Adam gnced between the guards, Jurot, and Sir Landon. The group were drinkiogether, eating the snacks provided by the arena, various fruits cut small and fried dough snacks.
‘What is going on?’
Jurot spoke their tale, stating his personal involvement clearly, while vaguely brushing past Adam’s as. He uood the game which was being pyed, and though it ahe captain, she couldn’t help but admire his audacity. Learning more about Jurot did end up telling her more about Adam too, sihere seemed to be a deep e between the pair.
“Are any of yours in the Hundred Iyrmen?” Cra asked.
“My grandfather is fighting in the war,” Jurot firmed.
“The same grandfather you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
“He’s fighting in the war with one arm?”
“Yes.”
Cra blinked. ‘Iyrmen are crazy.’ “Is he strong?”
“Yes.”
“The old geezer’s pretty strong,” Adam firmed. “He’s one of only two guys to beat me i few years. Him, and a… Demigod?” Adam looked to Jurot.
“Idol,” Jurot corrected.
“An Idol?” Cra squinted her eyes. She was sure she had heard the term before, but couldn’t quite recall it.
“Those greater than Paragons,” Jurot expined. “Such as the Golden Dragon which protects the capital, Lord Stokmar, and reater Dragons and Demigods whi the nd.”
“That guy was one hell of a monster,” Adam said, his voice low.
“He is strohahe previous King’s Sword,” Jurot said, crossing his arms as he tensed up. He recalled the fmes which had engulfed him.
“Now, now, Iyrman, you ’t say that,” a guard said. “The Traitor King was the greatest King’s Sword to date, even if he’s currently rebelling.”
“Jurot would know, sihe Traitor King used two Fate spells to defeat him,” Adam said, smirking slightly. “You ask Sir Landon, since he was around at the time.”
Sir Landon nodded, firming their words.
Jurot had merely stated he had the ce to spar with the King’s Sword, and said no more as he tihe topic. Yet, to think the King’s Sword had to use two Fate spells against him, it was unbelievable.
“A fellow strohan even Sir Merryweather?” Cra asked.
“Yes.”
“His fire was s that it knocked me out in a single burst,” Adam stated, his face s at the memory.
“Fire? They say the south is being protected by someone known as the Fire Lord.” Cra stared at the pair, w if they knew anything about the figure. From what she gathered, the figure may be the same.
“Shama’s father,” Jurot stated.
“Who is-,”
“What?” Adam interrupted the captain, his eyes snapping to Jurot. “He’s Shama’s dad?”
“Yes.”
“You’re talking about the old man from the vilge? The one you drew your axe against? Asa?” Adam asked. He remembered their first meeting. Though the old man seemed to be quite mysterious and dangerous, he had been rather o them. ‘He’s Shama’s dad?’
“Yes.”
Cra was annoyed by Adam’s interruption, but she was focused on Adam’s rea. The Half Elf was pletely tense, his eyes wide, as though he had just e across a banshee. Even when Cra had pinned a murder charge against him, Adam had been fairly rexed, but upoioning both Shama and Asa, a shadow loomed over him.
“You didn’t tell me?”
“It was not important.”
“I could have asked him to beat Shama up for what he did to Lucy,” Adam said, trying to ease himself with the joke. His entire body was tense recalling the situation. He ched his fists together, and the guards could feel the tension in the air rise.
“Asa assists King Merryweather with his rebellion,” Jurot informed the group. “He has already killed hundreds of soldiers, and has heavily wounded more. He arrives at a camp in the night, and sughters many warriors with his fire.”
“So he must be the one who killed the Knight of the East,” Cra said. “Who else could face against such a great warrior?”
“It is uo be Asa.”
“How do you know?”
“Asa is too useful in keeping hundreds and thousands of soldiers at bay. He must be at least as strong as the great Golden Dragon, and only be harmed by magical ons, which the army does not possess i number. Anreat warrior would be sent to deal with the Knight of the East, for even the Knight of the East could barely cut such a great foe.”
“It certainly wasn’t Sir Merryweather, or the Knight of Flowers,” Cra retorted. “Sir Royce was also said to have been engaged elsewhere at the time.”
Jurot nodded, agreeing with her words. However, the shared gated that Jurot may have known more, but he wasn’t going to let it slip. Cra frowned, but uood not to press the Iyrman. The Iyr was fighting on their side, and if the great being was truly so great, then there was a high likelihood that the Iyr would be able to deal with it. When it came to dealing with singur great foes, the Iyr was as good as any of their orders in such matters.
‘No,’ Cra thought. ‘They are eveer thahe orders.’
“You think the old geezer will be okay?” Adam asked, thinking about Jarot. As much as Adam pretended not to like him, Jarot was someone who had stuck his neck out for his children. “If Asa is as strong as Shama, thehe old geezer is going to have trouble.” ‘Should I keep calling him that?’
