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Knights of the Olde Speech

User blog:Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter/Sneak Peek to another Additional Manuscript

“Geidrich the Azure is dead!”

Having almost bumped his way into the inn, Freithen emphatically bellowed these news to the noisy crowd gathered that unsuspectful night.

“Geidrich? Dead? Do you have your own stash at your home, Freithen, to get drunk before even coming here?” someone yelled back after the initial silence.

“Yeah! Geidrich can't be dead. He's like... the most magical!” a drunken voice added.

“No. It's true! A servant of the palace heard the King himself say so to his council. Mardolf the Orange found him dead three days ago. Apparently, he fell from a tower of his own castle”, Freithen insisted.

The new silence lasted longer than the first, but in the end the innkeeper broke it, “He's... Dead?”.

This prompted everyone else to start talking, too.

“He really is?”.

“What are we gonna do now?”.

“What does this mean for us though?”.

“Will Aesregnum invade us now?”.

“Guys, guys, guys! There's no reason to panic. These are in fact great news!” someone's voice raised over the others.

“What are you talking about, Dank?”.

“Think about it. Geidrich was a freaking magician. Imagine all the wonders of wonder and mythical riches he must have collected over the course of his life! And now it's ours for the taking!”.

“Dank, you are a genius! We're gonna be rich!” Freithen replied.

“But didn't Geidrich have an apprentice boy the last few years?” the deep voiced innkeeper questioned.

“Yes, but he's missing!” Freithen informed everyone. “Oh, but it's perfect! He's vanished from the face of Crux and no one knows where he is! No one can stop us!”.

Dank got up on the table, with a beer by his hand, and addressed the crowd, “If you want to sit around here and mope about an eccentric old man, fine with me. But if you want to get filthy rich then come with me! And you shall have no worries in the world!”.

He raised his glass of beer and most people cheered at him and drank to his words.

“We're gonna be rich! And no one can stop us!” Freithen joyfully repeated.


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