Aside from a foot of water on the floor, and dark mold that had blossomed across the walls, nothing had changed. Then suddenly he was back in that room, with that awful golden cadaver. Maybe Tenessa really did have an angry husband, he thought in a panic, before he felt a second and a third pair of hands grab hold of his arm and pull him into the darkness with irresistible strength. Solovino barely had time to scream when he felt the first pair of hands grab him, and he instantly let go of his clothes and tried to pull away from them. He could work on it later after his brilliant creative mind had been properly lubricated. “But I’ll need something that rhymes with trousers of course. ![]() Surely other men in the audience had faced a similar dilemma of trying to get dressed and get away after a rough night. As he crawled a little bit further into the darkness so he could grope with his hands and find out what they were stuck on, he idly wondered if there was a song in this mishap. Halfway out though, the clothes got stuck and wouldn’t come any further. The unpleasant memories were doing an excellent job of souring his wonderful morning and it would take at least two or three beers to fix once he got downstairs he decided, frowning. The bard clutched his pants and yanked them out from the bed. He’d been in the pitch black darkness of that maze for days, and tried very hard to stay in well lit establishments ever since. Memories of true darkness flickered in his mind, but he pushed those memories away as quickly as they surfaced. None of the faint light from the window reached here, so except for the brown cloth he was reaching for, it might have easily been an abyss. ![]() The darkness under the bed was almost absolute. Still, as he got down on his hands and knees to fish out his clothes from the darkness he was grateful that at least this time he wasn’t in a hurry to get out before an angry husband found him. He didn’t think he’d been that drunk last night, and was only the faintest bit bleary now. Tired of standing around in just his breaches, and more than a little hungry, Solovino bent down to grab his pants, but clumsy as was he succeeded in only pushing them further under the bed. All that mattered was getting dressed and getting downstairs before they ran out of eggs or sausage.įinally, he found his pants peeking out from underneath her side of the bed. Louven supposed he should be grateful that the whole damn bed hadn’t given out after the night they’d had. His backpack had gotten knocked over and his stuff was scattered across the floor in that part of the room and half of his pillows were on the floor. He kicked off the blankets, and brushed aside his boots, finally noticing what a number he and that barmaid had done on his room. As he started looking for his trousers, he was sure that today was going to be a good day. He hadn’t been to either village in an age, and they’d been decent to him in the past. Maybe today he’d go as far as Cambria or Anwoken. He slowly rose and stretched, absently scratching his neck and shoulder. He’d learned that lesson too many times already. Not so much that he dared to try taking off that damnable medallion of course. ![]() Now, even though she’d left before sunrise to avoid a walk of shame, and her side of the bed had long since grown cold, he finally felt like a weight had been lifted from off his heart. It it worked as it always did, but the difference was that for the first time in half a year he’d actually enjoyed spending the night with the buxom lass. ![]() He’d only done it to bring the barmaid back to his room of course. He’d told them all exactly how the maid had gotten waylaid, and even during the encore verses he’d felt no need to switch gears and tell everyone about that awful swamp or their dreadful riches. The dreams had stopped almost completely, and for the first time in recent memory, he’d sung all the verses of a particularly bawdy song to a crowd of drunks in the common room of the tavern he was staying in last night. 15 - Solovino’s Last Songįor almost a month, Louven Solovino had finally known peace again. Enjoy the next two chapters of Tenebroum! Next post of 11/14.
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