Jackal Among Snakes

Riding the strange construct conjured by Magister Vera was a wholly different experience than, say, riding aback a wyvern. There, one had a visual cue—something to step upon and hold onto as it soared across the sky, even if it was a flimsy saddle and a scaly reptile. There was no such comfort from Vera’s spell, [Horizon Hunter], an A-rank wind spell solely designed for swift transportation of many people.

Argrave was suspended by thick, fierce winds as he hurtled across the vast plains. Hegazar’s illusion magic concealed their advance. The spell he used, the A-rank [Pocket of Nothing], hid much from their sight. Under its effects, it was difficult to distinguish Argrave’s fingers not two inches from his face.

Fortunately, the sense of touch was not disturbed—Argrave held on to Anneliese like she was an anchor to this dimension, much the same as she did to him. He clung on to the idea that Durran and Galamon might be doing the same thing, warding his fears away with humor.

They passed by Margrave Reinhardt’s great host and the warbands of Vasquer scattered around the Tower of the Gray Owl. Countless cities, villages, and castles that constituted a kingdom passed below them like nothing more than the road beneath a car. Everything in this world seemed so monumental on foot, near insurmountable… yet they passed it all second by second like it was nothing.

Once the wonder set in, the fear was a little less intense. Being able to do something like this… Argrave could see why the two Magisters were like they were: arrogant, self-centered. Seeing this, one thought dominated him. He wanted to replicate this. He wanted to do all of this and more. This was fun. It made him feel alive. It overshadowed some of the constant bleakness that had settled into Argrave like some parasite.

“Best keep your eyes open,” Hegazar’s voice cut in. Despite the tremendous speed at which they moved, no wind disturbed them, and all sounds carried as they might in a simple, stationary room. “You have to tell us where to disembark. Would hate to crash right into that little Dragon Palace your father makes his home. Would certainly make an awkward conversation. As much as I love to intrude on family drama, that fight might be a bit… large-scale.”

The overworld map of ‘Heroes of Berendar’ was drilled so deeply into Argrave’s head that he could place where they were in seconds. The landmarks were many and varied.

“Half an hour more, by my estimates,” Argrave returned in a too-loud shout. “It’s not the most visible thing, so we might have to search a bit. I know the path,” he assured.

If Hegazar was contented by this response, no answer came. Meanwhile, Argrave was grappling with a newfound worry brought about by Ingo’s comment.

Enemies near Elenore? Argrave thought, holding Anneliese a bit tighter. If she dies… if Elenore is gone… good lord, nearly everything falls apart. Her finances, her information, and just her damn ingenuity; if that’s lost, I’m not sure things can be salvaged.

Above it all… Argrave thought Elenore deserved better than what she had. Not all of the Vasquers got good hands dealt to them in life, but hers had to be the worst.

Shaking his head in dismay, Argrave reflected that now was no time to think of such a thing. An absent mind might let the viper find an opening—with two at his side, he couldn’t afford to think of this.

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“I do wonder why the Order of the Rose, with their great skill at working the earth into fortresses, might make a prominent base of theirs in a forest,” Hegazar’s ever-cynical voice cut into Argrave’s ears. “You might picture a hill… or a mountain… but who am I to wonder?”

commanded him.

It astounded him how these people could be so unfailingly pessimistic. Magister Hegazar’s presence was like a dark cloud. They travelled along a river—if anything would be consistent from ‘Heroes of Berendar,’ it would be a river. It

leading while immersed in self-doubt, the river finally proved itself as an able guide. He spotted a large, too-round

announced while

the trees thinned somewhat, and the midday light rained down upon a roughly square stone just before the much larger, rounder one Argrave had seen earlier. The large gray

Unless there’s a little door with a keyhole I’m missing, or

His hand hovered near it, but he shied away

down his backpack and stringing his bow in short order. “At once,” he

area as though looking for the secret hidden in this place. Argrave had only told Anneliese the full details of this place, and she kept

the entrance,” Hegazar remarked, stepping to the rock Argrave stood before. His illusory body sat atop it, lounging. “Or maybe you just wanted a nice venison picnic, bathe in the sun with your little sweetheart and two Magisters. Well, one and

and rolling up the sleeves of her gray robes. “You’re keeping an awful lot

family, I’m sure he’s had enough

Argrave, contributing, “He always does this. He

way away from Hegazar, Argrave stopped him subtly. The

you best if I know what I’m going to be facing,”

this scenario of ‘protection.’ Evidently he valued what Argrave would

to describe what we’ll be facing, considering I don’t know,” Argrave said, acting ignorant. These people didn’t know the extent of his knowledge, and so it was a convenient excuse. When the expressions on the Magister’s face grew discontented, Argrave quickly added, “Perhaps it’d be best

“Go ahead,” Vera encouraged.

his thoughts. “The Order of the Rose is just like the Order of the Owl in that much of their influence derives from having extensive knowledge about magic of the higher ranks,” Argrave explained. “Unlike the Owl, though, Rose didn’t congregate their knowledge in one high-security place, like the Tower. Their library in the Low Way was the

of knowledge grew larger and larger. This place… it only really

foe? Of what strength?” Hegazar interrogated, his sardonic tone

artifacts, et cetera. As such… I’ll relay deliberate instructions when the

When he spoke, his usual wry tone was replaced with a slow and deliberate monotone, like it was a carefully enunciated warning. “When the time comes, eh? I don’t like uncertainties, Argrave. Makes me think I’m

a deep breath. “We have the luxury to take the time we need. What I’ll tell you is precise—it

that moment, hauling the corpse of an elk over his shoulder with ease. A single arrow stuck out of its eye, clearly piercing