Frandor's Keep Preview - Kenzer & Company
Frandor's Keep Preview - Kenzer & Company
Frandor's Keep Preview - Kenzer & Company
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Larzon Bayz tightened his grip on the bag slung over his<br />
shoulder as he stared at the small group of boys blocking<br />
his way to the foot of the bridge. He tucked his coin purse<br />
under his belt and gritted his teeth before running the gauntlet of<br />
dirty hands — all tugging at his tunic and vying for attention,<br />
pointing him out to others as a ‘puzhan,’ or ‘stranger.’<br />
“You looking for guide, Puzhan? You look for woman?”<br />
“Hey, Puzhan — I carry your things? Very cheap!”<br />
“Here, stranger — here. I am the very best guide and<br />
interpreter.”<br />
“You looking for room, Puzhan? Hot meal...?<br />
He pushed his way past the buzzing gnats, roughly shoving one<br />
small lad and sending him flying onto his backside in the mud. One<br />
of the guards posted at the bridge’s entrance belly-laughed at the<br />
sight.<br />
“Careful, stranger — some of them shove back.”<br />
He turned his head toward the brink of the falls where it passed<br />
under the bridge — its waters plummeting over 200 feet to the<br />
rocks below. His meaning understood, Larzon gave him a<br />
thankful nod of the head and moved past him.<br />
The bounty hunter had been to Frandor’s <strong>Keep</strong> many times<br />
before, but he’d never become accustomed to the knee-knocking<br />
200-pace trek across the bridge leading to the First Gate. No, he’d<br />
never gotten used to any of it - the rush of water under stone<br />
arches, the roar of the falls, the boards slick with mist and the view<br />
of nothingness where the earth seemingly fell away.<br />
Although the locals boast that they rarely think twice of crossing<br />
the bridge, for newcomers it takes a bit of faith to make that trek.<br />
Even the godless need faith — in Baparan engineering — that the<br />
entire thing wouldn’t simply be swept over the edge.<br />
It didn’t help matters that Larzon had a mild fear of heights.<br />
At long last, he reached First Gate and the Outer Bailey. The<br />
two guards stationed there were more interested in making small<br />
talk with an attractive maiden toting a basket of wax berries than<br />
doing their jobs, and he quickly moved past them toward the next<br />
gate.<br />
He was beginning to think he would, just for once, make it inside<br />
the <strong>Keep</strong> without being molested. Then, one of the guards he had<br />
passed yelled out.<br />
“You there — Stop!”<br />
Larzon feigned he hadn’t heard the command and continued.<br />
“I said halt!!”<br />
He stopped and looked over his shoulder.<br />
“You addressing me...?”<br />
“What’s in the sack?”<br />
Larzon slung the bag from his shoulder and turned around.<br />
Facing the guard he held the bloody sack up with one hand and<br />
shook it.<br />
“Heads — I’m here to collect the bounties on ‘em.”<br />
The guard’s face brightened. “Orcs....?”<br />
Larzon shook his head. “Naaah, a pair of goblins — caught ‘em<br />
pokin’ about the Shelf two yesterdays ago.”<br />
The guard waved him off with his hand. “Meh — goblins.<br />
There’s no fight in that.”<br />
The bounty hunter shrugged and continued on his way.<br />
The guard was right. There was no challenge in taking goblin<br />
heads — and no money. Three weeks at the <strong>Keep</strong> and all he had<br />
to show for it was making enough coin to cover drinks and whores.<br />
He needed to make some real money.<br />
Orcs, gnoles... Now, there was a challenge. Creatures that<br />
fetched a better price and often carried a bit of treasure on them as<br />
a bonus. Unfortunately, going after them also required partners<br />
— somebody trustworthy enough to watch your back in a fight,<br />
rather than putting a knife in it.<br />
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