Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave once again felt the familiar sensation of being trapped within something that was in motion. It had been a long while since he last had the experience—the movement of the living fortress was so smooth it could be likened to travelling on a train or a car.

Hegazar, Anneliese, Argrave, and Durran held their hands to the fleshy apparatus in the back of the room, siphoning their magic into the vast fortress. It had been given a series of commands sequentially and burrowed through the earth efficiently. Argrave had done this quest enough to remember the commands, fortunately—Elenore was the one to give the quest to the player, funnily enough. It felt like much of the tension had been dissolved, yet the budding nervousness of his eventual meeting with Princess Elenore was replacing it by the second.

The rumbling sensation of movement beneath their feet ended, and Argrave felt the pull of his magic end. Hegazar was the first to retract his hand.

“Looks like we made it,” Argrave said, shaking his hand off. He didn’t like the sensation of touching that thing at all. “It seems this was a worthwhile endeavor for all.”

“I wonder what Vera must be thinking,” the Magister mused, reaching down. He pulled free the ear key, holding it close to his person. “Well, it’s no matter. Time is of the essence. Collect all that I promised you, and let’s be off.”

“What will you do to her?” Anneliese questioned.

Hegazar put the ear key into the slot closer to the door and stopped, turning his head back to Anneliese.

“What business is it of yours?” He questioned, tone passive.

Anneliese shrugged and walked forwards. “I am merely curious.”

“She has many friends. I am not sure what I will do,” Hegazar shook his head. “It requires deliberation.”

“I thought you’d kill her immediately,” Durran looked impressed.

“Told you I wouldn’t already,” Hegazar shook his head. “Violence is for savages. I can get more from her alive than dead. I just need to decide what state I’d like her alive in. A captive? Who knows…” he let out a long, almost sad sigh. “She had opportunities to kill me in the past, too. She didn’t take them. Always wondered why…”

As Argrave pondered what the Magister was getting at, he spoke the key phrase for the door and it slid open. He walked out with a confident step.

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Their group had hauled out a great many things from the depths of the vaults, and all of it resided in the heart chamber. It was a great mound of enchanted items of varying value. Though Argrave would have been satisfied with the set of bronze jewelry he came here to get, he definitely would not protest to acquiring more valuable enchanting items. He’d have a very adept broker to sell them off to in short order, too. That, plus the other loot they’d acquired from the Archduke’s palace or Induen’s retinue.

Galamon offloaded what few books and such he held to Argrave, Anneliese, and Durran, and then stuffed everything within rather ungracefully. The more delicate stuff was wrapped, but altogether his backpack became a misshapen mass of valuables and Order of the Rose books. He had a king’s ransom in his backpack. Altogether, an extremely profitable venture. It wasn’t a flawless trip, but it was the best Argrave could scrape together sandwiched between two S-rank mages.

left with them. Once they reached the entrance, the stone tongue folded out for them, and into a vast network of tunnels: the abandoned sewers beneath

was brown stone that was nothing more than a ceiling to prevent the smell of the wastewater from reaching the city streets. The newer city had been built atop this place, with new sewers that better

than this place, though, and Argrave found himself ducking just to stand. “You’re sure… there’s

It drains off into a lake. It’s a relatively secluded place—just a few fishing towns. Forest

two of you do, however long this thing

Hegazar,” Argrave said simply,

walked down into the lower portions of the sewer tunnel, moving

sighed, setting his glaive firmly on the ground and leaning on it. “This was

more,” Argrave shook his head. “But I’ll be damned

looking ahead into

ducking his head as he advanced. “Not for long. Meeting Elenore is our top priority. Once we

tunnel. “How scary is this sister of yours that

hands together. “She’s harmless. She doesn’t even have any guards. But I’m more worried about this than meeting Orion or Induen.” Argrave surveyed his party. “Excellent work, everyone. We’ll take a small break, then

the message, and as

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rushing stream at their feet. The both of them sat just beside their backpacks, a fair distance away

“You will not fret

got hurt the most. I don’t know,” Argrave shook his head. “Ever since Induen died, things have felt less… apocryphal. I still feel rushed, stressed, but I think… I think I can do this. It’s starting to feel like

glad,” Anneliese

silence hang. “Looks like my advice helped you out,”

against Argrave’s shoulder. “Yes, it

mused jokingly. “Soon enough, you’ll do everything I can, and then

I could,” she shook

then finally decided to bring up the things that were truly sticking in his mind. “I

lesser degree than I dramatized. But yes. They did,” she confessed in

more than I thought I ever would,” Argrave responded quietly, putting one hand to her head. “I can see why he’s bitter. Hurt. Paranoid. I don’t want to make those same mistakes. If I did something wrong, I want

still believe it is detrimental, practically speaking… but it gives me a lot of comfort. Above all… I know you well, and I trust you enough to respect the actions you take that we disagree on. We cannot be compared to Hegazar and Vera. From the beginning, both saw each other as tools. Hegazar sought to groom a young Wizard into a perfect partner. Vera sought to use

at the rushing water for a long while, biting at his lip. “I guess they were perfect for each

a quiet grunt

heavily with Elenore,” he brought back