Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Rollbarian Wood - Part I
Gormok shook his big hand on the restless neck. The merchant trembled and tried to steal the monster's attention shaking the small bag. All this happened in a small property in Rollbar, into th woods.
Gormok: "The last one was not worth its price. And I hope you know I could just take it and break your neck..."
A tiny voice tried to escape the tight throat. He gently squeezed the big hand, begging to breathe and speak. He coughed like a sick dog.
Merchant: "By the Holy Father..... this one... this is Rollbarian Wood!"
Gormok: "Rollbarian weed?"
Merchant: "No, stup... I must say, no! Rollbarian Wood. WOOD!"
Gormok, a little angered: "You deliberately want to die?"
Merchant: "Sir Nesrah Serpentis, The Immortal. He used to smoke this thing. I have my reputation! I am working in this business since Uncle Adrian! This one is very especial. Nesrah said me he used to fly like a bird with these herbs..."
Gormok: "This is the problem. My Sire is used to fly like a Dragon. But I will take it anyway..."
The Right Hand only took what he wanted from the hand of a defenseless merchant.
Merchant: "This is very expensive! You have to pay... Sir."
A long sword emerged from the shadows of a heavy black cloak. The little man trembled from head to toe.
Gormok: "You never showed these herbs before. In times of war, I might consider tha through my whole time working for the Justiciar of Sirion you've been hiding some goods. This would imply your death... pure and simple. And I am not considering the unsatisfactory goods in the last purchase. You are alive. I consider it a miserable price, but acceptable."
The merchant had no time to explain how things had happened in Rollbar since Uncle Adrian was gone. He saw the hound dog leaving his home to disappear into the woods.
Merchant: "At least they have a good taste, these goddamn Serpentis elves. Nesrah always stole the best Fontan could offer... it the last years his nephew expanded the business and spoils until unimaginable heights. The Silver Dragon. He will see some clouds tonight. Exactly like you and me."
Then the old merchant ran toward the gal who helped him in his business and was hidden until that very moment. She screamed, laughed and ran away to the room. Soon the Dragon would be chasing too. On nights like that smart men protect their wives and daughters with closed doors and windows, conjuring protection spells and secretly praying that their wives do not call for him. They had the Holy Father to protect them. But their woman had Elune and their Elune's Hero. A danger.
