Dungeon of Knowledge

Chapter 279: An Altercation at the Guild

AliandraAli flew out of the office and into a scene of utter chaos. Battle lines had been drawn. On one side of the guild hall, adventurers held a defensive skirmish line with weapons drawn. On the other side, Zor’kan and Gara attempted to hold Val’korr back with little success. The aged seeker shouted curses in Trollish while brandishing his walking stick at anyone who moved, and every few seconds, someone turned into a frog.

Several tables had been upended and Havok stood front and center, his shield glowing with holy magic and his skin somehow turned into a fluorescent pink that seemed to glow from within.

“Seeker, what is going on?” Ali said, yelling in trollish to be heard above the racket.

“Why is there an evolved Troll in my guild hall?” Vivian demanded.

“He’s my guest,” Ali tried to explain, wincing at the chaos she appeared to be responsible for bringing down upon the guild.

“He’s attacking my adventurers,” Vivian said, her hand resting on her blade, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“Let me talk to him,” Ali pleaded.

“Aliandra, please do something!” Gara begged.

“Val’korr,” she shouted, finally getting his attention, and some measure of silence in the room. “Why are you attacking our host?”

“This one pulled out a weapon and threatened our little one,” he said, pointing at a shaven-head youth wielding a burning staff.

Ali sighed. Of course, someone had attacked or threatened someone and then someone had gotten their feelings hurt.

“Cai, did you attack the Troll children?”

At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. “Yes,” he said, hanging his head. “But it wasn’t my fault. She leapt out from behind the couch and shouted at me, and I reacted to defend myself. I didn’t mean to hit her, it all happened so fast. Then the old one over there started yelling and turning everyone into frogs.”

Ali

“Delegate, young human,” Val’korr snorted in Common.

“Eh… un, what did you say… honored Elder?” Aiden stumbled.

“Learn to delegate. Either that, or learn to turn people into frogs. It’s more fun.”

Ali grinned to herself. And that would be the equivalent of a Troll apology. Life in Myrin’s Keep promised to be lively in the future.

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