Saeth strolled alongside the battling Dwarf, chuckling her amusement at his stubbornness, and its ill result for him. Once safe outside the shrine, she finally put a sentence together. “May I help you bandage those wounds? Oh, but this will be a fine addition to the tale…”
The dwarf merely glared at the warrior elf and leaned heavily against the nearest wall.
“Master Dwarf, they say in my village that pride comes before the fall,” chimed in Hasan. “When we are done here, let me take you to fish my favorite stream. Our dearest Mother Earth will there teach you the value of humility. It was a lesson my father taught to me … hmmm … thirty years ago. I remember it well: the sparkling light on the brook, the soft whisper of the early morning breeze. I was sure I’d spear a dozen fish by noon…ahh. The elf, lost in his meditation on the classic theme of elf versus nature, sighed in contentment.
At the sound of the footsteps of the Golem returning to its post, Hasan was startled back into the present. “Oh, right. The prisoners. Where are they?”
The Siswa should have been right there in front of them. They were gone!
* * * * *
The priest turned to Miklos, who had finished studing his book of arcania. “I wonder if they will remember where we left the guards tied up? If they’d have waited I could have reminded them.”
Miklos looked thoughtful for a moment. “There were…seven, I think, that assaulted us before the Temple Chamber. Two were slain and four bound in the corridor outside and one slain by the Rahib’s panthers.”
The priest put in, “Then there were those that were beyond the teleportation gate, the ones with the glowing lights? I can’t remember their number because we fled them. Then before that we met the guards chasing the thieves, again I think there were seven of them, three slain? And four we tied up behind the curtained off areas where the statues were.”
“And don’t forget the group outside the front of the Temple.” said the mage.
“Aye.” agreed Maruc, “I suspect the villagers would have come to investigate by now and taken them home. Have faith in their elven goddess Ilsundal the Protector. I’ll be glad to get out of this armour, it rubs in all sorts of unpleasant places.”
“Hmph, theres nothing like metal to ruin a good incantation.” replied Miklos. “But if you weren’t wearing it you’d not be having this conversation I think.”
“There’s truth in that my friend, Halav helps those who help themselves. An odd sort of remark really when you consider that a lot of thieves help themselves all the time.” Maruc grinned.
“So, what do you want to do whilest we wait for the others to return?” inquired the mage.
“I shall seek more of mighty Halav’s aid. Praying is good for the soul. You should try it Miklos.”
“I’ll keep watch over you my friend.” Miklos asssured him.