CHAPTER 2
When we last left our adventurer, she was riding off into the sunset, or rather the sunrise if you ‘re into the particulars.
Now Dammi, our protagonist, was a girl prepared, she brought plenty of tea, cookies, clean underwear and towels, one thing she forgot was water, so we find her by the side of the wooded road, by her motor buggy, sniveling over the fact that she had tea and cookies, but no water to make the tea .
She was so absorbed in her ranting that she didn’t see when a strange bespectacled creature came walking around a corner on the road. She didn’t notice him right until he came and said, “Excuse me , miss.”In a gravelly tone Halting Dammi mid-wail, “Is anything wrong, you seem quite upset.”
It was only then that Dammi got her first look at the stranger; he was short, furry and cute as a button, not to mention he wore the most curious waistcoat that she has ever seen.
“Oh it is nothing,” replied Dammi, “I was merely complaining about the world and its unjustness, I’m Dammi by the way,” she added with a smile.
And the strange, furry short being said, “I’m Thomas, the traveler ,” touching two clawed fingers to his hat For he wore a hat, a mini sombrero, held on his head by a faded blue ribbon tied under his furred chin.
“The Traveler,?” she asked, “Is that some kind of title,” as she walked around the buggy to get closer to Thomas.
“Yes, I am the appointed Traveler, of my people.” He added with a theatrical bow. Now that Dammi was closer enough to see Thomas, she found that his hat wearing head only came up to her mid-thigh. He wore only a strange looking belt with many pouches, a colorful patchwork backpack and his mini-sombrero, His hands and feet were tipped by short claws, in short he looked like a cross between a beaver and a squirrel.
Kneeling, so she was eye to eye with this new being, “Just who are your people? I have never seen someone of your kind.” She added unsure how to proceed in this sort of situation.
“Why my dear, we are the Chosur, we live up there in the mountains,” he said gesturing wildling behind him.
“I’ve never heard of the Chosur,” Dammi said, looking at Thomas, “Well Mr Traveler, then it is an honor indeed, you see I am myself a traveler, rather an adventurer.”
Looking around seeing no one, she bends closer to Thomas and whispers, “I’m on a quest you see, a quest to find Gagra.”
“Gagra?,” he muttered, the furry guy looked at her, and said in a curious tone, “Gagra, but that is...well that is..” he trailed off, “I seemed to have forgotten something,”
Wide eyed, Dammi grabs Thomas and says, “DO YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS?, oh please please tell me,” pleading and dropping Thomas.
Adjusting his sombrero and his pack he says, “Uhh well, I believe I might have been there at some point but that memory seems to have faded, it could be the work of an obliviation machinator or a magician. Of what little I remember of Gagra, I do remember a large tree, a river and a band of dancing red people.”
Dammi was shell shocked, merely a day into her quest she finds a mysterious clue in the form of Thomas the traveler, she asks tentatively, “Can you tell me, or give me any sort of clue ?”
“Well, I can’t, he says.” He tugs at his belt nervously and cringes when Dammi mutters in disappointment, “But I can find someone who can help.” He adds.
“REALLY!!” she exclaims and hugs the Chosur, “Well, What are we waiting for, get on, let’s go meet them.” She says as she runs to the buggy.
“Wait, Miss Dammi, it is getting dark we should make camp, we wil make way tomorrow, it is on the way to where I am going so I can introduce you too.” He said gesturing to the gathering darkness, the trees had fallen oddly quiet and the shadows had grown longer, Dammi shivered.
“I guess you have a point, “she gulped as she heard the howling of some strange creature. “Indeed,” the Chosur added with a grin, I will make us some dinner and tell you the story of who we will meet, he is Welika, the greatest sorcerer this side of Tampanni.”
And so our protagonist and her new travelling companion settled in for the night, by the side of the road to Gagra, bordered by the deep, dark woods.
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