This little section introduces two of the main characters. What you see here is a little silly but after, things start getting serious again. The original scene was just Grimluk showing up at the door. I hadn’t created Trilgor yet. Hadn’t even named the Mayor yet. I knew I wanted a little Halfling woman though and then I got the idea of her yelling at Grimluk and it made me laugh so out it came. Enjoy.
As the pair reached the gate of the mayor’s house, a big gust of wind blew through the town, sweeping down from the bluff behind the house. It kicked up several dust devils and with several more gusts, they spun harmlessly through the center of the town. Trilgor unlatched and pushed through the gate as another gust threatened to take Grimluk’s hat off. The hunter lifted a hand and kept it in place.
The courtyard was pitiful. Dry, overgrown grass jutted out of planters with the occasional, sickly-looking group of flowers. The purple petals of one flower in particular could be pretty in the right season but in their current state, looked more like leaves made of dried blood.
The house was built in similar fashion to the Silver Sliver. It started in stone and peaked in wood. The foundation was much bigger, appearing to have been built up from a basement or cellar. It was three stories in all and, like the Sliver, had an ironwood door as well, though much more ornately carved.
A small set of stone steps lead up to a wooden porch. The Orcs stepped up to the door and Trilgor gave two, strong knocks. After a minute or two, the door ripped open. There stood a Halfling woman, red-haired, hazel-eyed, glaring up at him.
“You ruined my souffle, you jackass!”
It caught Trilgor off guard.
“I’m sorry, Sadie. How was I supposed to know?”
“The hell do you want, comin’ up and bangin’ on doors like you’re comin’ through?”
Grimluk stood there a moment, surprised at the ferocity of the tiny woman and her anger at a deflated souffle.
“I need to speak with Selbie,” the young captain said with a sigh. “I found a new hunter.”
He motioned towards Grimluk. The hunter touched the brim of his hat.
Sadie looked the hunter up and down, like she was sizing him up.
Then, without warning, she slammed the door in their faces. They stood there, unsure of what just happened, and waited.
“Is she always like this,” Grimluk asked Trilgor.
“Actually, yes. Whatever issues Sadie’s suffered, she’s one of a few who hides it well.”
The door ripped open again as he finished speaking. This time, a older man with graying hair and round spectacles stood next to the irate baker.
“Here are the dummies,” she almost hissed before she disappeared back into the house.
Grimluk grinned to himself. He couldn’t recall anyone ever calling him a dummy, much less someone small enough he could pick up with one arm.