L [o/i] ve is a journey

Torwards a dream (The Second Day Part 3)|Hidden

The door the clerk of the adventurer's guild described needed quite a bit convincing to swing open.

So, of course, when they entered the room through the side door, the said thing wasn't exactly silent, and the dim tavern they found themself in went quiet. Nerivie was hit with an expected, while Lunaris had a rather frightening sight: A bunch of shady people sat around tables, and as they were gambling or drinking before, they now were now completly in silence. It would have been easy to drop a pin needle and hear the shattering sound of it hitting the ground.

Lunaris took some steps back, and tried to escape the way back where they came from, but his hand was still in the grip of Nerivie. She held him back, cautiously.

The number of eyes peeking and staring at them, evaluating if they were easy prey, was hard to determine. Nerivie stared in the room, with a confidence that knew she could that them on, if she must. And with the same confidence, she started to speak: „Hello. I am just asking once. Who is responsible for evaluating affiliations for the shadow element?" the person that would only reach to the hips of most of the people here asked in a very bold way.

The response was a deep, loud laughter, coming from all sides, which suddenly stopped when she rose her finger, and shot a fireball at the celing. It was a quick, unexpected shot, showing off a level of knowledge and skill. The resulting fire projectile was big enough to leave a burn mark at the ceiling and called the grimey candle holder down due the laws of gravity. When it hit the ground, it broke the floor, the same eyes that just stared at the both of them before in menace now looked at the molden metal what used to be the connection of the holder to the celing in surprise.

Lunaris jumped back startled at the sight of it, and looked at her in disbelief. This happened so quick, so well calculated, he felt like he missed half of it. He didn't know anything about magic, but he was sure she was an experienced user of her element.

„WHO is it? I have business with him! And my time is VERY precious!" she grumbled loud and inpatient. Finally, after some pause, somebody sighed: „Stop destroying the interior, Fox Mask Girl!"

„Then apply the laws of hospitality! You're the owner and this is a tavern." she responded in a snide remark.

„And he is none of our kind!" the bar keeper gave back, getting straight to the point. Of course, Nerivie thought, it was clear that I cannot be here to get myself tested, and this place is, in a way, right next to the other guild. Of course the news spread quickly!

Of course, Lunaris thought, I am really not good for nothing. What good is there, following this path further down. It will only keep disappointing her further. I should stop her before her disappointment makes her leave me behind. They all do, they all did.

„We'd like to see that for myself, thank you!" Neri resisted snappy.

„Fine. 1 Gold!" The owner of the tavern and leader of the guild demanded.

Nerivie stared at him and silently lifted her hand: A fireball the size of a cartwheel appeared. Unamused, she proclaimed: „One silver."

Lunaris looked at her: why she kept going? Why was she being so reckless? For him? Forget about that, he wasn't worth it! He thought, unable to understand the reason for her persistence.

„Are you insane?" The leader yelled shocked „What's up with that strategy? Alright, 50 silver! UWAH!" he fell back in the ground on the size of the monster of a fireball she had conjured. That thing had the size of the hot sun on the sky, and would, undoubtly, destroy the place and everybody inside it. That girl was insane!

„ONE SILVER!" her voice was harsh, and left no doubt she was firing the thing on him, on everybody, he he refused. Everybody took cover. The Leader didn't need to look to see how the literal sun in her hand started to char the ceiling and parts of the surrounding. The heat it gave off was incredible. Nerivie leanded over the table, as if she was taking aim.