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He needs rid of this egregious object expeditiously so he sprints in the direction of the bar.
Aleron's temperature several degrees higher than normal making him parched for pellucid fluids.
The broiling fervor radiating from the daystar levitating high above slacken his motivation to a small degree but the image of his sibling compels him to trek onwards.
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He keeps going trying to avoid bumping into anyone and caring for this vile article on his person.
The melt makes waves of heat rise from the floor and the air-current becomes a blend of soup whirling around the environs.
Meandering through the multitude of sweating bodies he jounces off a brawny specimen who twists around twitching his jaw and his brows snapped concurrently.
Oh no this man is enormous, he is going to thwack me
The burly man says through gritted teeth "Watch who you shove" as he pushes Aleron with vigor plummeting him to the tough surface below
A dull thud sound vibrates as he makes contact with the ground and lets out a cry "aaahh!" but out of embarrassment he springs upward as he reveals "I'm fine, I'm fine" wiping the dust off his uniform
The man belches and his belly wobbles with the laughter" Move on, or else" his demeanor changes rapidly glowering after him
Aleron takes off somewhat sore but he'll endure the stinging and also the bruising of his ego.
He hastens away from the frightening varmint, puffing for oxygen in the stifling path as he has the tavern in his sights ahead
Thank the gods I'm just there, a few more strides and I can hand over this commodity
The tavern is as packed as ever as he plonks his weary self on a stool. He motions to the barkeep with his left hand and the scruffy male with his handlebar mustache taking an amble towards him "What is your poison son" he settled his gaze upon him
With a wheezy assertion "Water, I need water" gawping with his hand on the adhesive bar top
Outraging stance and face blazing with anger he spits" This is a tavern, not a well, fuck out before I physically throw you!
Fear flashes on his external contours, the iris sheaths the pupil coloring it charcoals so he states "I have a missive for Mr.Tine-Óg, it is salient he gets it, sir" he is still cotton-mouthed
Both hands still on the counter the barkeep grunts" I shall enquire, stay put" he shows his rear and goes round the side to fetch his boss
Still respiring he sits and facepalms leaning his elbow on the filthy cover. He studies the culture of these chronic drinkers trying to find a glimmer of hope at least with one, but regrettably, zero souls qualify
Just as his conscious psyche retains all this knowledge the red-haired sprite hurries in his direction, no emotion on his countenance merely watching the youth's every action. An aggressive tactic but it sure as hell works.
With a rigid posture and raising his chin "You are early Sallow do you have the prize" sizing him up and down
I feel I'm getting used to the heady odors, it doesn't singe as much as before, now back to the matter at hand
Still seated and perspiration dripping he replies "I have what you ask for sir" his voice is pitchy from the lack of water " If I may, would it be possible for water, the suffocating heat is making me thirsty" he beseeches him
The general lifts his shoulders in a half shrug and gives a condescending look to his employee "Give him water peasant" not too happy with his disobedience
The Celtic sing-song in the background is a gratifying sensation.
The bowing of wires on the fiddle sending riveting harmonic frequencies far-reaching, the blowing of air through the fipple on the whistle gives off a high pitched note and the sweet croon is infectious, he is quite happy rooted on this chair.
A tank of fresh spring goes bam on the counter"There you go" a peeved utterance escapes
Aleron is humming along with the ballad when Nedzer interrupts "Up son and move" he brushes his palms together and inclines his head
The bar is spirited and the floor has the same stickiness as aforementioned, it is growing on him more and more. He walks behind the master like a lost puppy waiting for directions and as he moves forward again to the basement he goes.
He ambulates below to the dusty, shadowy foundation awaiting the owner's mouthpiece to grill him on his quest.
He lets out a coughing noise as the dust tickles his throat and he stands still like a handsome statue made of stone.
Nedzer strokes his own chin and sits atop his whittled masterpiece and leaves his legs to swing.
His eyes bored into his soul and he scrutinized every inch before asking in a matter-of-fact way "Let's see then" as his muscular arm reaches
Gladly handing this item to it's the desired owner is gratifying as this has an odd side effect on the beholder.
