The final demon fell in a shower of hot mud and stink. The stench from these minor demons was powerful enough to make even the hartiest of scavengers loose there lunch. It was lucky for CKalb his was allready gone from the first encounter. He surveyed the area making sure no more remained, even though the simple finding spell he had cast earlier was showing no more, and he put away his sword and started trudging back to the farm house. He had learned in the last few weeks all about these mud demons. Not realy demons at all these were remenents of a curse from a pissed off farmer that long ago that played with to powerful of magics to get even with another farmer. Now these little boogers popped up every now and then and harassed local farmers. Not the most glamerous of jobs getting rid of them but it did make the drow feel better and paid, sometimes.
As he rounded the farm house he spied the farmer and ranch hands waiting for him. All had some form of weapon or tool in had just incase the dark elf failed. As they saw him coming they cheered for a moment then as the stench drifted upon the wind towards the small group they immediatly covered there noses and backed away. CKalb stopped. It would make him no friends today to shake hands or say anything inspirational. The Farmer waved to get his attention. "Thanks mister! Ahh we would like to show our gratitude but we have had a bad year with our crops. If you wouldn't mind my cook baked you a culenberry pie as a way to say thanks."
The drow wasn't about to argue. The mud felt like a cloak of depression on him drawing him down with every squishy step. And the cooks pies were something legendary in these parts. CK waved "Please the pie is more then enough payment. Just remember to keep your critters in cleaner mud next time!" Everyone laughed at the lame joke but it seemed funny at the time. The pie was left on a stump near the house, CKalb picked it up and headed back to Chryrie's place. He turned and said his goodbyes and headed down the road. The thoughts in his head were simple. Chryrie would not let him near her place smelling like this. The town guards allready knew him too well and might not let him into the city for smelling like this. And lastly he needed to get a cleaner job.
He kept walking placing the pie in a special box he had made and stored it in his magic pouch. If he remebered correctly there was a creek near the road a bit and he could jump in and clean himself off, even get most of the mud off his cloths. They would be wet but anything besides this smell right now. So he walked happy in simplicity and happy he had found Rhydin again.
As he rounded the farm house he spied the farmer and ranch hands waiting for him. All had some form of weapon or tool in had just incase the dark elf failed. As they saw him coming they cheered for a moment then as the stench drifted upon the wind towards the small group they immediatly covered there noses and backed away. CKalb stopped. It would make him no friends today to shake hands or say anything inspirational. The Farmer waved to get his attention. "Thanks mister! Ahh we would like to show our gratitude but we have had a bad year with our crops. If you wouldn't mind my cook baked you a culenberry pie as a way to say thanks."
The drow wasn't about to argue. The mud felt like a cloak of depression on him drawing him down with every squishy step. And the cooks pies were something legendary in these parts. CK waved "Please the pie is more then enough payment. Just remember to keep your critters in cleaner mud next time!" Everyone laughed at the lame joke but it seemed funny at the time. The pie was left on a stump near the house, CKalb picked it up and headed back to Chryrie's place. He turned and said his goodbyes and headed down the road. The thoughts in his head were simple. Chryrie would not let him near her place smelling like this. The town guards allready knew him too well and might not let him into the city for smelling like this. And lastly he needed to get a cleaner job.
He kept walking placing the pie in a special box he had made and stored it in his magic pouch. If he remebered correctly there was a creek near the road a bit and he could jump in and clean himself off, even get most of the mud off his cloths. They would be wet but anything besides this smell right now. So he walked happy in simplicity and happy he had found Rhydin again.