NaNoWriMo Excerpt 11/13/18
“I ran into three men at the top of the lower tier,” I said.
He nodded knowingly, “You’re new in town aren’t you?”
I nodded as he pulled a sweet roll and some butter from a table behind him.
“You need to be careful these days, it’s not as safe here as it used to be.” He set the board on the edge of the bed. “Do you feel up to eating?”
My stomach grumbled loudly in response before I could say anything.
“You don’t need to be bashful here,” he said with a wide grin. “This is a safe place. Those guys couldn’t come in here if they wanted to, not with me here anyhow. My name is Killian, but the kids around here call me Codger.”
“I’m Cade. Cade Tosscobble,” I said picking up the roll and buttering it. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“Tosscobble? You wouldn’t be related to the fella that lived up top that they executed a few months back, would you?”
I nodded again, feeling tears come to my eyes, “he was my uncle.”
“A right shame for you and your family then,” he said shaking his head. “Imagine being related to someone that committed treason…”
“He wouldn’t have!” I protested, “He wouldn’t have done anything of the sort! We Halflings are a happy face that is always willing to lend a hand. He wouldn’t have done anything remotely close to treason. He wouldn’t have had it in him.”
“Whoa now, slow down,” Codger said holding up his hands, “I’m not saying he was a bad person, just that I couldn’t imagine having someone in my family be convicted of treason. The past is the past and all that.”
I watched him stand up and stretch, extending his arms nearly to the beams supporting the ceiling. My stomach growled again as I remembered the roll in my hand. I took a bite and chewed slowly.
“I’ll be heading off to bed now that you’re awake,” he said, “feel free to stay as long as you like. Once you’re feeling better there’s work to be done to earn your keep, but it’s not hard work.”
I opened my mouth to talk, but he cut me off, “you don’t have to make any decisions now. I’ll be by in the morning to check on you and make sure that fever doesn’t come back. Good night.”
With that he walked over and snuffed out the candle before I heard the door open on the far side of the room casting a brief light before he disappeared behind the door. I sat there, chewing on my sweet roll in the dark for a minute considering what he had said about me staying there. Given my current state, and the uncertain future, I had no better alternatives than to work with the others here.
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