So the morning has come again, it's been 2 weeks since I've been task with the guarding the 2 Mages as we travel the realms. It's not like they couldn't handle themselves; hell the old one cooked me like a roast pig the last time. It sure has been interesting traveling with these two as it gave me a chance to hone some of my skills. It seems there is always something wanting to attack on the road, they hardly even get close before they catch on fire or gets zap. On the occasions when the old one doesn't want to do anything I get to go play, I've been swinging this hammer so many times that it now feels like it an extension of my body.
2 more weeks to go before I get to return to the outpost to settle a debt with 2 sleazy scums who has know idea who they are messing with. I've bested one in true combat and the other throws down his weapon to surrender. It make me sick to think we share the same ancient blood, I guess tribesman of the north are far more superior than any other. 2 weeks to go and there will be blood... I hear howling. Time to play!
2 more weeks to go before I get to return to the outpost to settle a debt with 2 sleazy scums who has know idea who they are messing with. I've bested one in true combat and the other throws down his weapon to surrender. It make me sick to think we share the same ancient blood, I guess tribesman of the north are far more superior than any other. 2 weeks to go and there will be blood... I hear howling. Time to play!