Belboz Explains

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 70891

“How do you feel?” queried the old sorcerer, his deep set eyes flashing with unfettered curiosity.

Fred wasn’t sure how to answer. “Chipper,” he finally blathered. “I feel chipper. A little embarrassed. Confused. But chipper as a chipmunk!”

Belboz scribbled something into a notebook he had produced from within the many creases of his black robes and nodded approvingly. “Alrighty. Well then. Carry on. Remember, though - do bring me back a few jewels or something from the Dragon’s hoard. I have bills to pay, you know.”

Fred became suspicious of the necromancer’s ‘goodwill’.“You son of a bitch!” he bawled, waving an accusatory at the man as he advanced on him. “You knew about the monkey the whole time! You God damn sorcerers are all alike. I should have known better than to place my trust in you....”

Belboz slunk away as the knight encroached upon what he liked to refer to as his ‘personal bubble’. “Now, calm down,” he said, tittering nervously. “No reason to do anything hasty. Believe it or not, I’ve actually made you into something far more formidable than the frail specimen who came sauntering into my chamber like so many others before him.”

Fred glared at the man.

“Oh yes,” the necromancer went on, “believe me, you’re nothing special. You looked just like all the others. I’ve seen an inexorable string of thousands enter these caves, never to return. They’re all alike, a cocky strut in their step as they march headlong into oblivion like a bunch of mindless lemmings. It’s pitiful, really.”

Fred became indignant at the suggestion he was anything like the amateurs and hacks that had come before him. “I think you must have me mistaken,” he declared, puffing his chest out a little. “I am Lord Fred. I’m sure you’ve heard of my exploits. I’m a living legend, bub. Slayer of the cyclops of Cydathria, destroyer of the goblin horde of Sri Lanka, he who maimed the undead mimes of Macedonia. I am the most revered Knight in the King’s Court - invested with the Garter of Tamerlian, protected by the Jockstrap of Jericho and the Righteous Lip-Balm of Visisi, wielder of the Glimmering Broadsword of Sidon the Cleaving-Screamer...”

Belboz stifled a yawn without much success. “Are you done?”

“Well, no. But you get the point.”

“This conversation was boring from the get go,” the old man croaked, turning away from the warrior. “You’ll thank me when this is all over. Good luck. Now leave me be.” And at that he waggled his fingers mysteriously and went back to studying his tome as if nothing had happened.

Fred mulled over the situation. On the one hand, he did feel absolutely revitalized. Indeed, he felt he could take on an entire army of minions. On the other hand, he felt tricked and betrayed. And he still hadn't got a satisfactory explanation as to just what exactly that damn monkey had done to him. Finally, after much deliberation, he decided to...

  1. ...continue on his way with a bruised ego but newfound energy.
  2. ...attack the old codger for meddling in his knightly duties. Or at least get some real answers.

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