Omen: 4, 6

  Jurot stepped into a building, one which had been ged from the st time he had been io it. A silver fox of an Iyrman waited for him while he sipped tea. As Jurot approached, he pushed forward a tray of snacks. He jaw was chiselled, as though Iromin had carved it out of marble. Greyish hair fell down to his shoulders. At a side was a fil, though none could think it was impractical, for the tag which hung loosely across his chest glihe blueish silver of mithril.

  “Elder Lykan,” Jurot greeted.

  “Jurot,” the Elder replied, reag into his robes, taking out a letter, sealed with red wax. The colour of the paper, the texture, the colour of the wax, the way it was stamped, the way the letter had been folded, it all meant something to those who would receive it.

  Jurot picked up the letter and slid it into his furs, keeping it safe against his chest. It was the safest pce the letter could be. “Okay.”

  Without expining anything, Lykan bowed his head, dismissing the young man. Jurot left, asking the Front Iyr Elder nothing. He was an Iyrman. He had beerusted a matter that o be dealt with, and that was that.

  Adam double, triple, and quadruple checked everything. He had more than enough money, most of it in gems. “Do you guys have your diamonds?” Adam asked, gng at his panions. Vonda, Dunes, Kitool, and Jurot had all been given a diamond worth hundreds of gold, just in case something happened. Adam also had one of the diamonds, which could be used to quickly bring back the dead.

  “We do, Adam,” Vonda said, for the sed time that day, but not the sed time that week.

  Ign the gems used ting back the dead, as well as those used for spells, they had easily three hundred gold in the party fund, and Adam personally brought roughly three hundred gold too. He gnced around, noting all the members of the party. There were a lot of them now, so their daily expenses would be quite high.

  Fortunately, the Iyr hahem a crate of food, which Jurot had strapped to his back. Somehow, he seemed fine carrying the crate, though it held about a month’s worth of dried food for the entire group.

  ‘I could always use Goodberry, I suppose,’ Adam thought. ‘One Mana to feed ten people isn’t a terrible deal. Two Mana will deal with most everyohough, I suppose I shouldn’t rely too muy magic?’

  Once Adam prepared himself mentally, with o look towards the Iyr, the group set off. Adam and the trio of Iyrmehe way, with Fred and Jonn c their rear. The rolling hills of the Iyr had given away to the gentle pins ahead, the forest on the horizon.

  The vilge was a wele sight, the wooden walls ing around it like a protective b, and pared to the Iyr, the walls seemed er than such. The vilge guards squiheir eyes towards the rge group, and noting its size and the purple armour, they realised which group this small army beloo.

  “Chief Merl!” Adam called, noting the older woman. She was short, barely able to reach Adam’s chest with the top of her head, and in her fifties. She was bundled within thick furs, wearing a scale mail over her torso, a belt ed around it to keep it pio her. Ao her side, but a spear in hand.

  “You’ve e again,” she said, eyeing up the other Iyrmen, bowing her head to them. “It’s always a pleasure to see you.”

  “The pleasure is all ours,” Adam insisted, shaking her forearm. “The Undead cause you any trouble?”

  “With Iyrmen at our sides? Not at all.”

  “Iyrmen?” Adam asked. “Are they still in the vilge?”

  “Some,” Merl replied, gng past him. “I heard the Iyr closed its gates. Dark news. I’ve never heard the Iyr do anything like that before.” Merl rubbed her forehead, trying to ighe terrible thoughts ing to her mind. She had heard old tales of the Iyrmen, when they had warhe nearby vilges of their assault. “Is everything alright?”

  “The Iyr is well,” Jurot firmed.

  “A shame with the war and all,” Merl said, ging the topic quickly. She had been the Chief since she was young, and being the Chief of the vilge right at the Iyr’s borders, uood how to act when it came to the Iyrmen. “Do you have anyone fighting in the war?”

  “My grandfather,” Jurot said.

  “You probably saw him,” Adam added. “He’s got one arm.”

  “Yes, I remember him,” Merl said, thinking back to when the group made their way through the vilge. She narrowed her eyes slightly as an older, long fotten memory. “I think I met yrandfather when he was a young man. I had just bee the Chief when he passed by. He was one of the wildest Iyrmen I had seen at the time. He carried with him a…”

  Adam picked up the red shield at his back. “A red shield?”

  “Yes, a shield just like that one,” she admitted.

  “That’s because it was this one,” Adam said. “He gifted it to his grandson, and then my little Cousin gifted it to me.”

  “May I?” Merl reached out for it. Adam ha over, allowio hold it. She stroked the shield gently, feeling the ridges. It tingled with magic. “It’s ented?”

  “The Iyr retly came in tact with an enter, and well, actually, some of us work for the Enter,” Adam said, smiling ily. “In fact, many of our ons were ented by them.”

