G’narsh
The Troll, The Myth, The Legend
by
Kevin Stillwater
chapter 3
# # # And Here Now Our Story - G’narsh’s Ray’s # # #
page 8
In the meantime, G’narsh returns his attention to
the missing gold coin. The discrepancy in accounts annoys
him. It feels like someone has stolen from him. Of course,
he doesn’t really think that Nadia has. In fact, he knows she
hasn’t stolen from him. But still, supposing she had, supposing
she had stolen from him. She’s always short. She is always
loosing -- or if you like, misplacing -- a coin or a bill, but it is
almost always a single gold coin. Why can’t she just get with the
program? Everyone else has. He doesn’t have this problem
with her sisters -- and they’re gutter fairies, as well.
G’narsh looks down at his hand. He’s been flexing it again,
unconsciously forming it into a fist. He wonders if this is the
reason why it is so difficult for most adventurers to retire, the
bloodlust. The body never forgets. And as a memory of a
particularly satisfying kills drifts into his mind, G’narsh suddenly
realizes that the heart and the soul don’t ever forget, either.