Jurot spoke of the tale to the Iyrmen around, each of them glued to his every word. It was a quick tale, though it felt so much loo each of them, as half their thoughts were focused on what Jurot had said earlier. The young Jurot firmed their thoughts, and they wondered what kind of madhey were hearing.
Jarot huffed, clutg onto his kh his good hand. ‘I should have goo watch the bout.’
The others were thinking something simir, though they were still caught in the web of madness which was Adam’s existence. How could he, a boy, beat someone like Lord Morkarai.
Kaygak khat if she and another of her patriots faced Lord Morkarai, the Prince of Giants, even in his more Human form, they would have struggled to beat him. Yet, Adam had done so. Was it luck? Or was it something else?
“My grandson did well,” Jarot eventually said, his lips a half grin. He was filled with so much pride, the others could see he was beaming. “To face against Lord Morkarai, and to beat him, it brings my family such great…” His face twitched slightly, and his smile grew into a frown.
The silence shocked the Iyrmen around, each of whom knew how much joy this news brought their uncle, a here he was, frowning.
“Adam Fateson did well,” Jarot corrected, distang Adam from the Rot family. ‘This honour should be all yours.’
“The bet was won,” Mirot said, staring at her father, who held that kind of look on his face. It was as though they had asked him to part with Churot, the same Churot who was sitting right beside him, staring at Jurot with wide eyes.
He, too, khe significe of Adam’s victory.
“You keep yold.”
“We have lost the bet,” Citool said, calmly. “You should take the .”
“How I steal from my nieces?”
“Then we will give your share to Mirot.”
Jarot’s eyes fell to Mirot, before his lips formed a smile again. “You have doubled your bet.”
Jurot remained silent, staring at his aunt. She did not like Adam, and made that dislike known. However, she at least acted like an Iyrman, unlike some of his own family. His lips almost twitched into a smile. If nothing else, he was gd that she had bet on his brother.
Mirot bowed her head, but said nothing more of it. She, who had bet on Adam, had won quite a rge sum of money. She hadn’t bet on him simply because he was her Nephew, or nephew as Sonarot would put it, but because she knew of what Adam was capable of with Phantom in his hand. Though others would have put the fight at a rate of two to eight, she put the fight at four to six.
Phantom had forced her to surrender before she could even swing her axe. It was a on which owerful, far too powerful for Adam to wield. It was dangerous. It was dangerous enough without Adam realising its full effects, as he was one of few people who could utilise it to its full effects, and it was something desigo kill her father. Though it had been a joke, it was no doubt something which could have e true.
Mirot’s eyes fell to her father, who tickled baby Jarot’s cheek, speaking to the babe about how his father was s. She knew how strong her father was, even after losing an arm, but with Phantom in Adam’s hand, she couldn’t help but think the Half Elf’s odds were better than five to five.
Morkarai was thinking deeply about his bout. To think that Adam could defeat him, it was something which had left a greater mark against his heart. It was not a terrible mark, not a darkness, but something which he’d be uo rid unless he thought about it deeply.
“I did not expect to lose to a boy,” Morkarai said, shaking his head. ‘They will ugh at me once I return.’
“You did not lose to a boy,” Zijin replied, almost smirking. “You lost to Adam.”
“Did you expect for it to happen?”
“It was unlikely he would beat you.”
“How unlikely?”
“Three in ten,” Zijin replied. His odds for Adam had beeer than perhaps most others, but that was because he knew Adam. At least, he thought he knew Adam. Even after everything they had gohrough, with Adam revealing so many of his secrets to the Iyr, there were still times he could shock them.
“That high?” Morkarai asked. He had personally thought it would be one in ten, perhaps two in ten with Phantom in hand. Three in ten was quite the statement.
Zijin smiled, motioning to the which the Giant could cim as his during the festival. “He is Adam.”
“I see why the Iyr is so ied in him,” Morkarai said. “How did you mao cateone so terrifying?”
“You should ask his sister?”
“The baby?”
Zijin bowed his head. “Yes. She is the reason why he remains.”
Morkarai sighed, his thoughts falling to the girl. The Emperor had also mentioned her, though he thought of Adam’s children. “I am surprised to hear that you Iyrmen do not accept Goblins into the Iyr. I have heard tales that you do not discriminate in such a way.”
“The Iyrmen do not discriminate on one’s race,” Zijin replied, curtly.
“Then what of his children?”
“That is a matter for the Rot family,” Zijin said, as politely as an Elder should to such a Guest. He had thought about interfering, but Adam had yet to ask him to assist. This was a matter for the Rot family, and though Zijin would be overstepping, it was still something which he could do. Though the Rot family had broken a rule, it was something which was unavoidable. Adam and his retionship with the Rot family was uhin the Iyr, and they would o deal with it together.
“What a terrifying young man,” Morkarai said, sighing.
Zijin smiled, before exg himself, going off to find the uest. He found Strom nearby, drinking from his gourd, ughing like a mad man.
“What a fight!” Strom roared. “I knew he could do it!” He tio chuckle before finishing the rest of his wine, wiping his mouth. “I should have bet against you.”
“I am gd you ehe fight.”
“Thank you for sending word.”
“It was my honour,” Zijin replied, bowing his head slightly. “I thank you again fing their gear.”
“Handling those armours was quite pleasant,” Strom said, thinking about how they had felt in his hands. “If I was younger, and if I wasn’t in the Iyr, I may have thought to… borrow them for a few turies.”
“Should I escort you to your residence?” Zijin asked, watg the old man bring out anourd from his ring. The old man stood, wordless, and followed the Elder, deep in his thoughts. He wondered if he should fight Adam, but decided against it.
He didn’t want to taint Lanarot’s memories of him by losing to a brat not even a tury old.
The Great Elders gathered during the evening, having heard of the matter. Iromin could feel the heaviness against him, the pressure from the reat Elders, as well as the stress of having to deal with someone like Adam.
“It is a strahing,” Elder Gold said. “I thought Adam was strohan I imagined, but not to this extent.”
“Lord Morkarai would be able to fight with us, a he was defeated by Adam,” Elder Peace said, her voice heavy with a warning.
Iromin was fairly certain he’d be able to go toe to toe with the Prince of Giants, but he would never be able to defeat him as Adam had. Elder Gold’s ability to strike was greater than his own, but even she would be uo defeat the Giant quite so easily.
“He used Phantom too,” Elder Forest said. “We took it away from him for a reason, but he used it once more.”
“The on belongs to the Rot family,” Elder Gold retorted. “It was returned back to them after the bout.”
“Is this a message to us?” Elder Forest asked. “He should know the significe of what it means to faorkarai.”
Elder Peaodded. “Even he should know that Lord Morkarai is strong, and would be able to face us in bat.”
“I do not believe so,” Iromin replied, tapping the table with a finger. For the past short while the Great Elders had been pressuring him to make a move, to firm whether or not they could believe in Adam truly. “It was no message to us. It was a sho too.”
“How you be so certain?” Elder Gold asked. Iromin showed great favour to Adam, so he required more evideo his words. The Great Elders were vihat Adam wao show them something.
Though he had lost to Emperor Shama, he was still able to fight well.
“He did not want his children to see,” Iromin stated, simply.
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