"I used to think it was, but not anymore. I've received quite a few of these little guys." She lifted the letter and shook it in Ulfric's face. "Now, I just go. The Words of Power are there, waiting for me. Sometimes, I even hear them calling out to me."
Ulfric pulled a face and began tying her pieces of armor together. "Be back soon, Boltraz." Ulfric said, helping her pack potions and weapons into a knapsack. Boltraz nodded, excitement filling her golden eyes, and ran out the door.
Ulfric stood the chair up and sat down in it, fishing the amulet out of his pocket and staring down at it. The filiment stared back up, mocking him. He tightened his hold on it again and the chain broke. Ulfric cursed and tucked it back into his pocket. He'd have to get it fixed before she returned.
The blacksmith expressed his gratitude when Ulfric handed him the amulet and asked for it to be fixed. "Since the war's ended, I haven't got much work." The man took the jewlery and smiled down at it knowingly. "You gonna propose to Boltraz?"
Ulfric, who had been watching a hawk circle them, looked down out of the corner of his eye at the blacksmith. "Perhaps." He answered, and then added under his breath, "If I could get her alone for once."
The blacksmith snickered and took a pair of small pliers, shaping the new circle of metal to match the others. "Took me half a year to work up the courage to show my amulet to Sera. I'm sure you'll do it soon."
"Hn." Ulfric turned to look back up at the hawk but it was already gone. "It's not courage that's the problem." He looked down at the people moving around on the streets. "I literally can't get her alone."
The blacksmith nodded and dunked the necklace in the water troth. "I just saw her run past a little while ago. I think you missed your window again."
Taking the necklace from the blacksmith, Ulfric sighed heavily. "Yes. She got some letter about a word of power and was off before I could even get a word in myself."
The blacksmith rubbed a speck of dirt off of his grinder and rested his head in his hands. "Are you worried about the children?"
"The children?" Ulfric turned and looked at the blacksmith, confusion apparent on his face. "What do you mean?"
"They'll take after the mother. You'll have four or five orc children running around making a mess." The blacksmith smiled cruelly at Ulfric. "You got yourself in a real mess now."
Ulfric turned and looked solidly at the Blacksmith. "Be careful what you say, Gery." Putting the amulet back in his pocket, Ulfric left the small pavilion and headed back to the Blue Palace.
Epilouge [2/5]
Ulfric pulled a face and began tying her pieces of armor together. "Be back soon, Boltraz." Ulfric said, helping her pack potions and weapons into a knapsack. Boltraz nodded, excitement filling her golden eyes, and ran out the door.
Ulfric stood the chair up and sat down in it, fishing the amulet out of his pocket and staring down at it. The filiment stared back up, mocking him. He tightened his hold on it again and the chain broke. Ulfric cursed and tucked it back into his pocket. He'd have to get it fixed before she returned.
The blacksmith expressed his gratitude when Ulfric handed him the amulet and asked for it to be fixed. "Since the war's ended, I haven't got much work." The man took the jewlery and smiled down at it knowingly. "You gonna propose to Boltraz?"
Ulfric, who had been watching a hawk circle them, looked down out of the corner of his eye at the blacksmith. "Perhaps." He answered, and then added under his breath, "If I could get her alone for once."
The blacksmith snickered and took a pair of small pliers, shaping the new circle of metal to match the others. "Took me half a year to work up the courage to show my amulet to Sera. I'm sure you'll do it soon."
"Hn." Ulfric turned to look back up at the hawk but it was already gone. "It's not courage that's the problem." He looked down at the people moving around on the streets. "I literally can't get her alone."
The blacksmith nodded and dunked the necklace in the water troth. "I just saw her run past a little while ago. I think you missed your window again."
Taking the necklace from the blacksmith, Ulfric sighed heavily. "Yes. She got some letter about a word of power and was off before I could even get a word in myself."
The blacksmith rubbed a speck of dirt off of his grinder and rested his head in his hands. "Are you worried about the children?"
"The children?" Ulfric turned and looked at the blacksmith, confusion apparent on his face. "What do you mean?"
"They'll take after the mother. You'll have four or five orc children running around making a mess." The blacksmith smiled cruelly at Ulfric. "You got yourself in a real mess now."
Ulfric turned and looked solidly at the Blacksmith. "Be careful what you say, Gery." Putting the amulet back in his pocket, Ulfric left the small pavilion and headed back to the Blue Palace.