Chapter 11: Ice Witch

Gerald leads me into his well-kept shop, a tasteful place that shows the man’s quiet wealth. He leads me to a set of chairs, both of which are covered in soft fur. Martha, Gerald’s wife, waves at me from the kitchen.

I wave back as I sit down in the chair offered to me. I take in a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. Shar jumps into my lap in her cat form, curling up.

Gerald looks at the cat, then glances at me with a smile. “You look like you need rest.” He sits down across from me as his wife comes into the room and pours us both some tea.

I smile wryly as I open my pack and empty it onto the table in front of Gerald. “I’ll sleep well tonight, I’m sure.”

Gerald leans close, no doubt using his own skill to appraise the Artifacts. I describe each of their uses as he goes over them, knowing that our appraisal skills can give us different information.

What follows is a short haggling session. I trust Gerald to give me a good price on the artifacts, but I also need him to find people for a full delve. Mages are expensive and rare, and if there aren’t any in the city that want to go, we might just have to go without one. Even then, we need to find people that can keep their mouths shut. I didn’t forget my promise to the Vishten in the ruin and I don’t want the people I bring to be talking about them.

After we finish our haggling, Martha comes into the room with the agreed amount of money. Gerald tells me that he should have a group ready in two days. I keep one of the defensive talismans and fire wands as well as the books for myself.

I stretch as we finish up, causing Shar to jump off of my lap. “Thank you to the both of you. It’s always a pleasure to do business with you.”

“Of course Leo!” Gerald hesitates slightly before continuing, “Has there been any news from your Mentor?”

I shake my head and stand up. “Nothing, not that I was expecting anything.”

“Do say hi for me if you see him.” Gerald says, standing up with me and moving to the door.

“I will.”

We shake hands one final time, then I step out of the back door of the shop, Shar a step behind me.

I keep a close eye on my pouch of money as I make my way back to the inn, wary of any thieves. Eventually, we return safely to the large inn. Cheerful music pours out from the door as I open it to the well lit tavern of the first floor. Laughter and the sound of rolling dice give the place a nice atmosphere.

I don’t see Keve, which probably means that he’s still up in the room. I smile at a barmaid, catching her attention. “I’d appreciate a cup of the house ale and whatever soup is on the stove.”

The barmaid smiles, accepting the coin I give her and sashays off towards the bar. I surreptitiously hand Shar the bag of money “Could you take this up to the room? You’re free to do whatever you want after that.”

She nods her cat head, taking the bag and walking away.

I find a nice spot at a card table. The table is playing for coppers, so I decide to join in for a hand as I wait for my food and drink.

Two men and an older woman sit at the table, smiling and chatting away as we play. One of the men is likely a warrior of some kind, his face grizzled from a hard life. A long scar covers his left eye. He introduces himself as Grildor

The second man is younger, and likely has a scout class if I had to guess. His eyes are sharp, catching everything. He’s a good storyteller, cracking up the rest of the group. His name is Daron

I can’t pinpoint the older woman’s class, but she’s clearly well traveled. Her gray hair is let loose around her shoulder, and she’s still in good shape for her age. She never introduces herself, but the others call her Libby.

I lose the first hand, but I don’t really mind since my food and drink arrives shortly after.

“I’m Leo by the way, not sure if I introduced myself.” I say, taking a sip of my drink as they deal me into another hand.

“Well met Leo!” Daron says, glancing at his own hand. “What brings you to this town of thieves and the desperate?”

“I’m an Explorer class, so I make my living out here in the frontier.” I answer, taking a sip of my drink to hide the fact that I got a bad hand. “What about the three of you? I can tell you’re not from around here.”

Daron smiles, “We originally went to the Local Stronghold, looking for work with our mercenary crew.” He slaps Grildor on the back, causing the grizzled warrior to frown. “But Grildor here got on the bad side of the local Lord and was promptly kicked from the mercenary crew and out of the city. Being the crazy friends we are, we followed him into exile.”

“Yer makin me look bad.” Grildor mutters.

“You don’t need us for that.” Libby says, smiling to take the sting out of her words.

Grildor opens his mouth to respond, but a young feminine voice interrupts him. “Hello there! Do you mind if I join you?”

I turn to look at the newcomer, my brain stalling slightly. A girl slightly younger than me stands at the end of our table. Her hair is a silver-blue, flowing like a waterfall down her back. She smiles, exposing a dimple on the left side of her mouth. Her sky blue eyes catch mine, her expression changing slightly as our gazes stay on each other.

I move over, making room on my side of the table. “We just dealt, I’m sure we can deal you in.”

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Daron nods. “Of course! You know the rules right?”

She sits down next to me as her hand is dealt. “I’ve played it before, but it’s been a while.”

Her clothes are made of a nice fabric, but are just a simple shirt and pants.

Her eyes catch mine, and I realize I’m staring. I hold out my hand, “I’m Leo by the way.”

She accepts my hand. Her skin is soft like a nobles, without the calluses that most people in the frontier have. “I’m Eyla. It’s nice to meet you! I’m embarrassed to say that I was listening in on your conversation. I heard you say that you’re an explorer? Have you seen the fallen cities?”

I shrug, “I’ve only seen one. Usually I explore the homes of ancient archmages or lords. Have you guys seen any?” I turn to the others.