Army of the Damned

CHAPTER 9

As the meeting between the powerful and elite draws to its conclusion, the Adamantium Party comes to arrive at a small shop in a dark alleyway South of the city. With the dimming light and the arrival of the evening, the small sign that says "All Seeker" with an arrow pointing down to a staircase that leads to a small basement was barely visible now as the city was soon drenched in an orange color and the cold breeze of the night were starting to make itself known.

At first, the party just stood at the top of the stairs, Ingraine looking down at the dinghy wooden door that's seen better days, it was as shady as it could get and Eattare did not like the look of the people staying around the alley. Grifvet just looked around and then back towards the basement staircase. "Errrr... is this what Sir Tacitus described as the place?"

"It is." Everyone turned to look at Bahamut, sitting peacefully on Ingraine's small shoulder. "I sense Divine artifacts from this place, the scent itself is alive with the history of many warriors." Pierence then took the first step down to the door. "It's fine, right?" he turns around, none of his friends going down with him. "Come on, some of the Merchants we asked about this place said that this person keeps to themselves. We should get this done before we waste more time."

"The shopkeeper from the road told me the person there is a Demon of sorts." Even with Eattare's words, Pierence just shrugged his shoulders, lifting his arms and hands while giving them a view of the side of his face and the smile on it. "Eh. What is some croot who runs a bakery gonna know about magic?" Bahamut sighs. "Just as my Master says, here goes nothing."

With Pierence leading the charge, the party goes down the stairs and when Grifvet opens the door, it creaked loudly as the Bell trap rings and they can see a tall woman inside it. Sitting behind a counter, she seems to be wearing a black Witch's robe, and inside the robe is a darker gown though there's a certain type of elegance that comes off her as its withered frills held some opulence to her figure still.

Her shop's atmosphere was heavy, with visible floating dust molecules, the olden shelves had seen much but the scent of the place was also welcoming. It has a strange sense of home to it, as if she's been living there for quite some time now. Her mature voice rings out in the shop and a tall beautiful woman in high heels shows herself.

"Hello dear Adventurers, welcome to the shop of "All Seeker" for those who seek something, can find it here. I am the Witch of the Night. How may I help? Need your future read? Buy an ancient weapon? Armor? I also make potions and scrolls for the right price." Her deep womanly voice rang out through the confined space like a speaker. Ingraine was quick, immediately began talking to the curvy woman. "We'd like to ask you a question. Our friend here Bahamut, she's looking for an ancient spell or scroll."

Her pointy hat's wide brim hit her face and as she stood up properly, Pierence and Eattare both couldn't help but stare at her with lively eyes. With such a thin waist yet busty figure and a large chest, she was rocking it like she meant it. Walking about with the stride of a woman who knows what she's doing and what she is.

Stopping in the center aisle of her many assortments of shelves, she elegantly pressed her rear up the counter, both her arms supporting her weight as she leaned back, exposing her figure to the party yet her eyes were locked at observing the Dragonic creature on the Elf's shoulder. "Hmmm...? Such a faint divination yet... it's so pure."

Bahamut's also mature, soft motherly female voice rings out. "You have a keen sense. Seems that Chosen One was right about you... and that dress of yours... I like your taste." Hearing it speak, it made her raise her head a bit, just enough for them to see her face, with a sharp chin and long nose, the woman was beautiful yet far. Her green eyes told a story of a Mage who has seen much for her young age. "You are looking for a scroll, correct? Please, do sit down and thank you, for the compliment. I shall do a free reading for you. I only do this to interesting guests so be humbled."