Could I get quote #14 and contract gone wrong with Gweld please?
Sorry that this took about 5,000 years! I have never written Gweld before, so this was a fun challenge.
Gweld watches the rat try to climb up the near-sheer elven well wall. “Well, it’s nice to see that someone hasn’t lost their optimism.”
The rat misses a foothold about three feet above the ground, flopping to the ground and turning around to glare at him accusingly. “I told you it was a lost cause,” Gweld says, taking solace in that, while he might have royally fucked up, he’s still smarter than a rat.
He’s also talking to a rat, which implies less positive things about his mental state. But hey, everybody needs a friend.
Right. So, to recap. He’s stuck at the bottom of a well, his leg is not supposed to be at that angle, there’s a ekimmara waiting to finish him off if he somehow does manage to get out of here and his best bud Mr. Rat will eat him down to bone if he doesn’t.
Fucking fabulous.
Well, one step at a time. He shucks his sword belt off his back, biting down hard on the blood-soaked leather. He gets two hands around his shin and yanks, biting the belt near in two as the bone pops back into place. He swears loudly, ramming his head back into the stone at the pain.
That’s sorted, he gingerly checks the wound, relieved when he finds that it’ll heal clean. It should only take a few days too - he can survive that long. Not that it’ll matter much, if he can’t get out of here.
Unbidden, an image of Eskel soaring 50 feet in the air springs into his mind. Granted, he would have broken his idiot skull if Geralt hadn’t been there to catch him, but -
Geralt’s isn’t here, but the well is only maybe 25 feet tall. Time to see how good his Aard is.
He settles into wait.