“Or I could just shoot you from up here” Deborah offered.
“Ay, you could at that,” the Dwarf laughed. “If we give you our names and a promise we won’t harm you, then will you come down?”
She dropped down from the tree lightly and walked out from the undergrowth. On seeing her small figure, the two companions lowered their weapons. The tall man walked back to the fire and stoked the embers which shed a little more light on the three of them.
“This man here is named Talwin Bohrn. My own is Goli Karraghorn. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Up close the Dwarf seemed older than she had thought. Not ancient, but certainly he had seen many years. Light scars marked his face here and there and his braided brown beard reached down to his knees. His clothes were spattered with orc blood but appeared to be a dark green and olive.
Talwin was middle aged with a face that looked like it rarely left the frowning position. He reminded her of one of her father’s hunting hawks, angular and fierce. He wore leathers and it made his birthplace hard to discern. His belts and sword sheaf were quite ornate though. He did not seem like he came from a poor family.
“And your name is? And come to mention it where did you appear from tonight! You were at the inn earlier today weren’t you… yes I remember now, over in the corner.” He leaned his elbow on the large single bladed axe and looked at her carefully, though her hood was still up.
“As for my name, that is my own business. I have followed you all day. Truth be told, I am looking to leave Hochland and travel. I overheard you talking about doing the same thing and wanted to see what kind of people you were, maybe join you?”
At this the big man spoke up. “That will not be happening, girl,” he said, emphasizing the last word. “We do not travel with women and certainly not with one who won’t tell us her name.”
Deborah shifted her feet, unsure what to do next, but the Dwarf spoke up again. “Ah come on Talwin, she did just save our lives. And tracked us for 6 hours without either of us noticing. Might be that she’ll be a nice diversion from the monotony of talking to each other. Besides… I know her name well enough.” He turned back to her, gaze penetrating. “Unless I am much mistaken, this is that Count’s daughter, a Ludenhof!”
Her heart pounded hard against her chest and she stepped back, drawing her sword quickly. Neither of them looked to raise their weapons though.
“Thought so,” the Dwarf chuckled. “No offence to you miss, but a peasant girl with your skills looking to leave her home state. Not likely. And what skills you have. You are a dead eye with that bow of yours. My head felt like it was about to explode, probably was.”
Their lack of threat made her lower her sword slightly. “You don’t mean to take me back to my father?” She asked warily.
“Why should we?” Talwin asked. “We are not his men, we have no allegiance to Hochland and capturing a young girl to drag her wailing to her family is not the kind of work that we take on, however good the reward.”
“Besides,” Goli added with a smile on his face, “I really can’t be bothered with going back the way we just came. We are not soldiers, or guards, we do not serve any master besides ourselves. We wander the land and look for employ, either by Barons who need mercenaries to help drive of invaders or perhaps to help out their armies. We have been many places and seen many things. But you are just a girl, for all your noble blood, are you ready for more of this?” He gestured widely with his arms at the fallen orcs.
“Yes,” she replied quickly. And at that moment she was. The adrenaline when the orcs attacked was still pumping through her veins. It was just the sort of adventure she had imagined for all those years of sword practice and dreaming in her room.
The tall man looked at the Dwarf and shrugged. “Well, if that’s the way you want it, so be it, but you know if the Hochlanders ever catch on that Ludenhof’s daughter is travelling with us you know there will be a price on our heads too.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Goli chortled. He began to wipe the orcs thick blood from his axe on the grass.
She stepped forward into the brighter light and lowered her hood. Her dirty blond hair framed her face and her green eyes shone out in the firelight. She slung her bow over her shoulder and held out a hand. “I am Deborah Ludenhof, though I best not hear you call me that!”
Goli smiled, winked and gripped her hand firmly. Talwin did likewise, though his smile was far from enthusiastic and his eyes seemed cold. “Don’t worry lass,” said Goli. “He’ll warm to you… well, a little maybe.”
