John Edgell

The Jewel John Edgell

Dyrk hated to admit it, even to himself, but his own comfort was all that really mattered to him. But at the moment, Baruch, the ruler of the realm, the Composer of the music of life, was sitting in a chair in his living room. "A...a treasure...stole...stolen from you?" "Indeed," said Baruch, "a jewel, a gem most precious to me was stolen almost from under my nose. I believe it has been taken to Black Mountain far to the North where dwarves do business with a witch who goes by the name of Nith." Dyrk gulped and tried to smile. "And you want m...me to...to..." "Yes, I have chosen you to find the jewel and return it to me." Dyrk's shoulders drooped. He had no desire to be "chosen" to go find Baruch's stolen gem, but he had not been given a choice. So much for his comfort! "You will recognize the stolen jewel when you see it, for there is no other like it."