Jackal Among Snakes

Elaine watched Argrave as he ate his breakfast. It was more than a bit disconcerting, considering she deliberately chose him out of all his party members to stare at. Anneliese was feeding her Starsparrow, Durran was examining all of the food curiously, and Galamon sat in silence. Of the three, he certainly didn’t picture himself being the most interesting to look at.

Elaine had long ago finished her meal, but Argrave still had much and more to eat. Ever since becoming Black Blooded, he found his appetite much greater than it was before. Maybe that was just because he exerted himself more.

Argrave finally stared back at her, chewing through a soft slice of meat. He examined the black gaseous magic within her, considering it a good exercise to help him distinguish between the different ranks of magic by sight alone.

“I think you could become A-rank anytime you want, now,” Argrave guessed, hoping to break some of the silence.

She shifted in her chair and crossed her arms. “And how would you know?”

Argrave tapped his temple, indicating his eyes. “You think I got these lamps because I like the way they look? No—I can see your magic. Very impressive.” He lowered his hand and shook his head. He deliberately mentioned this ability, hoping vaguely she might report it to princess Elenore. “I got what I wanted from the Low Way… and from the Burnt Desert beyond it.” One of his Brumesingers jumped up on his lap, gazing at the green-eyed woman across from him.

Some of the iciness was dispelled by his conversation, and Elaine looked down at the gray fox on his lap. “I hope those creatures of yours made no mess.”

“They never do… unless I want that to happen,” Argrave pointed his fork. “So—let’s get to brass tacks. How is business?” he took another bite as he waited for her answer.

“Good. You mentioned that I could become an A-rank mage—the issue is, I’m too busy to head to the Tower of the Gray Owl to study the process,” she nodded with the faintest of smiles. “The Veidimen are a bit stingy. They’re only distributing the lowest-ranked druidic spells. Even still, they sell like nothing else, and I dare not cripple this business in infancy. Rowe is a hostile prick, but I very rarely have to see him. At this point, I very nearly make as much gold as my brother.”

“Do they trade any Ebonice?” Argrave got to the matter he cared about most.

Elaine shook her head. “Don’t know what that is. We’ve only traded spellbooks and books about enchantment.”

“Do they carry black weaponry?” Galamon butted in. “Crystalline.”

Elaine looked at him. “Maybe. I seldom go personally anymore.”

Argrave tapped the table, thinking. “Alright. If you can make it happen, I’d like to see some of the Veidimen smugglers.”

“What for?” she frowned.

business and asked for nothing in return,”

her finger against her elbow as she sat there with arms crossed. “You’re right,” she agreed after a time. “I’ll see what I can do, but if you’re here a week and no longer… you’ll just have to get lucky if you want

was the best he’d be able to get. “Alright. The enchanted jewelry that I left with you—I certainly hope they’re all appraised by

in our vault. A lot of the appraisers made offers

see them,” Argrave tapped his food with his fork. “I’ll pick out what I plan on using. Everything else, I’d like to

bit her lip, then

his hands on the table. “You’re shaking

hard to sell them to anyone that doesn’t know what they do. I’m in contact with the appraisers,” Elaine

placed his elbows against the table loudly and leaned in. “Who did you use as the appraiser—that old man Mucullen on the edge of town? Or maybe that tower master Quint in the southwestern center of Jast? I know

her lip harder as she deliberated. “75-25,” she

ago. Those items are mine. I’m trying to do you a favor, yet you

between

tension dissipated and Elaine shook her head. “Dealing with you the last time was definitely

as though his sternness never was, then resumed

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brother’s rules, but Argrave only agreed once Anneliese confirmed she held no malicious intent. He thought things might be awkward between them—they had parted on a strange note. Elaine never brought her earlier courtship proposal up. Argrave definitely

place was very well guarded by knights and by walls of enchanted steel. The main door was heavy enough to require two men to open it, and the vault itself was divided into cells, each with another heavy locked door. The ceiling was low, and Argrave needed to bend his neck

The jewels were kept in a simple box per piece, alongside a detailed dissertation on their effects. Argrave spent

someone from wearing ten or more enchanted rings, alongside pounds of enchanted necklaces and bracelets? Nothing… ostensibly. But there was an issue of resonance. For the ring that Anneliese

different. Enchantments made in the distant past, as those Argrave had appraised, affect the body itself. As such, if the enchantments are incompatible, their efficacy would be reduced by an astonishing degree. If one wears a

Argrave needed to choose a good set for each

that augmented speed. Speed and power were not different—they were one in the same. Galamon would always benefit from more speed. They were anklets… but considering how big the man was, he might need to wear them as bracelets. Additionally, Argrave found him a necklace to resist electricity, which Argrave considered the most potent form of elemental magic. The Giantkillers gave him lightning immunity, but only when held. Beyond that, no other compatible

chose out any enchantments that helped with his defense. Though his

know if Durran would stick around…

Anneliese, Argrave couldn’t deny he wanted to give her mostly defensive enchantments. In the end, he knew it wasn’t the right call. He chose a few rings that affected focus and concentration. It would enable her to aim better in battle and ignore distractions easier. She was already a calm person by nature, and he hoped this would capitalize on

the heavy hitter of the squad, especially with the Blessing of Supersession. He had hoped for something to augment the strength of any electric spells. Unfortunately, he didn’t get lucky. After that, he’d been hoping for something to aid with blood magic—once again, no such fortune. In the end, he settled on a ring that strengthened his wind magic. It might be useful

was to be the money he