‘I should pay more attention to the Iyr’s stories,’ Adam thought, his eyes following the Order members who left. ‘Who would have thought that old dy retty strong?’

  Jaygak walked through the town in the evening. She ihe crisp cool air within her lungs, the heaviness of the chill relieving the burdens in her heart. She wandered aimlessly for a long while, ign the trailing shadow behind her, and though she thought to break away to tease him, she decided against it.

  “The sky in the North is so much darker,” Jaygak said, having taken a seat upon the wooden bench.

  “Yeah,” Adam replied.

  Their versation was silent, unspoken, as the pair rexed beside one another. Adam poured her a drink, and she poured him a drink, and the pair sat together. The alcohol warmed them up, allowing their thoughts to pass by. The half elf, who sometimes ossessed by genius, revealed the cheese he had brought, and the pair ate them slowly, until there was no more.

  Adam threw a look towards Jaygak, who remained focused on the sky. He pat his legs to break the silence, and hoisted himself up. “See you at the Guild, Jay.”

  “Okay.”

  Adam left, still feeling an awkwardness within him, but he was gd they had a short while together. He had no idea of the ure stepping out of the shadow who had taken his pce.

  “Okay?” Kitool asked.

  “Okay,” Jaygak replied.

  Their versation fell silent. The cool wind apahem, the critters of the night’s liveliness, and their soft breaths.

  “Kitool?”

  “Yes?”

  Jaygak turned her head to look at the young woman who had been there with her since her memories began. “I beat him?”

  “You did.”

  Jaygak turned her head, staring ahead of her once more, recalling the fight earlier in the day. The intense focus. The thunder which rocked through her, the fsh of holy magic, her body overing the magic with ease. Adam and Jurot, she was certaihinking of dying before losing. However, she was too weak to have such thoughts. She had wao put in a good show for her family, and somehow, somehow, she had mao defeat someone like Sir Rory Eastspear, of the Golden Spears.

  Tears fell down her cheeks, but the silence tinued between them. Finally, blowing her o her cloth, the young woman leaned over, staring down at the floor. She rested her head against the back of her backs, losing herself to her exhaustion ahoughts.

  “Let us return,” Kitool eventually said, holding out her hand.

  “Kitool.”

  “Yes?”

  “I think this is it.”

  Kitool felt her heart drop, but she fought off her feelings. “Okay.”

  The tour tinued. Adam fought again, for the third time, and the crowd began to realise that he had no doubt offended someone, or, perhaps, he wished to fight daily for renown. They respected both reasons, since, either way, he was fighting more than perhaps any other withiour.

  Jaygak fought a Priest the day, and though he oppressed her with his Spirit Sentinels, she shrugged off the invading magic which dared to strike her, aed him with her bde. Even now, she was still fused, since she was finding fighting far too easy for someone like her.

  Jurot almost crippled anure with his great strength, and the others began to uand why he seemed so fident, and why the Grand Duchess had sponsored him.

  Unfortunately for the group, the returns on their bets began to quickly dwindle, even for those bets for Jaygak.

  ‘At least Kitool is making us bank,’ Adam thought, though it didn’t surprise him o that she had beat all her foes.

  Jurot and Adam made their way through the town, towards the smoke in the distance where a smith still worked, even while the tour was in full swing. The smithy was built into the side of the mountain, and the smith was an old man, too old, almost as old as the Grand Duchess, but built like a bear. He was slightly taller than Adam, but easily carried the weight of one and half Adams. Bald, with a bandanna to catch his sweat, a thick beard, charred at the edges. He was hairy, his hair white, but Adam he brand against the side of his arm, that of a circle with four dots within the tre.

  ‘Whoa,’ Adam thought, eyeing up the steel across wall. Each was like typical steel, but lighter in shade, with specks of what seemed to be frost within. ‘Should I buy Larot one of these too?’

  The smith eventually stopped w on the small segment of steel, one which would take form of a dagger, and he pced it to one side. “What do you need?”

  “How much for one of your bdes?”

  “If you o ask, this is the wrong smithy for you, boy.”

  “You know, sometimes the North really does feel like the South,” Adam said, noting even Jurot threw him a look.

  The old man narrowed his eyes, inhaling sharply a moment. “One fifty for the swords dispyed on the racks, five hundred for the bde hung upon the wall.”

  “Jurot, what do you think? A sword for Larot, a pair of axes for Virot and Damrot?”

  “It would be best.”

