The captain’s pouch was heavy with gold, however, other issues were still present. He had hoped the mass influx of Iyrmen didn’t request to e onto his ship, and while the rgest group of Iyrmen had paid to e on board, they were in a mixed group of Aldishmen and Aswadians. His prayers had been answered, but roups had offered to board his ship, quite a lot of , though they seemed to be more troublesome than the polite Iyrmen who had offered him so much to take them to East Port.

  He eyed up the warrior in purple and the Iyrman, w what the pair of Iyrmen were going to do to the two group who were ready to brawl. The glint of steel they wore meant they were capable, but were they capable enough for the likes of those two infamous warriors?

  “This is why you drakken should stay in your nds up north,” the adveated, his lips f a wider smirk.

  The drakken, her scales a shimmering brass uhe noonval sun, snarled. She was a drakken, obvious by the scales across her neck, and the small horns which peeked through her short hair. It was also obvious she was from the east, since most drakken from the north had white or silver scales. However, it wasn’t as though the adventurer was going to show her such de, no, there was no doubt that it was on purpose.

  “Enough talking!” she shough her lips formed a slightly smirk. “You Aldish always like to talk with your mouths, but we speak with our bdes.” Her hand twitched towards her bde.

  “And mighty bdes they are,” Adam called, approag the group which made their way from the east. “Especially yours, but who doesn’t know how mighty your bde is?” Adam reached over to pat the drakken woman’s babsp;

  She turned swiftly, reag for her bde and made to strike, but the glint of purple caused her to stop. “Ha! What are you doing here?”

  “Stopping a fight from breaking out, apparently,” Adam said, extending out his hand, shaking the woman’s forearm. “I see you’re still eager to fight as always, Vasera.”

  The older man eyed up the pair of newers, though his eyes fell to Jurot’s, and remained fixed within the Iyrman’s eyes. “Iyrman.”

  “Thorn,” Jurot replied.

  The older man narrowed his eyes. It wasly a surprise he was noticed, sidering he was a steel rank adventurer who was b silver, but for the Iyrman to be so firm even in the face of him, there was something unnerving about it.

  “I was going to teach this kotha a lesson,” Vasera said, her eyes returning back to the older man, whose gaze met hers once more. “e. Draw your bde. Once I spill your blood, we will be done of this.”

  Adam shook Rook’s forearm. “I see you’ve been hard at work trying to keep everyone alive.”

  Rook smiled slightly in response, shrugging his shoulders. “What I do to keep her at bay? I was uo keep her from drinking much this m. Not even the promise of firewine from East Port could mao keep her from the sailor’s piss they sold.”

  “Vasera,” Adam called, patting her shoulder gently. “Let’s not cause any trouble for the captain, who is being so kind to allow us to board his ship.”

  “There is no such kindness when aid him his gold,” Vasera replied, crag her neck from side to side.

  “Look, let’s, you know, be nice for the captain, who will surely appreciate us taking a step back.”

  “Step back when this kotha wishes to fight?” Vasera asked. “I have my reputation to sider!”

  “Beating an Aldishman twice ye isn’t quite as impressive as you think it sounds,” Adam said. “We o show our elders appropriate respect, evehey say ridiculous nonsense, because they’re already one foot in the grave.”

  Jurot’s head turned slowly to gaze upon his brother. He blinked. Even the Aldishman who had started bother with the Golden Savage turned his head to look upon the newer in purple. Dunes exged a look with Vonda. Only yesterday, the young half elf ale with fright, and this m he was so eager to cause trouble.

  “Hah,” the advehe leader of the Hard Thorn party, called out. “Who are you, boy?”

  “Me?” Adam replied. “I’m a nobody, just some guy who rahird in the noonval tour. My brother here, however, ranked first.”

  Vasera also turo face Adam. “If you are a nobody pg third, then who am I when I pced fourth?”

  “You were just unlucky,” Adam replied, shrugging his shoulder. “Unlucky enough to face me.”

  “Are you pig a fight with me?” Vasera asked, her lips f a wider grin. “We will see whether it is you or I who has the bad luck!”

  “I’m not ied in finding that out,” Adam said, his eyes meeting the Aldishman’s.

