Enlisting as a spy #112

“This is insane…AND stupid,” complains Dorbane.
“I have to agree, friend,” adds Dagan, “though I appreciate the nobel gesture towards my people.”
“Aye, as do I, but this is…well, insane…AND stupid!” repeats Dorbane.
“I’m getting the hint,” you say, “but my mind’s made up.”
“I also think Valda will have a thing or two to say about this plan.”
Oooo, the Gypsy. Yes, that could be a problem.
“But not if we don’t tell her,” you mutter.
“ExCUSE me? Did you suddenly fall on that soft head of yours and not tell me now?! Whadya mean, not tell her?” Dorbane looks you square in the eyes, “Do you not know how that girl fawns for you, you stupid ox?”
“Names!” you rebuke, but you have to grin about it. The Gypsies don’t give their affections to just anyone. It’s a magical event, a bonding. But you shake the thought from your head. Focus!
“She’ll understand, because it’s something I have to do,” you frown, “Enough said.”
“Is it now?” huffs the dwarf, “Alright then. I’ll walk you to your doom of stupidity, I will. Care to assist me with this village idiot, young Dagan?”
“Aye.”
You glower at them both.
Off and across town you wander, trying to think what to say to Toma to get into his good graces. Surely a good man like that would have a place for a faithful soldier like yourself!
As you approach through the stables area, you hear a great commotion in the large tent. From the flags waving above, you know this is, in fact, Toma’s quarters.
An argument is raging…and there’s only a hay cart standing between the three of you and knowing what all the shouting is about.

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