A Trip Down Memory Lane
Kender Handler, finder, acquirer of odd trinkets, discoverer,
Even at a young age I could sense that something was wrong. The evil glares I would get when I walked with my family to the local town. Though even to this day I don’t remember Dad ever exchanging currency for anything we procured. Years later I built my own place, since if I remember I was driven out of my last house. I became quite a good sprinter, being chased by farmer Ben and his workhands. Those eggs in the barn weren’t even being used and seriously those eggs belonged to the chickens. And I asked the chickens first if I could have some and they seemed ok with it. So I see it as that farmer Ben was just a plain thief. As I left him in the dust (someone didn’t do their calisthenics this morning) and arrived at my make shift abode “Betsy” the chicken decided to join me so I fed her what little feed I had. Mainly dried seeds and nuts and grains. She didn’t seemed to mind as I boiled her eggs in the helm that I found, I think she liked the new surroundings so many places for her to hide. That evening an adventurer stopped by. From the look of his weapons that I examined it seemed they have been in battles. It was then that I noticed he had been stabbed and immediately fell down by the fire. I went through his pack to find anything of use to treat the wounds. He started to mumble about finding a true cleric and how the Gods would return soon. He said that others were searching for a true cleric as well. I really wasn’t concerned with what he was saying, I just needed to help this guy out. I put as much pressure and tried to bandage him up as well as I could and then I hauled it to the local town. I know they aren’t going to help, but I have to try something. I went to the nearest merchant. I actually used the door this time… I might be off my game a bit. Immediately a scream come out from the store keep in an rather accusatory tone. I informed him of the hurt knight that was at my, possibly soon grave, abode. I asked for any healing medicine. And he stated the price was 1700 steel. I felt my insides just take a turn. How can you put a price on a human life. He than informed me it was to payback all the items that I took. I fled out the door in a quicken pace, quite perturbed in the lack of help. I chose the local church nearby and used the door, wow this is usual, and spoke to a priest. I told him of the situation and said that I was lying and that the Gods left us. I told him that is fine, but the warrior still needs help. I kind of don’t want him to leave us. I hardly even gotten to know him. I stormed out of the church and headed back to the merchant, this time through the back. I already know the windows and door are locked so I use the small secret door I made a while back. I remove the lowest wooden plank of the wall by the left side of the door. I crawl through and enter into one of the cabinets. I slowly open the door and see the blue liquid vials. I pack them into my pouch along with a few other items I feel might aid the hurt man. As I place the plank back to where it belong I race back to my place. Still the warrior laid there and appeared to have worsened. I tried to give the warrior some of the liquid but most dribbled down his mouth. I removed most of the armor he had on and poured the liquid onto the wound. Still no effect. It might of only been minutes, but it felt like hours. It took me a while but I made a small cairn with the rocks around the area. I couldn’t really think of any words to say when someone died. Never really been around that type of situation. So I said I was sorry that it seemed no one cared, but it was at that moment I thought maybe those other adventurers would want to know. I grabbed my hoopak and some food, leaving everything behind, except for this map the warrior had in his backpack it might be a good clue. I stepped onto the open road and haven’t looked back since.