13 For The Ladys Hand (1/2)

A party of four gnomes riding strange green wolves quickly made their way through the forest. But instead of using the ground, this group moved through the treetops.

This animal was called leafrider and in the gnome village of Willowtown, it was a very popular mount. First, because it was fairly strong, being able to defend itself. Second, was due to its way of movement. After all, they were capable of traveling on the treetops.

Every gnome knew from a very young age that this Azov Forest was full of dangers, so this discreet way to make a journey was greatly appreciated.

At the front of the group stood Nimble, making an unpleasant face.

He wore a skirt and pants made of reeds and, like the rest of his kin, he had no use for shoes.

”This ain't right, Ted. How could they do this to me? Shouldn't I, Nimble, of the first generation, have a preference on this matter over some brat?”

”Nimble, we are not talking about some random person. This is the chief's eldest son. Just let it go. In fact, when we return, you should immediately go to Lord Douwe and present him with some rare herbs. This is a conflict you cannot win. Now take the lead to make peace and this dangerous strife will be behind us in no time.”

The one who spoke was Theodore. He appeared to be of the same age as Nimble and at his waist hanged two wooden swords with strange symbols marked on them, while his clothes were made of some resilient looking leather.

”It doesn't matter if it's Douwe's son. Or at least it shouldn't. I was already healing diseases and killing treants even before he stopped milking his mommy's tities. The merit I accumulated is enough. No? So, Ella should be mine.”

Ted sighed and massaged the temples, feeling a slight headache, and then answered.

”Como on, Nimble. Get your priorities straight. It's not too late. There is still time to mend this relationship. Think about it. You can get the position as an elder.”

This whole quarrel was about a woman, Ella, some beautiful damsel of the younger generation.

Nimble had fully committed, since his youth, to the study of druidcraft. The result was that, even with mediocre talent, he managed to make something of himself. Now he was one of the foremost candidates for the position of village elder, which recently became available.

But now that he was older and became satisfied with the status he had achieved, what Nimble yarned the most was the possibility of settling down and to start a family.