Approaching the mountain, once moved and back again it’s proper place, Clemens swallowed hard.
He had a suspicion who lived… No, who owned this mountain. Semira and Sygrun all but confirmed it.
This mountain belonged to a Archmage of the Earth Guild.
Hakon led the front, Rosto just behind him, Sygrun and Clemens in the middle of the formation, Sigi a reassuring and steady hand at the back.
But the dread was still there. He hadn’t really considered what he would say to the Archmage.
What does a pebble ask of a mountain? Why would a pebble ever deserve a favor from the mountain?
He was worried that this trek, far from Runeheim, was a folly. Nothing to be gained, but everything to lose.
But he had to try. He couldn’t turn back now.
Rosto, despite nearly being brought to death’s door by Hakon’s nightly condition was lending his eyes and crossbow to this endeavor.
Clemens couldn’t abandon such sincerity and willingness to trust even the man who nearly murdered him.
Clemens couldn’t abandon his closest friend, the one who gave him the courage to get this far to begin with.
Clemens meant it when he would do anything for Hakon when questioned by the Archmage.
Clemens didn’t care that the Archmage found his willingness to do anything for the life of a non-mage “worrisome”
Hakon had bowed before the Archmage. Hakon does not bow before men who simply ask.
Clemens knew that the wizard in front of him only saw Hakon as a curiosity, an potential experiment.
No different from the malformed animals and human bodies on the side of the trail his crew and carved through to get here.
The Archmage offered Clemens a challenge. “Scale my mountain, and maybe I can see if I can help your… friend”
How does a pebble demand a favor from the mountain?
The pebble scales the mountain, and proved that determination within will make him something more than just a pebble.
This mountain belongs to the Archmage.
But one day Runehiem will be a towering city that stands in defiance of the harsh lands the pebble calls home.
The earth mage may see the people and animals of Njordr as nothing more as stock and cattle for his experiments.
But for Clemens, the people of Runehiem would be his cherished flock.
He would do anything to see them live in peace and flourish.
He would do anything to cast out the wolves, monsters, and men of cruel ambition who dared to threaten his flock.