The Twisted Adventures of Sir Weimar

Ch.14: Enter Morghaldt

"Morghaldt, we are grateful for your assistance. I apologize for our tardiness and dragging you into this, but due to our eagerness to make up for the lost ground and time, we misconstrued the nocturnal dangers of the valley that Fjarland is situated in.  We do appreciate your hospitality."

Weimar and Syras walked through the sleepy town that had torches lit outside of the straw and clay homes while the fire mage assisted the wounded knight toward his hovel.  Once they stopped at one vanilla-colored home with a dark gray or brown roof, hard to tell in the early dawn light, the boys knew they were finally going to sleep indoors or on beds again. Morghaldt reached out and pushed the wooden door, which opened without so much as a creak, before leading his company in and addressing Sir Globar's appreciative remark. 

"Bah! Don't mention it. You are always welcome in my humble abode. Granted, you stick to a  schedule and not keep me waiting. I am not sitting down idle despite my age. As a veteran of the Goblin Wars and the Wyatt Worlok Cabal Subversion, novice mages as well as the Guild of Magicians tend to call upon my services or send me letters asking for the best way to hone magic or optimize their craft when they aren't busy trying to keep all enchantment societies in line or the academy needing an update and refinement of their curriculum. Magic is a double-edged sword, you know. It can be beneficial in the right hands, but on the opposite side, it could be disastrous as can be seen when the dark warlock led his dark magic cult -"

Sir Globar cut off the rambling mage. "I understand your concern. I promise to plan our visits better from here on out. How are Donchaddine" - the hurt warrior stopped to cough - "and the little ones doing? I hope we have not intruded on their slumber."

"Oh, not at all. They are used to me waking frequently. A lot of calls from not only the townspeople, but also from the Society of Magi and occasionally from His Majesty King Lothar himself, tend to come at not only when the sun is at its zenith, but also when the moon is as well. The wee hours of the night have not been spared from summons either." The boastful mage took off his hood, revealing himself full of graying hair with a matching goatee. "Doncha! Our guests have arrived. They have had a run in with a darkling hunting party and require medical attention. I'll take care of the kettle and the oven. Novorik tea and West Angolian crumpets will be served regardless."

A young woman with bright-red hair in a bun and dazzling blue eyes who looked to be in her mid-20s to barely a day older 30 came into the hallway before the doorway. The boys felt a warm sensation grow inside them once her eyes scanned them. It felt to Weimar like she had poured a mug of Olampian Nektar down their throats with only her gaze. It looked like their mentor felt the same as he let go of his fire mage ally and knelt before her, Talon pinned to the floor between them. 

"Lady Donchaddine, it's a pleasure to see you again. The last time we crossed paths, you were a novice in the Magi Primary. I see you have now grown adept at your craft. My squire and groom need to be checked out before you examine me, I implore you."

Morghaldt guffawed before smacking the chivalrous warrior on the back. "Oi Matie! You look like you have just fought a Voytek bear. You will be worked on prior to your charges. The laddies seem to have minor scratches and bruises, nothing more. Off with you to the sofa. "

"Nay,   I cannot stand by and let-"

"Off with you to the sofa!" Morghaldt grabbed one arm while his healer daughter took the renowned knight's  other arm as they heaved him up to support his weight. "The boys can stay with Matlock and Kristyyn till their turn arrives."

"Matlock! Kristynn!" Donchaddine called out as they set the Aislundian knight on the sofa inside the main room. Weimar noted the ornate furniture, obvious from the polished wood,  that came from the Bothnia forest tundra and the exotic colorful carpet from the Amirate of Khashidi that lay below it all. "Rise from your beds and make haste. We have a party of three for breakfast with one that sustained grievous lacerations."