A story of Khels

Khel shivered from the frigid waters beneath him. His powerful frame moved easily towards the shore of Lake Lusarra from the little boat hidden and anchored in the weeds just to the south. Drying himself off with a rough woollen towel that had seen many lonely nights on the tree Khel now leaned on for support the young man looked out to the South where faint lights of the city could just now start to be made out as it got darker.

Cyradon, the place Khel called home was not the easiest place for a rogue to live, especially with a name like Khel Rennigar. The capital of The Mhendarian Palatinate and its Mhendarian knights had a long lasting issue with Khelebria and considered it, the closest lands to the South east, a den of thieves. Not that Khel considered himself a thief by any stretch of the imagination. He knew thieves lived rather short lives. Khel’s calling still eluded him….but until such time as fate decided what it held in store for him he would sow his wild oats despite his family’s remonstrations.

Khel pulled back the scrub from the base of the tree that revealed his personal stash in his favourite swimming spot. Pulling out the bottle of wine he raised it in salute over the beautiful Lake Lusarra that so eloquently shone with the moons soft light. Looking at the bottle after having taken a swig and replacing the stopper Khel furrowed his brow as one side of his face pinched up tightly in annoyance. He was down to the dregs of his bottle of wine given to him by Father Verbald. The High Church’s symbol on the bottle itself were marks of the quality of this particular vintage and he was sad to see it so depleted.

Placing the scrub back in place Khel pulled on his boots and began his treck back to his flat in Cyradon, near the “old wall” which ringed the central part of the city. Cyradon had grown around the wall with well built roads and new buildings to the point the wall encompassed only a fraction of the populace now and could barely be seen upon first entering the outskirts of town. Getting to the Alahadrion road which loosely followed the river of the same name North to the Greyward Mountains Khel wondered what tomorrow would bring. Too bad he hadn’t taken another swig of wine before leaving.

Rumor about Khel: Being bored once he once arranged to have a prisoner who had killed another noble released just to see the political fallout it would cause?