Book 3: Chapter 47: Plans for Tomorrow
What use is a good bow if there are no arrows to string?
- A Quassian Aphorism.
I had received the first reward for a chain quest, making it feel like the holidays had come early. Immediately I felt a childish urge to wield it, to spin it about and test it. To smash it against some innocent object in an explosion of delight.
But such thoughts were short-lived as Elwin and Kidu burst into my room, without even knocking. I jumped in surprise.
“What we got here then, Gil?” Elwin began, giving me a cheeky wink. Kidu’s face mostly remained expressionless, but I could see from the tell-tale tightening around his lips that he was annoyed.
“I warned the little man that to enter another’s tent with no announcement is… rude,” the big Hunter rumbled in disapproval.
To condone such behavior would be problematic, but truth be told there was little need for such privacy between us. Still, a few words of chastisement were in order.
“Kidu is correct,” I stated, though there was little force or real ire in my voice.
“Come now, Gil. Got to keep you on your toes, haven’t I? Now what have we here?” he replied, stepping towards the bundle. “I knew this place was meant to be rich, but if this is what you get for bumbling about in the city’s bum-hole, then count me in next time you go for a job!”