  The Aldishmen eyes up the group, noting their gear, which was quite det. He presumed they wielded magical ons, which was more than fine, sihat was the entire point. His group, six members strong, mirr the Golden Savages across from him, stood at the ready. Unfortunately for them, two more had e to assist the Golden Savages, though that was no problem at all, it just gave them better justification for self defenbsp;

  “A nobody has e to help you?” Ralph, the leader of the Hard Thorn party, asked. “Isn’t that just what you need, Golden Bitch?”

  Vasera tilted her head, her jaw g, her brow pulsing. Rook pced a hand at her elbow, trying to calm her down. There articur word which always caused her to flush red, not because it annoyed her, but because it meant the other person wao fight, and she was not oo deny a fight.

  Ralph gowards the other Iyrman roached, a woman wielding a staff. “How many nobodies have e to help you?”

  Jurot’s eyes darkened as he gred at Ralph, but he listeo Kitool’s whisper, before pausing. “Vasera, step back.”

  “Do you think I’ll step back because you asked?”

  “No,” Jurot said. “I would prefer it if you did not step baay fight you.” Jurot, like Vasera, en to fight, and would prefer it if they did e to blows. However, if one of the Thorns was gng at a nearby guard, it meant there was something else going on here, and causing trouble in Bark Port, a town withi Aldnd, which was so close to Floria, would only lead to difficulties for them.

  “If you want to fight, let’s fight,” Vasera said, reag for her bde once more.

  “Hey,” Adam said, his voice low. “It’s hot. I put on my armour like an idiot. I really want to take it off, but here I am, trying to settle you both down so I get on the ship peacefully while sweating bullets. I really don’t like the heat, it makes me all itchy, and the stress of the past few days isn’t helping at all.”

  Jurot could hear the reverberations in Adam’s voice. There ent up annoyahin it, something Adam had pushed down the past few days. There was also something else, an apprehension, one which had pgued Adam while they had travelled through Floria. However, they were no longer in Floria, but i Ald Aldnd, to Adam, was very different to West, North, or tral Aldnd.

  “I’m so close to meeting with the Duchess, and if yoing to fuck it up, at least do it once we’re finally i Port! If yoing to fight now…” Adam inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. He gnced over his shoulder to his panions. He motioned his head to the Iyrmen in his group, who so eagerly stepped forward, even Laygak and Jaygak who were not wearing their armour. “Sir Vonda, Dunes, if you notice things have gooo far, mind breaking up the fight?”

  Jonn remaianding there awkwardly. He was meant to be Adam’s bde, but he was not told to step forward. He stood near Sir Vonda, as well as the demons, who remained silent, though Lucy’s eyes seemed longing at the approag fight. Nobby also remained silent, standing awkwardly. Britta out a sigh, gd she was not expected to join the fray.

  As the Iyrmen of Fate’s Golden approached, a whistle blew from nearby, before a pair of guards approached, each wearing scale armour. Anroup of distant guards marched towards them, a guard in full pte leading the group, the other four adorned in scale.

  As the guards approached, they he aura the Iyrmen were giving off. It was an aura of excitement, an aura of trouble. The groups remaiill as the guards approached, the pair of guards upfront gng between them awkwardly before their captain approached.

  “What is the meaning of this?” the captain saking off his helmet to reveal a young face. He was in his early twenties, his eyes a deep blue like the o, his hair white as salt, revealing his ary to those who were set to guard the docks of Bark Port.

  “Business,” Jurot said.

  “What business is that, Iyrman?” the captain stated, gring at the young Iyrman.

  Jurot remained silent for a long moment. There were two paths before him, paths which he could not take while in Floria. Oh was that of business with the highest ranking noble of East Aldnd.

  A thought entered Adam’s mind. He had called forth the Iyrmen only because he was sure they’d be eager to fight, and because they probably wouldn’t kill people if he asked. Sir Vonda watg over the situation could have smoothed over some issues, but the other reason he had called for the Iyrmen was because of a rule he had internalised.

  Jurot thought of the other path. It ath which had been grao him through the Iyr’s dealings with Aldnd, that which had been granted by blood and steel.

  Any Iyrman who itted a crime within Aldnd would be judged only by the Iyr.

  ‘Damn it.’ Adam was fairly certain murder was also included withiatement.

  Call a priest.

  But not for me.

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