Submitted: 5 July 1999

Rudeness in the Realm

by Starlear Lightsheer

He quietly walks over to a corner table, glancing about silently...guardedly. Baresh stands and walks over to him, concerned. As Baresh taps him on the shoulder, he quickly grasps his hand and turns about, staring at him with a pained, confused look. He shakes his head and brushes his hair behind his pointed ears with a sigh.

"Baresh, something strong, please...I've had an awful day..." Baresh ran and poured him some blackberry grog, and quickly handed it to him. "Thank you, kind sir..." He quickly downs the drink and sets the glass on the table. "Baresh, did you ever think that ones who were supposed to be so close to you in view and belief would tease and belittle you for trying to help someone?" The man's eyes begin to mist. "I never did...that was until before today..."

He shakes his head. "It all began when I was in the Crossing, minding my own business, when I heard tale of Goblins in Dirge. Since nobody would answer my inquiries, I decided to take a look. At first, nothing...then I hear an assassin speaking in the shadows. Many were cursing him, and his goblin kind...I tried to be nice...I mean...who wants to get on an assassin's bad side...?" He shrugs, shaking his head.

"Anyhow, after I was looking about town some more, I felt a sharp pain in my back. A Goblin Bowman had lodged a slender-tipped bolt directly between my shoulder blades. Sweet Faenella, did that hurt...anyhow, I ran, dragging who I could until I fell over, another bolt in my stomach...and out my back. I must thank the kind empaths and clerics who aided so many today." A faint smile crosses his saddened face.

"But this is still just the beginning. I managed a few kills and got a few of the Goblin Cuirbouilli coats...with flaming bolts and giant eyes on them...and how I remembered how when I first began that I wished I had some nice things like that...so I headed to the guild after giving one to a dear friend. After I inquired about young ones who would like armor, someone pointed at me and asked if I was a spy for the goblins." He points to himself. "Me? A goblin! The idea is horrid..." He mumbles to himself in Ilithic, then continues. "I thought it was a joke...but soon I was being dragged away. I walked back, with the same results. As I returned again, I met a flurry of water ball bombardment. Having been killed today, I just gave up...I thought people would have liked the gifts...I just don't know about people anymore...they..." He sighs. "Baresh, I might sound whiney, or childish...but I'm a sensitive person...and I simply saw no need for this kind of belittlement from fellow guild members."

He stands again, and walks out, then rushes back in and pays Baresh, then leaves again, still saddened, but relieved to have spoken to someone.

Baresh will listen to your well-presented viewpoint on this, too.