While It’s been a while since I’ve visited any of my continuing stories over on Wattpad, they’ve continued to churn through my mental landscape. Fortunately, with most of my writing in place for March, I could spend some cycles to finish the latest installment in the story behind the search for what happened to Tarian’s expedition.
Amidst the merriment, two mighty tankards, bursting with the sweet brew, were shoved in front of Jarvis and Fenton. While Fenton’s slight fingers shot out like snakes, wrapping about the smooth wooden grain, Jarvis pushed his stein away as a groan emerged from his throat.
As laughter boomed throughout the hall, Ferrek down the last of his ale. With a belch, the dwarf slammed the empty mug on the table as his mouth curled into a devilish grin. “Bring me another!”
With trembling fingers, Jarvis slid his drink toward his guide. “Here’s a fresh one for you.”
The dwarven king leaned forward, placing a thick finger against Jarvis’s tankard as his lips drew to a thin line. With a gentle push, the stein reversed its course, stopping just in front of the human leader. The meaty digit bounced against the stein’s rim as Gilras’ eyes darkened. “It’s impolite to refuse a drink offered freely.”
“I wasn’t trying to offend.”
With a hearty snap, Gilras cleared his throat. “The only excuse not to partake is that something is wrong with what’s been given.”
Fenton’s lips spread wide as he lifted his fresh mug. “I’ve never tasted a better brew.”
“Agreed,” Jarvis said, pulling the tankard away from the king’s fingers. “Unfortunately, I don’t share your constitution. I’m afraid if I enjoy any more of this marvelous ale, I wouldn’t be able to continue our conversation.”
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