Rudi's Story 04 - Where Rudi Finds the Spirit of Giving
Rudi had found an axe. It was a pretty axe, incredibly well made, but too big for him. That was it. After days of trudging around the wilderness, slaying foes, eating burnt boar and sleeping on the cold dirt.
It was all incredibly disappointing. But it could always be worse, he thought.
He cast a sideways glance at the wagon, piled high with both their wounded and half rotting bounties, and sighed. They were lucky I was there, otherwise they might’ve all been dead. He swallowed uncomfortably, and pushed away the idea that it could’ve been him in the cart. Not Rudi Tumblefar, there was no way he would be hugging that maggoty boar’s head.
He hefted the axe in both hands as the pony plodded along, admiring the craftsmanship again. It really was a nice axe. A hatchet to long shanks, but for him he needed both hands.Why couldn’t more people be smaller? A halfling living in a human world, it was unfair. Where was the justice? If only they’d found a dead halfling instead-
Again with the dead. He spit awkwardly onto the ground, wiping saliva from his chin quickly and glancing around to see if anyone saw. They were still a few days out from Oleg’s, but they were due some time to rest, relax, and recuperate. Both the surly sorcerer and the circus sideshow needed it badly. But, if he was being honest, Tuskgutter really worked them over even before the bandits had ambushed them. They all had cuts and bruises, even Rudi. Besides, adventuring was thirstier work than he realized, and hungrier, so he felt he’d earned a real meal.
His eyes drifted back to the cart as it bounced over the rocky path. Someone was moaning from inside. There wasn’t anything he could do obviously, but as much as he tried to ignore it, they were the closest things he had to friends. Really, they were the only people he knew in this backwater, but that was besides the point.
He looked back at the axe in his hands. Maybe I’ll give it to one of them, Rudi thought. Maybe Hydrastis, she was really banged up, and gifts always made people feel better. He could picture it now, leaning over them as they convalesced, asking how they felt, then surprising them by offering his new, most prized weapon, their eyes tearing up with appreciation at his selflessness, his generosity, and them thanking him, telling him “What would we do without you Rudi? You’re the best. All your meals are on me.”
Because really, it was a very nice axe, and it just wasn’t practical for him to use it anyways.