G’narsh
The Troll, The Myth, The Legend
by
Kevin Stillwater
chapter 3
# # # And Here Now Our Story - G’narsh’s Ray’s # # #
page 1
G’narsh sits behind a large oak desk. He is
proud of this desk. It is his handiwork. He made both the
desk and open air office in which he sits using nothing more than his
own two hands and a few simple -- i.e. primitive -- tools. The
office itself was built atop the old stage, which in turn was built in
the highest part of the restaurant. And when G’narsh sits up
here, he feels like a king surveying his lands (all the way from the
ramparts of the high and mighty to the slave pits of the meek and lowly
-- or so he imagines). And then, of course, from this vantage,
G’narsh has an unobstructed line of sight to both the main entrance and
the kitchen back door. Tactically, it is a wonderful location;
and if truth be told, that more than anything else was foremost in his
mind when he performed the reconstruction.
Of
course, there are no enemies in sight, nor, indeed, are any on the
horizon. Nor have there been any for... years, now; and as, such
G’narsh is unable to explain his growing unease. He is surrounded
by friends and allies. No. Friends is the right word.