The city looked like a giant miller kingdom. The natural lakes were already frozen as winter drew near, but as far as Sabin could tell this was probably the natural way of the city’s appearance save for a few days of sun. After all, she was not familiar with the northern kingdoms as personally as she did the kingdoms of the south or the underground tunnels of her homeland.
This town was supposed to be a quick step for Stormegard, where Galmied was kept, but Y’gol insisted that she spent some days in the inn for comfort before setting out again. The giant ogre seemed to be more sensitive about children than what she gave him credit for, and despite the fact the clock was ticking, she was happy to receive a moment of respite. Alas things did not go smoothly for her. Although they did not held pitchforks and torches, her sight did cause some of them to act strangely and avoid her, with some of them out right refusing to let her buy items or stay at their inn. She forgot, that like Y’gol her kind were not welcomed around more civilized areas that the north self claimed themselves to be. Pregnant or not, she was still a dark elf, and her kind had unflattering reputation.
When she was shown the door on the fourth inn, something in her outright snapped, “Lady have mercy!”, she said to the big woman in charge, “I am willing to pay in advance, and I shan’t stay longer than four days. I am tired and sore and could really use a bath!”.
“For all that I know, you could be faking your perfency!”, the large woman shot back, “What are you planning to steal from us? Who do you need to kill?”
“Oh for freaking bloody sake!”, a voice called behind her, “How can she possibly fake that big belly, I mean look at her”.
The voice and the man caught Sabin by a surprise, as she recognized him immediately, but the dense man that he was, he still hadn’t caught up on her.
“Here”, he said, throwing his knight badge which was forced on him by the higher ups, “I vouch for everything she needs and should anything be amiss I’ll pay in front. Now for goodness sake, it’s cold weather and she could use some fur and a room, please handle her?”
The woman picked up the badge and sighed, throwing it back at the elf who smirked.
“Wait here then, I’ll get your room key”, she told Sabin as she disappeared behind the counter.
“Thank you, Yaorlan”, Sabin giggled.
“No problem, lady I-”, as if only now realizing that she knew him, the elf quickly moved forward to see who the dark elf in question was and smiled like crazy, “Well I’ll be damn, is that you Sabin?”
The two hugged, “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be promoted by now into some tropic island”
“I thought so too, but those high elves are so greedy, unless you are born one of them you are in constant watch and service, what about you?”
The innkeeper then returned with Sabin’s room key, “The prices for the rest of your required goods are listed here, if you need me I’ll be in the back room”, she said, disappearing once again behind the counter.
“No field trip sadly”, Sabin said.
“I can see that… Not with that belly of yours… is that the blue oaf’s doing?”
“I have to say I did miss the big bastard. I could sure use someone like him around. The guy was impressively strong. So where is he? Why he ain’t helping you with buying things?”.
Sabin, as though emotions kicked in, started to sob and cry like crazy. Yaorlan quickly looked around himself, and as he feared everyone gave him the look of ‘what have you done to make this woman cry’.
“Whoa!”, he said, hugging the woman and petting her head, “There, there, all good. Me and few comrades are around a table not far from here, join us for dinner?”
Sabbin still sobbed but nodded as he led her to the table not far from the counter, “We need to catch up don’t we?”, she said slowly.
“Yeah… I mean if I make a woman cry I want to at least know why”, he said and the two of them laughed.