Its Not The Size That Matters

[Grettir]

Grettir was waiting with the slightest anticipation to see the arrival of someone. Not just anyone, a familiar individual. A druid, to be specific. And of course he would be in the company of another that Grettir could easily temporarily get rid of if need be. For it was more so the druid that Grettir had an interest in talking to. Not because he had a great, massive destiny before him. But it would be a lie to say that his situation was not a peculiar one. And out of those who wished to venture to the Perilous Lands, he was one of the more interesting lads. Should make for some interesting conversation. Especially since he was not actually going to let him pass.

There was no reason to let them. Grettir may be a seer but he could not delve into the minds of others. He hadn't the slightest clue as to what their intentions were. But they were not the ones who would restore the Fisher King's lands, so they were of no use here. While Grettir waited for the day he could be freed of this obligation, rejecting the passage of others could be fun. It was always rather amusing to see the dumbfounded look on others faces when he refused to let them pass. His presence may be small, but he often quickly proved that he was not one to be underestimated. Plus, he never wished to inflict harm o others. He was not a cruel being. Just one protective over the land, and his bridge.

But for now, he waited. Waited for the Druid and the other wanderer to come in his midst. For Grettir was fully prepared, and waited at the beginning of the bridge, blocking entrance, as the slight mist slowly brought into view the two travelers.

| Tag: Alistair and Vaughn |

[Alistair]

That was slightly uncomfortably odd. They had been walking in the sunshine a few minutes ago and now the mist was growing thicker and the trees made it seem darker. He didn't look around as he wanted to, just keep walking slightly behind Vaughn as Vaughn lead them on his next grand idea to get a ton of money. The first idea, had been Alistair's but the next few had been Vaughn's. Alistair didn't keep the money he gained; he used it for the war efforts between the druids and the idiots that called them selves knights.

Alistair and Vaughn were the strongest of fighters; and they knew how to fight well with each other. Alistair knew Vaughn's strengths and where and when he's be more useful and in turn; Vaughn knew when it was best to let Alistair do what he did best. For complete opposites they worked well together. It didn't make them friends, just accomplices.

As they approached the bridge that would lead them over to the lands that was supposedly full of gold and dead people; Alistair noticed that everything was rather low to the ground. That was when he also noticed the small man standing on the bridge. He debated on if he should step up and make him step aside; not wanting Vaughn to pick him up and toss him in the river to something overly pointless and Vaughn like.

Alistair was druid enough to believe in omens; and he didn't like what the mist was telling him any more then he like the confidence the little man was giving off. They were missing something here. He stopped walking a few dozen feet from the bridge, content with Vaughn going forward to spring whatever trap was about to be sprung.