A Myriad of Mysteries

04

She held it up for him to see and he was amazed, "If we sell this dagger it might be worth ten gold coins. That's more than enough to get our daughter back."

"Do not dare touch that dagger," Eirisinia's voice brimmed with anger as she struggled to escape from the ropes snaking around her body.

"Please calm down," the dagger intruded Eirisinia's mind.

How can I calm down if they intend to sell you?

The ropes around their bodies continued to squeeze them tighter.

"Hold on everyone," Reyzenar shouted in pain. "I think we can make a deal here..." pain seething through every word. 

"A deal?" the woman repeated as she lowered the dagger while still tightly holding on to the white guard.

Eirisinia felt Reyzenar take in a deep puff of air before he started to explain, "Yeah, a deal. You release us and we'll help you rescue your daughter," he persuaded with confidence. "How's that sound?"

Does he really think a bluff like that would work in this situation? What is he even thinking?

"Why should we believe you?" The man hesitated and the rope loosened a bit.

Reyzenar oozed with confidence, "Listen, you're free right now, so that means you've been rescued before and I only know one person who is willing to rescue and free Dark Conjurers such as yourselves," he grinned a mischievous arc.

"Don't tell me... you know HIM?" The man was surprised by what he had just heard. "Do you know where that man is right now?" He desperatetely asked.

"He..." he paused. "He's gone now..." the whole atmosphere fell into gloom. "But if you free us I'll guarantee that we'll help save your daughter, so long as you don't sell her dagger, that is." He looked at them with pleading eyes.

The couple went near each other and conversed for a few minutes.

"I'll get your dagger back, I promise," he whispered to her and a spark of hope ignited inside of her.

The clouds above them covered the large orange sun and noon turned into a dusk like time.

"You're a human right?" The man kept questioning him.

"As human as possible," he grinned.

The rope loosened around Reyzenar but it then tightened again around Eirisinia.

"What is the meaning of this?!" She demanded for an answer.

"A human once saved us but a light conjurer such as yourself can't be trusted," the man looked at her in distaste.

It had occured to Eirisinia that her hood was not up. She glared at Reyzenar.

"Sorry, I'm not incharge," he smiled awkwardly towards her, fueling her anger even more.

"I'll just take this," he grabbed the dagger from the woman and strapped it on Eirisinia's waist. "Happy now?"

She closed her eyes and felt a sense of relief knowing that the dagger is back in her arms.

"How do we pay for our daughter's freedom if we can't sell her dagger?" The woman asked Reyzenar.

Reyzenar smiled, "Simple, we don't pay, we just rescue her."

"But that's impossible, the dungeon is heavily guarded by a hundred light conjurers..." she worriedly stated.

"Hey Iris, how does a hundred sound?" He twisted his head towards her.