Omen: 5, 15

  Adam rubbed his pulsing forehead. He had drunk so mu the evening st night, but he didn’t remember anything past a certain point. As he tried to recall the previous evening, a tail smacked him across the fabsp;

  ‘Do you think just because you’re cute, I’ll let you hit daddy?’ Adam gred down at his child, before she turo face him, and his fastantly ged. “Of course I’ll let you hit me as much as you like.”

  Adam sighed. The festival was finally over, which meant he would need return to work. He hadn’t ented in so long, and his body was ag to work hard to make .

  Light rain drizzled across the Iyr in the m, soft music to the ears of the Iyrmen. The Ool family cooked that day, as it was their turn, though Sonarot assisted them.

  The triplets devoured the fish which Citool had brought for them, having debohe creatures, allowing them to eat to their heart’s tent. Adam ate quickly, eating only a light meal, before cheg up owins.

  “You will ent?” Sonarot asked.

  “Yeah, I o get back to it,” he said. “I took the week off for the festival so I’m behind, and I he for some stuff.”

  “I wish you good luck, Adam,” she said, rubbing his head. “I will watch over your children today.”

  “Thank you.” Adam smiled. Out of everyone here, he trusted Sonarot the most, perhaps even an eek more than Jurot.

  Elder Zijin looked up at the Half Elf, c the books he was reading, each of which were filled with information about the Iyr’s warehouse situation. “What have you dohis time?”

  “That’s snder, Elder Zijin,” Adam joked. “I’ve e to ask for twenty ons to ent.”

  “Only twenty this month?” Elder Zijin asked, his lips f a wide smirk. “Are you finally going to rex?”

  “What are you talking about?” Adam refuted, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know that I didn’t ent the ey of the st week!”

  Elder Zijin chuckled, before he quickly stopped. ‘You did not ent for the entire week?’ Zijin tried to recall the st week. There had been much more work than typical thanks to Adam’s antics, fr to fight with the Lord of Fmes, to fighting, aing, the Prince of the Fire Giants.

  Yet, in all those antics, he did not ent once.

  Adam did not ent once during the duskval festival.

  ‘Does this go in the bck book?’ Zijin thought. ‘I ot believe you did not ent.’

  “What’s with that look?” Adam asked.

  Zijin’s face returned back to its typical slyness. “What look?”

  “Are you going to lie to me?”

  “You seem to be well to ask for death so easily, Adam.” Zijin smiled, before writing down a note, handing Adam a token which represented his authority. “The ons will be prepared.”

  “Since you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll let you go this oime,” Adam said, accepting the paper and the token.

  Adam had decided to spend the entire month enting. The Iyr had asked him to ent, and though there was still Sonarot to deal with, he could at least work o five, five days a week, with the weekend off.

  He stopped at the warehouse, the Iyrman in charge of it raising his brow at the Half Elf.

  Adam stared up at the sky, allowing the gentle rain to pelt him in the face. ‘I get a bunch of kids and ght t like the average guy. Will the Iyr give me my paid month leave? No, no. I doubt it. Still, aren’t I making something like… ten grand a day?’

  The Iyrmen paid him a hundred gold for one on which he ented with only the base entment, so they could ent the rest themselves. Teically he could have charged closer to three hundred, but the Iyr was the Iyr, and Adam appreciated the bonuses which came from the Iyrmen.

  ‘Isn’t it like fifty gold a month for experts? So I could work just one weekend and earn more than Fred might w a whole month?’ Thinking of it that way, Adam realised just how fortunate he was.

  “Man,” Adam began, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I love the Iyr.”

  The Iyrman at the warehouse stared at the Half Elf, who carried at his side an axe, and spoke so queerly. When they he message he had brought, they realised who this young man was. There was only one person who was so queer in the Iyr, and he was Unrivalled Uhe Heavens.

  Mana: 18 -> 17Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 27 (20)

  ‘Yo, what?’ Adam thought. ‘Did Aunt bless me?’

  “What is the matter?” the Iyrman, who had been assigo him that afternoon, asked.

  “The Iyr is so scary,” Adam replied. “If I had known I was going to roll this well I would have ented a Greater on.”

  The Iyrmen’s mind remained bnk. He had been informed that Adam was queer, and that he was Unrivalled Uhe Heavens, and uood only he could say something so queer. He, who could ent in such a special manner, perhaps the greatest enter for at least a thousand miles around, had the absolute audacity to sigh about such a thing.

