Lyndon and the Sabor of Hope

Lyndon and the Sabor of Hope
Chapter 1: By chance
Perhaps by the old man’s intuition, Lyndon and his aged cohort Giles had made it out of the murky swamps of the northlands. With weary eyes Lyndon had glanced over the landscape to see a large valley that seemed to cradle Binbury, a small market town just outside of the Vail. His pack had seemed to grow heavier with every breath and he was soon overwhelmed with its gravity.
“How’d you know which way was out of that dreadful place?” He inquired while setting his large pack down. The moss below him seemed to sink in, furthermore soaking his already drenched boots.

“I keep trying to tell you old boy, it’s a matter of understanding what’s around you…….and in this case above you.” Giles exclaimed pointing upward at the stars as if to be pointing out the obvious. He was an antiquated man with a stern brow and a knack for the literary gold. “Besides sport…..your actin’ as if I didn’t know our whereabouts in the first place. Once we get to Binbury I’ll be countin’ on you to grab a few necessities while I have a chat with our friend….Thistle is it?” He rolled out a parchment from his pouch to confirm the name that was written under the lofty price stated at the top of the document. The boy and the man were partners in a bounty hunting effort based in their hometown of Chittenburg. Recently Chittenburg had been vandalized by a mischievous bunch, crops destroyed, pigs taken, and property stolen. The leader of the vandals was a scrawny lowlife Thistle von Blumeburg, who had recently been sighted in Binbury, and was soon after wanted for his crimes.

“You sure your going to take this one by yourself old man?” Lyndon glanced over his shoulder at Giles with a challenging smirk. Lyndon was never much impressed by Giles’ knowledge of the world, but in some respects did in fact envy the old man in secret. Lyndon was born in Chittenburg with his father who owned the local archive. Although he was surrounded by the books of all disciplines Lyndon never was a book worm and instead chose to make a living with his one talent of swordsmanship. His father may have disapproved of that but he died shortly after Lyndon’s 5th birthday, in an unexplained fire. It was then that his fathers good friend Giles took on the daunting task of raising Lyndon.