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"I haven't eaten all day. We will share a plate of bread and cheese and we will take two bowls of the stew."
"Okay, be back in a few minutes. Delvin, are you feeling okay, you look a bit ill."
Simestra reached down and felt Delvin's forehead. She put the back of her hands to his cheeks and Delvin couldn't believe how soft her hands were and how nice they felt on his skin. He began to think back to when they were kids playing tag in the fields between the farms. Things were simpler then. He was young and had yet to develop these feelings toward Simestra. He looked up at her and again felt lost in her eyes and he truly realized and almost appreciated what a gorgeous woman she had blossomed into.
"Yes Simestra, I'm fine. Just a bit hot in here," he told her almost sorry that she stopped checking his head and face.
"As long as your alright Delvin Givens," she said with a bright smile. With that she turned and headed back toward the bar area.
"When will you promise yourself to her Del?" Tommy asked in an almost frustrated tone.
"When will you stop intentionally trying to embarrass me in front of her?" Delvin asked in an equally frustrated tone.
"You know, she looks at you different than any other man in all of Olstak."
"Can we just perhaps discuss something else," Delvin asked as calmly as he felt he could.
"I suppose," Tommy answered. "What do you think you are going to do about your training?"
"Don't really know Tom. Even if Father permitted it, how will I ever get good enough for the Knighthood."
"I guess you won't until you try. Boy, a knight hasn't stepped foot in these parts in our lifetime," Tommy pondered.
"That's because nothing ever happens here. I yearn to see more of the world. It seems like we are not even part of it sometimes," Delvin said sadly. He had never left Olstak and had barely gone outside the borders of Victus.
The sound of a trumpet began to overshadow the boisterous noise of the Ale house. There wasn't one head in the room that didn't direct their attention toward the front door as if nothing they had been doing at that point mattered in the least. The tune played from the trumpet outside could only be that of the Event Messenger. The Event Messenger was the only real source that the province of Olstak had to news from the outside world and it was usually quite some time between visits. This was because of the way Olstak was divided from the rest of Gildor. The mountain range that blocked Olstak from the rest of the world gave it the reputation of being considered a lost province. Just a name on a map.
The Mountain of Despair earned their name from being such a hard journey to get through. Their trails were rough and steep. Legend and tales would tell the residents of Olstak that there were many creatures that lived through the mountains as well. Many did not believe this due to the fact that none had ever been seen through the province. Others explained that the various beasts stay within the mountains and bothered noone unless their territory was trespassed on.