Arrival at Bridgerton

Dror sized up the town of Bridgerton as their ship approached the river docks. Another big city looking much like the others they had visited. He heaved a deep sigh as he contemplated the events of the last few months. A sense of guilt and foreboding hung over him.

Dror had been coerced into doing the unthinkable; attempting to murder the good lord Khel all for the sake of a false friendship. The shame and guilt of this alone was enough. Khel would gladly have accepted his rightful execution for the horrible deed he had attempted. He had shamed his people, himself and everything he stood for. Instead of seeking justice for Dror’s actions, lord Khel had instead asked Dror for his help in escaping the Palantine army. As unworthy as he was Dror could not refuse the lord’s invitation. He vowed to himself then that he would redeem himself and his people by loyally serving lord Khel. It was the least he could do for the man who had shown him such grace.

It made no sense that Khel should consort with the likes of an Ulronai. Dror’s presence made the mere task of finding lodging and sustenance on their journey almost impossible. Dror had witnessed many times, heated arguments between the lord and some tavern or shop keeper, all for his sake. Dror saw the sack of gold coins (more than Dror was likely to possess during his lifetime) that lord Khel had paid the ship’s captain to take him on board. It made no sense that the lord would go to these great lengths for the sake of Dror. He was so unworthy and each act of kindness that lord Khel performed only served to make Dror more indebted to him and feel more guilty for being such a burden. Dror HAD to help lord Khel in any way he could. So far he had been nothing but a burden. He HAD to do something repay lord Khel.

Dror closed his eyes and muttered a prayer to the Gods. “Let me be of service…..”