I tried my best to ignore the two thugs, and I was hoping they would not check the back room, were Nolan, my uncles friend was hiding.
"While were 'ere, what is a wee lad like you doing 'ere anyway? You should be out playin with yer frends." the scraggly thug said.
"Yea, well I just moved here and I need to make some money for my family. You got a problem with that?" I snapped back.
I could tell he knew he had hit a nerve. He seemed to be looking at something behind me... "No need 't get angry. Jus sayn it's strange for a young lad like you to 'ave work, unless, naw, you ook like a popular lad." he said.
"I have no friends, topic cl--" i was cut off by a loud yell from Nolan.
"Oi, Geck, lookie 'ere." Bruce said, in a unnaturally deep voice. He emerged from the back room with Nolan, struggling to get away.
"Les, get out of here!! Take the bag and go!!" Nolan shouted to me.
Geck turnded towards me, drawing a dagger from underhis coat, saying "Oh, your not going anywhere, 'Less'" he said in a mocking tone. "Give me the bag, and I'll let you live, for a little while." he said, sneering.
I was getting angry. "Over my dead body!!" I yelled, grabbing the hammer, and a red hot, half finished, sword.
"Hahaha! You might as w--" he didn't Finnish talking before I swung the sword towards him. There was a loud 'TWANG' as Geck barley got his dagger up in time to block it. He responded by pulling out a second dagger, and swinging it towards my belly. My hammer caught that one. I swung my sword around a second time. He raised his dagger to stop it above his head, only to have the red-hot sword to rain sparks down on his eyes and face.
"AAUGGHHH!!" he screamed, and fell to his knees. I swung te hammer down on his back, and he crumpled to the floor. I looked over at Nolan, to see him fighting Bruce. Nolan had grabbed a shield off the wall, while Bruce had grabbed a large mace off te same wall. 'maby those should be on different walls' I thought as I ran to assist Nolan. Bruce's mace came down on the shield with a 'Crack'. I knew it wasn't the shield that cracked. Before Bruce could block, I hit him in the arm with my hammer. He fell to the floor, clutching his arm. The sword was a red-orange blur as it cut his chest open. Spattering blood on the floor. He lay silent on the floor.
I quickly ran to Nolan. "Nolan! You are going to be ok!" I said, knowing that the beakers would probably have to amputate his crushed arm. Which for a scholar, would be devastating. I lifted the shield slightly, to check the damage. It was worse than I thought. On top of a crushed arm, the shield had splintered and stabbed him throughout his left side.
"Les...I need you to...'cough'.. I need you to protect that satchel from...the elves. Those thugs were probably hired to get the contents. 'cough' Ime sure they've sent someone for..'ungh'.. your uncle. He will be safe though. Paranoia has it's benefits." he coughed out. "You must take the satchel to the high priest. Your uncle was suppost to do this, but I guess you'll do." he said with a chuckle. "now go! I don't know if there were more, but you must leave soon. And here, take this. This should be helpfull in your journey." he handed me his personal satchel.
I went over and grabbed the hidden satchel and my best sword and cross bow, and headed for the door. Suddenly...
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