Assassins of Amrynn

Thieves and Gangs of Lorentia

1 Lepus, 13077

It's been over a week since I've arrived at the Ivory Fox. I've yet to guess Caspian's secret. I've made a few guesses, but each attempt has ended in failure. My latest attempt had Indigo gasping for air on the floor. He wouldn't, or rather couldn't stop laughing. It wasn't funny.

I don't get how he finds it funny. All I said was Caspian could be the prince of Oakland. It was only a guess. For all I know, I'm right, and he is the prince of Oakland. Caspian didn't tell me. Neither did Indigo.

I know he's not a part of  Thavisea's royal family. If he were, he'd have a gold or silver ring around his pupil and or flecks of gold or silver throughout the iris. It's a hereditary gene. Only the Thavisean royal family has it.

And Caspian doesn't have it.

He doesn't have much going for him. This guild, a few friends, good food and his life. Things that aren't going his way are his bad attitude, the rumour of his murdered betrothed, and me being an enormous pain in his arse.

The last one I'm proud of.

"Come on, Uriel wants to talk with us," Nyx pops his head into the large training area. He watches as I kick the dagger out of Morgan's hand and knock her flat on her arse. "Good one, Bree,"

"Thank you,"

I offer my hand to Morgan. She gives me a hellish smile. She takes my hand and flips me over her. I land with a dull thud and crack of my back. Oh. I didn't think that would crack it. Well, thank you, Morgan Stone. Thank you.

"Mean,"

"Love you too,"

Kerra walks over and helps me up. She grins, slinging an arm around mine and Morgan's shoulders. Being around the same height as them has its perks. This is one. Kerra is the shortest of us. I'm in the middle, and Morgan is the tallest. Axel guesses there's an inch between each of us.

Morgan and I grab our weapons and sheath them.

Nyx leads the way to Uriel's office. We take the same way Indigo and I took ten days ago. Going any other way is nearly impossible unless you enter through a window.

Which is not advisable. There is some form of spell encasing them. And it hurts.

Outside Uriel's study, Nyx knocks. Twice. Uriel doesn't waste time. He ushers us in. Caspian, Indigo and Axel are lounging on the chairs to the left of Uriel's desk. They nod to us, or rather Morgan and Kerra. Caspian makes no movement to greet me.

I stand by Morgan as she sits on the chair across from Indigo. Nyx sits at Indigo's feet, and Kerra stands by Caspian.

Once we're settled, Uriel begins.

"I'll keep this brief. King Tarryen has been having trouble with a gang of thieves. He's asked the brotherhood to send their best group to Deleos, Lorentia,"

Axel gasps. He gets up and does a little dance. Swinging of the arms, lifting of the legs. A silly little dance. Uriel lets Axel have his moment. However brief. Axel coughs and sits down. He smiles to himself, even in shame.

Uriel smiles and shakes his head. "Glyn Erickson, the leader of the Phantom Guild, put a noncombatant on the inside. You won't have to look for the person. They will present themselves to you,"

"How will we know?"

"You'll know," Uriel says. He pulls what looks like a badge out of his desk. Or rather, an oddly shaped belt buckle. "Bree, this is yours. You have proved to be worthy of this. It may become your saving grace. Keep this on you at all times. Morgan will show you how to wear it,"