“Good morning, Nildi!” said the barman cheerfully. “You slept soundly I trust? I have some steaming porridge for you in the kitchen, and I have already sent a messenger to the Wizards' Guild to let them know you request an audience with Secretary Rarve. It is but twenty minutes brisk walk from my doorstep to theirs. I will take you there after breakfast.”
Nildi blinked.
“Thank you. I am most grateful,” Nildi replied, clearly bewildered by so much activity and organization so early in the morning. “Forgive my slowness, but Dwarves prefer the second half of the day to the first.”
After he had consumed his fill of the steaming porridge and a hearty mug of fresh apple juice, Nildi passed a number of gold coins to the barman.
“For your room, your time, your hospitality and your council! But I will give you one more for your name!”
“Goodness, did I never introduce myself?” replied the barman. “I am most sorry. My name is Jongor Smitson, though most call me Jonny. Or ‘Hey you, another pint!’ I answer to most things, come to think of it. But let us walk to the Guild while we talk.”
The journey took more like half an hour at the elderly Dwarf’s pace, during which time Nildi let Jonny make small talk about his business, his regular customers and the damp weather. But soon enough, he was standing outside the main gate on the east side of the Wizards' Guild.
“Thank you so much for everything, Jongor. I am sure we will cross paths again,” Nildi said, shaking hands warmly with the barman.
“My pleasure and my duty, sir. If there is anything further I can do, do not hesitate to ask,” replied Jonny. ‘Now, I will be getting back. Just ring the bell here and someone will be out to see you. Goodbye!”
“Goodbye!”
Nildi turned to the bell and rang it loudly. Then he waited.
After a few minutes he rang it again, louder. He waited a while longer.
~continued~
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