New Fantasy writing/modelling comp

The long journey to Wolfwater was horrendous and I am very much glad that it is over. I may be a rogue, but I am only human and do appreciate my sleep as much as any other person. The town of Wolfwater is a strange one, they say it is immersed in deep history or well, something like that. I did not pay that much attention when Beargrim was telling us about it. My parents would have been ashamed of my impertinence but, they are longer here to witness it and so, will never know.

We look around the town and find nothing unusual in clear sight. But, soon enough - after a few minutes of wandering aimlessly around the town, looking for signs of Murbil Kilmir - we are approached by what appears to be a half-orc. He does not look too happy to see us here.

"Strangers, be gone with you. We do not accept your kind and have nothing to offer you but the path that leads out of here."

I look him up and down before stepping forward from my companions, "You have no Inn?"

He glares suspiciously at us, his teeth grinding, "No Inn, no tavern and no time for you."

I scowl, he is starting to frustrate me with his attitude, "You have a name, young sir."
I know he is anything but young. I add it purely for the look he gives me afterwards, as if confused by my words or the thought that I think he is that young. The "Sir" I add purely for the sake of manners. I may now steal for a living but I have not forgotten my origins, even in these circumstances.

He pushes a strand of graying hair behind his ear,"Gnaabak Orgoth, reeve of Wolfwater. I would ask your name but I really have no more time for you."

He begins to walk back up the path to what appears to be his cottage, when I ask him a question.
"Wait. Do you know where we could find Murbil Kilmir? A man by the name of Beargrim sent us here to find her."

"Murbil? Her family's cottage is over there. But, stranger, you will not find here there. She recently left."

I look back at my companions, "Well, I guess this was a waste of a journey."

The half-orc appears to realise for the first time how far we have come because he adds, "You may stay, if you wish, in Murbil's cottage but you must be gone by tomorrow morning, before anyone spots you."

He carries on his journey up the path and we walk along the long road to the cottage. We talk among our group as very few villagers are around and even fewer wish to speak with us and give up information.

"So, you must be Frieda. Right?"

"Yes, I am Frieda. You must be Markus if I am correct. So, Markus. Do you also think that the man back there, Gnaabak, was not telling us everything he knows?"
I think about her words for a minute. Maybe she is on to something. I smile, "Maybe, but I do not know if we will ever find out."

Soon we arrive at the cottage barriers and Katia starts looking around. I enter the cottage through the weathered door. I walk towards the chest of drawers in the corner but I stop when I nearly step on something. I look down and see nothing but dirt, so kneel down on the floor and uncover a necklace.

After a careful examination, I discover the chain is snapped which is unusual as it is made from leather. It would not normally break that easily. The pendant is made of a strands of a weird type of glass that I am not familiar with, they are wrapped around what looks like an old mummified eye. I pocket it, making a note to ask one of my fellow companions if they know anything.

In the chest of drawers I find some coins and pocket these, Murbil surely does not need them now, she left. There is a sound of crashing and I look over at my barbarian friend, Teagan. He has knocked down a tome when he was throwing his weight around. He is grumbling that it "wasn't him"and that he just wants something to eat.

Fortunately for us, he soon finds something in one of the cupboards and sits down at the worn table to eat and therefore stops the moaning. I walk outside and look up at the sky. It is getting dark, so we all retreat indoors as we need to be gone by morning.

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