disappearance. The trooper knew little more than silly rumors, and the ranger realized that most of the sparse information was only idle chatter.
The tent city that sprawled before Ren was a huge, dismal thing. A large corral for horses stood to the north of the city. The wretched smell made it obvious that horse droppings were regularly tossed into the river. Greasy cooking fires sent plumes of smoke up over the village. Most of the tents along the river were little more than ceilings of canvas with open sides or blankets propped against ladders or wooden planks. Ren hoped there were some answers to be found, but his mood worsened as he looked about. He seriously doubted that anything useful would be found in New Phlan. His heart felt heavy in his chest. Even Stolen seemed somber.
As the raft approached the bank, ten troopers stood ready to meet it. They were led by a tall knight wearing plate mail armor. The knight’s crest proclaimed him to be of the Wainwright clan, but Ren had met other members of the Wainwright family and found them much more refined than this gruff-looking fellow. Before even a polite hello could be offered, the leader began bellowing orders at Ren.
“By the order of the great and noble Lord Bartholomew and the council of New Phlan, your horse must be stabled with the other mounts of the city.”
The ranger didn’t like the tone of this fool. Ren’s patience had worn thin. He wasn’t in the mood for delays, not when an entire city was missing.
Shelly came to his aid. “Lord Wainwright, you know not who you bark at. This fine gent is none other than Ren o’ the Blade. He’s come to help us get our city back.” Ren winced at the confidence in Shelly’s voice, but the man spoke well.
Shelly continued. “Back your men off, Lord, before Ren o’ the Blade has to prove his name once more in the new city of Phlan.” Ren opened his mouth, then closed it, waiting to see what would happen.
He couldn’t tell if it was his reputation or the bold proclamations of the old trooper or maybe the stomping of his nervous war-horse that elicited the desired effect, but the ten troopers backed up. The tall knight didn’t move an inch.
The leader obviously wasn’t going to be pushed around, but he wasn’t getting any support from his troopers. Turning to the raft, Lord Wainwright saw the ranger’s big grin.
“Lord Bartholomew discovered that animals were making New Phlan a diseased place. He has ordered them all penned. Your horse will be well cared for. But if it’s a fight you want, you can be well cared for, too.”
Ren laughed inwardly at the tall knight’s bravado. He was probably a real coward who ran from anything more than a bar brawl. But it wouldn’t be very polite to cut a fellow like him in half. New Phlan would likely need every healthy defender it had.
“I have no desire for a fight,” Ren answered sincerely. “But I do have something more gentlemanly to ask of a member of clan Wainwright. I fought alongside your cousins on the old walls of Phlan and found them to be heroic and brave. May I suggest that if you wish to live as long as your cousins, you explain your orders to innocent people before you deliver them? I believe it will dispose them to obeying rather than challenging you.”
“My lord,” the now-smiling knight said, “from the look of your two-handed sword, your chain mail, and the daggers trying to hide in your boots, I judge you haven’t been innocent for quite some time.”
The tall knight’s men got a good laugh out of the joke. The ranger nodded in deference to Lord Wainwright’s clever observation. Waving acceptance, the warrior led his mount to the makeshift corral a hundred yards away.
Ren located an empty area and took a few moments to unload his gear. He fed and watered Stolen, patted the beast, and ordered the war-horse to be behave. Stolen was the biggest horse in the corral, and the ranger departed without concern for the animal.
Ren glanced
The tent city that sprawled before Ren was a huge, dismal thing. A large corral for horses stood to the north of the city. The wretched smell made it obvious that horse droppings were regularly tossed into the river. Greasy cooking fires sent plumes of smoke up over the village. Most of the tents along the river were little more than ceilings of canvas with open sides or blankets propped against ladders or wooden planks. Ren hoped there were some answers to be found, but his mood worsened as he looked about. He seriously doubted that anything useful would be found in New Phlan. His heart felt heavy in his chest. Even Stolen seemed somber.
As the raft approached the bank, ten troopers stood ready to meet it. They were led by a tall knight wearing plate mail armor. The knight’s crest proclaimed him to be of the Wainwright clan, but Ren had met other members of the Wainwright family and found them much more refined than this gruff-looking fellow. Before even a polite hello could be offered, the leader began bellowing orders at Ren.
“By the order of the great and noble Lord Bartholomew and the council of New Phlan, your horse must be stabled with the other mounts of the city.”
The ranger didn’t like the tone of this fool. Ren’s patience had worn thin. He wasn’t in the mood for delays, not when an entire city was missing.
Shelly came to his aid. “Lord Wainwright, you know not who you bark at. This fine gent is none other than Ren o’ the Blade. He’s come to help us get our city back.” Ren winced at the confidence in Shelly’s voice, but the man spoke well.
Shelly continued. “Back your men off, Lord, before Ren o’ the Blade has to prove his name once more in the new city of Phlan.” Ren opened his mouth, then closed it, waiting to see what would happen.
He couldn’t tell if it was his reputation or the bold proclamations of the old trooper or maybe the stomping of his nervous war-horse that elicited the desired effect, but the ten troopers backed up. The tall knight didn’t move an inch.
The leader obviously wasn’t going to be pushed around, but he wasn’t getting any support from his troopers. Turning to the raft, Lord Wainwright saw the ranger’s big grin.
“Lord Bartholomew discovered that animals were making New Phlan a diseased place. He has ordered them all penned. Your horse will be well cared for. But if it’s a fight you want, you can be well cared for, too.”
Ren laughed inwardly at the tall knight’s bravado. He was probably a real coward who ran from anything more than a bar brawl. But it wouldn’t be very polite to cut a fellow like him in half. New Phlan would likely need every healthy defender it had.
“I have no desire for a fight,” Ren answered sincerely. “But I do have something more gentlemanly to ask of a member of clan Wainwright. I fought alongside your cousins on the old walls of Phlan and found them to be heroic and brave. May I suggest that if you wish to live as long as your cousins, you explain your orders to innocent people before you deliver them? I believe it will dispose them to obeying rather than challenging you.”
“My lord,” the now-smiling knight said, “from the look of your two-handed sword, your chain mail, and the daggers trying to hide in your boots, I judge you haven’t been innocent for quite some time.”
The tall knight’s men got a good laugh out of the joke. The ranger nodded in deference to Lord Wainwright’s clever observation. Waving acceptance, the warrior led his mount to the makeshift corral a hundred yards away.
Ren located an empty area and took a few moments to unload his gear. He fed and watered Stolen, patted the beast, and ordered the war-horse to be behave. Stolen was the biggest horse in the corral, and the ranger departed without concern for the animal.
Ren glanced
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