After all the things youve been through, all the monsters youve fought? Fey asked. I didnt do that to be seen as a monster. I just liked doing it. Kind of prefer to be ignored when I enter a city, she said. The elf laughed. Very well. I understand in a way. Though with your high level, few reasonable people should ignore you. Perhaps I too should find some common clothes to experience what it means to be a normal human. Eh, if youre level fifty, pretty much every adventurer just shows question marks. Also Im sure theres a tailor around somewhere, Ilea said with a smirk. She definitely wanted to see the elf act like a harmless human. He grinned. You use gold pieces in exchange for things, right? May I borrow some? You can have them, Ive got plenty. Just ask what things cost before you give them everything, she said and handed him a few pieces. I know that much. Humans and your deceptive ways, he said with fake disdain. You just cant accept that a level twenty shop owner could win a battle of wits with you, Ilea said. He looked at her. Perhaps youre right. Then I shall go and see who will win the upcoming battle, Fey said. Can I mark you? Would be easier to find you afterwards, Ilea said. Of course, Feyrair said and offered his hand, the spell forming a rune on the back of his hand. Cursed by Lilith. Spectacular. Go away, Ilea said, looking at the laughing elf who slowly made his way through the small town. Dont kill people, she added in a low whisper that only those with enhanced hearing would pick up. He just waved her off. Ilea let him be, hoping he wouldnt create issues for them as she made her way through the muddy streets and towards the inn. The building looked run down but built on a sturdy stone base, a broad thatched roof with long faded color showing its age. An unconscious man with a large belly sat near the entrance with his back to the wall, the smell of alcohol and puke quite apparent. Charming little town, Ilea thought, looking at the two horses drinking from the through nearby. She already inspected the various people inside with her sphere, going up the steps before she opened the heavy wooden door. Inside she found a common room with a few wooden tables and chairs, a large hearth to the right with a fire burning within. Oil lamps illuminated the rest of the room with a few windows still letting in some of the sunlight from outside. The atmosphere seemed solemn, about a dozen patrons present, most of them silent and focused on their mugs. Only a few even glanced her way, murmuring to their friends about outsiders. One made a comment about healing orders as well. Ilea already focused on her target, a woman sitting at the bar with her back to the entrance. The most attentive one here, and shes not even looking my way, Ilea thought with a smile. She walked over and sat down at the bar a few meters away from her, glancing at the inn keeper. A burly man in his forties, handsome and with a hard look. A large greatsword was fastened to the underside of the counter, the man being the likely wielder. Ale, she said and placed a silver coin on the counter, glancing at the woman to her left. The man filled a mug and placed it down close to her. Youre new. Healing Order, or looking for work? Neither. Im looking for someone, Ilea said and summoned another piece of silver, smiling at the mans reaction to her storage item. Haya tensed up a little but didnt show it, still not looking her way. And who is a healer looking for in Samethol? the innkeeper asked, leaving the coin on the counter. A healer came here and took a job recently. Clearing out a mine, sightings of Shredders. Im looking for him, Ilea said. Lad went to the mine over a week ago, havent seen him since, the man said and took the coin. Mad look that one. I suggest you forget about it. Youre a Sentinel too? Haya finally asked, sipping on her ale. Ilea nodded to the innkeeper and tasted the beverage. Yes. Ive come to make sure hes not in trouble. The woman looked at her now, two green eyes taking her in. She wore sturdy leather armor, gray in color and worn. Two small crossbows hung from her belt, various quivers fastened to the back of it. An additional two large hunting knives and various pouches hung from another belt strapped diagonally around her torso. Messy blond hair had been tamed into a simple bun, a gray leather tricorn hat similar to the one of the guard near the wall rested on her head. Her face showed signs of old scars, her mouth tightened into a perpetual frown. He was wild. Came here covered in blood and stinking like a drunk monster. Not the best first impression. I apologize on his behalf, Ilea said. No. Certainly not, the woman said. Ilea sighed. Did he kill anyone? Haya sipped on her ale again. No. Thought a few of the less bright miners took offense at his behavior. He didnt even flinch when they punched him. Bottles shattered on his skull. He simply asked me about the Shredder job when I interrupted the one sided brawl, showing the tattered