The Amethyst Flame

Chapter 89: Travert

Travert was shocked out of his mind when he saw us teleport in the middle of the market.

"What the fu-" he began to say before Jethro cut him off.

"Yeah, you piece of human excrement, we just teleported. What is your dumb ass going to do about it?" he challenged Travert who reached for his whip.

"Frostus Freezus!" I shouted and the whip cracked into a thousand pieces.

"That was my good whip!" he complained.

"I don't give a crap," Zaxl muttered.

"Who are you to challenge me, strange man?!" he roared.

"I'll show you!" Zaxl grinned and took his hood off.

"Bloody hell, you guys are supposed to be extinct!" Travert turned pale as a sheet of paper.

"And yet, we're not, Travert," Zaxl hissed.

"What do you want from me?" he shuddered.

"A bag full of frost bells," Jethro teased.

"Never!" he refused.

"I could blind you," Zaxl said angrily.

"Please don't!" he shook and started putting the frost bells into a bag.

"Good boy!" Jethro mocked.

"I will never forget this!" he shouted.

"Don't worry, neither will we, Travert," I taunted.

"Just leave..." he begged.

"You are of some use to us. Show us where the sick are," Jethro asked him to show where the plague hit the hardest. Travert pointed to the east and nodded.

"Zaxl, how do you feel about healing the village?" Jethro asked.

"Oh, so this lizard knows how to heal people too?" Travert scoffed.

"I'm a Draulter, not that someone of your intelligence would know that," he delivered a roast of epic proportions.

"Oh, boo hoo. You guys are supposed to be dead!"

"Zaxl, zip his lips shut! He's pissing me off," Jethro begged.

"Lippus Zippus," he cast. Travert tried to speak but was unable to no matter how hard he tried.

"Leave him," Jethro said plainly.

We left for the east side of Colmer and didn't look back once.