  ‘He has not married yet, has he?’ the Iyrman thought, before killing the treacherous thought. He had been assigo watch over Adam’s enting by Elder Gold herself, and he could not use his position to further his family. ‘It is shame he is queer, for an Elf.’

  “Quarter Elf,” Adam said, looking down at his triplets. “Quarter Elf, Quarter Human, probably, and Half Dragon. Wholly cute!” He picked them up, peppering them with kisses. “Who gave you permission to be so cute? Who? It wasn’t daddy so who could it be?”

  Sonarot watched over Adam. She could see the darkness which had pgued Adam had begun to disappear after the bout with Lord Morkarai. The way he pyed with his children was no longer marred by the great fear and ay, the darkness which g to one’s heart. Her eyes fell to her other son, who had returned from assisting the Iyr in some of its st harvests for the year. The darkness which had pgued him had also begun to disappear too.

  Cute.

  Tariel tapped the page with her slender fihe book was new, owing to the fact she had held many versations with the Iyrmen since she had arrived in the Iyr.

  “Aren’t they?” Adam replied, ruffling Karot’s hair.

  I did not expect you to have children already.

  “What I say?” Adam asked, before the darkness returo his face.

  ?

  ‘I’ve got five kids and I’m still a virgin in this life? No, wasn’t I virgin in my st life too?’ Adam’s heart ached, and the triplets stared up at him in shock, w how he had bee so small once more.

  Are they your children too?

  Tariel looked down at the Goblins, who were twitg and jerking slightly.

  “Of course they’re my children,” Adam said. “Who else have such cute children?”

  Tariel stared down at the Goblins, the little green skinned children who were smaller thahers around them. She wrote down something in her book, taking a long while.

  How they be your childrehey are so cute?

  Adam stared at the writing for a long while, narrowing his eyes at the words. She had written the hurtful words so beautifully, so he wasn’t sure how to take it.

  “Jurot?”

  “Yes?”

  “If I beat her up, will I get into trouble?” Adam asked.

  Tariel smiled ily.

  Jurot thought deeply. “Yes.”

  “Jurot?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m stuck.”

  “Yes?”

  “Even though she’s annoying me, she still called my kids cute, so I probably shouldn’t beat her up, right?”

  Jurot remained silent, falling into thought.

  Jaygak stared at the Iyrman she had grown up alongside. ‘How you be such a bad influence, Adam? Jurot, who doesn’t think about anything, is thinking so deeply about something so stupid…’ Jaygak frowned. ‘It should have been me!’

  “Do not beat her up,” Jurot said.

  Tariel wrote quickly, though still somehow beautifully.

  he?

  Jurot thought back to Lord Morkarai, but Tariel was someone who had certain abilities which could prove troublesome to the other Half Elf. Then, having realised he had thought so much, he realised the answer was much more simple than he could have imagined.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m pretty strong, you know?” Adam said, lifting up his child with ease as if to prove the point.

  I’m strong too.

  “Yes, but I’m stronger,” Adam said, simply.

  How strong?

  “I’ve lost to that old geezer,” Adam said, nodding his head to Jarot, “but I’ve beaten Lord Morkarai.” It was the truth, though he left out the text.

  Tariel blinked. She looked to Jurot, tapping the question mark she had written during the versation.

  Jurot nodded.

  Tariel’s lips formed a small circle, the shock striking her deep. She reached down into her robes and pulled out the first book she had arrived in the Iyr with. She flipped through the pages before finding the required page, which held a single word.

  Wow!

  “Anyway, what are you doing here?” Adam asked. He had seen her during the festival, but they hadn’t spent much time together.

  Tariel pulled out her more ret book, flipping to a page. She tapped the page.

  Cause trouble.

  She gasped, c her mouth, flipping to a new page.

  I just want to say Hello.

  Adam furrowed his brows. “Jurot, did she just pretend as though she misspoke and then correct herself?”

  “Yes.”

  “There’s only room for one unfunny Half Elf here, Tariel.”

  I am funny.

  “Adam is funny too,” Jurot said. “Sometimes.”

  “Really?” Adam asked, shocked.

  “It is rare.”

  Adam narrowed his eyes. “It’s only the first day of nightval, but you’re already so cold.”

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  Damn, Jurot. I 't believe you'd say either of those things.