  “Hmm,” Adam thought, gng around. “Are you a onsmith, or do you also make shields?”

  “I make shields, but I prefer w with icesteel.”

  “, or rather, should icesteel only be used for ons?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh. Why?”

  “Icesteel strikes harder than other steel.”

  “Ah.” Adam slowly nodded his head. “I’m a smith too, but I’m not really familiar with all the different types of steel.”

  The bear smith narrowed his eyes towards the half elf, before his eyes fell to Jurot. “Did you give the boy that shield?”

  “No.”

  “How did he e to get it?”

  “My cousin, Turot, gifted it to him.”

  “I heard that the Mad Dog took a Viander’s arm, of the Bck Moon.”

  “He did.”

  “Why?”

  “She was cheeky.”

  ‘Yeah, he’s defihat old bastard’s grandson,’ the smith thought. “How is he?”

  “Well.”

  “Healthy?”

  “Yes.”

  The old smith bowed his head once, befoing around to the back, leaving the smithy unattended for a short moment. A few moments ter, he returned with an axe made of icesteel. “Take it.”

  Jurot gnced down towards it, noting the white wood, the white leather, and the pale steel speckled with blue. “Why?”

  “I made it a few years back. I thought one day I’d e across another one of you some time, and though the other d and ss were det, you woour, and I’ve bet a hundred on you winning, and more on each of yhts. sider it paid for from the winnings I’ll make.”

  “Okay,” Jurot said, accepting the axe from the smith, hoisting it up, feeling its weight even in his forearm.

  “Any ce you’ll use it during the tour?”

  “Phantom is greater.”

  “Phantom?”

  “It is an axe grandfather wished to use, but never did,” Jurot said, pulling out the axe, feeling the weight of it even in his hand. Though the bde itself was light, the wood was heavier.

  The smith held it, feeling its great magic within. ‘Si’s the Mad Dog, he might have thought it was to.’

  ‘ht, I didn’t make the axe,’ Adam thought. ‘Did I make Wraith then? No, it was gifted to me too…’ Adam frowned. ‘Oops. Well, teically, it’s n, since I was the oo ent it.’

  “It’s a good axe,” the smith said.

  “Yes,” Jurot replied, taking it back. “I will wiour.”

  “Do you have any shields in stock?” Adam asked. “I’d like to buy a few.”

  “My apprentices have made a few,” the old man said. “They’re sidered Master Smiths now, but they’re still a bunch of children.”

  “Children who are Master Smiths?” Adam asked, raising his brow.

  ‘Oh,’ Adam thought, upon seeing the other old, but less old, men that worked the various fes nearby.

  “What are you doing here, old-,” a smith said, before notig Jurot. ‘Those tattoos…’

  “This boy here’s the Mad Dog’s grandson, and the boy in the Iyr’s purple is his brother.”

  “Looks a little young to be the Mad Dog’s brother, but he is a half fae,” the smith joked.

  “They’re looking for shields.”

  “They don’t have to look far, they’re carrying them.”

  ‘Damn, these guys are worse than me,’ Adam thought.

  ‘…’ Jurot wasn’t sure if he agreed with his brother’s facial expressions, but he wasn’t far off.

  ‘That crimson shield…’ a smith thought, staring at it for a long while. ‘Is he really reted to the Mad Dog?’ She gnced across Adam’s fad his leaf shaped ears. ‘Is he a child of the Mad Dog’s children?’

  ‘We should definitely buy a bunch of shields,’ Adam thought. ‘We o give some to our adorable cousins tht? Well, what about ons? Little Jitool won’t use a shield, will she? So a staff? Of icesteel?’

  Jurot se, gng aside to his brother, who had that kind of look on his face. He was gd the pair had beeing on their fights. “We require een shields, made of typical steel. For icesteel ons, teswords, five staves.”

  A smith began to jot dowems the Iyrman required, noting down the prices beside each item.

  “How many axes and swords?” Adam asked.

  “Thirteen axes, six swords,” Jurot said.

  “Add those in too. It’s unfair if we buy one group half the equipment just because they use twice as many things. We should equip them wholly.”

  “We will o procure an item for Saygak too.”

  “Not a sword and-, ah, right.” Adam paused. ‘What are we meant to buy for him?’ “A staff too?”

  “Okay.”

  ‘So…?’

  Thirteen battleaxes, six longswords, teswords, six staves, and een shields.

  “Are the greatswords also one fifty, or are they more?” Adam asked.

