Sharday, 47 First Snow 204
Illyan is the first one to see him. He is making his way back from
the Millers' place with fresh bread for his mother when he sees
a figure marching from the Wyrwood and into town. The figure is
a man, it is armoured and it is carrying a drawn sword. As it gets
closer Illyan can see two things: the first is that the figure is
heading directly for the tavern; the second is that it is Captain
Malkor.
Realising he danger, Illyan runs to the inn. He bursts in to find
Krais sweeping the floor. He has barely enough time to blurt out
a warning, before the door swings open behind him and hits him firmly
in the back of the head. Captain Malkor, the right hand of Baron
Tannith Swift, stands in the doorway with his sword drawn. He advances
upon Krais. "Where is he?" he demands.
"Where's who?" asks Krais, genuinely puzzled. "The
boy!" yells Malkor. "What boy?" - "Your brother!"
- "I have two brothers." - "I said the boy, not the
ape!" - "Oh Grint. Grint's not here any more." -
"Don't lie to me, boy! Where is he?" Malkor brandishes
his sword provocatively.
"What's all that noise?" yells Tarn, coming out of the
kitchen, polishing a glass with a dirty rag. "The captain wants
to see Grint, Dad," calls Krais. "Well, he can't see him,"
says Tarn. "Tell him to bugger off." Malkor roars and
demands that Grint be delivered to him. Krais tries to calm things
down, but Tarn has been riled.
"You come in poufy moustache and your stupid trousers
you come in my bar and try and tell me what to do? I suppose you
expect us to bend over like a couple of cheap whores and your say
so? Well you don't have an army behind you this time you jumped
up little pus-pizzle, so sling your hook before you get on my bad
side!"
"Dad," says Krais, "he's got a sword." Tarn
snorts, "Yeah, well I've got his meat hook and if he keeps
dancing around my bar like a fairy I'm going to use it. Come on
Krais. You get your sword and we'll teach him a thing or two. We'll
gut him like a fish."
"Now, calm down, calm down," says Illyan. Fortunately
he backs up his words with a spell intended to calm the emotions
of those in the room. The spell works spectacularly well on Krais
and Tarn, but has no effect at all on Captain Malkor who is now
extremely angry and lunges with his sword at Krais.
The force of the blow knocks Krais from his feet. Tarn snaps out
of his reverie and leaps forward, trying to bury his meat hook in
Malkor's neck. He misses and gets the hook stuck in the heavy leather
of the captain's armour. Malkor turns and takes a swipe at Tarn.
It is nasty wound. Krais tries to distract the captain but gets
sword in the ribs for his trouble.
Illyan isn't having any of this. Using one of the new tricks Oma
taught him, he uses his magic to summon a wolf made entirely of
ice. The wolf leaps to defend Tarn and takes a chunk out of Malkor
in the process. Krais uses the distraction to run upstairs and fetch
his sword. He bundles into Mab and his mother on the landing but
doesn't have time to explain what is going on.
By the time Krais has rushed back in the taproom, Illyan's ice
beast has been destroyed. Malkor looks at Krais, "Do you think
your grandfather's sword is going to be any use against me?"
But Krais isn't listening and slaps the captain most effectively
with the flat of the blade. Tarn pulls out a meat cleaver and the
battle is joined.
Illyan summons another ice beast. From her position on the stairs,
Mab hurls a knife that sticks in the captain's shoulder-blades.
Krais goes down, but Illyan has him back up again in a jiffy (although
the captain wounds him in the process). Suddenly an arrow whizzes
across the tap room and imbeds itself in the captain's side. Salia
Brewer reloads as she walks calmly across the room. Then Krais hits
Malkor around the head and the captain slumps into unconscious.
Krais calls for Mab to tie the captain up, which she does with
a worrying degree of speed and proficiency. Illyan uses his magic
to tend to everyone's wounds and even Tarn allows the half-elf to
touch him. They are just taking stock of the situation when the
front door bursts open again.
It is Vitor Grushko, sword in hand. "Oh, I see he's arrived
then," he says breathlessly.
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