Jackal Among Snakes

“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.”

Rowe frowned. “You don’t know the

of luck.” Argrave picked up a quill. “Oh, also, if you could get one of your mages to cast [Cure Disease] on

Savor it; it won’t last.” Rowe shook his head. “I’ll get some of the

as Rowe walked away. “This is the last thing I need

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shoulder. It was full of books, so it could not be light. The Veidimen before them chose to carry it over his shoulder out of

to your family?” Argrave questioned his new travelling companion.

past Veiden,” Anneliese said, amber eyes looking off to the side. “And I do not think they would care overmuch,

exactly my thing,

family. Some were blatant, like her grandmother. Others were only Argrave’s assumptions, and

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

he saw battered and wounded Veidimen being escorted off a ship in the far distance. At the center of the crowd, Argrave recognized one

could do,” the one speaking to Dras said with a shrug. He was a big man, but his demeanor was withdrawn and battered.

he rebutted, “I thought you said Alcazar used an A-rank spell before he died. If they were ready, that would never have

People looked at him angrily before they recognized him, and then the crowd promptly made way

from the capital.” His white eyes looked past Argrave to the snow elf lugging around the chest. “And it seems you

after what Anneliese had told him, much of the goodwill he’d had was gone. Even still, Argrave knew he only had himself to blame. He knew Dras was not entirely forthcoming; he should have

a shrug. “Rowe and I worked out a little deal. You can ask him for the

“Seems I understand, now, why you were so quick to give up trying to save that city. You had

but he was undeniably surprised and hopeful.

complete report for study, but the bulk of it was a high-ranking spellcaster. What few mages are

magic of that tier, and only three that use elemental magic.

actions might have prolonged the battle, ultimately worsening the result. Instead… Mateth never fell at all. He clenched his hand tightly

after pausing for a

it was immeasurably naïve to think the 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

Dras said with a nod. “I’ve prepared a ship to send you

Argrave probed.

make those wrists a little thicker,

about bones, not muscles. Believe me, if I could run more than fifty feet without coughing blood, I’d do so.” Seeing

so… physically deficient, shall we say, to do his

things are a lot more valuable than bulging muscles,” Argrave said, waving to

speaking to Dras before Argrave arrived interrupted, saying, “Show some respect for

him disrespectful, I would make that known,” Dras reprimanded

away and leave. Argrave turned his head as Anneliese and the luggage-carrier caught up. The man put down the chest, and a cloud of white burst up into the air as snow scattered from