The Primal Hunter

Sultan stood in the old ruins of what had once been Ambermill as he looked at the departing former citizens. Four large barges able to accommodate every person had been brought from the Fort and would help transport them all back to the settlement.

He had been asked by Miranda to go to Ambermill together with a crew of others to handle the situation. She had heard slavery was going on, and people had been forced into contracts, so she wanted someone with knowledge of slave contracts to go and hopefully help annul those already signed as well as track down potential leads. The first one he had gladly done, but the second job was a bit more… complicated.

“I did tell that idiot this was too close to Haven,” Sultan smirked as he shook his head. He had known about the operations going on in Ambermill for quite a while but had naturally kept quiet. It wasn’t anything that affected him, and he had already left the entire slave-trading scene for good. That didn’t mean others had, though.

As he stood there alone, a person slowly became visible as he exited the shadow of a nearby house. “Libra took it too far, attempting to take advantage of the gap in the market left by Haven and Sanctdomo, both cracking down on slavery. I do agree it was wise to take him down a peg.”

The shadowy figure soon became fully visible. He wore a dark cloak and was enveloped by shadow magic Sultan naturally recognized.

“I am surprised the Court of Shadows didn’t try to defend one of their clients,” Sultan said with a teasing smile.

“We are by giving him the advice to not fuck with this area and hiding all evidence of Libra’s involvement in this shithole,” the assassin sneered. “The other constellations have already requested an emergency meeting. Have you been informed?”

Sultan nodded. “Naturally.”

“Great, then my job here is done. Now for my pay,” the assassin turned instigator of town destruction said with a smile.

Returning his smile, Sultan transferred the sum as per the contract for a job well done.

If Carmen had been there, she would have recognized the cloaked man as the same police officer that had brought her to the town hall. The same man who had coincidentally chosen a house right outside the motel Carmen was staying in as a great place to round up potential slaves and the person who had “screened” Carmen as being part of the slums.

Sultan had predicted Carmen to raise a ruckus, but it had become a bigger issue than expected, more or less leading to the end of the entire town of Ambermill. It wasn’t really a big deal, though, as with the biggest asset of the town destroyed – the mill – it held no value anymore.

However, more importantly… he managed to toss out a competitor from his very own backyard and, if things went well, possibly get rid of him entirely in the near future.

“Pleasure doing business with you as always,” the assassin said as he slowly faded back into the shadows, his presence disappearing entirely.

Sultan summoned his small black book and circled a name in it as he nodded. With his work done, he summoned his ship to travel back to Haven – after a little detour and a covert meeting, of course.

“Do you seriously just do that every time?” Carmen asked Jake as the two were running leisurely through the plains. They had already returned to Haven, teleported a few times, and were now running from a small-ish Pylon city with a teleporter in it. It was the settlement closest to the port city, and thus they had to run the rest of the way.

The problem was that Carmen kept giving Jake grief over Miranda’s response. When they returned to Haven, Jake, Sylphie, Miranda, and Carmen had met up briefly for them to exchange greetings and for Jake and Carmen to explain the situation in Ambermill more in-depth.

Carmen found it hilarious how little Miranda seemed to actually care or be surprised. Miranda had then made it worse by telling her about all the times Jake had forgotten things, been late or nearly late to events, and how he just kept doing unpredictable stuff. Case-in-point when they went and said hello to Rick because Carmen really wanted to know if they were just pulling her leg when they talked about the “troll gardener.”

What was so weird about a troll gardener?

“Ree?” Sylphie asked with a confused screech, coming in with the clutch assist.

“As Sylphie said, I wasn’t the one who did anything this time. You did,” Jake shot back.

“She did not say that.”

“Ree!” Sylphie huffed.

Carmen looked at the bird. “Touche. How the hell do you even understand Sylphie? Like, I can get general intent and stuff, but not anything even halfway complex.”

courses when I went to college.

an actual thing,” Carmen scoffed. “But seriously, how? We both got that language translation skill, but I don’t think it translates anything that isn’t considered an actual

myself. It’s mainly guesswork and just intuition as well as reading the intent as you said,” Jake shrugged. “It helps when you spend a lot of time around the other person. Sylphie and I also have a weird contract and a connection of sorts due to said

looked sharply at Jake.

to pretty much enslave beasts to use them in armies. Not that some beasts didn’t also willingly join these tamers, but the fact that they were bound

wasn’t even me who

two running humans a few times,

Carmen sighed in

more in silence as Jake considered their merry band. It did come as a bit of a surprise, but Carmen had not surpassed him in level as he had thought.

and magic – something she still did. She said that she had to take a few hours every week and submerge her hands in some

made noises to taunt them, and she sometimes sped ahead and then laid down on the ground pretending to be asleep until they

extreme, but even her normal flying speed now exceeded Jake’s by a large margin, and while he could

the air also wouldn’t be faster for either of them as the energy expenditure was far larger doing that. So they were stuck running with

did help them a bit as they always ran with a tailwind and a refreshing breeze blessed their way forward, giving them

about two days after departing from the small town, they came to one of the areas

got to ask, do you have a full key for that Seat of the Exalted Prima thing and the system event?” Jake asked Carmen as they took a small break before heading into the orange

she said and seemed oddly reluctant to

on.

came out of the dungeon that he had been stuck in for a long time right around when I left… three members of his party died, and he was in shit condition. He would have no chance to get three

focus on getting another one?” Jake asked,

just shook her head. “It just isn’t

as he

“Why do you even

just wanted to know if we are collecting one or four more fragments. It seems we are going for four, so it may get a bit tight on time, but I am sure we can manage. There should be

don’t care about getting a key,”

afraid of the

fucking afraid. I just don’t need

do I, but I will sure participate anyway for whatever rewards it may give. You

want to get told how much I fucked up my life already and how I could have been way smarter in retrospect or suddenly be

her and thought for a bid before

said, almost

use a bow, but I like my bow, so that event can fuck right off. I will instead just use

good way to end up stuck at early C-grade

opposite. You know Valdemar, right?”

purposefully

and apparently didn’t think too much about stuff, but he still ended up reaching godhood in a time where

who managed to lead countless battles and dictated the rise and fall of entire intergalactic empires. He

hardheaded dude who likes to swing an axe isn’t mutually exclusive,” Jake

you trying to start a fight

suddenly just stopped talking as she stood with a blank stare for a few moments. Jake wondered what

“What happened?” Jake asked.

fucking wife just laughed and said you were right on the money,” Carmen said with

“So just do

looked like the god who had blessed Carmen – Gudrun – spoke to her again as she stood there with a blank stare. Jake saw a faint hint of