The dwarf snored. Predictable, annoying, but not what was keeping him awake. Torsten stared at the ceiling, the timid light from the small window catching its rough texture. The Sol was beginning to rise and his mind was still racing. This first day of adventure had been more exciting than he could have anticipated… too exciting! He’d held his sword against another and had a sword held against him. He’d nearly killed a man (accidentally) and had been nearly accused of the murder of another man. Is this what adventuring was to be like in this world?
He replayed the events with Bruno over and over. Had they missed something? The poisoning, the purging, the return to his room, the murder… the murderer? Torsten had spotted someone flee into the coach yard. Were they an agent of von Dammerblitz, the adversary the Margravine mentioned? Probably. Was it the ‘barmaid’ they’d seen fawning all over the ill-fated Judicial Champion? Hard to know… she may have administered the poison kiss, but had she plunged the dagger, that most distinctive looking weapon, into his back? Maybe there was more than one person complicit in Bruno’s murder. Maybe they were a member of the Margravine’s staff…
Either way, they were embroiled in it now. Morgrim wasn’t losing any sleep with the idea of being the new Champion, but Torsten certainly was. The road to Kemperbad and then onward to Altdorf was going to be interesting. Interesting and dangerous.
Until next time,
Owen