The fire raged in the middle of the vilge while food was being cooked. Adam hat some of the vilgers were wearing scales which had been sewn into a soft leather underh. At their sides were a warhammer and a club. They seemed to be the more experienced group, and sidering their bruises, had been in the front of the fighting.

  Every vilger carried at least a club, whereas a few carried maces or staffs too. Skeletons fell quickly to such ons, so it made sehat they carried mostly ons with blunt ends.

  “There were so many Fireball spells, that is what you call them, yes?” Merl, the Chief, asked Vonda ohey were all sitting at the fire.

  “Yes,” the young Priest replied.

  “How amazing! I didn’t knoriests could cast Fireball, I always thought it was the magics of those others.” Merl gave Vonda a knowing look, as though they were talking about something terrible.

  “Some Priests , but I ot,” Vonda admitted.

  The Priests of Noor, those who could be found in most pces of Aswadia, knew how to cast such a spell, which is why it was so difficult for Aldnd to invade.

  “So it was Sir Asriest?” Merl asked, looking to the dark skinned Dunes.

  “Dunes,” Dunes introduced himself, uanding that she may have fotten his name. “And no, it wasn’t me either.”

  Merl stared at the pair fused. She khat Fireball was a great spell, they said only those who were Experts and stronger could cast them. Was there anreat Expert who could cast such spells?

  “That was me,” Adam said.

  “You?” the Chief asked. “You cast Fireball?”

  “Yes.”

  Merl stared at him for a long moment. Then, seeing those pointed ears, everything made seo her.

  Of course an Elf could cast great magic.

  A few injured vilgers were brought towards the tre of the vilge, and Vonda quickly excused herself to assist them.

  Mana: 9 -> 0Spell: Healing Word

  Adam, as slyly as he could, cast his spell.

  “Had a nice day?”

  “Skeleton really got you good, huh?”

  “Oof. That’s going to leave a scar.”

  He spoke casual words each of the wounded vilgers, who were filled with a great warmth as his healing magics filled them.

  Healing Word.

  Though it wasn’t quite as powerful as Cure Wounds, it allowed Adam to heal from some distanbsp;

  The vilgers were certain that the Elf had cast magic upon them. Seeing as he had healed them, and that he was casually eating, seemingly not wanting to make a big deal of the matter, they left him alone.

  “Merl, e here and sit with the kind Elf,” the Chief called. ‘Fireball and magics of the Gods?’

  “Half,” Adam corrected. “Half Elf.”

  “Half Elf, wholly good,” the Chief joked.

  Adam smiled. “I know someone else wholly good too. Our Nobby’s a big d and good at heart. He’s still not an Expert, I’ve been a little busy for that, but I’m sure he’ll be an Expert soon, probably at the end of this year.”

  “Right,” Merl, the young one, replied, pletely disied. She sat down nearby, not beside them, but she didn’t want to annoy her grandmother.

  Nobby sat beside Adam, though he remained quiet. He wasn’t able to look at Merl, who he thought retty as Dawnval.

  “We will have to remain here for a few days,” Jurot said. “The Undead will tio attack for some time.”

  “What about the other vilges?” Adam asked. There were two other vilges from here to Red Oak.

  “Iyrmen have already bee,” Jurot assured.

  “That’s good,” Adam said.

  Food was brought to them, and they sang and drank and ate. A handful of vilgers were on watch around the small towers which had been built about fifty steps apart from one another, with at least two hundred on watch at all times.

  “How did you mao bee so powerful so quickly?” Argon asked, ohey were all in the rge house which had been prepared for them.

  “Luck?” Adam said, smiling at Argon. They had met a little over a year ago, when he had been a wee little Level 1.

  Now he was an Expert, Level 5, meaning he could either cast Third Gate spells, or he could attack twice with his bde. Well, he was someone who could do both, so was sidered slightly greater than an Expert, especially since he could fend off someone sidered a Master for some time.

  Argon just ughed. “Luck?”

  “Do not bother him,” Tazwyn said. “If he does not want to say, then leave him.”

  “It may be luck,” Jurot said.

  The pair looked to Jurot. He, too, had been someone who was like a newly born calf just a year ago, a here he stood, an Expert. Their eyes fell to Jaygak and Kitool, who had been slightly less experiehan Jurot, ahey were sidered Experts too.

  Argon was the most powerful of the group, firmly an Expert, and on his way to bee a Master within a decade. Each of his panions were also firmly Experts, and they were on their way to bee a Master a little after him, a he couldn’t help but think they might reach such heights only after these whelps who had only stepped out of the Iyr a year ago.

