3rd Of Fall 513 AV
His day started off like any other by now he had gotten past his love hate relationship that damnable bucket. Extra nasty not only did he hate using it, he hated being around it when he finished using it. A fine diet he'd acquired beef jerky, wine, oh yea and rations he'd rather not eat. It was like every petching time he bombed that bucket he'd get raving complaints down the hall. It mattered little as he wiggled his bottom with a satisfying smile.
Yup, he was living the Sahovan dream
He was minding his business until he noticed it scamper across his floor into the corner of his room. What? Some foul beast that a summoner had set loose upon him for sweet sweet vengeance? Oh ukalas no, it was worse a damn rat.
He got up wiped himself off with a rag on a stick and unsheathed his blade.
Trousers up he was ready to get down to business
It was caught In the corner of his room, it couldn't really scurry off without getting past him first. He wiped his face with his sleeve to get past the odor most foul, he could here the echoes of that stuck up wizard across whining like his shyke did not stink.
He shook his head crawling towards his foe knife in hand
It squealed first and then hissed at him, it swiped then snarled bearing its teeth. His slow descent came to a stop as he was towering of the creature, as it was pinned in the corner. He thrust his dagger forward and stuck that scurrying little imp it shrieked and writhed in agony before bolting underneath his feet. He just wasn't that great with a dagger but still he was fast and landed a blow even if his victim had been cornered helplessly. It was the only reason he felt he was successful
Luckily he didn't have to go to far as it rolled around dying and bleeding out on his floor.
He had an opportunity for something here, no no not lunch. He'd learned a little something and would try to turn this disgusting heap of rat into something useful.