The boy's arm is quivering as the box is yanked from it rudely, he says in a sarcastic way "It was my pleasure really having to keep this thing safe" a slight curl of his lips
Nedzer displays no opinion as he carefully opens the wrapping layer and the look of wonderment takes over his expression.
A luminous green glow radiates from this peculiar wooden item and Dragon language engraved,
•Daar wo krilon, daar wo ulaak kent kosiir hilk voth kun ni voth krif ahrk pah fen bonu
•Those who dare, those who care must beware mix with light, not with fight and all will fare
With a gaping hole, aleron watches intently and asks "What in the word is that" he can't remove his eyes from it as it draws him in
Nedzer peaks up and replies in a hushed voice " This is what's known as the Enchanted 'Y Ddraig Goch' Claw a rarity in these parts, worth a pretty penny too" a smile takes over his rough shell " You have done me, proud apprentice" a look of admiration appears
Taking a deep breath he blows out and expresses " I am glad I could be of service, if I may the situation with Abner will that be taken care of" he places a finger in he mouth and bites on his nail
The general exclaims " Done I will have him with you within the hour, just stand for one minute" anxiety settles in his abdominal region wondering what he wants?
"You did such a fantastic job I'm offering you a position as my retriever, the pay is good and the work is easy enough" arms wrapped around himself he is waiting for an answer
His insides are like a wheel spinning so fast he has to speak or else God knows what will happen "I will join you!" without thinking it over he just clamored, fingers crossed he won't regret his decision
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give your notice and I will be in contact with you afterward, leave immediately" he snaps his fingers as to remove him from the cellar
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off he goes back to his house awaiting his brother's arrival, grinning with joy
Nedzer the fiery Tine-óg encounters a special client who is gracefully swooping the steep stair and it is none other than Princess Qadira.
Dressed in a purple velour cloak draped over her ravishing form and her ebony locks braided to disguise her usually well-maintained look. She is such a natural beauty.
He jolts off the table bows before her, gazes with an admiration for this young beauty and speaks with a crystal clear tone " Your majesty I possess what you require, the extremely rare claw" he places the item in her delicate hands
In her silky smooth voice, she says "Why I thank you Tine-óg this is exactly what I needed, now your payment" she removes a small item in a gold case " This belongs to you the Key of knowledge I believe" she smiles in his direction
His face lights up and he reaches for the key "This belongs to my species, my people it's where it belongs" he has a swelling heart from this as it means so much to him
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"Princess why would such an ageless beauty want a risky thing like that claw, I know what it does do you? he seems to be one of the few people to question her
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"I know what it is capable of and I need it for a vital task I've embarked on, look Mr the less you know the better" she is vexed by his frankness
He has a sneer on his face as he retorts "I know what you're up to your highness, you can't fool a trickster but because you gave me my key your secret is safe" he lets out a cackle, flexing his spine and throwing his head back
Frustrated at his lack of respect right now, she roars" How dare you! trickster, listen don't think because you got me this that I trust you, I don't, keep your nose out of my affairs and I will return the courtesy, keep your mouth shut" she is angry as hell with him her jaws are clenched
Still smirking he answers "I will keep it closed and the same goes for you, we never met, we didn't exchange anything and we stay out each other's path unless we need something that is" he extends his hand to shake on it and she returns the gesture
They are both in agreement so she departs the tavern to her castle with her enchanted claw in tow
Tine-óg goes out hind and produces his trusty Rainbow. He travels to Tanwen to free Abner.
The stupid boy getting stranded in a foreign territory hops onboard ecstatic to be returning home.
The lanky blonde-haired young fellow enters his abode and Mrs. Sallow falls to her knees with shock, he runs into her arms and holds on tight. They are a unit once more. Optimistic for their future endeavors.
The Nedzer returns to what he does best and Princess Qadira is safe in her gigantic castle.
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Picturesque panorama at its finest.
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warm and protected from harm in their fortress as they slumber into the darkness
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