_{by jaymamma.}

It would be a few hours before we could move again. Mercarri continued to treat Traubon’s wounds. I can see why he wanted to “Fix” her armor so badly, all the time she spent fawning over him, maybe he was getting the wrong idea.

    Still, I know Dare yelled at him to hold off the zombies as a jest, rolling his eyes as he did so. Still he did hold them off long enough for the rest of us to take care of the zombies. He was proving if nothing else to be sturdy, which I guess is not uncommon for a dwarf. It took a twenty-five foot fall to bring him down. The zobies just couldn’t seem to get a hold of him.

He looks over at me writing and puts a thumb up while Mercarri wraps the arm in a bandage.

“You did good Traubon, Traubon you are most troublesome to zombies.

“I tried my best, I’m no warrior like the rest of you, not like you especially. How does one so delicate wield such a large sword, the sword is bigger than I”

I smiled “Flattery?”

He averted my gaze. “I meant no ill intent”

“No, flattery will get you far in this world Traubon, Traubon” I said again rolling it off my tongue”

“It’s missing something I continued.”

“what do you mean he asked”

Traubon Traubon, Zombie’s Bane.

He blushed. “That is not necesary, I thank -“

Mercarri stopped him.

“I think you earned it, You still plan to open up as a blacksmith back in town, yes?”

“Yes, I hope to very much”

” i would get my armor repaired at the Smithy of Traubon Zombie’s Bane, woldn’t you Lilvari?”

“I would”

Mercarri tapped him on the nose with her finger “Boop”

She sure was peculiar.

“There it is settled you are know Traubon Zombie’s Bane”

Dare walked by “Hip-Hip-Hooray blah”

“don’t mind him” I said. He’s still sour from all that hanky panky with the bandit’s leader and maybe  a bit “Butt-hurt””

“Shut up Lil, jerk. He said as he continued walking away I am traumatized”

“He gonna be ok” Traubon asked

“Yea, he’s tough, dumb but tough” I replied

Mercarri pricked herself while sowing on the bandage.

“Son of a whore” she yelped and stomped her foot.

I returned to my seat on the bandit leader’s back, still warm swell.

    Watching Mercarri, I wonder if she would have made a better war priest. She got so angry at times. Meh, maybe giving her a heavier weapon with as much as she tripped and stumbled would turn out poorly. Maybe if we got her a padded helmet. Wouldn’t want her to bump her head. 

I looked around the campsite, and took in a familiar scene. Bodies everywhere. Dare may have saved himself some blood, had he not been so quick to try and break the leaders hold on him. I may have entertained them.

The others all looked at me like I was mad, when I bursted out into laughter at that thought. 

“It’s fine”  I said as I put up a hand.  “I was just thinking about another way this could have gone.”

    They would have made a mess in their trousers,  if I had showed them even the slightest glimpse of one of my naughtier parts. The only thing that would have been able too “finish” faster would have been me whipping out Cursebringer and adding four more Unics to the world. 

     I again looked over the bodies. Seriously, its like amateur hour at the tavern.  

     What I do find interesting about this whole incident is that pickaxe. I would inspect the bodies further, they were dressed differently from the other folk in this region. Could they have been actual miners from the exchange? They were clearly waiting for us. Did they see us coming and lay the trap? Or were they sent to look for us? The pick would make an excellent tool to remove Thalia’s brain from her skull, or possibly the stick from her ass.