‘The old geezer?’ Cra thought, w why Adam was referring to Jarot in such a way. ‘Is he not yrandfather?’
“Grandaunts have also goo war,” Jurot said. “He will not fight Asa alone.”
‘Otkan and Gangak?’ Adam thought. ‘If Shaool was with them, I’d feel reassured.’ “Nothing bad happen to him. I still o tease him about Jirot and Jarot wheurns.”
Jurot’s lips twitched slightly. “Grandfather is hard to kill.”
“You don’t have to tell me. Why else would I-,” Adam said, before quickly stopping himself. He had almost let slip something important, the fact that he had made Phantom, and when he realised his mind could have been read, he pyed music within his mind, and then fshed lewd images just in case.
No one seemed to react.
“ologise for taking up so much time, Sir Landon,” Cra said, finally. She was too busy thinking about all the information she had learnt from Adam and the others. She hadn’t expected to learn who the great Fire Lord was, nor the fact that Adam and Jurot had faced his son, a being eveer than their greatest warriors.
“I hope that my champions will not be bothered again by such frivolous statements,” Sir Landon replied.
“As long as he stays out of trouble, I’m sure he will no longer be bothered,” Cra replied.
Adam remaiill, doing his best not to give anything away. ‘Looks like I’m going to get into more trouble soon.’
“ologise for the invenience caused, Adam. It appears that you had little to do with the Aswadian’s murder, and I shall write as such. It leasure to hear of your tales, and I wish you both the best of lu the tour.”
“I do not need luck,” Jurot said. “I am an Iyrman. I will earn my pce with blood and steel.”
“Yeah, but I’m no Iyrman, so I’ll take it all.” Adam chuckled lightly. He wao ask more about the situation, but decided not to get into more trouble with his words. ‘I must be maturing if I am trying to stay out of trouble. Is this what being a father is like?’
“Iyrman,” Cra called as Jurot began to step out. “If Sir Merryweather and Sir Royce faced Asa together, could they win?”
“No,” Jurot replied, almost instantly. He remai the doorway for a short while, and when Cra bowed her head, he stepped out.
“How strong is Asa anyhow?” Adam asked.
“If grandfather and the Chief fought alongside King Merryweather and Sir Royce, I would not bet oill,” Jurot said.
“He’s that strong?”
“We should sider he is as powerful as the Great Jaeryael at least,” Jurot said. “Even if all the Great Elders came together, their ces would be low.”
“Damn,” Adam whispered. “There really are mountains beyond mountains.”
Jurot hough Adam’s statements were weird, they did make some seo the Iyrman.
As they stepped up to the nearby room, Adam paused. He recalled something he had been told earlier in the year. “Is it true that Lord Stokmar made half of all the mountains in Aswadasad?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
“Yes.”
“Okay?” Kitool asked as the pair stepped inside.
“Okay,” Jurot replied.
“Where are Nobby and the others?” Adam asked.
“They went to fight.”
“Ah! Did you bet on my behalf?”
“We did,” Vonda assured.
“Phew.”
“Did you kill the man?” Vonda asked.
Adam frowned. “No.”
Vonda bowed her head. “I knew you had not, but I wished to hear you say it.”
“I don’t feel fortable killing people around you,” Adam said. “I barely feel fortable killing animals.”
Vonda tio smile towards the Half Elf, though her face was covered by her scarf.
“Let’s hope I don’t get into any more trouble,” Adam said. The group made their to the first floor in order to watch the fights, while Jurot and the others went to the walls for their fights.
“Did they ask you many questions?” Vonda asked.
“Yeah. It was really weird. They accused me of murder, and pretty quickly Sir Lando with it. Thearted talking about my story.”
Vonda uood it must have been because of that. Some noble or another may have tried to embarrass Adam, but it was more than likely to try and gain more information about him.
Eventually, it was time for the older Iyrmen to fight.
“Sponsored by Marquis Logan Bluewater, the young knight groomed by the te, great Knight of the East, Sir Devon Clearsea!”
‘What’s with all these names being based on water and the sea?’
“Sponsored by Sir Landon Littlesea, the Iyrman with skin of steel, Chief Executive Officer Jurot!”
“Oh!” Adam stood up. “Let’s go! Woo! Jurot!”
“Sir Devon Clearsea is the nephew of the now deceased Knight of the East,” Vonda said.
“Is he strong?”
“He is,” Vonda said, noting the prying ears on their versation. She decided against adding more, not wanting to draw more attention to them.
“I’m still betting gold on Jurot, though,” Adam said.
Asa retires to Ever Green before everything goes to hell. Old man 't catch a break.
