|
Ni Deng
He had covered most of the distance in the dark. Only when the sun's rays crested the hills in the east had he reverted back to his slow pace, leaving the road to take a shorter path through some trees. He had been listening to the sounds of fighting all day long, and as he crested a final rise in the landscape he could see the city, and hundreds of knights in shining armour. This was the place alright.
It took him the better part of the afternoon to get down to their appearant leader.
"Good Sir, I am being Ni Deng. You fight today for saving the world, yes? Can you be interested in the services of a humble gardener in the slaying of the daemon?"
He held up a small shovel and arched an eyebrow...
|