Omake: A day in the life of Rothgar.
Morning had been off to relatively alright start...
"Lad get my armor polished now, I have to meet her ladyship in the next 10 minutes."
Yes, one could almost describe it as normal...
"Recite the rule of pride, and the Mourning of Grombrindal while you do so."
Yep, bog standard really.
"Note how the armor develops a glowing spiders web? Aye thats the runic array balancing its magics. Your making the runes share their power. Typically the lesser runes feed the more demanding Master Rune, so this helps prevent the master rune from burning them out. Not really what you want in weapons, but in the case of armor you want the whole set in balance."
Finally the tent flap opens, and King Uthor marches out not even dismissing you the second the last plate is fixed into position. Loosing an open sigh, you move in to tidy the room. Discarded bottles of Lhunebryn (apparently the runedrake's had a dispenser) were quickly put away and the once polished and now marred hall floor was swept clean. Your tasks finished for this morning you march out to the councils tent. There you meet the elders of the colony, making excuses for your master you collect their bills and papers. Most on Goat vellum, but for some reason at least 3 in thick bronze volumes, a preference of Thane Grimli. Sighing you cart them back to the royal tent, and place them out on the table for his 'majesty' for when he returns from yet another hours worth of ear ringing.
Right on time a tired despondent sovereign marches through the tent flaps depositing a mess of detritus his boots have collected over his journey to her ladyships quarters. You dare not leave a ghost of a grimace cross your face as with a creak he deposited himself down and starts reading. "New grudges... Another birth... Some couple wants me to give their garazi my blessing..." He frowned when he came across the bronze tablets. "Not again. Doesn't he know the attack isn't till midday! If he wants to join the throng is waiting."
Its only half an hour later that your master declares his hunger, and sends you off to fetch breakfast. A rather late breakfast. Currently its egg's on stonebread toast with a thin helping of butter. Not the best food in the world, but with the incoming rations the fact one of the clans had brought with them some chickens they had won in a wager against a 'traders' gnoblars, was a gift from the ancestors. "And don't forget the water lad. Mix it in with the milk to make it last."
Well you hoped they finally got the rockslide cleared soon, with the ban on mining till the goblin's were culled about they were starting to run out of fresh stone for stonebread.
