257. An Enemy Of The Iyr
“An enemy of the Iyr?” Entalia repeated, cautiously. “Do you think I am stupid enough to make that mistake?”
“We do not care if you are intelligent or stupid,” the Chief replied. “We must refuse. We cannot allow weapons to be used against us. We have taken into account your friendship, but there are limits which must be respected.”
“What if he used the enchanting spires of Drakkenlan?” Entalia asked.
Adam’s ears twitched. ‘Enchanting spires? No, stop it Adam! You can’t be seduced by anything.’
“That is a matter between yourself and Adam,” the Chief said. “He may not use our shrines to create weapons which may be used against us.”
“Then, if I request a weapon from you in the future, will you co and enchant in our country?” she asked.
Adam sighed, thinking about the matter. ‘I guess?’ “If…” Adam continued to think. “If you provide transport from and to the Iyr each ti, probably. I’d need so ti to prepare, in case I have other plans. I don’t want to be enchanting too long, either, but I guess I could.”
“Those are agreeable conditions,” Entalia replied. “What is the limit of your ability?”
“First,” Adam said, raising a hand to pause the conversation. “How long does it take to get to Drakkenlan, or rather, the enchanting spires from here?”
“On foot?”
“Let’s be clear,” Adam said, firmly. “I will not be travelling on foot from the Iyr to Drakkenlan. If the journey takes more than a week, I am not interested.”
“A week?” Entalia said. “If you travelled on Wyvernback, it would take roughly a week, maybe ten days?”
“Then that’s fine,” Adam said. “I, apparently, can make weapons which are slightly higher than greater. Legendary, right?”
“Legendary?” Entalia almost choked. “What?”
“If it’s really basic, I an only the legendary bonus, no other extra stuff.”
‘What the…’ Entalia stared at Adam. “Are you ssing with ?”
“No.”
Jurot and Sonarot threw him a look, and Elder Zijin, who was standing so ways away, rubbed his eyes.
“I’ll… I’ll spend so ti thinking about the enchantnts I’d like on the athicule weapons,” she said. ‘Legendary? How does he know how to make legendary weaponry? That’s fucking crazy. I only know a handful of people who know that ability, and one of them is an Iyrman.’
“Say, Entalia, how many Dragons are there in Drakkenlan?” Adam asked, wondering if he should make eting with a Dragon a part of the deal.
“At least one,” she said. “The Iyr will have to assu how many other Dragons are in Drakkenlan.”
“Oh,” Adam said. “Right, sorry.”
“The Iyr is such a scary place,” she said, looking to Strom, before her eyes fell to the Chief. “Though, the Iyr should rember, there are places which are scarier than the Iyr.”
“We understand,” the Chief replied. “There are a great number of places which possess creatures which are more powerful than the Iyr, so even holding such creatures in great numbers.”
“Yet, none are as blessed by Baktu as you and yours.”
Chief Iromin nodded his head slowly.
“I should leave,” Entalia said. “The sll is getting too much for .” She pulled away.
“Toodaloo,” Strom said, waving his fingers at her.
“Let’s not et ever again,” Entalia said.
“You’re leaving? It’s the Nightval festival, and my sister hasn’t gotten to play with you,” Adam said.
“I have matters to attend to before Twilight Month, and I’m cutting it too close,” she said.
“Good luck,” Adam said, shaking her forearm.
Entalia was escorted away.
“Now that the missus is gone, we can finally talk,” Adam joked, scooting up to Strom. “Why did you retire to the Iyr?”
“The Iyr is…” Strom closed his eyes, rembering the Iyr of the past. “There are many places I could have retired to. There are so with breath taking views. There are so with great fights. There are so with great company. There are so with great food.”
Adam smiled.
“There are so places which do have all of these things, but there’s one thing the Iyr also has,” Strom said.
“What’s that?”
Strom smiled. “My old friend.”
“Whose your friend?” Adam asked, having no clue.
“You are quite the youngster,” Strom said, chuckling quietly.
“He has quite the story to tell,” the Chief said, wondering if Adam had picked up the hint.
“A story, you say?” Strom’s lips grew wide. “Will you tell it to ?”
“If you tell who you really are,” Adam said.
“That knowledge is dangerous and bound to get you killed,” Strom said.
