Valia was several days journey away. Graff was under no illusion that he would be there ahead of those raiders. Thorn had fallen asleep, safely embedded on Graff's skin. It had been a long day and Graff began to look for a place to spend the night. To his pleased surprise, he found a hunting lodge.
Walking up to the door, he knocked and opened the door. It was set up like an inn almost. Main room with cooking fire at the back and chairs on the side. Only one person was there. "Hey, thought I would stay the night."
The stranger had glanced up from his weapon cleaning when Graff entered. Now he returned to it, "Fine by me. I have the upper room on the far side. Other three still free."
Looking around, Graff saw that there was two doors on the ground floor and ladders leading to a loft upstairs that also had two doors. So it was an apartment arrangement then. "I'll take the other upstairs room then." Walking in and closing the heavy wooden door, he made his way across the rough wooden floor to climb up and investigate his room.
It was bare except for a bed. He resigned himself and put his pack down. He left and returned to the ground floor. "I'm going to go hunt some supper. Be back later." The other guy only grunted. Mentally sighing, he turned to leave.
"I'll join you. A young whippersnapper like you might enjoy a few lessons. I have some tricks up my sleeve that might do you good." The fellow stood and walked over to offer a hand, "Name is Tom."
Graff grinned and accepted, "And I'm Graff. Graff of Elias Estorage, son of the mountains."
Tom looked surprised a moment, then laughed. "Well that's awesome. You are the first I've met of Elias Estorage. My old man once went to your village for spiritual healing. I am very honored to be in your company. Maybe you will be teaching me a few tricks instead."
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