“Why’d you think they were so angry?” Woodman laughed a little. “Well, I suppose I wasn’t sure how I was going to sail my boat.” Woodman pointed to a white sailing ship, docked a few meters ahead of us. “Woodman! We want to help you help the Draugen!” I yelled. I shook my head in agreement.ĭavid, Twig, and I sprinted to catch the Woodman exiting the alley. “I’ll go with her Frida, just take the sandwich to the Rat King.” David said. “But those poor souls! On a ghost ship! Forever!” Hilda was putting her foot down. “We’re already on a quest here Hilda.” I shook the cod sandwich. “David, Frida, we should go with him to help the Draugen.” Hilda asserted. “Draugen are the spirits of drowned sailors who travel the seas on a ghost ship, forever separated from their loved ones. “I’m on a schedule, I have to leave now to find them by sunset.” “Wait what?” Hilda walked up and into his way. “Anyway I’m off to find the Draugen.” Woodman continued. “And you let him teach you guitar?” David asked me. I was preparing to answer but he stopped me. “Are you not being fed enough?” Woodman asked, hopping out of the dumpster. “The cod sandwich!” I picked up the smelly wet thing as David and Hilda came outside. The fishermen grabbed Woodman and I and carried us out, and threw us in the dumpster, where I landed in something wet. “That’s fine! I’d do the same if I lost that badly.” Woodman was already partway to the door. “If you leave now you can never gamble here again.” “Hey, it’s bad form to beat someone up for rightfully winning too.” I noted. The men began standing and assuming fighting stances. “It’s bad sportsmanship to leave a game of sea bones after a big win.” The man in red smashed his fist on the table. “I’ll be going now.” Woodman said, wrapping up his winnings in some sort of cloth. Another man in blue began crying as he pushed some gold and a hat towards Woodman. “Double Dragons.” A man in red said in a gravely voice. “From the looks of it, winning.” He said dryly, as he shook the dice and threw. “What are you doing in town, Woodman?” Hilda asked. The dice didn’t even have numbers on them. We ran up to the table as a frighteningly large gentleman in white riled five dice.I’m not even sure what they were playing. “Woodman!?” Hilda suddenly was fixated on a small table near the entrance, surrounded by sailors and empty steins. “I’m not going in the dumpster at all.” David asserted. “Hilda, I don’t think we need permission to go in the dumpster.” She flagged down a waiter and asked him if she could climb in the dumpster. I’d only heard of it from some rumor the cod wasn’t. The Salty Maiden was a slightly run down little place right on the docks of Trolberg. David was still recovering and Hilda just shrugged. “Well…” I pursed my lips and looked at the others. They keep them in the dumpster out back.” before it had even finished, the Rat King began spilling out of the room as quickly as it had come. “Make sure you get a good one, that’s aged properly. “We want a fried cod sandwich from the Salty Maiden!” No secrets this time.” The Rat King stopped David from saying whatever secret he had. “Okay, fine, sometimes when I’m home alone I-” “Maaay be,” it said, drawing it out “I require an exchange first.” “Do you know anything about Erik Ahlberg, head of Safety Patrol?” I asked. “You’ve come once again, seeking secrets?” “Well well!” The rats made a circle around us, David covering his eyes. Rats ran around us on every dripping wet surface and soon the black mass with hundreds of eyes spilled into the room, like some kind of fluid. We walked through the tunnels until Twig started growling. The route to the sewer was uneventful, something I never expected to say more than once in my life. I saw a construction worker being tied up by them when I passed. “They were putting up a good fight.” I responded. Ahlberg is having them fill the Vittra tunnels.” “We’ll have to take an alternate path, the main street into town is closed.” I had noted it on the way over.
DRAUGEN GHOST FREE
“Not again.” David buried his head against his dining room table, a bug falling free of his hair. “We’re going to find the Rat King!” Hilda cheered.
“So you want to find dirt on Ahlberg? How do you plan to do that?” I asked Hilda. Why was digging dirt up on him so hard them? How did I end up going against an officer of the law? I should’ve just gone with David, Hilda, and the Woodman. Ahlberg is nothing but a glory seeker, selfish and unwilling to stop chasing Edmund’s legacy at any cost.
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