They were just about to set out when the door of the tavern flew open.
“Where is the wanderer?” A man at the doorway looked around frantically.
“What do you want the wanderer for?” A gambler looked up at him.
“That is none of your business. I have a business offer for the wanderer.”
“She’s right here.” Brisla looked up and called out. The man scurried over.
“Are you the wanderer?”
“I am a wanderer, along with my fellow companion.”
“Whatever.” He waved her correction away. “I have an important job that only a wanderer can do. There’s lots of money involved.”
Brisla stared at him for a moment.
“You know wanderers don’t do business transactions.”
“Yes yes.” The man responded impatiently. “But this is absolutely important.”
Brisla paused in thought for a moment. She turned to Granite.
“What do you think?”
“Well, I think we give it a try and see what happens. I mean you never know.”
Brisla nodded. No harm seeing what it was. Worse come to worse, they would just have another adventure.
“Great!” The man scurried off. “Follow me.”
Brisla got up with Granite and they walked off.
The man led them to an old creaky house and down a long winding passage until they reached a dimly lit basement. Finally, they stopped in a small workshop like room.
“We’re here. I’ll go get master.”
The man left. Moments later, an old man limped into the room.
“Welcome!” He boomed. “I am so glad you have came here!”
He limped over to the other end of the room and started searching for something.
“Need help?” Brisla offered.
“No.” He responded flatly. Brisla groaned inwardly. This was going to be a long night.