The Green Dragon

[Carrûn]

"Your friend is that mysterious man over there?"

The boy glanced over to where Awyrgan sat brooding the fire. "Yup."

"Cheer him up?" He gave a rather non-childlike snort. "I doubt it, he'd probably kill me if I tried. He's good at that sort of thing." He took a large noisy bite from one of the apples.

"What's your name, young lad?"

"Oh I don't really have a name," he said in a matter of fact way. "Encai...Awyrgan said I could call myself Nárello. He calls me little úlfr." He sat for a while taking large sips from the tankard watching Awyrgan across the room as if looking for a silent nod of approval. But the man's hood was tilted forward and he slept. Nárello grinned again. "Look at him, you'd think he was asleep." He looked at the lady in a mock serious fashion. "You think if I throw something at him he'd catch it? He caught me taking one of his kni..things when I thought he was sleeping." He grinned cheekily.

[ January 11, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]