Omen: 13, 18

  “Take this, for it will be dangerous outside the walls of the Iyr,” Elder Lykan said.

  Adam reached for the scroll, only to pause. “I wish this was a sword instead.” Adam smiled at his reference, only to realise he was the only oo uand it. “No, nevermind.” He accepted the scroll. “What is it?”

  “If you tear the scroll, we will know that it has bee too dangerous, and will assist you,” Lykan said, w what Adam was thinking about.

  “Nice,” Adam whispered, before nodding his head. “I appreciate that, Elder Lykan.”

  “I wish you good fortuhe Front Iyr Elder said, before allowing Adam to return to the children.

  There were twelve children chosen for the trip, each of them carrying a satchel with some food stuffs, and a bde at their side. One of them was a familiar face, one Adam hadn’t seen in a few days.

  Asoyah’s cheeks were rosy red from the ess which struck against them, and his lips were pstered into a satisfied smile. He had mao somehow go on two trips in a single year, something which was rare for any Iyrman child.

  Adam gnced around the rest of the Iyrmen, noting that many of them held tattoos he barely reised, though he did spot a Gon within the group, w what their e was to the brothers he knew.

  A dozen teens appeared, as well as four older Iyrmen, each of them at least in their fifties, with two holding Mithril Rank tokens of the Adventurer’s Guild.

  “We will be escorted to the area,” Jurot expined, simply.

  “Will I be able to use magic whe there?” Adam asked. “I was thinking about casting my tower spell…”

  Jurot nodded. “Yes.”

  “Great.”

  The group travelled together, with many of the young children, each of them ranging from six to rekking eagerly along the pathway out of the Front Iyr’s side, where they passed by the newly formed wall to the wilderness. They remained with the more elderly Iyrmen, while the teens made sure to keep a for aies which would dare to try and threaten them, while Jurot and Jaygak pushed a rickshaw which carried their supplies. Most of the children’s stuff was carried by the teens, as well as Adam and Kitool.

  A few hours ter they came across an area which had beely ed. There were rge walls of earth, which had been snowed over, and a long in the shape of a T, with a tower jutting out from the top of the interse.

  The older Iyrmen checked the area first, before the teens assisted the children in taking out their items and finding a spot within the to make their own. The two small rooms which jutted out relieved Adam, for one of them was to relieve oneself, and the other was eveer, a bathroom.

  “There is a hot stone embedded in the ground to heat up the water,” Jurot expined. “We bring in the snow from outside to fill the bath.”

  “Right,” Adam said, though he quickly realised how futile this bath was in parison to his spell. ‘What should I do for the tower? A bath and a bedroom? A bath and a study? A bath and a dining room?’

  Adam was guided outside. ‘Damn, the Iyrmen are so smart,’ he thought, looking to the walls, which also held ste rooms. They pced most of their supplies withie rooms, a some within the .

  The childreually settled their stuff away before the group created a rge fire pit within the small fort, the teens assisted with the fire and clearing out the nearby area, double cheg everything before most of them left with the Mithril Rank Iyrmen.

  “The four will stay with us,” Jurot said, nodding to the four teens who had stayed behind. “They will support us.”

  “Huh, okay,” Adam said, letting Jurot set the pace. He didn’t know much about what he had to do, so leaned on Jurot iimes.

  Ohe children were around the fire, and Jaygak and Kitool took the first watch, the teens approached Adam to introduce themselves.

  “I am Vowuk,” a young Iyrman said. She wore the winter clothes of the Iyrmen, as well as thick gloves, and carried a bow and many arrows, as well as a shortsword at her side.

  “I am Rokez,” another said, one who wore thick leathers, also carrying the same equipment as the other Iyrman.

  “Fohuv,” the third said, wearing thick furs, carrying a halberd on her back, and a shortsword at her side.

  “Moyah,” the st said, carrying a rge greatsword on his back, and the only oo wear heavy armour, wearing mail over his thick clothing.

  Adam wasn’t sure if he recalled their names from before, but nodded his head. “Adam, Nephew of the Rot family. It’s a pleasure to meet you all, and I’m sure you all have many stories you want to tell me, so why don’t you tell us them over the fire?”

  The four settled themselves between the children, while Adam brought out the pot for the food, beginning to cook with Jurot’s assistance.

  “Jurot, do I know any of their families?” Adam whispered.

  Jurot paused for a moment, w if Adam was being serious. “The Yah family was ected to Waterveil,” Jurot reminded, havihe young teen when he went to go meet them for advice about Waterveil. “The Huv family is one of the families within the Iyr.”

  “Nice,” Adam whispered, nodding his head. “Wasn’t the Yah family a big deal at one point? I feel like I reise the name?”

