The Adventures of Dremron and Company
Chapter 5
Gildroan
Gildroan walked into the armory and over to the wall where the swords were mounted. "I hate sentry duty," thought the shaggy-haired-dwarf. He examined the swords and chose one with jewels encrusted in its hilt. His fingers wrapped around it as he hefted up and stuck it in the scabbard in his belt.
Gildroan was a short, even for a dwarf. He was dressed in a patched and rust-stained white shirt, and leather hose. He also wore a beaten, and rusty helm that covered his hair, well most of it, and his ears. Right now, the dwarf was in a foul mood, for he had been punished, and thereby put on sentry duty for a week. As he pulled a chain-mail shirt over his broad shoulders and ragged shirt, he bit his lip and anger, remembering what he had been punished for.
"I don't deserve this," thought the short dwarf, who was only about four feet high. He was punished for insulting an officer, which was a minor offence, but the officer disliked him, as did many others. "Though I was asking for trouble," he thought, "I shouldn't have insulted his mother, though it was quite funny," Gildroan chuckled halfheartedly. The dwarf had said that the officer's mother must have dallied with an goblin to come up with a dwarf as ugly as he. A lot of the other officers and generals had laughed, and Gildroan knew that he was lucky to escape with only sentry duty for a week. He didn't like the army though, and had planned his escape; he would leave tonight.
He had his meager belongings in a rucksack: a hand axe, and 9 gold pieces. Gildroan planned to slip away at the front gate where he was posted; no one would look there for a while. He would have time to get a ways away from them, he hoped.
He walked out of the armory and looked up at the star filled sky. He walked
the short distance to the gate and opened the doors. He took one last look
at the encampment before he shut the gate, and than a glance around to be sure
that no one was watching. Then he strolled off along a path through the ever-thickening
forest of pine and oak, feeling no regret or remorse.
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