note. Are you sure youre from the same Order? Organization, Ilea said and smiled. Yes, Im sure. Though perhaps Ill have to have a talk with him about his hygiene. The woman sighed. Good luck with that. Barely listened to me and was off when I told him of the mines location. Would you be so kind as to share that location with me too? Ilea asked. And youll go rescue him? Im sorry lass, but you dont strike me as the cavalry. Not after what he showed here. I know your organization was supposedly founded by Lilith herself, but I suggest you get a team together first. Maybe even locals who now the mine, if any are willing to go back in there, Haya said. Ilea finished her drink in a single swig. So you want me to get into a brawl too? I would appreciate if you dont. I can see that youre strong, but if you dont take this seriously, youll die just like he did. Shredders are not your common monsters, Haya said. Ilea smirked. Frightening monsters, yes. The location? Dont give me that attitude, girl. No matter what your level is, if you dont know what youre facing, youll die. And I wont have another adventurer lost in my town. So get a team and come back to me, Haya said and motioned to the barkeep, her mug filled yet again. I suppose Fey was right in some ways. But isnt this the best part of this charade? Ilea thought and activated her Deviant aura. Everyone in the room froze, Haya immediately jumping up and grabbing her crossbows, aiming at Ilea with a dangerous look in her eyes. Her breathing was rugged, her heart beating quickly, but she was in control still, not pissing herself like some of the patrons. Ilea did feel a little about the latter but she wanted to get the point across, feeling a little offended at how she was treated. She was one of the founders of the Sentinels after all. Try me, she said, standing up with her mug still in her hand. Dont. Come closer, Haya said through gritted teeth. Ilea casually walked towards her, smirking when the bolts were released. She let them hit her neck, the wooden bolts breaking against her skin, pieces falling to the stone floor when her aura vanished. Ilea sipped on her ale and smiled at the terrified expression on the womans face. The location, if you please, she said. To her credit, Haya had put away her crossbows, both knives in hand, magic flowing around her. Sweat dripped from her brow as she glanced at the innkeeper. Calm down, the man said to Haya, his hand hovering close to the handle of his large sword. The door opened and a man dressed in a black velvet doublet and a kilt stepped inside, his head covered in a round metal helmet with wings of steel fastened to each side. Here you are! Ilea burst out laughing, nearly spilling her drink as she steadied herself on the bar. The rest of the patrons started chuckling too, the tension of the moment fading away for a moment. What is it? Feyrair asked. I think I look splendid. Ilea calmed down, brushing away tears as she nodded. Oh my dear, you do. Wonderful really. Do I not look normal? Feyrair asked one of the men sitting nearby. Lad, you look like a jester, the man answered, shaking his head as if he couldnt believe what had just transpired, looking into his mug as if to determine the state of reality. Ilea offered her mug to the innkeeper. Another one, and I still need that location. Haya had calmed down too, still gripping her knives as she glanced between Ilea and Feyrair. You Sentinels definitely know how to make an impression. Hes not a Sentinel, Ilea said. Ill take you there myself, Haya said and nodded to the innkeeper. He looked at her for a long moment before he grabbed Ileas mug and refilled it. I appreciate it, she said. Thanks, she added, taking the mug and walking towards the door. I combined the pieces I liked most, Fey said to her when she walked past. Ilea smiled. You do you. Might be a trend if you keep it up. But I suggest a simple robe or duster, brown or black pants and shirt, maybe a hood. Sounds boring, the elf said and followed her, Haya stepping out behind them. How far is it? Ilea asked. Haya reloaded her crossbows and fastened them back to her hip. Half an hour if we run. With you, we could ignore the roads. Sounds good, Ilea said and reformed her ashen armor, spreading her wings a moment later. Well fly. Haya stared at her for a full two seconds, blinking a few times afterwards. Alright. She grabbed the hand Ilea held out to her, ashen limbs fanning out to envelop the tense woman. Point me in the direction. Haya did as she was asked to, Ilea ascending quickly before she sped up, followed by the handsomely dressed Feyrair, some of the common folk in the town watching them rush off. This way, Haya said, looking down at the quickly moving landscape. Theres the main entrance. Ilea landed and let go of the woman, stepping closer to the open cave entrance supported by beams of wood, small tracks of steel leading into the darkness beyond. Feyrair landed and joined her.
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