Grumpkins and Witches
Twelfth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
Bronn had never been in an inn run by grumpkins before, but so far he had nothing to complain about. The food was good enough for a noble's table, the drink was some of the best he ever had if not enough of it, for just that reason only thing lacking was the company. He did not really mind the witch with the small mountain of books, or even the strange golden dragon thing flying about like some demented bird spraying ink all over his shirt when it got excited over some weird thing... but the girl gave him a cold sweat just standing there.
He'd seen kids in his time, crofters'' kids common as dirt with the sense to be sacred when they saw an armed man about and highborn brats taking after their parents and talking shit about sellswords as loud as they could to make themselves sound bigger and though he had enver seen a princess he was mortally certain most of them were not like that.
Sitting perched on a chair pretty as you please talking some weird shit to the witch... the other witch and fiddling with the silver amulet at her throat... the clink of silver chain-links and the sight of eyes looking to 'round and 'round like a shadowcat he'd seen once in the Mountains of the Moon.
The sudden sound of something heavy striking the inn door interrupted Bronn's thoughts...
...once...
"Company!" the girl shouted and just like that the witch snapped out of her books.
...twice...
"You weren't expecting anyone were you?" she asked the odd little witch-light that had been bringing the food.
Bronn did not speak grumpkin but he was quite sure that the frantic shaking was a no and he really doubted any man could have struck the solid oak door quite that hard without a battering ram, and he would have heard a battering ram moving up to the nearly inn's front door.
...three times...
And this time the door flew off its hinges a good five feet into the common room to reveal... well he supposed it was a bigger grumpkin. about Dressed in leaves it seemed and about as tall as Bronn, expet for the bloody antlers growing out of his head and for armor it seemed to be covered in leaves though for all he knew the leaves were harder than steel or some shit. About the only good thing about it was that it carried a bow taller than it was, no sort of weapon to use close up, though looking into the thing's glowing gold eyes Bronn had the strangest feeling the bloody thing would be able to use it somehow.
The thing shouted something in strange tongue, but the tone was clear enough. It wanted something to string up and probably was not too particular as to what.
"Leave this place in peace, and its master also, for he is not yours to slay!" the witch said in Common, expect it wasn't really Common and there was a sort of echo behind it that gave Bronn a headache.
The thing
really did not like that. It pointed at Bronn for some damn reason though and needle-thin line of green light flashed towards him quick as lightning tearing through the air, it went right though his helmet like it was made of butter, then it bounced off his head. The men dimly remembered the spell the witch-girl had done on him morning saying tartly that it was going to keep the bad magic away and he was suddenly
very glad for terrifying little girls.
Not that the gratitude lasted very long in the foreground of his mind as his sword was in his hand and he was rushing forward with an overhand strike at he...
surprised thing. Time to find out if grumpkins bled red.
OOC: I was going to write the inn stealing and then I remembered that I had nor rolled to see if anyone would mess with the inn and poor Bronn would have no chance to shine. So i made the roll it came up... interesting and Bronn ended up at up tanking his first disintegrate SLA thanks to persistomancy and spell resistence. The rest of the fight will be in a proper update, because the dragon cavalry is coming.
