Making the Team
Part 11
On the little man went, much to Menzo’s despair. A low growl rolled in his throat, unheard by the village leader who was occupied by the sound of his own voice.
“I’m going to assume,” Menzo cut in, “that you haven’t time for the gruesome details of how I split the beast’s hea-”
“Oh no, nononono,” the mayor assured him, paling. “Nooo, I was simply ‘ere to assure you of my continuin’ faith in your great talents, m’dear boy!”
“Your… Faith?” the archer questioned, remembering more than one instance in which Casmen Dinnean had felt the need to lecture him on how to perform his duties, regardless of how well they were fulfilled.
“Of course! We couldn’t do without you, you know that!”
“I… was thinking that you may no longer require my services, sir.”
“Nonsense! We always need a man such as yerself. Besides, where would you even go, m’boy?”
Menzo’s eyes went to Medah’s cabin then back to the ground before him, not unnoticed.
“Pfa! Surely you can’t mean t’say you’ll be going with them Vigils now, can you?”
“I… Don’t know yet.”
“Ho, now. Do you truly think they could want you? Why, I mean, you are a splendid help around here, yes, but these are knights of the Order of the Vigileant… Vigileant… Uh… Oh, y’know what I’m talking about! Far beyond the reaches of you an’ I, don’t you agree? Besides, Menzo, your place is here. With us!”