Rise of Fire: Dragons Reborn [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15

Sorry this is a day late! To be honest I forgot yesterday was Friday. So here's chapter fifteen! I'm hoping to break chapter 20 within the next week or so but I have a summer class these next two weeks out in the wilderness (Some lodging during the week may allow me to write and get chapters up so here's to hoping) so it may be up to two weeks before I get another chapter out. I do hope this is not the case! I'm enjoying pushing this story farther and getting it all laid out. Anyway, as usual please let me know what you think! Vote, comment, share! 

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Traveling with the dwarves actually turned out to be a relatively stress-free affair. Talia was never asked to perform any tasks other than guide them in the darkness. She was definitely not going to complain. More than that they kept their chitter-chatter to a minimum when she would get tense. In the week or so that they had been traveling together they had gotten good at spotting her mood shifts.

It was the last night they would be traveling before they reached Amethyst Cove. She anticipated that they would arrive in the late afternoon or early evening at the city gates. From there she knew a few of the more unclean Inns that would gladly shelter them from the light of the public. With her face in the shape it was in they definitely did not need extra attention. Especially with the prince of dwarves in the group.

"Do you think they will have Thunder-Rooks?" Grimor asked in the background. She wasn't certain if he was trying to address her or what Thunder-Rooks even were. Obviously some sort of Dwarven thing. When no one offered an answer she sighed,

"Most cities this far away from your homeland will not have anything dwarven related. They don't have an open trade line with the united Dwarven kingdoms either. If they do have any dwarven crafts in their markets it'll be third party stuff." Not to mention most cities had outlawed dwarven presence within their borders.

"You're not wrong there. We'll have to be careful not to have a large presence within the city. Allow Nico or Talia to perform most of the shopping while we head to the underground to gather information and plan our next move. I plan to be there only four days, a week at the most. Rest, recover, but don't go throwing around money. Leave that to our guardians." Bromyr spoke with conviction as his followers all grunted in agreement.

"I don't 'throw around money' you oafish dwarf." Talia growled as she turned her head. Bromyr flashed her a grin, his dark eyes glittering in mirth. She rolled her eye and turned back to the road. What was she going to do with them? If they even touched an ounce of ale they'd be asses to the wind.

"Then toss it giantess, or drop it... Or..." He hummed, scratching his beard as they marched. She rolled her eye again. She'd roll her eye clean out if they kept up making jokes. And she only had one left.

"I'll do what I very well please. Besides, we shouldn't spend a lot here. It'll draw attention, even to me. And this isn't the kind of city you want to be seen most of the time." She squinted at the sky and tried to imagine just how badly things could go if they were discovered by pirates. Something like a dragon egg could fetch unimaginable riches to the man brave enough to risk taking it. Her fingers clenched on the reins as she ground her teeth. If anyone tried to take it from her they'd burn to ashes before they could even fathom the pain they were in. Before they could even scream.

"You look tense Hound, is something bothering you?" Grimor piped up from the back. He was always the most observant, almost terrifyingly so. Grimor was always able to pinpoint Talia's mood even in the darkness. She released her grip and relaxed back into the saddle with a soft sigh.