Omen: 7, 11

  “I’m sorry for b you, Adam,” the woman ipte said.

  “It’s fine,” Adam replied sipping some tea.

  The pair sat opposite one another in a private room at the Adventurer’s Guild.

  “Vice Master Paul has revealed to me your abilities in Alchemy. I hear you are able to make powerful Health Potions?”

  “Yes,” Adam replied, simply. “Actually, I made my best ohe other day, actually.”

  Adam retrieved his pack, opening up a pouch within it, and revealed the Health Potion.

  The woman dipped her finger into it, tasting the potion. The tingly sensatiorayed how powerful it was.

  “You made this?”

  “That I did,” Adam said, smiling. “Took me a day.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “A day.”

  “A day?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you say a day?”

  “Yes.”

  “One day?”

  “Yes.”

  She stared at Adam, her eyeshes fluttering.

  "You ask Jurot, I think I went with him to buy some herbs,” Adam said. “Did I? Actually, I’m not sure. I think I did. Even so, you ask my party that I usually take a day to make them.”

  She wasn’t sure if she should believe Adam, but sidering what he had revealed to her, she couldn’t help but feel this was only scratg the surface.

  “Wow,” she whispered. “If you make such a great potion within a single day, I have no doubt you are a great Alchemist.”

  “If you say stuff like that my ego’ll bee even bigger,” Adam said, chug. “I was just really lucky that day. If Fate isn’t on my side, then I ’t make a det potion.”

  “Are you feeling lucky today?”

  “No,” Adam admitted.

  “Would you be willing to tell me when you are feeling lucky? I would be willing to reward you handsomely.”

  “I am pretty handsome, aren’t I?” Adam chuckled, rubbing his with a smug smile. “That’s the Elvish blood in me, I think.”

  The woman awkwardly smiled towards him.

  “Don’t worry, it’s for the little Princess isn’t it?” Adam said, chug.

  “Thank you again, Adam,” the woman said.

  “Any time.”

  She stared at Adam long and hard. “In your dream, did we succeed?”

  Adam smiled. “You did.”

  The woman’s lips formed the smallest of smiles. “The Vice Master seems to have a lot of trust in you.”

  “He shouldn’t,” Adam said.

  Her brows raised in surprised. “Why is that?”

  “I’m a bunch of trouble,” Adam said, smiling wide. “There’s no doubt I’ll e to blows with even more Nobles in my time, and when I do, I’ll be sure to cry to good ol’ Vice Master Paul.” Adam winked.

  The woman smiled slightly. “It sounds like you trust him.”

  “Of course I do,” Adam said. “He’s married to an Iyrman. Anyone close to an Iyrman is trustworthy to me.”

  “I have heard you are a Nephew of the Iyr. Does that mean you’re trustworthy?”

  “Maybe?” Adam said. “I do my best to be trustworthy, but I’m not sure if I am trustworthy.”

  The woma out a soft sigh, before reag down to her neckce, before she shifted from a Human woman to a Half Elf woman. Her red hair was short, cut into a bob, like liquid ruby. Her ears were like his own, and most surprising of all were her faint tattoos across her face.

  “Elowen!” Adam gasped, his eyes wide. “Sorry, Lady-“

  Elowen pced a hand on his face. “Yes,” she said. “You must uand why we’re moving through this nd in disguise.”

  Adam nodded his head as she pulled her hand away. “That makes se is quite a pain, isn’t it?”

  “Unfortunately so,” she said.

  “Are you from the same group of Elves?”

  “No,” Lady Elowen said. “We are to the south of Aswadasad.”

  “Ah,” Adam said, nodding his head. “Ohe Princess is safe and well, I might head down that way to say hello, if I’m allowed to?”

  “If you mao help us, I will speak on your behalf,” she said.

  “I’d appreciate it,” Adam said. ‘She’s a Noble, which means that it’s her a yes or a no.’

  Jurot had waited for Adam in the on room. “Are your ready?”

  Adam nodded. “Let’s go.”

  Adam did not wear his helmet, revealing his Elvish ears to the world, though he did tio wear his breastpte, and he kept his Lightsear and die close at hand, just in case.

  The pair walked around the town, with a rge amount of attention being drawn to them. Adam’s ears twitched as he felt all the stares.

  “You there!” called a voice from aside.

  Adam tensed up, seeing a young woman dart up beside them.

  ‘Of course I ’t catch a break,’ Adam thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. He exhaled, w what she was going to do.

  “Would you mind ing with me?” the young woman asked, her eyes beaming at Jurot.

  ‘Is Jurot being seduced?’

  Adam kept his jaw glued together, his eyes growing wide.

  “What is it that you need?” Jurot asked.

  “My little brother has always wao meet an Iyrman,” she said. “He hasn’t had the ce yet.”

  ‘Do you really think we’ll believe that?’

  “Very well,” Jurot said, his lips twitg upwards.

  ‘Jurot!’

  “This lease.” The woman ed her arms around Jurot’s arm and quickly pulled him away.

  Adam followed after, his eyes gng around for any threat.

  Perception CheckD20 + 3 = 12 (9)

  As they walked through a back alley, Adam tensed up, clutg his die tight. They circled around to a shack three stories tall, where the young woman quickly knocked on the door.

  “Lenry! Lenry! e, quicky!”

  Adam kept his eyes about, trusting that Jurot would deal with anything in front of them. He noted a few looks their way from a few men, each of whom were wearing thick cloaks.

  The door opened, and Adam dared a peek, only to see a young boy, maybe four years old, who was looking up at them.

  “Anna?” the boy called.

  “Look, Lenry. It’s an Iyrman.”

