Chapter 15: Chapter 15.

When I woke up, the light from the outside had grown darker. Rain pummeled the roof, thunder rumbled in the distance. I had no idea how long I had slept, but felt completely refreshed.

A smell of fish stew, vegetables and burning wood drifted in the air from the fireplace. Summer and Dandee were sitting next to it, chatting. Arina wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“… restore the libraries that she had inherited from her grandma, and maybe-” Summer leaned in to whisper to Dandee. “… parents …”

“And how about you?” Dandee asked.

“I just want to go home. Back to the Well, but I can’t. I fear I may never be able to.”

“How come?”

Summer sighed. “I was banished by the elders for … for-”

I didn’t want to pretend to be sleeping while listening in on their conversation. So, I got up from the bed of straw with a groan, and felt a multitude of sore muscles. Dandee and Summer turned their heads in my direction.

“Oi, he’s awake. I need ya to fix up me sword. Can ya make it just like yours?”

“Consider it done,” I told him.

My mana was full. I would need every bit of it for all the work I had lined up. First, I reshaped Dandee’s machete into a gladius. After that, I checked to see if any of the scabbards we had looted would work for the wider blade, but none did. I could have re-shaped my sword so it would fit, but I liked the sword as it was.

Next, I resized the biggest chainmail to fit me. It was a tedious process with all the multitude of rings. I could only imagine how long it would have normally taken without magic. It felt cold to put on over just the t-shirt alone. What I really needed was a padded vest, or at least a thick sweater.

If I was going to be a vanguard, I needed to dress the part. I sliced apart the second star, used it to create leg guards, gauntlets, pauldrons, and knee guards. I added leather straps to hold them in place, so they wouldn’t shift with every step.

Lastly, I crafted a helmet for everybody, whether they liked it or not. Not wearing a helmet was how people died. For myself I had made a barbuta type helmet with a visor. It fit snug against the contours of my head and around my horns. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any cloth or leather for the padding. Something I would need to add later.

A solar eclipse had come and gone. Arina returned with food. Bread, cheese, sack of potatoes, bag of flour and a vial of oil. Also dried fruits I had never seen before. I asked her about getting some chairs, but she told me that stuff goes missing over the winter.

“Who steals it?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. The undead? The under-grounders?”

We stood around the fireplace and had a meal. She had also brought a poster with her.

“There’s a reward out for anyone with information about Stefan and his crew. But mostly for Stefan.”

“Really? They found the bodies already?” I knew it was a few hours, but still. That was fast. I thought I had hidden them well enough. Who goes around checking inside those stone coffins? They appeared looted already.

“No.” She pointed to the poster. “They’re looking for his body. They probably don’t know that he was killed by someone just yet.”

“So … how do they know he’s dead in that case?”

She stared at me with a look of ‘are you serious?’ on her face.

I shrugged. “What? He could be missing? Or lost, or something?”

“The lineage amulets.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course,” I said, but had no idea what she was talking about. “I just woke up, alright? Do you guys have any coffee?”

“This isn’t a cafe.”

“Well, it’s not a library either. Which, by the way, would be an amazing combination. A cafe bookshop. Buy a book, grab a cup of coffee and relax on a lazy afternoon. What do you think?”

Arina raised an eyebrow. “What’s an afternoon?”

“Nothing. I misspoke.”

Arina glanced around the empty room. “But, I do like your idea. Coffee and books. Yes. That could be perfect.”

“What’s a lineage amulet, eh?” Dandee asked.

“Parents buy them keep track of their kids. Sons and daughters. If the amulet goes dim … well, it’s not a good sign.”

I looked at the poster. It promised ten crowns for the body, but how much was a crown? Ten silver? A hundred? A thousand?

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“Just imagine how much food you could buy with ten crowns,” I said trying to get an idea of a crown’s worth without making it obvious that I didn’t know.

Arina chuckled. “Could buy a pig, and some chickens on top of that.”

“That sounds wonderful. How much does a pig go for these days?”

“Nine crowns or so.”

“And a chicken?”

“Are you trying to start a farm?”

“Maybe? Why not?”

“You’d need more than ten crowns for a farm. The land close to the walls isn’t cheap.”

That didn’t help me at all. I decided on another route. “Has price of the crown changed recently?”

“No, why would it? It’s always been a hundred silver as long as I can remember.”

I shrugged. “No reason.”

A troubling thought occurred to me. If people in this world could tell that someone is dead by using a magical item, what other forensic tools did they have? What if they were able to revive the dead, or talk to their ghosts? Judging by how calm Arina was, it didn’t appear to be the case.

“Who would go looking for Stefan’s killers around here?” I asked.

She scoffed. “If they find the bodies, the brotherhood might investigate.”

“And how good are they? Do they often succeed?”

“Honestly, they’re more interested in keeping an eye on outsiders, and vagrants rather than stretching their neck out to find a potentially deadly killer on the loose.”

“What about blood hounds, or trackers?” I asked.

Arina laughed. “Trackers? The only people that think those trackers are good are themselves. They couldn’t track a chicken in a hen yard.

“And bounty hunters?”

“You’re not worried about what happened with Stefan and his group, are you?”

“I like to be cautious. That’s all.”

“By bounty hunters, do you mean the ones that actually have the profession in their status, or the ones that call themselves that way?”

“The profession ones.”

Arina snorted. “Don’t worry about those. They are extremely rare, and most importantly, expensive. Stefan’s family is rich, but not that rich. In the whole of kingdom, I know of only three real bounty hunters, and two of them are retired.”

“Well, in that case I’m thinking that in a few days the remains in those stone coffins will start to smell something bad. We could pretend to discover them and collect an easy bounty?”

Arina grinned. “You must have read my mind, because I was about to suggest it myself.”

Ten crowns, or one-thousand silver sounded like a lot of cash. “Good. And in the mean time, what jobs could we pick up?”

“In three moons we’ll do the undead clear at sun rise on Andolphis.”

“I saw some bounty posters at the guild. Are any of them worth doing?”

“I would have normally said no, but now … with this group? We should take a look and see. I know some people around the cities that keep their eyes open. We could bribe them for a bit of information.”

I gestured to the table with the loot. “I made helmets for everyone, and I’ll adjust the chainmail shirts to your size. I still need a padded coat, but the rest we should sell.”

Arina nodded. “Set it aside, and I’ll take care of it later.”

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