LOM: To Move a Mountain - RC (Persuasion) . The travels of Isaak continues...
This is my entry to the "persuasion challenge".
Enjoy! . Note: This scene happens a few week prior to Chris' Free build.
Isaak stepped though the narrow walkway that was the entryway of the dwarf's dwelling. Less than an hour ago, his escort, Terowin, was killed. The dwarf that had saved him agreed to let him stay for one night, then Isaak would set out one his way.
The way was perilous, and Isaak knew he needed a good guide. The dwarf seemed a good choice, but he was not sure how he would go about convincing him.
The dwarf leaned his pickax against his small bed. The room was small, with a small pool by the doorway, and a strange warmth that filled the place. Most likely faerie magic.
Isaak followed the dwarf's example. "I'm afraid that I didn't get your name." he said as he placed Terowin's sword next to his spear. The dwarf walked to his anvil.
"You may call me Jarlite. I've been a crafting objects here for about 700 years now."
Isaak was shocked. 700 years? "That's... quite a long time.. Jarlite."
"Bah!" the dwarf spat. "700 years is nothing to a dwarf. I would tell you the age of our king, but that is a secret for only faerie ears."
Isaak glanced at Jarlite's pickax. "Do you own any of the mines around here?" Isaak ventured.
"I'm no miner lad.. just a craftsman. I was looking for gems that the others might have missed when I saw you. You might be proud to know you're the first human I've rescued in a long time. I could have watched you die, so don't get any ideas about any tricks! I've punished men for so much as touching my tools."
Isaak noted this as Jarlite escorted him to the corner were he would sleep for the night.
If he would sleep. The faerie folk were known to be benevolent.. but also equally malevolent.
Isaak and Jarlite sat awake. It was obvious that the dwarf would need convincing, and Isaak thought of ways he might do this. However, he kept a well-known proverb in his mind;
"To persuade a dwarf is to move a mountain."
Isaak did sleep, and Jarlite made sure he did not sleep in.
"You should be going lad." his host said.
Isaak asked then if he could wash in the pool by the entry. Jarlite was perplexed why anyone would clean themselves.. but he consented to let Isaak wash his face.
Isaak gathered his things. It was now or never. Isaak spoke as he prepared;
"The way ahead is dangerous.. and I very much doubt my safety. I hope I still am in your good favor, and was hoping that you might privilege me with a guide through the Shadowlight passage. A war is going on out there.. And I desire to help my countrymen."
Jarlite turned on his stool.
"What makes you think I even care anything about humans, or your war? I was there when Rainos rebelled. Those few years are as days to me, and I've known far too many humans in the last 700 years lad that have died. The race of men is but flowers.. beautiful, but they fade all too soon. You all just... disappoint."
Isaak saw the dwarf in a new perspective. 700 years of friends dying. His next words would be crucial.
"I understand your bitterness.. loss is common with us. I just think that another 700 years is a long time to not care. Thank you for your hospitality. Good-bye Jarlite."
Isaak turned to leave.
Jarlite saw him to the exit. Isaak walked slowly out.
The dwarf turned back to his workshop. Another 700 years would be long.
Jarlite grabbed his pickax.
"Lad, Wait!" Jarlite ran to meet Isaak. Surprisingly, he was still there.
"I hate to admit this... but 700 years to myself is long. Too long. I've decided not only to help you through the highway, but perhaps take a part in this war. I've been sitting around for far too long!"
Isaak nodded. From somewhere underneath his scarf, he smiled.
Jarlite pushed his way past Isaak. "See that wooden marker? That's a milestone. We've got 50 more of those things to go."
The now more than eager Dwarf continued down the passage. "Dangerous? Hah! Dwarf passages are safer than roads! I've got a stash of weapons on the other side, so we'll get you disguised so you can-" his voice grew fainter.
When they got to the other side, they would look for work fighting Rainos.
Isaak ran to catch up. He could not stop smiling to know that this day, he had moved a Mountain.
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EDIT: Jarlite originally said: "75 year is a short time to me...", referencing the Battle of Unbinding. After doing my homework, I've changed that due to the battle only happening a few years ago.