Augusta Wind
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 79883
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Her name was Augusta Wind. She was a warrior for hire, her clientele
usually consisting of wealthy merchants seeking protection on the
dangerous, winding mountain roads that led southward. Though obviously a
hardened warrior - her sinewy, roughhewn features bearing testament to a
rugged life spent on the edge of the wild - her bright blue eyes still
sparkled like a
playful kittens. And there you are. Fred, meanwhile, was doing his best to keep up with the strange rabbit-woman’s frantic dancing. It wasn’t easy, decked out in a light, albeit full suit of armor as he was. His gear clanked loudly as he stumbled about the meager ‘dance floor’ like a drunken mountain troll. After a few painful minutes of this he’d had quite enough.“Oh confound it all!” he roared in frustration. “This is an utter waste of time. Look, I’m in the middle of something right now and I really should be getting back to it.” “Oh?” Brin, the rabbit- woman said, her ears perking up in interest. “And what’s that?”“Well, actually, I’m on a mission to slay the terrible Dragon of the Southern Caves. I was making pretty good progress until this stupid yippy dog started...yapping and such. It's complicated. It's all very complicated. Dammit! I knew I should have pressed the red button...I mean, who in their right mind would pull on a strange ring without testing the ground first!? I'm supposed to be a bloody bloomin blinkin veteran of the blimey blitherin...” And his words, spiced with assorted vulgarities, trailed off into oblivion. Brin shrugged and went back over to her table. “Huh,” she uttered with a yawn. “Sounds boring.”Fred just stared. “What do you mean? That doesn’t even make sense! How is taking on a ferocious monster who lives inside a cave fraught with peril and laden with treasure beyond belief sound...OH ENOUGH WITH THE MUSIC ALREADY!” The once lively room went deathly silent.“Sheesh,” said the elf, tossing aside the drumstick. “Some people don’t know how to have a good time.” Then, realizing he had just tossed aside a perfectly good piece of meat, scrambled to retrieve it in his graceful elfin fashion. It's a well established fact that elves are the ones who invented the ten second rule, anyway. “How rude,” muttered a half-ogre at the bar, downing an entire pint of stale, warm beer in one long gulp.“So sorry. Really, folks,” Fred declared to the assorted patrons. “I didn’t mean to snap like that. It’s just...been a stressful day. I’m under an enormous amount of stress.” The warrior woman smiled in Fred’s direction, her eyes narrowing seductively. “I know the feeling,” she said. “Wont you come over here and we can share an ale and you can get all of this business off your chest, at least?” She patted the seat beside her. “It’s on me, big boy.” Well...a little ale would calm his nerves. And a change of companions would be nice. He had grown tired of the rascally rabbit...things company. She was nice enough, she just wasn’t his type. And she seemed a little ditsy. This warrior woman looked like someone he could relate to. Maybe share his...feelings...with. Still, he was on a very tight schedule and already we was running behind. Eventually, he made a decision:
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