Chapter 5: The Road to Briskle ( 5 )
I leaned against the bars of the cage, feeling a headache coming on. "I'm telling you, I'm not from here," I muttered.
One soldier grinned wickedly. "Oh yeah? Not from here, huh? What are you, a dwarf?" He dramatically cleared his throat and deepened his voice. "Oy, laddie, ye be wantin' a pint o' ale, eh?"
The other soldiers burst out laughing.
"No, no," another joined in, crouching low and imitating a goblin. "Hurrk hurrrk! Me crazy guy, hurrrrk!"
The group howled with laughter.
"Oh, come on!" I snapped, glaring at them. "I'm serious! You don't have to mock me!"
One soldier slapped the cage, grinning. "Hey, we're just having fun. It's not every day we meet someone as 'unique' as you."
"Unique, huh? Is that what you're calling it?" I grumbled.
Another soldier leaned close to the bars, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, what's next? You gonna tell us you're a dragon in disguise? Or maybe a royal prince cursed?"
"Yeah, or maybe you're secretly a long-lost elf with magical powers?!" someone added, still chuckling.
Before I could protest, another soldier struck a pose, brushing back his hair and dripping with mock elegance. "Oh, dost thou hail from the ethereal realms of the Elven woods?" He raised an imaginary goblet. "Such a crude soul, yet thy speech has a rustic charm."