Old Grehk/Arin and Xaihou Travels
and it begins....
As Arin travels down the road, with his two caravans, he notices some movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking around he sees a stand of trees, and what seemed to be someone trying to hide behind one. Unfortunately the man had picked one of the smaller trees, almost a sapling. This meant that the mans stomach was poking out from behind the tree.
"Hey podgy, come on out!"
"Podgy!!!!..."
Xiahou steps out from behind the tree, looking slightly red in the face.
"I swear i will beat that kind of insolent behaviour out of you one day lad!"
He moves away from the wooded area towards Arin who is sitting on the front of a rather large caravan, with another slowly rattling up behind it. He looks up and down the two caravans with a puzzled look on his face.
"What's all this then? Did you let your mum pack for you again?!"
Trying to hide his satisfied smirk Xiahou steps up onto the caravan and sits down next to Arin.
"Move up then lad give me some room... not really the most inconspicuous method of travel is it? Anyway lets be getting on then, we've a long way to go and well, lots of people to 'visit'"
Arin turns to shout the orders to the caravan behind, soon both caravans are slowly rattling and jerking their way west.
Arin and Xaihou had split a few days ago, they'd needed an updated bounty board to see what extra pocket money they could earn. Arin decided he'd head the other direction to see what he could find. Keeping the caravans, because Xaihou needed the exercise anyway!
Arin was passing through some backwater town, he'd had no luck looking for careless traders while on his journey. Looking ahead he could make out a small dust cloud, one rider heading his direction fast.
Pulling his caravan to a halt, he waves down the messenger.
"What's going on son?" asks Arin.
"I have an urgent message to pass on to the loyal people of Plergoth."
"I hope your not hoping to sell your goods to the good Plergothians in Reeds..." the messenger adds.
"Why's that?" replies Arin.
"That's what the letter is about, Reeds has split to it's own realm from Plergoth, and theres another rebellion rumoured to be going on too!"
Arins eyes close slightly as his mind ticks over at an alarming rate. He reaches into a pouch and produces a rough quill, ink and parchment. After penning a quick note, he hands it to the messenger.
"When you're in Creasur, have a look in the inns for a chap named Xaihou. He'll be stuffing his face with pies I'm sure. When you find him, give him the letter. Here's a few coins. Xaihou will give you a handsome reward for bringing the letter to him"
The boys eyes light up with thoughts of bags of gold being heaped on him for delivering the letter.
"Right, on with you! You've got an important letter to deliver, and one for the Plergothians too!"
