Chapter 15 Duggar Keep"We still need to decide on a third." Falbin downed another pint. The Halfling, always a heavy drinker, but since Enorim died, his drinking increased tenfold.
"I know. We need someone to take the key position. I am not cut from a cloth that can lead." Cratha avoided strong drink. It made her sleepy and the last thing she wanted to do is sleep. When she slept the nightmare of Enorim's death would visit her.
"What about Orbis?" Cratha questioned.
Falbin searched his liquor-soaked memory, "Orbis? A… Tinker?"
"Yes. He'd been Ambassador of Tinker Town years back. And if I remember right, he fought in the White Wars."
"That Gnome's ancient." Falbin banged his empty mug on the table.
"He's not ancient. And since when did age become a measure of service?"
Falbin chugge
