Previous entry.Throughout the rest of the week, Thone satisfied the requests of several more villagers, annihilating many beasts and adversaries from the lands and collecting their respective bounties. Having earned amongst them an impressive reputation, the villagers, who had since began calling him “The Clean Continent of Covens” in recognition of his actions, advised Thone to visit their leader, who lived in a fortress about a day’s travel away. The elf did as they told him, travelling from town to town until he reached the lawgiver’s keep.
No one knows precisely what happened that day, but Glenlarks himself claimed to have discovered the law-giver dead, likely having succumbed to old age. Some do not believe this to be entirely true, but no evidence has ever been brought forward to show that the law-giver's death was not a natural one.
What is certain, however, is that Glenlarks later travelled to another fortress, where he recruited a number of mercenaries and prisoners to help him raid a bandit camp that had been ambushing trade caravans on their way to the capital. The cost for recruiting so many men had not been small, but the bounty promised was a large one.
The band crept towards the camp at dawn, careful not to draw attention to themselves. However, the bandits had been prepared. A sudden flurry of arrows and bolts flew towards Glenlark’s men, and armed men charged from their hiding places. Caught in the ambush, the mercenaries began to fall like flies. Recognizing the hopelessness of the situation, Thone fled with a speed no man could match, fuming over his loss of revenue.
The time had come for Thone to leave this civilisation. His list of targets was beginning to diminish, and soon it would become too small for sustainable profit to be made through assassination. He would move north, beyond the landbridge, and seek new tasks there.
But first, there was one last target that Thone wished to cut off his list. Nelare Warmthtax, the villagers had named it, a fire-breathing reptile which had enjoyed terrorizing villages ever since it had settled in a nearby cave several centuries ago. The cave’s co-ordinates were well-known, but none had ever dared face the beast and lived to tell the tale. Today, Glenlarks would dare, and he would live.
Creeping past scarred rocks and charred boulders, Thone entered the dragon’s lair. A deep rumbling sound echoed around the cave walls as he moved noiselessly forward. The beast was asleep! Excellent! Moving past the scale-covered boulders that were presumably eggs, Thone reached the sleeping creature. A huge and fearsome beast, this dragon had probably lived through most of the past millennium. Nevertheless, it had its weaknesses. Sneaking along the reptile, Thone reached its neck. Here Glenlarks stabbed, rapidly.
The dragon was dead before it could open its mouth.
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