Damon spent the rest of trip alone, paying for the trailside inns using his leftover duel money. He took his time on the road, and arrived in Royston three days later than expected.
Everyone in the street had heard the news, and rushed over to welcome him. Damon ignored them, and continued on. He was contemplating whether he should to go home and deal with his father, or stay at an inn for the night.
He had just come to a conclusion, when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned his head, and saw Maurice waving his arms near Chadwick’s Pub. Damon steered towards him.
“You took longer than expected,” Maurice said when Damon was near. “I was beginning to think you were dead.”
“Aw, were you worried about me?” Damon said.
“Of course I was. You’re my main source of income. I would have gotten all those duels lined up for nothing.”
“Oh, really? Have you been busy?”
Maurice nodded. “About thirty matches waiting for you when you’re ready.”
“Well, I’ll start tomorrow, then. Right now, I have to go talk to my father.”
“That's fine. He must be pretty happy about you winning, am I right?”
“Not really.”
“What?”
Damon didn’t answer. He was already gone.
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Dwarfslayer
FantasyDamon Dwarfslayer is an outcast among the people of Royston. His entire life amounts to nothing, until he hears the story of his legendary ancestor, the Dwarfslayer, and inherits the famed sword of the same name. Under the guidance of his father, he...
