Part 11:
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After the
feast I went into a little house marked “Jeremy” and found Nora sitting on the
bed packing a bag full of clothes that I had never seen before, but I figured
the Knotr may have just made some clothes for me. As I entered she noticed me.
“Hey
Jeremy, I was just packing up a few things for when we begin our journey to
Fulmar’s lair,” she said to me.
“Oh, when
should we embark?”
“I was
thinking right after Garnids comes back from the feast. He looks up to you as
our savior.”
“I figured
that. There was a plate for me marked ‘To our savior Jeremy.’”
“Yeah, I don’t want us to mess this mission
up because I think of him as a brother and do not want to disappoint him.”
Nora’s tone suddenly got a lot more serious.
“I believe
that we can do this, I just have one question. There was this guy named Jaramy,
and I ate his food because I thought that they just didn’t know how to spell my
name. Then he saw me eating his food and exploded. Do you know why that
happened?”
“You are
the one with the book aren’t you?”
The book!
There it
was in plain words:
The Knotr are very strange creatures. They are
kind of like walking kamikaze’s because whenever they get really emotional they
tend to explode, but don’t worry they always form back to their original selves,
basically the are just compressed forms of energy. It just takes a while for
their energy to find and put all of the pieces back together.
“Ok that
is interesting, it says when they get really emotional they will explode, but
don’t worry they will form back eventually.”
“Yeah Jaramy
explodes way more than all of the other Knotrs, sometimes I feel sorry for him;
I guess after he forms back together he gets more emotional, and it is a
vicious cycle until someone can calm him down.” Nora said.
As Nora
said this Garnids came into the room and just sat down at a table. He was
staring at us and I think he was waiting for one of us to speak up and realize
that he was there. We both knew he was in the room, and then it got silent. It
was one of those silences that you dread; the really awkward ones when you
don’t know if you are going to talk first or someone else is, and then when you
start to speak another person speaks with you. Which makes it that much more
awkward and uncomfortable.
“Okay,
Garnids what is there to report,” I said finally.
“Ok, we’ve
seemed to have located some Unkind scouts wandering around down there on the
ground. We have sent out some of our scouts to see what they are equipped with.
They seem to have some kind of flaming sword. If your journey is interrupted by
these creatures you will need to be properly equipped.” He said.
“Ok what
will you have us bring?” I said.
“Follow
me,” Garnids said.
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