Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 41
“Hmm…” Rowe grunted as Argrave set down the quill, leaning over the parchment Argrave had been writing on. Anneliese was on the other side of him, just as interested.
“That’s the simple illusion spell, [Muffle].” He pointed at another diagram. “And there is how you translate [Muffle] to an Inscription. Once you will magic into it, the enchantment will be complete. This one will muffle sounds, naturally. Higher-ranked mages with larger magic pools like you mostly resist illusion magic, and plenty of enchantments or spells exist that help prevent people’s senses from being twisted.”
“Very prudent to use a spell I don’t know to teach me enchanting. Quite the amazing teacher you are, aye,” the aged elf said sarcastically. Rowe reached out and touched the paper without asking Argrave for permission. “Aye, I feel it. I can put magic into this.” He did so, and the inscription shone briefly before fading back into ordinary looking paper.
Argrave picked up a gold coin and dropped it onto the paper. It was near soundless. Rowe watched this with brows furrowed. Argrave ripped the paper, and it was completely soundless. Rowe stopped him. “I get it. Stop wasting paper. You know how much this stuff is worth?”
Anneliese picked up a piece of paper and moved away. Rowe turned to Argrave. “Then that is that. If I had known this matter was so simple, I might not have agreed to this trade.”
“Yeah, sure. You would have definitely figured it out without me. Spare me the prideful nonsense,” Argrave said dismissively. “Now, I’ll get you those illusion spellbooks at Jast. Might be a pain, but I need druidic magic. Best way to scout and watch for enemies in the entire world.”
“I’m glad you see that,” Rowe said with some measure of pride. He stepped a bit closer, locking gazes with Argrave and speaking quietly. “So, that one is coming with you?” Rowe inquired. Argrave turned his head. Anneliese was writing something.
Argrave looked back to Rowe, nodding. “Yeah. Why?”
“That’s what I should be asking you, boy. I have responsibilities here, but I could give you a higher-ranked mage. I’m sure I could talk one of the A-rank mages into coming with you. A devastating force on that continent of Berendar, as far as I’m aware. Invaluable in… whatever it is you’re doing to stop He Who Would Judge the Gods,” Rowe said, shaking his head quickly.
A loud poof came from behind Argrave, and he turned his head to spot a small mushroom cloud of smoke fading into nothingness. Anneliese stepped back from a burning piece of paper.
“That’s why I’m bringing her. Latent genius, that one. She has great talent,” Argrave said, pointing with his thumb. “Some enchantments are really quite useless, like that one you saw there; one-time uses that only destroy whatever it is they’re written on. Others, like warding magic, are immeasurably useful. Trial-and-error, really.”
Rowe walked forward slowly and jabbed his walking stick in Anneliese’s foot. She let out a little yelp and jumped back. “Damned girl. Be more careful with paper,” he reprimanded, picking up the smoldering piece of paper where the blackened remnants of an inscription could be vaguely seen. He cast a glance at Anneliese.
“Besides, I need people of good character at my side.” Argrave walked forward, shrugging. “I trust Anneliese and Galamon more than any unknown element that is far stronger than me, magically speaking. Well, probably physically speaking, too.”
Rowe cast some fire magic and finished burning the paper, scattering the ashes while wiping his hands off with his fur robes. “Trust. Bah. You’ve known her for three days, maybe. Keep being so trusting, you’ll end up on a spit with the Tenebrous Reaper pissing on your still-warm body.”
“What’s with you and piss?” Argrave shook his head. “I haven’t been wrong since you’ve met me. Never will be, if I can help it.”
“You were wrong once,” Rowe said condescendingly. “Told me to ‘divine with animal guts,’ but that’s tripe. There’s no validity to it. Might as well toss a coin in the air to decide.”
“Tripe,” Argrave repeated. “Very nice pun.”
“Disgusting.” Rowe waved his hand and started to move away.
“Hold a moment,” Argrave stopped him. “I might need some help carrying the books and navigating this place. Can you call some people? I’ll get a list ready of the spells I need.”
list?” Rowe frowned. “You don’t know the spells themselves,
of luck.” Argrave picked up a quill. “Oh, also, if you could get one of your mages to cast [Cure Disease] on me, I think I caught another cold. Want
the patriarch the way you order me about. Savor it; it won’t last.” Rowe shook his head. “I’ll get some of the young ones
to Katla,” Argrave called out as Rowe walked away. “This
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not be light. The Veidimen before them chose to carry it over his shoulder out of bravado, but now his expression
to your family?” Argrave questioned his
to the side. “And I do not think they would
piety isn’t exactly my
problems with her family. Some were blatant, like her grandmother. Others were only Argrave’s
docks to Katla, Argrave could see a great gathering of snow elves. He craned his head to try and see what was happening, but unlike in Berendar he was not always the tallest in crowds and could not see over the people easily.
sight, he saw battered and wounded Veidimen being escorted off a ship in the far distance. At the
said with a shrug. He was a big man, but his
was much smaller, but his presence seemed large in comparison as he rebutted, “I thought you said Alcazar used an
cane to push some of the snow elves aside. People looked at him angrily before they recognized him, and then the crowd promptly made way for him. Patriarch Dras turned his head at Argrave’s
past Argrave to the snow elf lugging around the
of Berendar.’ Now, after what Anneliese had told him, much of the goodwill he’d had was gone. Even still, Argrave knew he only had himself
a piece of gold, but found a bag of silver,” Argrave said with a shrug. “Rowe and I
remained stoic. “Seems I understand, now, why you were so quick to give up trying to save that
expression passive, but he was
the bulk of it was a high-ranking spellcaster. What few mages are still alive believe he used S-rank elemental magic. Your city remains in human hands, and I’ll keep my
Order of the Gray Owl capable of magic of that tier, and only three that use elemental magic. If Duke Enrico placed a lot of
in. Mateth had not fallen. Argrave had been worried his actions might have prolonged the battle, ultimately worsening the result. Instead… Mateth never fell at all. He
fate,” Argrave said after pausing for a
world would be constant as it was in a video game. He stuck with what he knew, and though his knowledge had been immeasurably helpful, it wouldn’t be enough going forward. Though the variables would remain the same, the equation would
a nod. “I’ve prepared a ship to send you back,
Argrave probed.
can row the ship yourself,” Dras posited. “Might make those wrists a little thicker, but I think you’ll
muscles. Believe me, if I could run more than fifty feet without coughing blood, I’d do so.” Seeing Dras’ expression turn somewhat contemptuous, he added, “That’s a metaphor. I think I can run fifty feet fine.
snorted. “One questions why Erlebnis would choose one so… physically deficient, shall
are a lot more valuable than bulging muscles,”
Dras before Argrave arrived interrupted, saying, “Show some respect for the
Relliden. If I found him disrespectful, I would make that known,” Dras reprimanded immediately. “Go take care
luggage-carrier caught up. The man put down the
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