Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave had been to cities in Vasquer like Mateth, Dirracha, Jast, or Parbon. They had awed him, but nothing could really be compared to Relize. Mateth, for instance, was one of the largest trading ports in the kingdom, and probably the largest city in the southern reaches. Even still, its population could not be more than forty thousand. Dirracha was probably near the same number. Jast and Parbon both had difficulties in terms of agriculture, so they were smaller.

Yet Relize… it was a tremendous metropolis. At a point, the cart that Argrave and his company were riding stopped to spend the night, and they had a chance to walk and stretch their legs. Even at that time the city had been awake, dancing lights illuminating its splendor in a subtle, almost mysterious manner. It did not have towering constructions like Jast, nor gigantic walls like Mateth. The city simply sprawled across so much land.

In the morning, the city was revealed in earnest. In the crispness of dawn, half-hidden by sea fog and half-revealed by the early suns, its grand gothic design made it seem like some sort of hidden city. Relize was a place of unimaginable wealth, and as much was reflected in everything down from its material: marble. It was a low-lying seaside city without a wall, wrapping around a great bay and split in two by a river that had to be as wide as the Nile.

Even from afar, one could see the pride of the city—its docks. It was like a continuous marble crescent moon laid flat against the coast, connecting all parts of the city to the bay. One could walk from one edge of the docks to the other, all on one flawless marble path that was probably five miles long. There were countless ships both coming and going from the bay, each of them bearing a multitude of heraldries on their sails. Argrave recognized one sail—six silver stars in a circle on a black field, all connected by a silver chain that converged in the center. It was the Dandalan family’s symbol.

Three gargantuan bridges connected the parts of the city split by the thick river, the largest of which was part of the docks. These bridges were elevated to allow passage for small boats on the river. These boats were plentiful—fishing vessels, vessels with shipments, vessels with other goods… to say the least, business was good.

If Argrave were to estimate the population, he’d place it at around two hundred thousand. Located in the center of northern Vasquer, access to the ocean, a large river with plenty of upstream agriculture… Argrave didn’t think he knew too much about geography, but he could tell why this city prospered as it had. It was a jewel that befit the capital of a nation. Its people were too fiercely self-governing to ever allow that to happen, though, and the Kings of Vasquer were content with their highly defensible city of Dirracha.

“Why are you gawking? Said you’d been here before,” Melanie asked, having walked up to Argrave as he was admiring the city.

“Long time ago,” Argrave shook his head. “It was…”

It was laggy. Place had too many damned NPCs in it. He couldn’t really say that, though.

“Shame we can’t wander,” Argrave looked at Melanie. “Running the docks, looking around… even the warehouses are gilded. There’s Felipe II’s summer residence, too. Nice place.”

“No place quite like it,” Melanie nodded. “You’ll be visiting the Scarlet District, I assume.”

Argrave’s face grew cold, and Melanie laughed at once.

“Guess you really have been there,” Melanie said, planting her zweihander against the ground. “They say every lord visits a brothel. Don’t worry—I won’t tell your lady friend.”

“You’d know, wouldn’t you? Having grown up there and all,” Argrave jabbed, disliking her teasing.

face contorted in displeasure, almost mirroring his own cold glare. Then, like it never was, she smiled. “Good comeback. Didn’t think a royal bastard could have banter. Wonder if it’ll last.” She ran her fingers

it was a bit uncalled for to bring up her past in such a manner. Anything regarding Anneliese made him have a short fuse, he knew. Before he could apologize, the mercenary woman was already

like Relize, maintaining her loyalty would be important. Fortunately, Melanie’s rough-and-tumble nature

fire. As he approached, the princess turned her head towards him. The

by you,” Elenore said. “Couple of days

rolled his shoulders. “Still feel a little off. But I’m

nodded. “I… you’ve done a lot. I realized that long before we met, but now that I know the totality of it… having your heart replaced? I can’t…” Elenore lowered her head, then turned to pick

in his hands—it was something metal. Opening it up, a rainbow greeted him—their source was about five pink coins,

bag shut and looked back up at her. “I didn’t

alike. A few enchanters I do business

Argrave repeated. Viewing her as a big sister seemed markedly easier when she casually unloaded this much gold on him. “Thank you. Not

her head towards him. “As for those enchanted items you entrusted to me—they’re enroute to a warehouse I own within the city, along with a manifest detailing what each does. My enchanters were quite excited about some of them. I’m sure we can sell those you don’t use off in

then stepped forward and hugged her. She was surprised but eased up after a moment. “Lucky to have you with us,” he told her. “Don’t

“Get off me.

away, then moved to sit by the

you withheld from me in that message

happiness dimmed somewhat when he heard her words.

waited in silence for a

gotta ask,” Argrave told her. “I’ll answer what

Durran pointed at Argrave. Despite his earlier outburst at Therese’s coffin, things had been fine between the

requested you direct inquiries to Anneliese, so

on her lap. “How do all

Argrave looked at each of them in

Galamon

it’s probably just some way of a god implanting a prophecy