The Huntsguild: A Huntsman's oath

Chapter Seventeen

    Having learned of the location of the men who ordered the attack on Mira's house, we got onto my motorcycle and we made our way to Shabbytown, which was, apparently a small town out in the country. It was actually quite a beautiful area, as the town was situated right in the middle of a valley. 

 Although,the town itself didn't look to great, as many of the buildings were made of recycled metal and were quite small and compact. Though, there were some of the occasional interesting buildings. One such building was an industrial looking pod, that had an Apothecary sign over it. Another was a witches' hut and even a tavern, one that looked like it belonged in the wild west. 

Anyways, we made our way over to the tavern and we went inside. And of course, the inside was barely lit, with only a few candles and the setting sun to light the place up. It was also pretty dusty, which caused me to sneeze, as soon as I walked in. As I did,the patrons of the tavern, all of whom looked very shady, stared at me. They seemed to be annoyed at my sneeze. 

 Not knowing what to do, I shrugged my shoulders and apologized, and they went back to doing what they were doing. 

 "What's their problem?" 

 Mira rolled her eyes. "Just stay close to me and try not to cause a scene." 

 "Hey,how was I to know they were so easily disturbed." 

 Mira looked at me and then she shook her head and then we searched around for the men who ordered the attack on Mira's house. Unfortunately, they weren't in the tavern, so Mira decided to ask around and eventually she found someone who knew the men in the pictures she had been showing around. 

 He looked like he was from one of those biker gangs. You know, bald, fat, with big arms and the beard. Not to mention,all that leather. I actually found it quite odd for a warlock, or vampire, or whatever they were to be in a biker gang. 

 Now that I thought it about, Mira sort of looked she belonged in a biker gang, as she was tough and wore leather, not to mention she had a metal chain that hung on the side of her pants all the time. Though, that said, going by that logic,I too looked like I belonged in a biker gang, as I usually wore a black leather jacket and I had my own motorcycle. Of course, I lacked the beard and the heavy-set body. 

 "Ok," Mira said, as she walked over to me. 

"These guys know where the men who invaded my house, so they're gonna show us."

"You sure that's a good idea?" 

 "Why?Because they look like biker gangs?"

 I made a face that answered her question. 

 Mira sighed. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying; Don't judge a book by its cover?" 

 "Yeah, yeah I know." 

 "Anyways,just follow these guys."

 I nodded, and we followed them out of the tavern and towards the northern edge of the town where there was an old and abandoned Victorian-looking library. 

 "You'll find that they've madethe place their home," said one of the bikers. 

 "Thanks, big guy," Mira said, as she hugged the biker.             

    "Sure, thing love, anything for you." 

 "See?"she said, with a smile. 

 "Uh-huh,"I said, looking at them, as they left.