Thorgom was still full of the dear. With a smirk on his face he was half-dreaming in front of his poor tent. He had some money left and could go to the Inn. But then again, he could also stay where he was and mind his own business. He had not been to the Inn for a long time and little news did he receive from the outside world. He was in doubt weather to go to the Inn or stay where he was. At the Inn, he had been in a fight a while ago. Not that he was afraid. But Thorgom always liked his rest.
After a while curiosity defeated reason and he broke up camp. The tent that had been standing sturdy in the ground was rolled up into a package that he now carried on his side. Little possessions did the man have. He needed little. The only thing that drove was lust for life and thirst for battle. But battles were nowhere to be found. Thorgom kicked the traces of the fire and took the bones in the package of the tent. They could always become a useful item.
The Inn was not a nice place for fair folks. The outside was as rotten as the inside and most of the visitors were no different. Thorgom hated the building, but some people he know staid there so it was one of the few places he could get company. He opened the door and peered into the room. It seemed that it was a busy day. Thorgom walked to a vacant table and dropped his tent with the bones next to him. He took his axe, since it did not sit very comfortable with a big axe on your back, placed it leaning against his chair. One of the servants of the Inn approached him to take his order.
"I'm fine. I have just eaten and only drink what I gather myself."
The waiter objected that he should at least order one thing from the map, but Thorgom tapped his axe and send the little man off. He sat back and took a bit of the dear meat he kept dried in his pack. Not sooner as the man was gone, another approached him.
"Can I sit here Thorgom?"
Thorgom signed the man to sit down. As he was busy getting in the chair, Thorgom carefully lowered his hand to his throwing axe. He was always careful with new people. He despised every form of contact with strangers anyway. But this man had been so polite to ask permission before prompting down on the chair. The man proved no threat and Thorgom was pleased by the company. But good news came him to mind. It appeared that there was a war starting. Thorgom's lust for battle was immediately burning like a bright flame. As the man kept talking on about things, he fished out the important parts.
It appeared that religious members of the dark lord where looking for followers. Thorgom would follow anyone if it would lead him into war. He blurted out a quick thanks and took his leave.
The road to the citadel was not very far as Thorgom remembered it. He took a quick pace, hoping he was still in time to join them. The ground shook under his massive feet and the throwing axes bungled to all sides. The axe on his back was tightly fastened and was one of the few things that was not being a nuisance. As he proceeded, he could see a vague form of the citadel up ahead. It was already night and as he approached, he saw that people were standing outside. Still catching his breath, he approached one of them. He grabbed the closest arm since he was too tired from running without pausing.
"My name is......Thorgom.....I would...like to.....speak with your......eh....leader...I hear you need people." The man stumbled.
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