It was a good day for fishing, all things considered. Sure, another report came out today to be watching for weird creatures round the banks, but today was an “off” day for Hedrig. He sat on his canoe in the middle of the river as his fishing line rested against the bow. Thoughts raced through his head as he sat in his canoe. “Why did the armor they gave me had to be so… Aelfy?” He tugged at the dress like component of his armor. When the proper Lumineth wore this style, they glowed with power and determination. When Hedrig put it on, he looked like a barmaid. It was a shame, but what can you do. Well, besides warding the rivers. Always have to do that.
Hedrig’s thoughts were interrupted by a bump into his canoe. He stretched his arms, sat up, and was met with a honest-to-Alarielle ratman. The ratman was tall, for a rat, and wore a cloak. There was a box of green stone in the back of his canoe, which looked shoddily built. Hedrig thought then about his own skill at boatcrafting. Maybe it was time to make a new canoe. Maybe one big enough for Avreal…
The ratman stared at Hedrig, who was in turn, staring off into space. He was surprised that he hadn’t been stabbed yet, or the riverwarden wasn’t screaming, or something. Suddenly, the riverwarden spoke.
“Hey, what are you doing with the green stone?”
The skaven looked at Hedrig, and at the warpstone he had been dumping into the river. Looked to Hedrig, back to the warpsone. Looked at Hedrig…
The skaven jumped gracefully into the air, and lept ontop of Hedrig, blade drawn! Hedrig reacted immediately, and tried to sock him in the jaw! Hedrig’s plan failed, as his fist whizzed past the ratmans agile snout. The skaven, in his attempt to dodge the flying fist, rocked the boat and the canoe turned over! The riverwarden, familiar with the waters, pulled out his small pistol before he was turned over into the water. Lifting it above his head, keeping it safe from the waves, he shot at the ratman, and watched as… Ow. That oughta hurt. Yeesh. Hedrig shuddered, as the ratmans dead body continued to float down the river. Hedrig thought. He needed to write a report back to headquarters. He needed too… THE FISH! He swam over. All the fish were scattered about, ruined in the scuffle! “No, no no…” Hedrig muttered as he swam about examining their status. He sighed, and resigned himself back to his watchtower. As he sat down at his desk, after removing his ruined garments, he began to write a letter to headquarters.
He thought about what to write. Who to write to. He thought for a while, and decided to keep it concise.
“Headquarters,
Watchtower 9.
Rats on the river.
Fish ruined.
Calling the patrolgroup.”
He sealed it with wax, and looked to his other paper. He wrote hastily, and ran to the top floor of the watchtower to ready his more battle ready armor.
The paper rested on his desk, as boots thudded up the stairs.
“Arveal
Killed a rat
Is that okay?
Fishing soon?
-Hedrig”
