Rudi's Story 02 - Where Rudi is Taken For All He's Worth

Rudi wasn’t totally sure what had happened. One minute, he’d been enjoying the company of the well-traveled bard Pankas Lightfingers. The next he was face down in the mud outside The Headless Draftsman, having fallen from halfway down the side of the tavern. Where Pankas went, Rudi had no idea. But he knew all of his gold was with him.
What a difference a day makes. Last night he’d been laughing it up with the bard at some goofy orc that kept calling out requests, or worst, trying to tell his own jokes. The pair of them tore into him until he ran out.
What’s your name? Really? You look more like an “Ugg.”
Getting bashed in the head would be funnier than you, greenie! And the rock’d probably have more brains too!
You sure you’re a half-orc and your mama didn’t just fuck a green pig?
It was strange being the bully instead of the bullied for a change. A part of him liked it. The other part . . . well it was still better than being the target.
What did he say his name was again? Ed? Tad?
It didn’t matter. In the end the joke was on Rudi. He’d never see that half orc or Pankas again. Or his gold. He kicked a stone down the trail, shuffling along with his hangover.
The shaft of his trident carving a groove into the ground behind him. The warrant he’d bought from the bard was crumpled in his pack still, almost forgotten in what had turned into a whirlwind of taverns and brothels.
He clutched the trident in determination. Time to do what I set out to do. Fight monsters, save damsels, recover hordes of treasure. Fame and fortune. What else could he try to do?

Rudi's Story 02 - Where Rudi is Taken For All He's Worth

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