dwarf

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony.

We heard it as a soft sound at first. One step into the halls, and we heard it.

Soft whispering whirls echoing thru the empty halls.

We saw nothing in the dark. The cold was damp against our skin.

Then there was a quick flash, a reflection perhaps, nothing more. Nothing less.

We drew closer and saw it seemed to be spinning. Yes, difinately spinning, whirling, cyclone of steel reflecting the one shine of moonlight comming thru the crack in the cavehall roof.