“Really?” Adam asked, looking to the Chief.
The Chief did not respond.
“Never mind then,” Adam said. “Though, I still want sothing in return.”
“What would you like for this tale of yours?” Strom asked.
“I want…” Adam said, before thinking about what he should ask for. “I want you to reward sothing after hearing my story then.”
“If it is a good story, I will reward you,” Strom said.
“Fine then,” Adam said. “I’ll tell you it.”
“We shall leave you,” Sonarot said, taking Lanarot, who dropped the spear. She hacked and began to whimper and cry, but Sonarot tickled her cheek with so snow, which caused the girl to twitch and giggle up at her mother.
“Adam,” Jurot said. “Tell the story well.”
“That’s up to the dice,” Adam said.
‘He is too taken with Warriors and Wanderers,’ Jurot thought, leaving.
The Chief brought so snacks, as well as so wine for them, before taking a seat nearby. He had to stay near this Guest at all tis.
“It was a dark and stormy night,” Adam began, causing Strom to lean in forward, regaling him with the tale.
“That is quite the story!” Storm laughed, drinking his wine.
“Can you believe it?” Adam asked. “What an asshole! Two tis! Twice! Deus! Killing once wasn’t enough?” Adam sipped the rest of his wine, his cheeks completely flush.
“How dare he kill you twice!” Strom said. “Even when I slaughtered my foes, I only killed them once!”
“Right, right!” Adam said.
“He should have let you live in peace, especially after you managed to seduce the little lady back then. Then there’s that Winterdotr, what’s going to happen to her now?”
“That’s what I’m saying!” Adam slamd the table. “You know, Strom. You’re not so bad after all. Even if Entalia doesn’t like you, I think you’re alright.”
“It is rare to et a young man as interesting as you,” Strom said.
“Right? I’m pretty interesting, right?” Adam grinned wide, sipping more of the win, before he started to sway. “That doesn’t matter to . I just want to make sure… this ti… this…” Adam almost fell forward, but Strom caught him by his chest, laying his head gently on so thick furs.
“Oh dear,” Strom said. “It seems I’ve taken his ti away from the festival. I’m too old to be doing that sort of thing away.”
An Iyrman took Adam away to return him back to his ho.
“I can’t leave the wine unfinished,” Strom said, before drinking the rest of the wine. “Is there any more?”
The Chief placed down so wine for him, which Strom picked up, as well as another cup, before he began to trek through the snowy Iyr, with the Chief following behind him. He followed a particular pathway, heading near the gate of the Big Iyr, but into a tunnel, which wrapped around and went upwards on a light incline. They walked for a few minutes, the path illuminated by tiny gems which gently glowed in the dark, runes connected each together. Then they ca to a courtyard, no larger than those he had seen thus far, with a field of various flowers and herbs all about them. The wall opposite was covered by vines.
The Chief stopped, a whisper tickling deep within his mind, before pulling away, leaving Strom alone.
No, he was not alone.
“It’s been quite so ti since we last spoke,” Strom said, placing down the cups, before pouring into them. “What do you an you don’t drink? I’ve co all this way after how long, and you won’t share a drink with ? So what if it’s from the Iyr, that’s beside the point!”
The cup disappeared into the vines, and Strom sipped so of his wine. “Do you still go by, what was it, Elder Story? I’ve always thought it was a cute na.” Strom chuckled. “Yes, yes, I know. Which reminds , that boy, isn’t he…” Strom paused, listening to Elder Story’s response. “I have to admit, I can’t rember much of the past. It was so long ago. To think that, since then…” Strom sighed, sadly.
The cup reappeared, empty, and Strom poured so more. “It seems I’ll be leaving first. Will you be lonely without ?” A crimson snake wrapped around his arm, before licking the back of his hand. “There’s no need for that. I’ve lived a long life, in no small part thanks to you and yours. So might say I’ve lived too long.” He sighed.
“I know that one of mine was quite rude to you back then, but I hope that you won’t bully him too much. He cried so much when he returned to .” Strom laughed. “He was so cute, I almost thought he was a baby.”
Strom continued to drink in silence after, until the wine was finished, and only the air accompanied the pair. “You’ll look after them, won’t you?”
The crimson snake licked the back of his hand. Strom smiled at the response, before closing his eyes, falling fast asleep.
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