Looking at the pile of gold, platinum and
silver spread across the floor of the room he shares with the Half-Elf;
Nitendae, Marlon scratches his head.
He’s already paid back his debts to Bastien
and Nitendae but he’s still got more coin than he ever imagined he would ever
have.
Counting up a suitable amount and leaving
the remainder under his bed, Marlon heads out towards the Moorcocks combat
academy.
Once there, the diminutive Pechi, looks up
from sorting through the weapon lockers and grins.
“Boy! You’re still alive?”
The two men embrace. Despite their obvious
physical differences, Pechi has very paternal feelings for the giant orphan
boy.
“What are you doing here? Need somewhere to
stay?”
In response, Marlon shrugs off his old
backpack and proffers it to his mentor.
Looking curious, Pechi takes the heavy bag
and peers inside.
“It’s the gold I owe you... And a bit extra
as... er, a thank you.”
Pechi smiles up at his young student.
“That wasn’t necessary son.”
Marlon smiles in return.
“Yes it was.”
Putting his arm around Marlon’s thick
waist, Pechi maneuvers him toward the door.
“Well, at least you can join my family for
dinner. My wife’s making a hog-roast tonight and it's the best you'll ever taste!.”
Marlon gives/repays Pechi 400gp and clears his debts.
