Bharash Taladar Part I
Bharash stared enviously out the window on the tall mansion. The humans outside were playing some kind of game with a can, it looked fun.
“Master Bharash! You will pay attention! Your line is a proud and honored line of lore keepers! Not one of staring out windows!” The man yelling at him was an old blue dragon born, turned a very light blue with age, looking scornfully down at the young dragonling.
“Yes, Mr. Kasar.” Bharash said dully. Kasar turned around and continued writing on the blackboard, which was filled with names and titles of his ancestors.
“Now we move on to the dark era, 4000 years ago. The Arkosian empire crushed, but your ancestors still prevailed in leading a large town of dragonborn still loyal to the dragon priests. You will memorize these names, and I will test you on them first thing in the morning.” He glared at the child. “AND you will memorize the names you failed to remember last week. I leave you to your studies.” The man walked purposely to the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind him.
Bharash waited til he couldn’t hear his footsteps, and then went to the window.
Hmm, they had installed new locks on it since his last escape. He smiled. He reach over to a corner of the room, and pulled up two of the loose floorboards. He jumped down it, landing in the servants quarters. He quietly snuck out of the house, and headed up the street.
He stopped in front of a noisy tavern, it had a sign that said ‘the snickering snake’. He went inside. He wove between the drunken patrons and bar wenches, and walked up to the bar.
“Oh, you again little one?” The bartender said with a smile. “Same as usual?”
“Yep! Thanks John!” Bharash said with a smile, putting a silver on the table. John came back with a stein filled with grape juice.
“Oy! Ole! Your dragon prince is back!” John yelled, and many of the patrons laughed.
“Thank you for the announcement, fine servant! Keep up the good work and you’ll make squire yet!” Bharash said, and the patrons roared.
" over ‘ere, laddy!" A deep voice called out from across the bar, Bharash ran over to him. The man was an old dwarf with a long white beard, and eyes to match.
“Wha can the ol’ blind bard do for ye today Bar?" Ole said, a toothless grin on his face. “I’ve traveled ‘cross the sky fer story’s and tales and adventures!”
Bharash smiled, "I wish to heard the one about Sawyer the sailor again!
“Ye know lil one, I be havin hundreds o stories I know, ye sure ye don’t want aye new one? No? Fine then! This be thee tale of Sawyer the Sailor, bravest of the Iron Mercenaries!”