Tom Liberman - The Staff of Sakatha

“Mine’s older too,” said Sorus and reached up to clap Jon on the shoulder.

Jon reached over and put his arm around the lad and the two walked towards town together as they pushed the laden wheelbarrow along. With a look back the tall lad pursed his lips and whistled, a moment later the trotter appeared from a small copse of woods and followed them into town.

“Here he comes,” said a small girl of about ten years and poked an older girl who had the same dark red hair and orcish jawbone common to half human half orc children. “Shia loves Sorus, Shia loves Sorus,” she chanted as the two jumped out from behind a tree. The older girl carried a bucket filled with water and began to walk down the narrow path as she pretended she did not see the boys with the wheelbarrow.

“Shut up, Rhia,” she whispered with a narrow eyed glance at her little sister.

“Who is the other one?” said Rhia and stopped to gaze at the man so much taller and broader than Sorus. “He’s tall and handsome!”

Shia stopped as well and pretended to notice the duo for the first time, “Oh, hello there, Sorus,” she said and lifted her head so that her nose was slightly elevated, “Off fetching water, brew boy?”

Sorus suddenly stopped and let go of the handle of the wheelbarrow which caused his half to fall to the ground.

“Watch it,” said Jon and then his eyes came to rest on Shia and Rhia. The taller of the girls was in the full blossom of womanhood with clear green eyes, long legs, well defined arms, and thrusting young breasts only half covered by an open necked collar. “Hello Dolly,” he said with a wink at the girl.

Sorus stood and stammered for a moment, “Ohh… I… hello Shia,” he finally blurted out his and face suddenly turned quite red.

Jon put down his handle of the barrow and walked over to the girls which left Sorus to stand and stammer alone. “What’s your name?” he said with a broad smile, looking down at the younger girl. Suddenly he took her around the waist, lifted her high, and tossed her upwards so that she actually spun completely around, and then caught her in his massive hands. “You two must be sisters, each one prettier than the next. What’s a boy to do?”

“I’m only ten,” said the younger girl who flushed bright red and laughed as she was held. “My name’s Rhia Quick and this is my sister Shia Speed.”

“Hello,” said Shia her eyes wide and she looked up at the impossibly tall and handsome boy. “Are you new to town?” She covered her mouth, “That’s a stupid question.”

“Fresh off the turnip wagon,” said Jon and put down Rhia and gave the older girl a chuck to the chin. “Sorus here was just showing me around but he didn’t mention how pretty the girls are in this place.” Jon turned to Sorus who still stood with his mouth open. “Sorus, shame on you!”

“I… I’m sorry?” stuttered the boy after a moment.

“You talk funny,” said Rhia with a laugh.

“Funny how,” said Jon and smiled broadly at the girl.

“I don’t know,” she said suddenly and turned her face down to look at the ground.

“Funny like, Blahad gaido daiafab papagafoop?”

Both girls laughed out loud and covered their mouths while Sorus stood there for a long moment until he felt he had to say something. “C’mon Jon, I have to get the water to the Smooth Stride or Thaddeus will have my head,” and he turned to grab the handle of the wheelbarrow and lift it up.

Jon winked at the older girl one more time, picked up the little one once again and twirled her in his arms, set her on his shoulders with a gentle thump, and then joined his friend at the wheelbarrow as he took a handle and started into town. His horse appeared at that moment and trotted along at an easy pace.

“Is that your horse?” said Rhia from his shoulders, crinkling her nose, and looking at the beast.

“It certainly is, and a fine one at that. He might not look like much but he’s Tarltonite bred and strong enough to carry a big tubbo like me a thousand miles.”

“You’re not fat,” said Shia, again giggling, and covering her mouth.

“Come on,” said Sorus as he stamped his foot, and his face red with anger instead of blush.

Jon clapped the young boy on the shoulder and smiled broadly, “Sorus is right as always,” he said and the young brewer found his anger evaporated by the good humor of the young giant. “We need to get that water back to the… Smooth Stride?”

“Right,” said Sorus. “Sir Thaddeus wants to start early to try a new recipe.”

A few minutes later the four arrived in front of a one story wooden structure painted yellow and green and decorated with golden barley spikes where a tall Hobgoblin with dark skin and a scowl on his face stood at the front door. “Sorus,” he said. “I told you to bring back seven kegs of water, not a great oaf and two pretty girls.”

The brewer boy smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “I found Jon at the creek and we met up with the girls on the way back.”

“Thaddeus Redhand,” said the Hobgoblin as he came forward to take the hand of Jon Gray. “Sorus, take that water in back and pour it into the number two and three vats.”

The boy immediately began to unload the wagon, one keg at a time, and hustle them into the building.

Jon stood about six inches taller than the Hobgoblin and grasped his hand firmly. “Jon Gray,” he said. “I’m here as an ambassador from Tanelorn.”

“Is it common for dignitaries to act as horses for the girls of town?” said Thaddeus with a wink to Rhia still on Jon’s shoulders. The girl giggled and nodded her head.

“It’s been known to happen,” said Jon as he bent down to a knee, lifted the girl off his shoulders, and planted her on the ground.

“Thank you for the ride,” she said with a little courtesy.

“A pleasure, milady,” said Jon and bowed deeply.

“If you’re here to make alliances you’ll want to see our mayor for the twelve month, Sir Thorius Brokenhand,” said Thaddeus.

“Sorus said something about a twelve month,” said Jon. “I’m not particularly familiar with your ways, what does that mean?”

“Each knight of Elekargul serves twelve months in the field and then twelve months in a town learning a trade,” said Thaddeus. “I’m learning the brewing business this twelve month, but you might be assigned as a carpenter, a mason, a tailor, an administrator, or any other job the first knight thinks might help you become a more rounded man.”

“Gotta be a bit dull,” said Jon as the two walked into the building where half a dozen wooden table were arranged in neat order, their chairs stacked on them perfectly. “After a combat tour how can you stand to brew beer and wait tables?”

“It’s more interesting than you might think,” said Thaddeus. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen,” said Jon.

“They grow them big in, where did you say you were from again?” said Thaddeus as the two sat down at one of the tables after they pulled down a pair of chairs.

“Tanelorn,” said Jon.

“I’ve heard of it, is it beyond Relm?” asked Thaddeus a puzzled expression on his face.

Jon nodded and smiled, “Yes, far beyond Relm, I would guess, although I’ve never heard of that place. Tanelorn is the gray city near the center of the continent east to west but near the frozen lands to the north.”

“Oh,” said Thaddeus his eyes wide. “That is a long way away. What could anyone from there want way down here in the Dorian Peninsula?”

Jon closed his lips and shook his head, “I’m sorry, Thaddeus, but that is something I am supposed to speak about only with the First Rider.”

“So you know about the First Rider then,” said the knight with a nod of his head.