When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that there was broken glass all over the floor. I immediately checked the window, which was intact and locked. I scanned, in an act of confusion, the shelf of plastic tumblers above the counter. While I intellectually knew that I owned no glass drinking vessels, I found that even the tumblers were all in place.
Leaving the kitchen I began a search of the house. This revealed that all of the windows were intact and that the doors were fully secured from the inside. Not so much as a single picture frame or mirror in the entire house was damaged. Vases and all of my knickknacks were accounted for as well.
Where had the broken glass come from? Why would someone go through the effort of breaking in and break some random glass and then cover the fact with having the doors locked from the inside? Maybe the body on the kitchen floor next to the glass will provide some answers.
It was a rather simple enterprise, actually. Bjorn having barely survived his last adventure, concluded that there had to be a better way of making a living than traipsing through dungeons. He then had the brilliant idea of setting up adventures for others. He went to the last site and carefully mapped it. He then sold the quest map to others. How could it be his fault that someone had robbed it already?
King Alfor III had died two years before. His son had been off exploring far off lands, and had just recently returned to find out about his father’s demise. In his absence, the land had been watched over by an uneasy coalition of nobles, but rivalries had put Pandia at the brink of civil war. Now, perhaps, that could be averted and the country returned to its former greatness.
“Alfor will now make his profession, and be anointed our leader,” Halifin the Mage announced.
Eight thousand eager eyes locked onto the tall, slender man who now took to the platform.
“I, Alfor son of Alfor, do profess and declare that I am of true blood of the Pandian people, and rightful heir to Alfor, the son of Alfor, the son of Alfor.”
With that Halifin poured oil on the head of the man, and placed a bronze crown upon his head. “All hail Alfor the Fourth, Lord of Pandia.”
There was a mighty cheer from the crowd.
Alfor, or should I say Anfwin son of Orry, leaned over to the mage and whispered, “Can I have that sandwich you promised me, now?”
“Soon, Lord,” the new chief advisor said with a grin. “Soon.”
Henry tossed and turned. For the life of him, he could not settle. It wasn’t that there were urgent issues on his mind, nor was he overly stressed. It was purely that he could not get to sleep, despite being tired.
It was then that the first inklings of stress began to creep it. How, I going to function at work tomorrow if I don’t get some rest?
He rolled over again and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Nine-o’-five. That’s like midnight, he thought. Well, the middle of the night, anyway.
I often assert to my wife that 9pm is “midnight,” especially for those that have to wake up for work while it’s still dark.