Reunion of Rivals (private)
Dec 9, 2007 5:37:01 GMT -5
Post by Gildor on Dec 9, 2007 5:37:01 GMT -5
"Your banishment has been revoked. Now, as for your next assignment..."
Next assignment? Next assignment? Gildor couldn't believe that was all the thanks he was going to get from the Council of Elders. Sure, he got his banishment sentence removed, but his return was nothing like he'd expected it to be! He had successfully located and retrieved the final missing dragon egg - a mission that was supposed to be impossible in and of itself - in less than two months! Not to mention he nearly died in the process! If it hadn't been for the group of originally unwanted tag-alongs 'helping' him, he certainly would have. The egg even hatched for one of them; Amerylis Liduen, who was to begin training as Rider shortly. So technically speaking, he had accidentally killed a bothersome, troublesome, disobedient, rash, stupid, and all around annoying human Rider, and brought back a much better, more loyal Rider who was Elvish to boot! Did he even get a simple 'thank you'? Absolutely none.
What was worse was the lack of payment for his efforts. A revoked banishment sentence wasn't going to buy him bread while he traveled to complete his new mission. Cirtolthiel and Kaala probably would have come along and helped if he'd asked them to, (or didn't ask them to) but he made it clear he didn't want anymore traveling companions for a while (besides, they had their own jobs to attend to). He received half the payment for his current mission in advance, but spying on the love affairs of lowly Empire officials in Bullridge didn't pay much to begin with. Five weeks of travel expenses later, he was reduced to spending pocket money stolen from careless soldiers on mead. At least he always managed to have a little extra spending money for mead, even if it was stolen spending money. His latest victim had been carrying a jangling pouch of gold pieces loosely around his belt, and Gildor had every intention of using them to get himself plastered.
Now in the riverside city of Bullridge, Gildor had spent the day wandering the streets to get a good feel for the place, and the early evening chatting with locals to figure out the names and locations of the residing lord and officers. Despite how smoothly progress on the mission was going, he couldn't seem to get rid of the bitter resentment he'd been feeling since leaving Aberon. He was angry with this pathetic excuse for a mission, he was furious with the way the Council was treating him, and unsurprisingly he felt his loyalty to the Varden being tested. One would think the Varden leaders ought to treat someone who knew all their secrets with a little more respect.
However, two mugs of sweet mead was starting to help wash out that bitterness. Slamming another copper piece down on the bar counter, he ordered a third. The bartender eyed him curiously before fetching a fresh mug to fill. He must've been a sight for the humans in the tavern; young and dark features framed by a mess of long, elderly grey hair. His hood was down, but the blindfold around his eyes covered the pointed tips of his ears quite well. Perhaps it was a bit careless of him to not stay as covered as usual, but he was about to get himself as drunk as possible while working. One can't be much more careless than that.
Next assignment? Next assignment? Gildor couldn't believe that was all the thanks he was going to get from the Council of Elders. Sure, he got his banishment sentence removed, but his return was nothing like he'd expected it to be! He had successfully located and retrieved the final missing dragon egg - a mission that was supposed to be impossible in and of itself - in less than two months! Not to mention he nearly died in the process! If it hadn't been for the group of originally unwanted tag-alongs 'helping' him, he certainly would have. The egg even hatched for one of them; Amerylis Liduen, who was to begin training as Rider shortly. So technically speaking, he had accidentally killed a bothersome, troublesome, disobedient, rash, stupid, and all around annoying human Rider, and brought back a much better, more loyal Rider who was Elvish to boot! Did he even get a simple 'thank you'? Absolutely none.
What was worse was the lack of payment for his efforts. A revoked banishment sentence wasn't going to buy him bread while he traveled to complete his new mission. Cirtolthiel and Kaala probably would have come along and helped if he'd asked them to, (or didn't ask them to) but he made it clear he didn't want anymore traveling companions for a while (besides, they had their own jobs to attend to). He received half the payment for his current mission in advance, but spying on the love affairs of lowly Empire officials in Bullridge didn't pay much to begin with. Five weeks of travel expenses later, he was reduced to spending pocket money stolen from careless soldiers on mead. At least he always managed to have a little extra spending money for mead, even if it was stolen spending money. His latest victim had been carrying a jangling pouch of gold pieces loosely around his belt, and Gildor had every intention of using them to get himself plastered.
Now in the riverside city of Bullridge, Gildor had spent the day wandering the streets to get a good feel for the place, and the early evening chatting with locals to figure out the names and locations of the residing lord and officers. Despite how smoothly progress on the mission was going, he couldn't seem to get rid of the bitter resentment he'd been feeling since leaving Aberon. He was angry with this pathetic excuse for a mission, he was furious with the way the Council was treating him, and unsurprisingly he felt his loyalty to the Varden being tested. One would think the Varden leaders ought to treat someone who knew all their secrets with a little more respect.
However, two mugs of sweet mead was starting to help wash out that bitterness. Slamming another copper piece down on the bar counter, he ordered a third. The bartender eyed him curiously before fetching a fresh mug to fill. He must've been a sight for the humans in the tavern; young and dark features framed by a mess of long, elderly grey hair. His hood was down, but the blindfold around his eyes covered the pointed tips of his ears quite well. Perhaps it was a bit careless of him to not stay as covered as usual, but he was about to get himself as drunk as possible while working. One can't be much more careless than that.
