The night’s air blew against his face bringing with it the crisp feel of autumn. Aedon had always loved this time of year. All through the glade the scent of kindled fireplaces and campfires set to not only keep away the chill, but also to stir the imaginations of those gathered close to their flames. As he walked towards the Rest Aedon took his time and enjoyed the nearness of the woods he loved so dearly.
He had just left Izzy back at Connemara, and was heading to the Tavern in the Glade of Aegis to clean it a bit, and see to it things were set for the next few days. It always seemed that there was some ale or wine in need of stocking these days, and of course fresh food must be arranged for. He enjoyed doing his work in the evenings. There was a calmness, a sense of peace that seemed to emanate from the ground, and a familiarity that seemed to call him, beckoning him home as it had for so many years now.
He had for a split second considered putting off his work till morning, and spending the night in the comfort of his home with Izznet. He had been enjoying hearing her tales of all the things new and old she came across. The joy she felt with each new discovery thrilled him, and set him mind to wondering about the woman she would become. But it was a small task to tend, and then he would hurry home and share time near the hearthside with her.
Arriving at the Rest, he pulled out some of the things he needed to stock. Before setting to his task, he unstrapped his sword, and laid it across the counter, as he so often did. It is not that he was uncomfortable wearing it. In fact, after so many years he almost felt naked without the scabbard strapped to him.
He had just finished filling the ale cabinet when he heard the sound of the door opening. As he turned towards the entrance he called out;
“Sorry, but we are closed for the night.”
The figure at the door spoke no words, but instead slowly moved towards where Aedon stood.
“why are you hear, what do you want now? Aedon yelled at the all too familiar face.
He knew this person well, but a sudden cold chill gripped his heart, and he turned towards the bar, trying to reach his sword. The feel of some heavy object crashing down on his skull stopped him dead in his tracks. As darkness took him his last thoughts were of Izznet. And through the pain and blood, he smiled even as the figure laughed as he watched Aedon crumble to the ground, and lie still.
He had just left Izzy back at Connemara, and was heading to the Tavern in the Glade of Aegis to clean it a bit, and see to it things were set for the next few days. It always seemed that there was some ale or wine in need of stocking these days, and of course fresh food must be arranged for. He enjoyed doing his work in the evenings. There was a calmness, a sense of peace that seemed to emanate from the ground, and a familiarity that seemed to call him, beckoning him home as it had for so many years now.
He had for a split second considered putting off his work till morning, and spending the night in the comfort of his home with Izznet. He had been enjoying hearing her tales of all the things new and old she came across. The joy she felt with each new discovery thrilled him, and set him mind to wondering about the woman she would become. But it was a small task to tend, and then he would hurry home and share time near the hearthside with her.
Arriving at the Rest, he pulled out some of the things he needed to stock. Before setting to his task, he unstrapped his sword, and laid it across the counter, as he so often did. It is not that he was uncomfortable wearing it. In fact, after so many years he almost felt naked without the scabbard strapped to him.
He had just finished filling the ale cabinet when he heard the sound of the door opening. As he turned towards the entrance he called out;
“Sorry, but we are closed for the night.”
The figure at the door spoke no words, but instead slowly moved towards where Aedon stood.
“why are you hear, what do you want now? Aedon yelled at the all too familiar face.
He knew this person well, but a sudden cold chill gripped his heart, and he turned towards the bar, trying to reach his sword. The feel of some heavy object crashing down on his skull stopped him dead in his tracks. As darkness took him his last thoughts were of Izznet. And through the pain and blood, he smiled even as the figure laughed as he watched Aedon crumble to the ground, and lie still.