Chapter 32: Cheers
In what was considered the best inn within Ironhold, a group of mercenaries were drinking ale and eating heartily. Some of them were talking to bards who wished to learn their story. In fact, as they were telling their story, not only the bards but everybody in the inn was listening.
"In truth, we came to Ashpeak Mountains to capture the little leader." When those words came out of the mercenary’s mouth, everyone was shocked.
"Still, the little leader told us we didn’t have to do what we didn’t believe in. He promised us a future filled with honor and glory. A future where we could choose why we live, and why we die. He said... He’d show us a grand dream."
As the mercenary’s voice carried through the inn, the listeners could picture it. The noble’s son Lucen Thornehart stood tall before a band of mercenaries, offering them something more than coin. It was like the beginning of an epic tale you hear the bards sing.
"We may be mercenaries out for coin, but even we didn’t feel truly right about this commission. While we were talking, it was then the dragon came. It was a gigantic thing."
The mercenary opened his arms wide. "Wounded, but still deadly. The ground shook when it roared. The second we saw that thing, I’m sure some of us wanted to run."
"Ain’t that just you, Greg?" One of the mercenaries teased.
"I’m pretty sure I saw you nearly wet yourself, Sarah," Greg retorted
"Piss off," Sarah muttered into her mug, but even she was smiling. Greg then continued his tale.
"Where was I, oh right, we wanted to run. It was then that the little leader went charging in using that unknown weapon of his and targeting the dragon’s eyes."
"What kind of weapon was it?" One of the people in the inn asked.