Let's see you talk your way out of this one

Chapter 2, Let's see you talk your way out of this one

Dropping down to a crouch on the far side of the door in the shadows the young noble waited for his would be executioner….he listened intently as the very faint sounds of a sword being drawn and a key being inserted into the lock bring a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face…Crap..he had been in tight situations before but this wasn’t funny anymore with an Ulrani coming in to kill him….an Ulrani…yes an Ulronai Khel realized….he had only ever heard of the warrior race descendants of Ulro, a great warrior-hero who were now cursed. It must be the fear and revulsion he now felt….Damn….time to focus….

As time stood still as it does in times like this Khel’s mind races back to the information he was able to extract from the guards before throwing him in here…”Verek” is the servants name….it sounds familiar somehow….Focus…Focus…Hope I can convince this Ulronai not to kill me….How did he get in here anyway….where in Asvalak’s name were all the guards?

With a resounding crash the door opened as the warrior burst into the room and Khel tried to trip him. Talking fast the young Noble recalled the curse of the Ulronai and tried to use it to his advantage as the Ulronai crouched at the ready to bring on a second attack, “Hey, I just got in here, it’s not me you want….who put you up to this….did they tell you they were your friends?....you don’t have friends remember?....what have I done to you….I can double whatever they paid you….I could be your friend” Khel smiled as he noticed the Ulronai warriors sword tip drop at those words as he looked about to concede to the Noble’s tongue but all too quickly he swung a resounding roundhouse strike that would have amputated all but the quickest and most agile in Ambrethel…..”Hey none of that…I tell you someone is trying to frame me….Really does it make any sense that you are here trying to kill a Noble of the house of Rhennigar”

This time Khel could tell that he had finally gotten through to the Ulronai, “Ok now put away that big poker of yours, do the right thing, and help me out of here my friend”.

Taking a circuitous route back to the Rhennigar apartments in Cyradon, Khel wondered what to do with the Ulronai Warrior….turning to his killer come rescuer Khel hoped he was going to get the answer he wanted….”What do you think about getting a little bit of revenge my friend?....So tell me….who was it that hired you anyway? Where were all the guards? Weren’t you a bit suspicious? What’s your story man? Oh my name is Khel Rhennigar by the way and I can tell you right now that anDrok is not going to like you…you know you really should try wearing some better clothes to blend in a bit better…you’re not a very good assassin…sorry…don’t get me wrong you seem like a good warrior and all but that hodge podge of clothes won’t work. Here let me set you up with something more suitable….and would you answer my questions already….what do you mean which ones? Sheeesh maybe you and anDrok will get along….Do I talk too much? No don’t answer that….I’ll send for one of the servants to bring some meats, and ale down to this room….you can stay in this curtained, adjoining room till they leave and I’ll send anDrok to get you set up with a room. Try not to get on his bad side…kind of tough with the aura you give off but I’ll lay down the law for him….speaking of law….I guess I’m a fugitive….hmm….better do something about that. Don’t mind me I need to step out for a couple hours.

With a sigh of relief the exhausted Ulronai Warrior sat beside the curtain enjoying the quiet and solitude that a room without Khel afforded. This being “friends” thing was a tiring business. It would have been simpler to chop him in half….too late now. He’d have to settle for the guy that set him up….although if the guy didn’t stop talking it might be fun to at least cut out his tongue!!