Sawyer, a craftsman
As is my custom, I was wanderin in tha forest ta
gather wood fer me crafting. While I be a might fair carpenter, with enough
tinkering ‘n tailorin ta make a decent bed or such, I am not one to undertake
fights with man nor beast. So ya kin imagin me fear when I was beset upon not by
tha usual woodland creatures, but by a band o’ ettins. Big ugly creatures were
they! Tall as tha trees themselves!
Well, being more concerned with me life than me fortune, I did drop my bag o’
tha thins I had made right there and headed west as fast as tha legs would take
me! It were fortunate tha woods be not so very big and thar were a clearing near
by, nestled up agin tha mountain. And here in this place there were several
buildins, all of them quite new and of a style that were nae found in our lands
when I had last gone to one o’ our cities.
Out’ve breath and havin’ lost me bag o’ stuff, I ran into tha small town
and sought help. There were few there, but one did seek me out and ask if he
might offer help. I did try ta warn him that thar be a bunch o’ uglies in tha
woods, but he did insist tha he alone could fight ‘em off. Well, I thought he
be a bit foolhardy, but ifn he wished ta die, I be nae one to stand in his way.
So off east we did start into tha woods. Sure as I told ‘im, we had not gone
thrice tha length o’ yer body afore one o’ them uglies did approach. I did
tha only thing a good craftsman could and hid behind tha nearest tree, I did!
But tha bold one, though I thought him a fool, did stand his ground, runin’
around tha ugly and using his bow with skill and force. Soon that ettin were a
goner. And wud ya believe tha man did then offer to give me tha booty? Me who
hae done nothing to slay the thing, had only led ‘im into tha danger, and had
hid at tha first chance! Well then I did know fer sure that this stranger not be
sound in ‘is head.
But I ramble, as is me want. We did continue through tha woods, only ta find
e’en more beasties. And tha stranger did agin dispatch ‘em with speed. And
he did then yell out ta me, “I found your bag!” And find it he had. It were
in a clearing, surrounded by a pack o’ tha big uglies. But praise tha virtues
there were a tree that were bigger than me girth and behind it I did seek
safety. And while tha stranger fought on, he did urge me to get me bag o’
stuff while he did take the creatures away from me. Well that I did and he again
After tha battle I did ask ‘is name and seek to know more o’ this rare
example o’ courage and helpful spirit. “ Marcus is my name,” said he. “I
own a tavern, nearby called the Whispering Pines.” Well when I offered him one
of me handcrafted works as a token o’ me appreciation, he did choose tha
armoire which he said would be “beautiful addition” to tha tavern.
Marcus did show me his tavern and tell me that it be in a place called Edinburgh
in tha lands known as Trammel. I did partake o’ his offer o’ food and a
place to rest for tha night. And far better a place were it than tha forest
floor where I lay me head each night!
I know not if’n I shall ‘ere set foot in that place again, but I tell all
who would be near tha place, tha if’n they need help, then hope to tha Virtues