I just wrote up all of Chapter 11 today and went over it with my co-author for Wurm's Blood and the scene is hilarious...he actually caught up to what I had written and we started to interchange a scene together on google drive.  It was a lot of fun as it dealt with Rambert and Eldgrim reuniting after being apart for 200 years...it was hard to remember that Dagmar and Eckerd were in the scene as they are not as loud as Rambert's and Eldgrim's personalities. 

Here's a little sample of the fun:
First Snippet:  

A group of children seemed to be growing around a makeshift fire pit not far from the wagon. The fire had died down to glowing embers with half burnt sausages staked to the ground near it. The nine children, boys and girls of various ages but none older than twelve, giggled and shouted out towards the wagon, “Magic! We wanna see magic! Please, heckenzauberer show us magic!”
   

     An annoyed bellow issued forth from the front of the wagon as a dark striped white bearded face emerged, “Silence! You noisy brats! You there, the fat one! Get away from those sausages!”


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Second Snippet:












     A nervous laugh had issued forth from the old man’s lips as he denied the claim, “Eldgrim?  Eldgrim...I know no such person.  I do not know what your game is here, but get out!”

    Rambert indignantly responded, “Get out? Well that is a rude greeting for someone you haven’t seen in ages. To think that after all this time I would be get outed by my good old friend Eldgrim.”
    
    In a rage now Hrothmund stood up too quickly and bumped his head against his fetishes sending them swaying and bumping into his face, “I am NOT!  I repeat NOT ELDGRIM!  I am Hrothmund.”
    
    It was then that Dagmar noticed that part of Hrothmund’s beard seemed to be falling off one side of his face.

   “Look, I know we didn’t part ways under the best of circumstances the last time I saw you but surely after two hundreds years we can let that slide.  Besides, if I can recognize you in that stupid get up and bad makeup surely you can recognize me, Rambert the Extraordinary Slayer of Wurms and Trolls.”  Rambert said a little put off with the Heckenzauberer.

     Hrothmund waved a dismissive hand, “Impossible.  Everyone knows Rambert died fighting the Savages of the North..though how with his immortality did confuse me.  But logic doesn’t matter in this situation.  All know that Rambert is dead and you my friend are nothing more than a very fine piece of gear work….although despite your insolent and foolish tongue I will give you two gold pieces for this gearwork so that I can study it.”

    “Impossible? I'm a talking head and you think it is preposterous that I'm your old friend who you share a blood bond with? You ungrateful blood drinker.” Rambert retorted still indignant.