  Jurot remained silent for a beat. “During the time Wujyn’s aor made a name for themselves, Miryah, the Dragonsyer, fought alongside Great Brandon and Atol Giantsbane.”

  “I feel like I reise the names,” Adam said. “Great Brandon is Brandon the Bold, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Right, right, I remember now,” Adam nodded, recalling the stories. ‘What a romantic thought.’ He sat down beside Asoyah, pg a hand atop his head. “Aren’t you a lucky boy, Asoyah? Isn’t this the sed trip of the year for you?”

  Asoyah smiled, nodding his head. “Yes.” The other children nearby looked his way, surprised to hear that it was his sed trip. They quickly began to talk with him about his previous trip, but Asoyah shook his head, looking up to Adam.

  “You ’t tell all the Iyr’s secrets in front of me,” Adam said, chug lightly.

  “Yes.”

  “Let’s do our best, shall we? I’ll try and make this really fun for you, and you won’t have to worry o since I’m here.”

  “Yes.”

  “You are Unrivalled,” a child accused from nearby, pointing at Adam.

  “That’s right,” Adam said, wing. ‘Seriously. I’m never going to live that down…’

  Fish was roasted, a soup was cooked, and bread was baked, filling the area with the smell of spices. As darkness approached, they lit the torches, which provided ambiance for the teens as they recited their tales.

  When night eventually fell, the childreaken inside, while a pair of teens stood on watch at the tower, until the first formal watch would begin. Adam hat the children remained as pairs, sometimes going off to meet another pair, but they did not leave the side of their partner.

  ‘How cute.’

  “I will read,” the oldest of the children said, holding up a small stone which Jurot had provided. It glowed gently, filling the room with soft light.

  The children gathered together, allowing the teens and adults to meet in the er to rex together. They each shared a small portion of their ale, allowing themselves a single drink that evening.

  “So, we’ll take them out to gather stuff tomorrow?” Adam asked.

  “Yes.”

  Adam slowly nodded his head. “I’m going to let you lead us, Jurot.”

  “You must be the oo lead us, Adam,” Jurot said.

  “I don’t know anything about this sort of thing.”

  “You have done well when we left the Iyr with roup,” Jurot reminded.

  “I suppose you’re right…” Adam frowned. “Alright, alright.”

  The pair of teeheir eyes on Adam, Rokez and Moyah remaining within the as their panio watch.

  “Ah, right,” Adam said, looking to the pair, whose eyes were glued to him. “Let’s pair up a teen and one of us. You guys pick between yourselves.”

  “I will stay with you,” Moyah said.

  “Alright,” Adam said, w why Moyah wao be with him specifically. ‘Does he not like me?’

  Soon the children were put to bed, with Moyah and Rokez assisting them, before Adam and Moyah went to go take watch, taking with them a horn and a bell.

  ‘Hoard,’ Adam thought, remaining silent while on watch.

  Omen: 4, 18

  Adam and Jurot, along with Moyah and Vowuk, guided half the children around the area, allowing them to scout around the white snow. The children found traces of tiny creatures in hibernation.

  “What are you doing?” Adam asked, noting how the three Iyrmen were helping the children with their bdes.

  “We must guide them iask,” Jurot said, holding one of the children’s hands, who was staring at the creature eagerly as it squeaked and squealed.

  Adam winced, before nodding his head, walking off as he gnced around, trying to keep the terror filled squeaks from entering his heart, as well as the joyful glee. ‘Iyrmen are so scary…’

  “Why ’t I go out?” Jaygak pined. “You and Jurot already went out, so why are you going out?”

  “That’s because I’m the stro, so I should be the oside of the fort,” Adam replied, simply.

  “So why does Kitool get to go and not me?”

  “She’s quicker on her feet, like Jurot,” Adam replied, simply. “If there’s dahey grab the kids and leave, and I fly.”

  “Yes, but I…” Jaygak frowned, realising she had nothing special about her movement. “This isn’t fair.”

  “Alright, alright. How about we take a quarter of the kids now with Kitool, and the quarter e out with you and me?” Adam offered.

  Jaygak puffed out her cheeks, ahat Adam had promised so quickly when she had the o pin further, but she relented in front of the children.

  “Stormdrake,” Asoyah said, pointing to the bde at Jaygak’s side, bringing the children’s attention to it, helping Adam take care of Jaygak.

  ‘Good job, Asoyah,’ Adam thought, nodding his head to the boy, who returned a nod with his yeah. “Thank Baktu for Asoyah.”

  “My cousin is intelligent,” Moyah agreed.

  Adam nodded his head.

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