“Well, we best get our things together and get moving,” Talwin said commandingly, “Where there are some orcs, there are often more in the area. Not to mention you are being searched for in these parts. Put that hood back up and lets get moving. The less you speak when we run into others, the better. We will say you are my daughter and that should make most folks ignore you if you keep your head down.”
The two companions gathered their equipment in a matter of minutes and turned back to the road. Deborah had nothing else to pick up and so they began their journey proper. The sky was just starting to turn from black to a rich dark blue as they left the orc corpses behind them for the wolves to deal with.
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The treck into the dawn hours had been free of conversation. Even the talkative Dwarf had kept to himself. Deborah guessed they all had a lot of thinking to do with this change of circumstances. For her part she liked the Dwarf well, he seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve and his disposition was overall positive. His friend though was another matter. He was tough to read and she suspected heavily that were the Dwarf not so keen on her that he would never have given in to her request.
What worried her most was how easily the Dwarf had seen her for who she was. Admittedly he had been right, how many young ladies would travel by themselves along the dangerous roads of the Empire, yet alone wield a bow like she could. What she needed was time. She would be on everyone’s mind right now, the topic of barroom gossip throughout Hochland. But give it a few weeks, a few months, people would forget, maybe assume she had died or been smuggled back to Hergig.
She hoped these two were honorable. Her father had always told her not to trust mercenaries. They were all about money. She wondered if at some point over the coming days she would wake to find herself bound and on her way back to Aldebrand. But these two seemed… they just did not fit what she envisioned when she thought of mercenaries. Yes the Dwarf was boisterous and had openly bragged about moving on to go where the money was in the inn, but he had a kindly manner. Talwin was sullen but did not seem like he would be devious.
She could not put her finger on it but she wanted to trust these two. Only time would tell if it was a mistake. All she knew was that travelling alone was not viable. Had those orcs come upon her out on the road she would be dead and eaten by now. If the soldiers walked up a lone girl with no story in the wilderness, it would not take much to put two and two together as the Dwarf had. Goli and Talwin were her way out of Hochland and she would just have to hope they would be true to their word…
“Breakfast” Goli called suddenly, making her jump. He sat beside the road and rustled around in his packs, producing a few hunks of bread and some apples. Deborah accepted an apple eagerly and chewed on the old bread too. They had not passed a soul in the early morning hours. The sun had climbed now above the trees and whilst warm, the cool breeze made for a very pleasant feeling. She sat down on a stump and stretched her legs. Talwin remained standing, looking up and down the road.
“So did you do it?” Goli asked gently. More gently than anything else he had said since they had met the day before. She did not have to ask what he meant by “it”. Instead she nodded, not meeting his eye. Talwin continued to look up the road, but she could tell he was paying attention.
“Got past an Elector’s bodyguard?” the tall man asked without turning. She smiled at that and the Dwarf shared her humour.
“Guardsmen are big and clumsy. Just what you want out on the battlefield with plenty of room I’m sure. But in close quarters they were never going to get their hands on me.” The Dwarf guffawed and even Talwin seemed to look less fierce momentarily.
“But you stabbed the Count’s brother?” the tall man pressed.
“Yes. I… it all happened so fast.” The tale poured out of her as they ate and drank. If these were to be her travelling partners, they needed to know what had happened. She owed them that, with a price on her head. Once she had finished there were a few moments of silence as they took it all in.
“Hmm,” the Dwarf summed up eventually. “By my reckoning you did the right thing there. Sounds like a devil of a man.”
“Oh he is,” Talwin chimed in unexpectedly turning to face her again for the first time since she had spoken.
“You know him?” Deborah asked, shocked.
“I have encountered him a few times, shall we say.” Talwin said cryptically, turning back away from her. She waited for more, but he had gone quiet again. She turned to the Dwarf but he just shrugged and started packing up ready to move on.
“I’ve known Talwin for a good ten years or so now,” Goli said. What he did before then I do not know and our code has always been not to question each other on our pasts. That’s all you’ll get out of him I’ll warrant.”
Deborah looked back at him and wondered at the circumstances of their meeting. She wondered too whether Casimir still lived. That information had not reached her yet. Did it matter any more? Either way she was not going back!
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