Fantasy & Sci-Fi
The Last Warrior Chapter 3
By Jaken Steele
The innkeeper who helped them was a pleasant enough fellow,
but Tyran couldn't help but sense that something was wrong. He seemed jittery,
as if he was being watched and knew so. Tyran was going to say something to
Janick, but thought better of it. "Better not to bother him with trivial
problems," Tyran thought. "He has enough to worry about." The three began to
bed down for the night.
Downstairs a figure clad in all black walked up to the
innkeeper and spoke, "The three that came in
"I don't know what you're talking about." the innkeeper
"Look old man. I don't have time for childish games." As the
figure said this he slipped a dagger from his sleeve into the palm of his hand.
"I'll split you open like a pig." The innkeeper looked from the dagger to the
"Room fourteen, second door on your left, second floor." The
figure twitched his wrist and the dagger was gone just as quick as it had come
out. The figure started up the stairs toward the room.
The three travelers had just laid down when there was a
knock on the door. "What is it?" Mylos said in an exasperated tone of voice.
"We're trying to sleep."
A voice called, "I have to speak to Janick Hearthstone."
Mylos rose and opened the door and the figure entered. He wore all black chain
armor. A sword was sheathed in an all black scabbard on his right hand side. He
wore a black cloak with the hood pulled tightly over his face.
"What is it we can do for you, my friend?" Janick asked.
"I wish to join on your quest to find the Zahn Horde." The
figure spoke in a hushed voice. Janick and Mylos nodded to each other. Another
member could be most helpful.
It was Tyran who spoke. "I can not trust a man who hides his
Mylos said, "I hate to say it, but the elf is right. Show us
who you are."
"Very well," the figure said. The figure pulled down the
hood of his cloak to expose himself.
"By the gods!" Janick said and then went ghastly white.
"You know him?" Tyran asked.
"Yes," Janick replied. "He's Santo