Undertaking the Undertaking

"Ha ha ha ha" laughed Krulnor mirthfully (not mercifully, which is not always a good trait for barbarians to admit to). For indeed, the reading of the quest by the chief of Nelksun had revitalised him, as well as the blognovel.
"46 hedgehogs?" he scoffed, "I shall turn them into hedge-pork, hedge-bacon, and, uh, hedge-ham! They shall feel my wrath,and I shall lay waste to them, and bring my vengeance raining down upon them! They will rue the day that they ever set foot in wherever it is that they have set foot! Forsooth!"
"Thats the spirit mate!" the Nelksun chief said supportingly, like a supporting character in a blognovel might say.
And behold, the people of Nelksun threw Krulnor a launch party for his quest, and they dined upon pomegranetes, and guava fruits, and wild vension, and tiny sandwiches with toothpicks in them, and there was much jubilation, for behold, Krulnor had accepted the quest, and soon the village of Dleifekaw would be free from the hedgehogian tyranny that currently enslaved them.
And the people of Nelksun gifted Krulnor a new sword to replace the weapons he had eaten in his hunger, for which he was much grateful, and they also gifted him with a new loincloth, for which they were much grateful, for behold, they had beheld far too much of Krulnor during his recent stay.

And so, Krulnor set out from Nelksun, and travelled to the outskirts of Dleifekaw, which was relatively nearby, and there he stopped, for the outskirts was close enough to give him a vantage point, and getting any closer, to, say, the petticoats of Dleifekaw, would risk him being spotted by the 46 hedgehogs, and he wanted to think a little bit about his plan of action.

"Right," he muttered to himself, not because he couldn't formulate a plan in his head, but simply to allow any travelling minstrels or fledgling blognovelists who might be nearby to accurately ascertain his state of mind for any epic poem or wannabe blognovel they may choose to dedicate to his quest, "Herman's bow, Georgina's shield, and Percy's armour must all be hidden somewhere within the village. Usually these are in three separate locations, and usually they are guarded by some form of progressively more difficult to kill minions, and perhaps a boss monster with his own theme music. Now, if I were to hide a bow, a shield, and armour in this backwards village, where would I hide them?"

And peering down from his vantage point, Krulnor beheld that Dleifekaw was so backward, that it only had four buildings. And the fourth building was a large hall, into which streamed lines of tribute and slaves, and which could only contain the hedgehogs, leaving the other three buildings as the likely depositories for the three artifacts which he may need.

And Krulnor didst rejoice unto himself, and give himself a high-five, and dance a victory dance, for it seemed far too easy.

And perhaps it all was far too easy, and perhaps Krulnor should have been cautious.

But where was the fun in that?

And, deciding that there was no time like the present in which to retrieve the first artifact, Krulnor strode heroically towards the closest building, and kicked the door open.

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