  “They are two hundred.”

  “How much are the shields?”

  “Ten, for basic shields. Twenty if you want something which looks better.”

  “Let’s grab the fauff. So that’s…” Adam paused, taking out his book. “Thirty five, which is one fifty for each, except…’ Adam realised there robably an easier way to do it. “You said twenty for each shield? That’s, let’s round it up, to four huotal. Alright, well I’m not going to pay just that, let’s round it up again, so six thousand and two hundred. sider the additional, seventy gold, as a tip.”

  “Shall we pay half now, or should we wait for the end of the tour?” Jurot asked.

  “Let’s pay now.”

  “We will not have as much gold to bet.”

  “Ah,” Adam replied, thinking. “How about we pay the seventy gold now, that way you know we have full iions of buying. If we don’t e back, you get to keep the . If we do, we’ll pay for the rest at the time?”

  The bear smith gowards the Iyrman, who nodded. “So seventy gold now, six thousand one hundred and thirty ter, and we will begin f then?”

  “We’ll probably order once we wiour, if you have the items in stock, then please slip them aside.”

  “Okay,” the smith replied. He had handed over to Jurot a on that had been worth five hundred gold, but it appeared that he was going to make so much more iurn.

  “Oh! “Adam said. “ you also make small scales out of icesteel, or whatever als you have?”

  “Yes?”

  “How much for each scale?” Adam asked, showing the vague size and shape he wanted.

  “It would depend oal, but a few copper to a silver per scale.”

  “Then please make a bunch of those, and I’ll pay for those upfront. Say…” Adam paused. “Depends on how many you make per day. Wait, actually, please make them bigger, like.” Adam froze again, thinking deeply.

  ‘…’ Jurot eyed up Adam, who was defihinking something serious.

  “ you instead make little…” Adam frowned. “Damn it.”

  “What is wrong?”

  “Little items of metal are pretty bad to give to kids. They’ll su them and there’s a ce they’ll choke.”

  “What of bands?”

  “Bands?” Adam replied.

  “Sometimes the children like to wear bands over their arms.”

  “Ah,” Adam said. “That’s a good idea.”

  “That is more in the realms of jewellery, but we make them,” the bear smith stated.

  “Then please, some of those, and make sure their edges are smooth.”

  “Metalwork of the North is used to cut beasts, not children.” The old bear smith flexed his muscles, and the other smiths did simir, full of pride.

  “Oh,” Adam said. “Jurot, let’s win, and buy the ons, and then when we make our way back, let’s kill a bunch more hydras!”

  “Firesteel is better for dealing with hydras,” the old bear smith said. “We have some too. Not enough for so many ons.”

  “Hmm…” Adam frowned. ‘Damn. Firesteel sounds so cool.’

  “Please make the swords out of firesteel,” Jurot said.

  “Will you be staying through the Twilight Month?” the bear smith asked.

  Adam gnced away, uo respond, though Jurot nodded.

  “Wyvern got your tongue, boy?”

  “I got married st Twilight Month, and I’ll miss our first anniversary, so that’s why I have to wiour.”

  “I see,” the old bear smith replied, vaguely uanding Adam’s thoughts. ‘He’s a little queer, but he’s got a Notherner’s spirit.’ “We’ll begin work soon on the ons and shields we do not have in stock, and you return some time during the Twilight Month for your work.”

  “We might e by during the start of the year instead,” Adam said.

  “Alright.”

  “Do you make rings too?” Jurot asked.

  “I .”

  “I would like a ring of icesteel.”

  “It is quite cold.”

  Jurot blinked. “You are right.”

  “What about a box made of icesteel? Pam might like that.”

  “Yes, that-,” Jurot began, only to pause into his thoughts. “No. It must be a ring, for our anniversary.”

  “ht.” Adam thought. ‘Should I get a ring too? No, I ’t get the same thing.’ “Wait, Jurot, should it be a ring? She is a baker, it might get in the way?”

  “Hmm.” Jurot crossed his arms. “A neckce?”

  “Yeah. That makes sense. What should I get for Vonda? A ring? No. A bracelet. I’d like seven bracelets made of whatever metal, fairly smallish, and a bigger bracelet made of, oh, not icesteel, but… something a little nicer.”

  “Pay a hundred gold now and we’ll sider it part of the order,” the smith said, before his thoughts fell on the most obvious thoughts one could think of in this moment. ‘Are they really the Mad Dog’s grandchildren?’

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