“This is where we part. Thank you for the assistance, I am glad you weren’t needed to use your sword.” Edward said with a warm smile, reaching out to shake his hand. Taraborn grasped it, and found himself tugged in close, “Tell anyone what we do and I’ll have my sons fill you with arrows. Got it?”
Taraborn blinked, but nodded simply. He wanted to take his money and get away from the three of them. “Aye. I’ll take the rest o’ me pay now if ye don’t mind.” He grunted. He didn’t question how they had found out he knew, he was about to get heftily paid so what more could he really want. He held out his hand, and there was a clink as a large pouch of coins entered his palm. He opened it, quickly counting out the contents before smiling. “Cheers.” He tucked the pouch under his armour, and turned away to leave the tomb robbers.
Dale was a glorious city, perfect stone craft, beautiful fountains with coloured banners flying in the wind. He wandered the streets for much of the day, buying some trinkets that he took a liking too, as well as some food from the market to keep himself going. He found an inn to stay in for the time being, and enjoyed getting drunk off his new-found money, somewhat surprised by the number of dwarves in the city. He drank a couple under the table before going on to be defeated by a third, and found himself in his bed the next morning, covered in cider and food.
He spent the morning recovering, before going out and looking for work, trying to find people who could use his abilities and skillset. He found them, but not all of them had been willing to pay enough.
It took him about a week to find a job that took his fancy, and even if it wasn’t well paid he was certainly more than willing to do it. “Hunt down some tomb robbers,” they had told him. “They came from the West with plunder from there, and now they’ve disappeared having left my father’s grave empty and barren, along with many others.”
Taraborn grinned as he tightened a strap on his armour as he thought about this. Life could be cruel, and he was more than willing to act as it’s tool.