  “Iyrman?” the boy asked, staring up at Jurot, seeing his furry attire, the axe at his side, and the tattoo on the Iyrman’s forehead. “Iyrman!” he said, boung and g his hands.

  Adam blinked.

  “It really is an Iyrman,” a man called from nearby.

  “An Iyrman! Jerry! It’s an Iyrman!” shouted another.

  ‘What the hell is going on?’

  Soon the pair were flooded by people all about them, most of them who were young, whereas others seemed to be retired folk.

  Soon, Jurot was holding out his arms with four children dangling off of them, and there were a handful of people who were swinging the Iyrman’s axe food luck.

  “What’s with the Half Elf?” an older man said, keeping a suspicious eye on Adam.

  “I’m Adam,” he said.

  “Adam is my brother.”

  “Your brother?” the man asked, staring at Adam’s forehead. “He’s got no tattoos.”

  “He is a Nephew of my family,” Jurot said, “but he is my brother.”

  The man squinted his eyes. “I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

  “Yes,” Jurot agreed.

  “What’s the story behind that then?” an older man asked, one who had a single arm, and was heavily scarred across his face.

  “I’ll tell you if you tell me about your arm and those scars,” Adam said.

  “What a cheeky bastard!” The old man ughed. “Adam, eh? I’m Je, of Red Hawk.”

  “Red Hawk?”

  “We were an old group that was active about thirty years ago,” Je said. “In fact, I’m sure I’ve met an Iyrman with the same tattoos as this young man back when I was a boy.”

  “The same tattoos? Are you sure?”

  “Ay, he had an axe and shield too. I ’t fet him.”

  “What colour was his axe?” Jurot asked.

  Je rubbed his . “His axe was red, and I think his shield was red too.”

  “My grandfather, Jarot, son of Varot,” Jurot said, nodding his head.

  “That’s why I called my party Red Hawk,” he admitted. “To think that you’re here now, it must be fate.”

  “Yeah,” Adam said, “Fate.”

  Jurot threw Adam a knowing look. “Then I will wish you all bee strong so that you may bee great Adveoo.”

  The children cheered, but Je whacked oh his sleeve. “What do you mean you’ll be an Adventurer? You’ll be a Scribe, live a proper life for your parents.”

  The kid rubbed the back of his head and grumbled up at his grandfather.

  “We should probably go and tih our business,” Adam said.

  “You should e by in the evening for dinner,” Je said.

  “Oh, we shouldn’t intrude,” Adam said, patting Jurot’s back. “Though ime we’re in Jaghi, we’ll e by to speak with you about your stories.”

  “You haven’t even told us how you came to be an Iyrman’s brother,” Jrumbled.

  “Good, then we have a reason to e by ime,” Adam said. “Then we find out about your arm and your scars.”

  Je chuckled. “Alright then. Take good care of yourself, you two.”

  Adam nodded, and soon the pair were off again, heading out to buy some souvenirs.

  “I thought we were going to get jumped,” Adam admitted.

  “Jaghi has positive views of Iyrmen.”

  “Why is that?”

  “They are full of warriors. There are times when some Iyrmen e to Jaghi to spar with the different warriors.”

  “Ah,” Adam said. “Cool.”

  Ohey were at the market, the pair of them split off for a short while. Jurot went to go find some wood, as he did every time he had time in a town.

  Adam slipped into a smithery. “Excuse me,” he said, watg as a beautiful middle aged woman was w a spearhead made of some kind of metal with flecks of pem.

  “Yes?” she asked, not turning to see him.

  “I’m looking for a longsword made of Jagite,” he said.

  “I’ve got a few,” she said. “Check the rack.” She tinued hammering the spearhead rhythmically, like she was a musi of steel.

  Adam stepped towards the rack, which held six longswords. Their handles were made of the same metal, a darkish blue with goldehough were covered in different coloured leathers.

  “How much are they?” Adam asked.

  “White handle is one hundred gold, grey is eighty, the rest are fifty,” she replied.

  “I’ll take the white handle sword,” he said, undoing it off the rack. “ I pay with two Onyx gems?”

  The woman stopped w the spearhead, gng over at the high spender only to see him in puthral breastpte, with a beautiful white sword, made of the Iyrmen’s materials.

  “Is that puthral?” she said, quickly rushing up to him, grabbing onto the armour with her sweaty hands.

  “Yes,” Adam said, feeling a little awkward that a pretty woman was rubbing all over his armour.

  “Is that Iyrsteel?” she asked, squatting down to stare at his longsword.

  “I think so,” he said.

  “You think so?” Her eyes shot upwards to see his pointed ears. “A Half Elf? What are you doing with Iyrmen’s materials? Did you loot it off an Iyrman?”

  “No,” Adam said, chug. “They traded it to me.”

  “They traded this to you?” She raised her brow, obviously not falling for his words.

  “Yeah,” Adam said. “I’m a Nephew of the Iyr.”

  “A Nephew you say?” Her brows raised further. “Uhuh, I’m sure.”

  “Whether you believe me or not important. Are my gems wele here, or do I o find another pce to do business?”

  “Why wouldn’t they be wele here?” she said, patting his armour. “Two Onyx is fine.”

  Gems: (20) Onyx -> (18) Onyx

  “Are you ied in trading your armour or sword?” she asked. “I’ll pay good .”

  “No,” Adam replied, smiling. “I know it’s difficult to get our hands on these, so I io keep them close at hand until they’re well used.”

  She clicked her teeth. “What a shame.”

  “May I leave?” he asked.

  “I’m not keeping you,” she said, before returning back to her work, thinking about what she had heard.

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