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ID: PDUag2kr/qst/6256761#6262746
6/21/2025, 8:42:06 PM
>>6262744
You took the decision to take the bull by it's horns as we say and begin with the most sensitive question.
-I am sorry to ask but, your wife... Two hundred years, it seems so surreal, how could she leave you ?
You told him but you sensed that something flicked in his mind perhaps something in his eyes, that passed from woe to suspicion.
-You... You came here to mock me !
-I ? No I never even saw you before your fortunate...
-Lies ! This is all a mummer's farce ! Once more we know who is behind this ! Bestanas ! You work for him ?
-I do not even know who this man is your excellency ! I am not lying !
-Or perhaps ! You simply wanted to mock an old elf ! Damn you !
He said while rising with difficulty, and you were so flaggerbasted by the fact that this sympathetic man began to be so aggressive that you could not stop him when he threw coins at a counter and still cursed his woe. In another language this time, probably the one of the guelphs. And then he tossed a few coins on the counter and left. You tried to tell.
-Your excellency, you have drunk quite a bit, perhaps going back to..
-Out of my way you serpent in a sheep's skin !
And he left as such, not walking straight. You felt bad and looked at the innkeeper, and at his pretty silver haired wife. The two Guelphs saw the distress on your face and the innkeeper told you.
-Heh... He.. may be difficult, his family, can be a touchy subject, and his fall from grace too.
You told them.
-I assure you I do not know anything about all of this, I am not native of this land. And..
The innkeeper's wife fixed her beautiful green eyes at you and answered.
-Do not worry your lordship, you did nothing wrong. Let me see your wound please. You bandaged it but if it is not disinfected I shall clean it, and if it is poisoned we will need to call healers.
You thanked her greatly.
-Thank you very much. Yes..
-You have a cut on your face too.
The inkeeper stayed close too. And told you simply.
-These events are two hundred years old old. I have seen them you know... About the noble Servmiabarel. He is a good man, do not judge him harshly.
His wife nodded, supporting this. You then told.
-I do not doubt it, he acted with chivalry, but understand me, I feel bad when a knight who just saved my life calls me a liar after this. I...
The innkeeper nodded, and, serving you a bit of wine, explained.
-His history is a sad one, he tells it sometimes, and I lived the very last part, but for one and half thousand years he was the master at arms of the King of Bifuria. Even if his family is not from there. You see, I am a wood elf but the light elves like him, they were living in great cities and integrated in society far earlier than us. So having such a blade master, able to best two hundred men, as instructor for the kingsguard, and the royal family, was a question of prestige. Of course as any light elf Servmiabarel is arrogant, but he did many noble deeds too and was well liked.
You took the decision to take the bull by it's horns as we say and begin with the most sensitive question.
-I am sorry to ask but, your wife... Two hundred years, it seems so surreal, how could she leave you ?
You told him but you sensed that something flicked in his mind perhaps something in his eyes, that passed from woe to suspicion.
-You... You came here to mock me !
-I ? No I never even saw you before your fortunate...
-Lies ! This is all a mummer's farce ! Once more we know who is behind this ! Bestanas ! You work for him ?
-I do not even know who this man is your excellency ! I am not lying !
-Or perhaps ! You simply wanted to mock an old elf ! Damn you !
He said while rising with difficulty, and you were so flaggerbasted by the fact that this sympathetic man began to be so aggressive that you could not stop him when he threw coins at a counter and still cursed his woe. In another language this time, probably the one of the guelphs. And then he tossed a few coins on the counter and left. You tried to tell.
-Your excellency, you have drunk quite a bit, perhaps going back to..
-Out of my way you serpent in a sheep's skin !
And he left as such, not walking straight. You felt bad and looked at the innkeeper, and at his pretty silver haired wife. The two Guelphs saw the distress on your face and the innkeeper told you.
-Heh... He.. may be difficult, his family, can be a touchy subject, and his fall from grace too.
You told them.
-I assure you I do not know anything about all of this, I am not native of this land. And..
The innkeeper's wife fixed her beautiful green eyes at you and answered.
-Do not worry your lordship, you did nothing wrong. Let me see your wound please. You bandaged it but if it is not disinfected I shall clean it, and if it is poisoned we will need to call healers.
You thanked her greatly.
-Thank you very much. Yes..
-You have a cut on your face too.
The inkeeper stayed close too. And told you simply.
-These events are two hundred years old old. I have seen them you know... About the noble Servmiabarel. He is a good man, do not judge him harshly.
His wife nodded, supporting this. You then told.
-I do not doubt it, he acted with chivalry, but understand me, I feel bad when a knight who just saved my life calls me a liar after this. I...
The innkeeper nodded, and, serving you a bit of wine, explained.
-His history is a sad one, he tells it sometimes, and I lived the very last part, but for one and half thousand years he was the master at arms of the King of Bifuria. Even if his family is not from there. You see, I am a wood elf but the light elves like him, they were living in great cities and integrated in society far earlier than us. So having such a blade master, able to best two hundred men, as instructor for the kingsguard, and the royal family, was a question of prestige. Of course as any light elf Servmiabarel is arrogant, but he did many noble deeds too and was well liked.
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