Aldur sat on the leaf littered ground cross legged with an open leather bound tome next to him and scrolls around him in various states of completion. His inkwell was open and a rather plain looking quill was is in it. He was blowing dry some ink on the scroll he held in his hands.
“So let me get this straight, you want me to send my men into a dragons den? Just walk in and take its treasure? Is that it?” Jared’s voice came from the air around him.
“Dragons?” Aldur’s curiousity was piqued. Obviously he had read about them and seen small hatchlings twice but that was about it. To go into a den of one would be truly an opportunity to see what he had only heard and read about.
“70/30” He heard a higher pitched voice say in reference to the split of treasure.
“Don’t take that Jared, we’re worth more than that. Heck I want more than that.” Aldur whispers to no one except Rascal who seems to be enjoying sunning himself.
He moves the scribing implements from his lap and stands up stretching his back and legs.
“Now listen here you lil shit” Jared’s voice again floats on the air.
“That’s how you negotiate” Aldur responds before walking over to Rascal scratching him with his foot, “put him in his place.” Aldur was slowly learning more and more about Jared. Through their runs in the training yard, the beatings at the hand of Jared were pointing out some of his weaknesses in combat and the obvious lack of formal combat training. That was starting to bother him more and more, sometimes in combat he was feeling less then useful and that was starting to eat at him. Back in the keep that they rescued the children, Aldur and Rascal held their own and contributed. In the forest just recently he didn’t feel like he was pulling his own weight and definitely not more then so.
“Better get back to making more scrolls so I can cast more spells I suppose” as he sits back down under a tree again and picks up another scroll and his quill. He could now hear Thaydon’s voice in the air speaking to Jared “must have been in the room invisible listening in…always invisible.” He couldn’t tell if Thaydon actually hated him or not. It was a possibility the rogue just tolerated him and actually enjoyed his continual chatter and maybe it educated and mellowed out the killer…or he just hated him and wanted to cut him with that whip blade of his. “Mental note…” he wrote down in his book he kept his findings in which he desperately wish Thaydon would stop calling a diary, “don’t piss off the assassin unless I plan on being a bird for a few years.”
He got back to the scrolls he was preparing for what sounded like a potentially long journey. He appreciated Jared letting him set up a clairvoyance so that he could listen to the meeting and still take care of business. He couldn’t just sit there invisible like Thaydon. He had talked to Magus about maybe working on some scrolls together to see if there was some sort of precedent for two individuals combining power into one scroll, but there was some merit into looking at some of his texts to see how to handle that. He had mentioned that to Fithten too but he just tried to not offend Aldur, but he could sense that Fithten felt that below him and his god. To each their own he thought.
He had forgotten to write something down! He suddenly remembered while on the way back home from Holmfirth that he had forgotten to write down about their meeting with Throm’s Blade Bearer. He quickly snatched up his great book and flipped towards the end quill in hand and stopped after reading the last few lines.
“…the Blade Bearer’s chain protruded from Ash’s chest and hung there like…”, he didn’t remember writing that. He quickly flipped through the last couple pages and scanned them “by focusing on Ash and the Eldritch power he commands I can also produce similar types of flame in my own hands, need to mention this to Ash so that…”
“What in the?” he thought to himself. He didn’t write any of that. He closed the book and looked at it with a puzzled, concern look. Even more concerning was that he could almost sense the book gloating at him?!
“Well, time for you to be put somewhere safe again” as he closed the book, wrapped the leather thong around it and then slid it into its locked wooden case that he kept it in. He stopped, and slid the book out part way and looked at the book questioningly while he murmured the words for detecting other’s thoughts. Yup, the book was definitely gloating at him. Thaydon was right. He was weird.