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Upon returning to Stanisberg after helping to find and kill a black dragon Ehno enters the Farm-house in his traditional non-introductory way. Of course, by this time several months of such bizarrely unannounced entries into the family homestead almost nothing is said about it. He enters the door without a knock, sets down a pack by the front door and walks toward the stairs to the loft lost in thought.
Helga, the farmer’s wife, wipes her hands onto her apron and calls up to her daughter, Rachel, “Ehno’s home deary. Make sure he cleans up and has eat something.”
“Yes, mother,” the young lady replied from the loft. A rustling of movement later and the lithe figure of a maid started down the stairs.
Rachel met Ehno at the base of the small shack’s wooden stairway to the loft and in typical fashion he was only partly paying attention to the world around him and so nearly ran into her. As always, his focus was on some invisible puzzle in his head as he pointed to the air in front of him and muttered in a language no one in the house knew. By now Rachel had learned how to bring him out of the clouds by blocking his path which she did without hesitation. For a moment there was an awkward silence, then his eyes returned their focus to this world and upon a small locket hanging about her neck. The elven-jewelled charm no longer rested easy on her chest as it once did and although a stare such as Ehno’s may have earned him a hearty slap if he was any other male, she knew that despite the obvious fact that she was no longer a little girl anymore, Ehno was almost entirely clueless to her budding maturity and that whatever he was staring at had nothing to do with untoward thoughts. No, like so many other carnal things of life, her cleavage was simply in the way of some other benign observation by this strange elven mage.
So, foregoing the normal offense, Rachel instead leant her head down to one side and waved a hand in front of his face, “Ehno? Where did you go this time?”
His eyes lost for a moment on something in her locket, suddenly blinked as he looked up to her face, “What? Oh, yes, we just killed a dragon in the swamp. Met some Zoog again. Gave them the meat and Bellwether found the most extraordinary stash of treasure. Most of it was just piles and piles of coin, but have a look at this..”
Ehno takes out a scroll and unfurls it not realizing that his complete dismissal of large amount of treasure had raised nearly every eyebrow in the house. “Did you know that you can actually stop a divination. Did you know that?”
Rachel’s eyes opened in a wide as she started to nod, then shook her head, “Um… Sure. When was the last time you ate something?”
“No. The real question is…” Thomas, the farmer started. “Just how many piles of this coin were there?”
Ehno shrugged, “I don’t know. Didn’t ask. Seemed like a lot because Bellweather was counting it for at least an hour or two. I’m sure I’ll get some of this.”
“Father.” Rachel scolded.
“What? A man can ask a least?” Thomas complained.
Helga rolled her eyes and went over to the door where Ehno had set down the pack, “You know, Ehno. We aren’t a greedy family, though… ” Helga sniffed the air “What’s that smell?” Then she leaned over the pack’s opening and peered inside.
“Oh, that’s for you. I’m sure there’s more to come. We didn’t have time to divide up all the treasure… Not even sure we counted it all. Couldn’t carry everything.” Ehno added.
“You couldn’t what?” Thomas whimpered.
Rachel looked at her mother and nodded toward her father in a disapproving way.
“Now, now, Pa. Has Ehno ever left us out? Look.” Helga pulled out a hefty roast that was impossibly large for the bag it came out of and waved it in front of her husband. “We have food and I’m sure Ehno will share any part of the treasure he gets with us. Always does. Remember the locket? Well?”
Thomas groaned, “Yes ma. I suppose you’re right.”
“Rachel, take Ehno up stairs and see to it he washes up before supper. And Ehno, get behind those ears and for Kethis’ sake change that robe. You smell like something dead swallowed you up and lost control of its bowels all over you.”
Ehno raised a finger to which Helga tilted her gaze to Rachel, who grabbed Ehno’s finger and pulled him up the stairs…
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