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.

the entrance, the stone

by the still-active waterways, while the area above 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 utilized waste for fertilizer. Considering this place was a natural stream originally, the years had mostly

fortress offered more room to stretch than this place, though, and Argrave

won’t be far. It drains off into a lake. It’s a relatively secluded

no, never mind. I’m leaving, then. This was… a more profitable trip than I thought it might be. You have potential. I suppose the two of you do, however long this thing

simply, disregarding

into the lower portions of

firmly on the ground and leaning on it. “This was an endeavor

Argrave shook his head. “But I’ll be damned if it

ahead into the tunnel. She cast some

long. Meeting Elenore is our top priority.

picked up his glaive, tapping it against the ground so that it echoed throughout the tunnel. “How

I’m more worried about this than meeting Orion

gaze lingered on Anneliese for a long moment. She got the message, and as the other two settled

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stream at their feet. The both of them

will not fret that

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

glad,” Anneliese

you out,” he

laughed quietly and leaned against Argrave’s shoulder.

to be careful,” Argrave mused jokingly. “Soon enough, you’ll do everything I can, and then I’ll just flounder

do not think I could,” she shook her

watched the water pass them by, then finally decided to bring up the things that were truly sticking in his mind. “I didn’t realize those things bothered you,”

yes. They did,” she confessed in a quiet

see why he’s bitter. Hurt. Paranoid. I don’t want to make those same mistakes. If I did something wrong, I want to fix it.

“Everyone has something that annoys the other. The engagement caught me off balance, at first… and I 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

long while, biting at his lip. “I

let out a quiet grunt

with Elenore,” he brought back the