Isarnfur

Chapter 13

Will looked about, the gate opened up to a smallish plaza with a pyre encased by a small well, something that had a nice aesthetic that was novel to Will. The Pyre's light lit up enough to see there were a few stands still up at this late hour, something not entirely the norm a couple decades ago. Will ignored that, looking for some sort of obvious sign for an inn

Unlike the little village we visited previously, this place used a language instead of pictographs that dominated the less cultured parts of the human realms. "Uh what does this say?" WIll asked, "It kinda looks like hebrew but I can't read that" He continued, "Well the spell that the Otherworlders use to summon people only can make people translate verbal parts of languages, they currently don't know how to fully translate languages into others just yet." I reported.

"Why do they allow summoning people to this world but abhor other magic?" Will asked, looking about the road, I was also translating the signs of the shops for him so he could find where we were going to stay.

"Something about it being considered a blessed 'magic of the spirits and gods''' I told him. "What does that even mean?" He asked me, "Dunno" I told him truthfully. We kept on searching the dimly lit street for an inn of decent looks, the majority of the places were craftsman shops and shabby inns. We navigated the streets, keeping an eye on the patrolmen out of interest. They had large torches, wooden poles the size of a man with half of it wrapped in oiled linen.

Will and I, which really was just Will, gathered up enough courage to ask one of the police to see where a decent inn was, the man seemed slightly shocked. Apparently helping others wasn't the normal thing for these men to do.

The patrolman took a look at the coin Will was given and led Will to a spot net to a couple houses. The inn was called "Slept'd Inn", something I told Will. Will thanked the Patrolman, entering the small bar which acted as the reception of the building, it was a place of dimmer light then outside and of musky smell of straw covering bad refuse.

Will looked about, looking for a table close to the bar, wanting an actual seat instead of the stools. Plus there were people at the bar which Will didn't necessarily know. The port city we were at wasn't exactly a place I visited often which made Will on guard. He mumbled to himself mentally, reprimanding himself that he was acting like he would "In the Second Colonial War".

A waiter came out, the man was of scrawny stature, "what would you like sir?" he asked Will. The man was having the gait and tone of the man who had lived his majority of life in the streets. "Something that's not too strong and a stew please" Will asked, noticing that he wasn't being given a "menu" whatever that was. Something I would ask later.

The waiter nodded and left, a couple minutes later a raccoon came out, having a platter of food in his paws, which he gave to Will. Will put it on his table and was about to start eating, until the raccoon tugged at the hem of his pants accompanied with a growl of some sort. Will looked down, the raccoon was holding up a necklace with coins on it. Will got the point quickly and got out three copper coins, handing them to the raccoon. It made a whistling sound and nodded. Heading off back into the kitchen.

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Once the meal was done, Will came up to the bar, asked for a bed for a night and paid with the majority of coin. The lady at the bar slid him a key which had a numeral on it, one that Will was familiar with. He thanked the lady and headed up the stairs. The second floor was well beyond the mediocre standards down below, small dried flowers were in frames, accenting small paintings on the wall. The room that Will got was as nice as the hall.

He slept as I gathered mana, pulling out the last of the stored mana in some of the flowers, something I haven't thought of doing before. It seemed the flowers were almost consenting for me to use their last reserve of mana. I contemplated this as I pulled even more mana out of the air, the cells filling up at the usual trickle.

Once I was done with most of the cells, day broke, the sun gently waking up the travel worn Will. He grumbled a bit, enjoying the bed and the gentle light which awoke him. "Good morning" I told him, he nodded his head in response. He threw his legs over the bed and got up, starting his day by washing his face, trimming the beard he grew throughout the travels with a proper mirror, and finally grabbing a cloak to throw over the clothes he slept in.

Will went down to the bar, needing directions. "Hey, is there a ship that's going to Lurin?" Will asked, a lady that was the age to be a grandmother. "There is the Attis, a riverboat that is carrying some peoples and cargo there." the lady said. Will slid her a coin as thanks, she nodded and thanked him.

Will quick-stepped down to the port looking for a ship with the name "Attis" on its hull. It was only but a minute that elapsed until he found it, a boat with a figurehead of a man, one part of his face was with a scowl and a tear, the other having a pair of glasses cut at the nose, showing wisdom, having a that part of the face in open laughter.

Will walked on the, well, the walk plank. Which ended with him in the way of a man. "How can we help you?" said the sailor. "I would like to pay for travel on your boat sir." Will said. "How shall you pay?" the sailor asked, Will gave him the pouch, only having one silver coin in the pouch.

The sailor looked about and seemed to have an obviously benevolent streak come over him. "Are you willing to help around the ship? A silver coin will only get you there a third of the way" He stated bluntly. Will nodded, the sailor looked back and yelled to someone above in the ship "We got a temporary crew member!"

And that is how the next two weeks went.