  “That is wonderful.” Merl smiled, returning the shield. “Is Nobby finally an Expert? I have been waiting frandchildren for some time now. My Merl won’t remain young forever.”

  “He’s not quite an Expert yet, but he’s quite strong,” Adam said, smiling coyly. “Strong enough that he scares me. I’m sure by the end of the year he’ll bee an Expert.”

  “Didn’t you say that st year?”

  “Yeah, but st year we met with a mohat nearly killed us all, so…” Adam paused. “Did I tell you I have children now?”

  “Children?” Merl asked. “You do?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got some children now. You remember the Goblins?”

  “Yes?” Merl replied, cautiously. “I do.”

  “I adopted them as my own, and I also have triplets, from myself and…” Adam thought for a moment. He was certain Merl had met Entalia before, though she was disguised as an Elf. ‘Did she also arrive as a Dragon? I remember she used her ice abilities but…’ “A lovely woman friend.”

  “Not your wife?” Merl asked, her lips pulled taut.

  “Unfortunately not,” Adam replied, smiling ily. He didn’t want to admit he was a virgin with five children, but at the same time, telling everyone his children were Entalia’s children from another life was far more awkward. “Perhaps I’ll be able to marry some time soon?”

  “Perhaps,” the Chief replied, before inviting them ihe entleman, Asa, passed through the year before, but I haven’t seeher gentleman who assisted us. Lord Strom, was it?”

  “Ah.” Adam cleared his throat. “He, uh… he passed away.”

  “Oh,” Merl said, frowning. “That is a shame.”

  “Yeah,” Adam replied. “Actually…” Adam paused again, realising that he probably couldn’t give up more information. He cleared his throat again. “He was quite close to my sister, and I’m not sure she really uands he’s gone.”

  “Your sister is still young, isn’t she?”

  “She turwo retly.”

  “I fear she won’t remember him,” Merl said. “They never do at that young.”

  “A shame.” Adam sighed.

  “It is.”

  The Chief led them to the tre, where a handful of Iyrmen sat. Adam vaguely reised the symbols on some of their foreheads, but hadn’t met any of them before. There were a few younger Iyrmen about his age, but most were ie twenties or early thirties, with a few which were older. One was older than the Chief, the Iyrman in her sixties or so, with a mithril token dangling at her side.

  ‘Level 11 at least, I think? No, 13?’ Adam thought, w how strong she was.

  Jurot went to speak with the Iyrmen, while Adam and the others settled within the vilge tre, with people moving out of the various buildings to allow them to sleep there that night.

  The group almost numbered twenty, so Adam pced down two gems within the Chief’s palms. She stared up at the Half Elf, w if she should accept it.

  “Please,” Adam said.

  “Your children, are they being raised in the Iyr?” Merl asked.

  “They are. For now.”

  “Do they accept Goblins in the Iyr?”

  Adam smiled, though it faltered for a moment. “Apparently so. My Aunt, Jurot’s mother, treats them like they are her grandchildren.”

  “They are mrandchildren,” Jurot said, settling himself down near Adam. “They are my nieces and nephews.”

  Adam looked to Merl, shrugging his shoulders. “It is what it is, I suppose.”

  “It’s good fortune for your children to be raised within the Iyr,” Merl said. “They will grow well.”

  “They should remain small and cute forever,” Adam replied, sternly.

  Merl sighed, but smiled. She had met Adam a few times over the st couple of years, but she was certain she uood him. “I will leave you to your business.”

  “You don’t want to hear about my children?” Adam asked. “Jirot keeps bullying me, Chief. How she do that to her father?”

  Merl retreated, leaving Adam be. Adam smiled to Jurot. “I’ve found a way to keep out of trouble. I just gush about my children and annoy people away.”

  “Okay,” Jurot replied, unsure of what to say.

  Adam gnced around to the rest of the group. ‘Right. I’m representing the Enter now, so I probably should be more mature.’ “We o quest a bunch this year to gain more strength, and to make more money. I don’t have mu the party funds.”

  “There is still money within the bank,” Kitool said.

  “The bank?”

  “You pced some within the bank si was too much to carry.”

  “I did?” Adam thought. “That sounds too smart for me. How much is in the bank?”

  “Over ohousand gold.”

  Adam whistled. “Jurot, am I a genius?”

  “There are times when you are wise,” the Iyrman admitted.

  Adam narrowed his eyes. “Then I guess we’re a little more free than I expected. We should figure out what to do once we’re in Red Oak.”

  Red Oak, which was the own to the vilge and the Iyr, and a part of South Aldnd.

  South Aldnd, which was uhe rule of a new king, King Harold Merryweather, and currently rebelling against Aldnd.

  ‘I wonder if the mert is there.’

  Adam is simultaneously 200IQ and 20IQ.