Jackal Among Snakes

“You want to give us a ride?” Argrave questioned Durran.

“I do,” Durran nodded, spinning his wyvern scale helmet about in his hands. Up close, the armor was quite impressive—a coat of gray lamellar wyvern scales stretching down to the knees, held together with studs of what looked to be brass. His glaive was made of wyvern bone. It was done in the style of the southron elves. All-in-all, impressively armed.

Argrave crossed his arms. “Why?”

“You probably saved me from Titus,” Durran answered at once. “I owe you a debt.”

“I’d expect you to default on the first payment of any debt you got,” Argrave shook his head. “And it’s not ‘probably.’ I did save you from Titus.”

Durran laughed. “You act like you know so much about me. It’s a bit perplexing.”

Argrave stared at Durran. The man was obviously in better spirits—he couldn’t help but spare a glance at Garm.

“I know an uncomfortable amount about you,” Argrave nodded. “Your favorite color is gray… particularly when supported with burgundy.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m coming,” Durran suggested.

“Because your favorite color—”

“No, because you know so much about me,” Durran interrupted.

“There is something I don’t know,” Argrave confessed. “Your father. You said he was dying?”

“Well… he improved in time to dish out some spiteful, life-ruining nonsense, but yeah,” Durran nodded.

Argrave looked to Anneliese, and she nodded, confirming he was being honest. Argrave turned away. Did he just catch an illness randomly? It’s certainly possible… but it could be foul play, too. Argrave juggled the idea, but then realized, Does it really matter, now?

“How in the world do you know so much about me while being ignorant of common knowledge within the tribe?” Durran stepped forth back into Argrave’s sight.

“For reasons you couldn’t comprehend or codify,” Argrave snapped back to attention. “Listen… the place we’re going is very out-of-the-way.”

“That’s fine. It’ll be nice to have a last long voyage with my girl,” Durran looked to where his wyvern was. Some of the southron elf children played with the creature cautiously. “She isn’t mine. She’s the tribe’s. She’ll go back to the tribe when I set her loose. She’s still young, and she needs to have children. Not many females left living after the battle.”

“Finders, keepers, maybe?” Argrave suggested.

Durran was confused for a second, but he placed the meaning after a time and laughed lightly. “She’s a social one. She won’t last long away from the others.”

Argrave sighed. “Maybe you can get another, then, bring it too. I’ll take it.”

sight, watching you try and fly,” Durran turned his head back. “But you still

noted. “Happy to accept free transportation. I’ll need to get things together, secure them on the back

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hovered above endless blackness. They were only a few hours past sunrise, and the suns had not yet come over some distant

of civilization could be seen in any direction, even from their significant height. To be lost in this place was a death sentence, it seemed—nothing

to do me in?” Durran

now, I don’t think seclusion

go. He used the mountains and the compass as his guide. Beside him, he saw Anneliese struggling with her hair—one of her braids had come loose, and strands of hair battered about everywhere. Argrave leaned

Given how much

a tragedy,” Argrave stated. “It looks too good to cut. Though,

head but said nothing in response. Argrave turned his attention back towards

been obsessively checking everything to be sure that nothing was amiss—the Wraith’s Heart was fine, the Amaranthine Heart still functioned, the Unsullied Knife still retained its power, and the Crimson

success both promised to be monumentally emotional things. If Argrave failed, now… to say the least, the prospect made falling off this wyvern

this surgery as Argrave would be to receive it. Such was his nature. Argrave was more worried about whether or not his

in the constant sand dunes and tapped Durran’s shoulder. “There!” he pointed. “Where the

Durran questioned, and Argrave nodded. “No, those

the spot,

of quicksand, the wyvern started to slowly descended, spurred downwards by its rider. They circled around, and Durran eventually landed atop a dune of sand

collapsed beneath him, and he slid down the dune a bit in a sitting position. His Brumesingers abandoned him immediately, jumping to

if they landed in the center of one of the pits. It wasn’t meant to

to Argrave, her own fox held in her hands. It quickly jumped down from her arms and watched the pits ahead, eating souls

“Desolate,” Anneliese noted.

“Depressing,” Galamon confirmed.

then sighed. “Now I’m thinking about Brium, that

up, too, still holding his wyvern’s reins as he

actually, that hole, specifically,” Argrave pointed one out. “I’ve taken this path

want us to jump into

you wanted to give

still want answers,” Durran shook his head. “If I have to tag along until

had a purpose, certainly. He wondered what Garm had said to the man—it had to be something related to that.

the cusp of becoming Black Blooded. Argrave liked Durran. He wouldn’t mind having him tag along, temporarily or permanently. He was talented, diligent… but his loyalty was

have a word with Anneliese and Galamon, have them keep a closer eye on Durran, he decided with some measure of guilt. He felt paranoid. He wasn’t about to let guilt ruin months of blood, sweat, and tears, though. He wanted to trust Garm, but their own experience had

If you wish to follow, follow.” Argrave rose to his feet with a grunt.

sides of the same coin,” Garm commented. “Fortunately, you’re

enter first,” Argrave said with a bitter

from the wyvern’s back, Durran

going to… jump in? I mean, the thing probably isn’t deep

path below,”