DFTC

Ale Trouble, third and last part

((Meant to post this earlier, had not got around to do it yet))

((This is the second part of the travel we did to Sûri-kylä to try to trade hides for some ale or anything similar to ale from Dhordur's perspective. But did forget the screens this time.))

The early spring warmth could be felt as the sun rose on the Othrikar mining outpost. Hilfar was standing near the gate catching the early light while smoking his pipeweed. He was quite pleased that the cold winter was slowly coming to an end, it would surely improve the mood and productivity of the workforce. Hilfar emptied his pipe when he noticed a grumbling sound coming from outside the gate. He walked out and saw a poney struggling to pull a cart full of ale kegs on the steep entranceway towards Othrikar, next to that he saw his father Ullfar.

Dhordur woke up early in the morning, when he had dressed up he walked up to his desk. There he looked a bit at his papers and his maps. He had been working on a plan to take the hot springs back for weeks now. At current state he could not spare any guards to take it, in other words it had to be up to him and two or three others.

The same day that Hilfar and his father arrived at Thorin's halls from Othrikar he made an appointment with Ásfinnur of the DFTC council. After a week time Hilfar was summoned to meet him in his quarters. Hilfar made his way through the tunnels and found the golden inlayed door. Ásfinnur Silverbraid, member of the DFTC council, is a very old dwarf and posseses an extraordinary amount of wealth. Despite his age he still has a keen eye for making money. Hilfar trusted him the most and decided to arrange a private meeting to discuss the pressing busines at Othrikar.

When the summer ended, so did our luck it seems. We did well last year, our trading had brought us one of the highest profit in years. But our endeavor to northern lands seemed to turn into one of our biggest mistakes. We lost a lot of goods, time and almost our lives. You could imagine how glad we were to enter Thorin’s halls again, but we found no joy here. The words of war are still ringing in my ears. We are at war. Thogen had to repeat it again to made me realize how grave our position is. Soon the trade routes will be cut off by the evil stirring in Sarnur.