Adventure Awaits
The holy time of Mithnar was near. Azgard awoke in his ancestral home to find that he had laid with a women last night, as was standard for those of the Higlac Clan. He groaned and rose up in bed. The ripe smell of a full chamber pot filled the room. "Revolting..." Azgard said aloud, "To think that Holga has not yet arrived is absurd. How dare that woman!" With mild anger he threw off his sheets and stormed to shelf where his clothes laid. The woman, disturbed by the ruckus, now also woke from her slumber. "What could possibly be your problem Azgard?" the unidentified woman began "Don't you-" "Hwaaah!" Azgard interrupted. He was now half dressed but fully awake. With a clearer mind he was now able to fully observe the woman from last night. Her body was marvelous for a Nord, and her face was that of a Valkyrie; however upon further inspection, Azgard was now able to see that she had deep black hair. Black hair was the sign of a witch within the Higlac Clan. Those who fell in love with such women were said to have suffered horrid fates. It was all coming together for Azgard now. Why Holga didn't empty the chamber pot, and why the door was left open. "What's wrong?" the woman asked once more. "You... You are what's wrong! No! No! No! How could this have happened to me? My destiny has been ruined by you sorcerer!" Azgard shot back rapidly. "Oh please, don't be so formal... Boy. Is that how you talk to your employer?" *To Be Continued...*