  ‘Is this a new age?’ Argon thought. However, that was as far as his thoughts went. He would allow Tazwyn to think on his behalf. He would just wield his greatsword, as he always did.

  Tazwyn’s thoughts went deeper. She wondered how Adam had mao gain such heights, but she thought about what he had said.

  A previous life.

  Back then, when they had first met, Tazwyn was unsure if she should have let the Half Elf live. She had heard that he was close with his sister, the sister he shouldn’t have known would have existed.

  “Adam,” Tazwyn called.

  “Yeah?” Adam asked, yawning.

  “Are you treating Lanarot well?”

  Adam scoffed. “Why don’t you ask Jurot?”

  Tazwyn looked to Jurot.

  Jurot nodded. “Cutest In The Whole World.” Jurot then y ba his b.

  ‘What does that mean?’ Tazwyn thought.

  The feassed with Adam and the others assisting the vilgers with skeleton sying. There were a great many skeletons which had arrived, but with almost aire group of Experts, two of whom were Priests with access to Spirit Sentinels, and a third Expert who had access to Fireball, what were the skeletons to do but fall politely before their magics.

  Kandal roared with ughter, wrestling both Jurot and Adam under his arms as they made their way to the tral fire ie evening. He dragged them to drink with him, which they dared not refuse. Kandal was normally quite quiet, along with Eshva, but he became quite loud whe came to fighting and having fun.

  “It was in this vilge you gave me the Right to Lead,” Kandal said.

  “Excuse me?” Adam said. He wasn’t sure what Kandal was talking about, though it sounded familiar.

  “Last year, with Balrog. You forced us to fight with him to save those children. I was happy to fight, but Argon wished to kill you.”

  “Right, I remember,” Adam said. When he had spoken with Argohe Iyrman had told Adam that he was moments away from dying at one point.

  Jurot drank another cup. “Adam gave me a great honour.”

  “As he did with me,” Kandal said, nodding to the young Iyrman.

  Jurot had some history with Balrog. Back then, when he was a boy, he had brought a great shame to his father. He was a boy, so there was no stain in the honour, but it had weighed on his mind.

  Adam had guaranteed Jurot something, something which had allowed him to step forward and attack. It was then, Jurot supposed, that he had first given Adam some trust. Adam had allowed Jurot his vengeance, a ce to wash away the stain of dishonour which he had felt in his heart.

  It hadn’t been for him, however.

  “I wonder how those kids are,” Adam mumbled quietly to himself.

  “They were returned back to their families safely,” Kandal assured.

  “I know that much,” Adam replied. “You’re Iyrmen, after all.”

  Kandal smiled. “I was denied my Right to Kill, but I was given the Right to Lead. I brought the story bay wife, and now there is little dal.”

  “Here’s to dal,” Adam said, raising his cup into the air. “May they burn brightly.”

  Kandal threw his head ba raucous ughter, but raised his cup, drinking with the pair. “Adam! Are you married yet?”

  “Not yet,” Adam said. “I’m too young to marry.”

  “You are old enough! e, I will find a cousin of mine for you! You use an axe already, yes? You use a bigger axe!” Kandal kept ughing.

  “Sorry, Kandal, but I’m a Nephew of the Rot family, and I don’t pn to marry any time soon.”

  “I will find you a nice young man or woman!” Kandal assured.

  “Kandal,” Adam called. “I’m not gay.”

  Kandal stopped ughing, before staring at Adam. He looked down to his cup, w if it had impaired his hearing. “You are not?”

  “No.”

  “Every Dal member is built well!” Kandal assured. “Man or woman!”

  Adam sighed, drinking more. He had to refuse Eshva too, but luckily Tazwyn and Argon had left him be.

  The fighting tinued over the few days, and at one point, Nobby had almost fallen itle, but he was in capable hands, and was healed.

  “Don’t worry,” Adam said, patting the young man’s shoulder. “You did well. If it was a vilger, they probably would have died.”

  Nobby just nodded.

  The skeletal army was beien with little difficulty, and proved to be great practise for Brittany.

  “Jurot,” Adam said, staring off into the distan the fourth day of helping the vilge. “What is that?”

  Jurot looked to what Adam had spotted. He wasn’t sure if Adam was joking, si was obvious what that was. ‘It is exactly what it looks like,’ Jurot thought.

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  It was exactly what it looks like.