What a day! We accomplished our task well enough. Though we were quite worse for the wear afterwards. I am not sure that I wish to have more “adventures.”
We made our way through the warehouse. Garrett decided he didn’t wish to walk with the mere mortals and climbed up the crates like some type of monkey. Actually, he just desired a better way to navigate through the maze of boxes. Good sense, really. Of course, it was most unpleasant when he caused a tower to fall on us. Luckily, Protoss shielded me from the brunt.
As we journeyed deeper, the atmosphere became decidedly more eerie. When we were not in claustrophobia-inducing corridors, the rooms we came across were filled with rats. Big rats. With even larger teeth. I suppose this is where the mining machines received their jagged holes. The fact that those canines and incisors had the strength to bite through the automatons’ metal skin was enough for me to know that I wanted nothing but to be as far from them as possible. I did feel a few momentary fears for Protoss. I didn’t want it to become the rodents’ next meal.
By the time we reached the office we were all hurting. We were also far too late to help the unfortunate dwarves that had defended the building. Grimgore was most upset over the slaughter. He even said he would take many blessings that evening in their honour. Like he wouldn’t have taken many “blessings” anyway. We did find a letter that has very serious implications. It seems Garrett’s acquaintance, that twitchy fellow Murdock, has dabbled his hand in quite a few pots. What caught my attention was the talk of setting fire to “the old geezer’s house”. There certainly cannot be that many geezers who have had their homes reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble recently. Needless to say, Protoss and myself fully intend to pursue this new lead.
I do have to say I was constantly torn between amusement and anger when I found myself consistently pushed to the back. For my protection, of course. Let the men run in and clobber the threat. Do they think me totally useless? I would assume so. They shouldn’t. I am a powerful great and powerful witch!
Well, I’m going to be. So, I was, somewhat useless. I haven’t had many opportunities to actually cast my magics. Up until now, it has been mostly theoretical. And I really do need to work on my Orb of Fire. I cannot ever seem to make that spell work. Except that time I accidentally set Grandfather’s favorite pointed hat on fire. The spell performed beautifully that time. Grandfather was quite proud of me, though a trifle upset at the loss of the hat. And the fact he had been wearing it at the time. . .but that is neither here nor there.
I am pleased that I memorized that repair incantation, though somewhat disappointed with the resulting effect. It fixed Protoss enough to continue attempting to squash the thrice-damned rats. Grimgore took care of the majority of those. He fought most fiercely. Absolutely drenched in rat blood and loving it. But, I don’t believe Protoss would have survived otherwise. It was the last decent spell in my head. I don’t know what exactly came over me; I was almost frantic when I saw how jerky his – its! movement was. Why, I nearly put Garrett on his bottom shoving past. I assume my behavior was induced by the thought of the chastisement I would receive from Grandfather if I let his pet be destroyed. That is, if I ever find him again. Though, when I do I will be sorely tempted to give him a good piece of my mind. And as I am always honest with myself, I believe I would miss Protoss’ looming presence. And incessant naïve questions. Well, maybe not those.
Hmmm. Speaking of Protoss, it did the oddest thing. Garrett was badly injured. He had fought valiantly with his sword. He also did a few foolhardy things. Anyway, the vermin took a few nibbles out of him. I only caught it peripherally, but, I think I saw the air almost heat around Protoss’ hands where they were resting on Garrett. A tingle of, magic? It was gone before it had my attention really. But it was obvious that the injured man breathed easier. However, I believe there can be further complications. I shall certainly have to think more upon this matter.
Ahhh! It is just questions revealing questions. I find this most wearisome. Well, it seems I will have more adventures before I can just immerse myself back into my tomes.
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