Subj:Entry

Date:96-07-11 15:24:46 EDT

From:Danen1

To:   Sir CORW1N

CC:   CORW1N

Subj:  Reflections of a Squire

Date:  96-07-06 20:37:51 EDT

From:  Danen1         

    Danen lay on his bed in the Squires quarters and reflected on the day's events.  He had just completed a quest laid upon him by the Knight he served, JWoodsman.  Danen was happy with the accomplishment of his mission, but that joy was dimmed by the news he received upon his return.  It would seem that Lord Shumard had stepped down from his position as Chancellor.  'Ah well' thought Danen to himself, 'the changing of the Chancellor was bound to happen sooner or later in my life.  But it still doesn't make it any easier.  I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.'  Danen wiped a tear away and rolled over on his side.  'Lady Nalika will be good for the Knights though, and we shall continue to be a force for good in the Realms.' 

     With that upbeat thought in his mind, Danen thought once again on the mission he had just completed.  JWoodsman had tasked him with taking a young charge under his wing and showing him or her some of the areas outside of Neverwinter.  The only stipulations that were placed on him were that he had to choose someone who was not at all experienced and also someone who was not inherently good in nature.  This last point confused Danen, but he did not question the wisdom of his patron.  Later, Danen himself came to realize why this was.

     Danen set out early that next morning, full of fire and vinegar.  He was sure that finding a person who met the prerequisites would be fairly easy.  After all, the Realms were full of bright new adventurers, not all of whom agreed with the tenets of goodliness.  Danen roamed the streets of Neverwinter throughout that morning, having little or no luck in the process.  It seemed that most persons of a less than wholesome outlook on life already had those who were more than willing to help promote them and give them experience in the world.  Undaunted though, Danen continued to search.  Danen haunted the inns that afternoon, searching and speaking to others, looking for the right cadidate.  But, it was all for naught.  There was more to this quest than he had originally thought!

     Danen decided then to take his supper at Strider's and then continue out in the areas surrounding Neverwinter.  On his way to the inn, Danen ran into Sir STR.  "Well, Bro, how are you today?" STR greeted Danen.  "I am well, M'Lord" replied Danen, "but I am having a bit of trouble with my quest."  Sir STR smiled and said, "Aye, I remember my days as a squire well.  But fear not, lad, for you shall overcome any obstacles, I am sure."  Danen smiled at the encouragement and bowed, "Well, if I am to finish it, I must be on my way M'Lord.  Farewell for now."  Sir STR returned the bow and stood up, holding a keg, like that used for ale.  Danen decided not to ask what it was, though he supposed Lady Fel would know.  Sir STR gave a sly wink and walked away, whistling a lively tune.  Danen then continued on to his supper at Stider's.

     After his evening repast was complete, Danen headed off in the direction of the Wharves.  Surely there would be someone there who required assistance!  At least, Danen fervently hoped that this would be the case.  As soon as he passed through the gate, Danen noticed a battle up ahead of him.  A male human and a female elf were engaged in combat with a group of kobolds.  Danen rushed up to them, shouting "Do ye require assistance?"  The elf maiden replied "No, thanks.  This trash is not difficult to handle."  With that she swung her sword violently, though somewhat ineptly to Danen's trained eye, and dispatched the last standing kobold.  The two then started rummaging through the pouches and packs of the vile creatures.  Danen stood back and watched.  Then he said "Are you not going to remove the corpses from the streets?" 

     "What for?" answered the elf, "let them serve as a warning to others."  With that she cleaned her sword and returned it to it's scabbard.  Danen looked to the human, who returned his gaze, shrugged, and continued to count the paltry sum he had collected from the bodies.