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Kodor wandered the town for a little while, Bonepicker in tow.
The various warriors he met were either too wounded for adventure, or unwilling to follow a nobody such as himself. This riled him a bit. Back in Amethalina he had become known as something of a skilled warrior.
Home was a long way away now, though, so he was forced to make do with what he could.
He certainly hoped Olon was having an easier time of it in the mercantile trade.
Finally he gave an exasperated sigh. "I give up, Bonepicker. I guess we go alone."
"As you say, sir."
The Eighteenth of Granite, 1063
The afternoon sun was warm in a cloudless sky, and a cool breeze blowed, whipping sand around Kodor's feet as he looked around the area.
A full moon was slowly rising in the east. There wasn't much time before dark.
"We don't have much light, sir." noted Bonepicker.
"Quite so." replied Kodor. "We'd best make short work of this."
"Well we are dwarves, sir!" joked Bonepicker.
Kodor chuckled. It wasn't racism when a dwarf said it.
Suddenly he came upon the entrance to the cave, a hole sinking quickly into the ground.
"I hope its not too dank in there." he mumbled, as they began their descent into the cavern.