The hot sun beat down on the company as they walked through the plane. In the past day they had descended several hundered feet, out of the mountains, and everyone was feeling the temperature difference. Even though the sun was low in the sky, the heat was still difficult to cope with, laden down as they were. Kevin had taken his hat off, having replaced it with a knotted handkerchief to soak up sweat, and was using it to fan his face.
Suddenly Dom (as Kevin liked to call him, and he loathed to be called) stopped. "I need to consult the map," he said, and at that drew a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket and mumbled something in ancient dwarvish. (Kevin didn't know what he said, ancient dwarvish was not his forte, but he did manage to understand the first few words as "I solemnly swear that I'm...") Instantly black lines appeared on the map. Dominic gravely shook his his head.
"What's up Dom?" said Kevin jovially. Dominic stared at him like only a highly powerful wizard can. "Inic." finished Kevin obediently.
"We'll never make it to the nearest town in time," Dominic said to the party. "We'll just have to set up camp in that clump of trees on the horizon."
***
By the time they reached the clump of trees it was an hour after sunset. It had looked close, but on the planes you can see for miles. Judging distances is tricky. The trees were few and sparse, and as they approached, Dominic, (Or as Kevin now preferred to call him, The Wiz Dude,) spotted a flickering light in amongst the trees.
"We need two small people to go ahead and check to see what manner of beast is making the light." Saris and Kevin looked at each other. Neither looked particularly willing, but Kevin new it wasn't wise to mess with The Wiz Dude. "You two will go in. If they are friend, hoot once like a barn owl and twice like a screach owl. If foe, do your best tawny owl."
Both Kevin were sent off so quickly however neither had the opportunity to say they didn't actually there were different types of owl.
As they approached, Kevin making no noise at all like only a Moomin can, the light suddenly went out. Then, someone started yelling obscenitys at the top of their voices. Sarris was unamused, but Kevin just cracked up. He lay rolling on the floor in fits of laughter, Moonins being the perfect shape for rolling. In a matter of seconds however he was halled to his feet by a tall human warrior, and he saw that Sarris had had a similar fate, only his assailant was dwarven and slightly drunk by the looks of things.
This'll teach you to try and pick our pockets," said the dwarf, and started kicking Sarris, of meowed in pain. "We're not thieves. We are merely an advance party to investigate the light!" blurted Sarris.
"If that's true, summon the rest of yer. We'll see if you is tellin' lies or no."
Kevin thought for a moment, then gave his best duck call.
***
"What the hell do you suppose that means?" Dominic asked Annette. Annette simply shrugged her shoulders, and started forwards.
Once they arrived at the clearing, the dwarf and human dropped the two, the dwarf somewhat reluctantly. Formal introductions were made. The group supped. Kollek and Jorgen had already eaten, but were happy to nibble a few nibbles and drink a drink or two.
About a quarter way through the meal, Kevin noticed that Annette was sitting away from everyone, at the edge of the firelight. Then he realized. The clump of trees had no animals, and she couldn't eat ordinary food. So he got up, and padded towards here, grabbing his pack as he left.
"You ok?"
Annette looked at him, and nodded. "Yeah, just not very social generally that's all."
"Hungry?"
Annette shrugged. "Yeah. There isn't anything..."
"For you to eat here," Kevin finished.
Annette nodded again.
"Wrong." Kevin reached into his rucksack and took out three wineskins. "Pick a blood type."
"Those are blood?"
"I'm a Barber Surgeon, I always keep a couple of pints of each of the three most popular blood types. You know, incase someone's lost a lot of blood."
A wave of gratitude spread over Annette's face, as she eagerly picked up each of the wineskins, and sniffed them in turn. "I like this one the most," she said, holding up the second, "thank you so much."
"The pleasure's mine. I'd probably best leave you too it." Kevin picked up the other two skins, and put them back in his rucksack, which he picked up, and carried back to to the fireside.
***
The next morning, the group awoke. After breakfast, (another pint of blood from Kevin's supplys for the Vampire,) everyone packed up their things and got ready to leave.
"So whereabouts are yous headed?" asked to dwarf.
"Just north," said Dominic, kicking Sarris to stop him telling them their precise destination. Telling a dwarf that they were traveling to an ancient dwarven city probably wasn't the best of courses.
"You'll be stopping off for supplies at the town five miles hence then?" asked Jorgen.
"Indeed." squeeked Sarris, before looking daggers at Dominic.
***
Approaching the town, the group heard some sort of commotion.
"Market day?" wondered Kevin.
"Possibly," replied Sarris.
All thoughts of it being market day were banished however when they found the corpse, three hundred yards from the town.
Kevin knelt beside the body. "He was killed recently. The corpse is fresh."
"Go in with weapons draw, eh?" said the dwarf to Jorgen, who nodded, and mounted his bull.
You go ahaid, I'll catch up once I've done a quick investigation on this body."
A minute later the moomin had suttled back to the party.
"What did you find?" whispered Annette in his ear.
"Nothing. I just wanted a bit of that fresh blood. Might come in useful, no?" whispered Kevin back, and winked.
"We're going in," said Dominic. "Lets take a look at what the hell is going on here."
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