The Thief of the Rose
Copyright© 2011 by R22CoolGuy
Epilogue
"Thus ends the story of the 'Thief of Roses'," the Bard announced standing up.
Cries of "What? That can't be all!" sounded throughout the inn's common room.
"What of Mara and the quest of the scrying stone?" a patron called out.
"What of the banished God, Lord Devlin?" asked another.
"What about the pregnant Goddess, Rannath?" asked another. "What happens to the baby?"
"Will Aaron restore his people?" asked another. "Does he even want to?"
"Who was awakened by Aaron's use of power?" by another.
"Calm down everyone," the Bard commanded. "Just because I am done with this story does not mean that I am done completely. No, no, there are still sagas to be told, stories about the 'Thief of Shadows', the 'Harpist of Time' - which is one of my favorites, by the way - and many more."
"Do not worry," He continued. "I am just not as young as I once was; my voice tires faster. A little wine, maybe a glass or two of fine single-malt whisky and a nap first. I will be around for a little while longer. Come back tomorrow night or perhaps the next and I will have a new story."
With that he bowed to the crowded inn, picked up his harp bag and left the front heading for the bar. Sitting down at a stool, the innkeeper appeared before him setting down a shot glass and poured from an earthenware jug.
"A good story, Master Bard," the innkeeper held the bottle at the ready.
The Bard lifted the glass in salute and downed the amber liquid in one gulp, smiling at the memory of how he came to prefer the expensive elixir. Although, truth be told, this particular elixir didn't hold a candle to Gnomish, but he wouldn't tell his wife that. He needed to remember to instruct them to age their whisky in the barrels. Setting the glass down, he waved his hand and the bartender re-filled the shot glass. Again the Bard lifted the glass in salute and drank it all, setting the glass on the bar, upside down. Placing two gold coins on the glass in the fashion he was taught, he started to get up when the bartender reached out with his hand.