Adam and Vonda ehe street food of East Port, with its variety of spices, important from even the likes of Voska. Adam alsht some for the walkers, not wanting to let the young oarve while they carried the cloth. Ohey were brought to the Adventurer’s Guild, he hahe s over to the young urs, and made sure they each left with some more food he had brought.

  “These are the colours I brought for the business,” Adam said, revealing a bundle of cloth of each of the four cloths he had brought four rolls of.

  “Red is far too aggressive for our business,” Jaygak said.

  “Sir Vonda picked the red, and I trust in her ability to spot reds,” Adam replied.

  “No, I meant that red is too aggressive for the business, not that this red is too aggressive.”

  “Jaygak,” Adam replied, frowning.

  Jaygak replied with an i smile. “Yes?”

  “How you do this to me?”

  “I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me.”

  “So, it’s treason then,” Adam replied, w if he should noogie her.

  Jaygak pulled away towards Kitool slightly upon seeing the way he was looking at her.

  “Red be the clothes for uards then,” Adam replied. “We use the blue grey for the typical workers, and the brighter blue for some of the higher ranking people. We Executives should have blue clothes with the red for the trim, sihat looks coolest.”

  “What are the other rolls for?” Jurot asked, spotting the other set Adam was currently pag together.

  “The red, blue, and purple are for our Aunts and Uhe yellow are for the children. The Salifi gold is for Aunt Sonarot, and your aunt and uncle, Jurot.”

  Adam began to write a letter for those ba the Iyr. He wrote who the bundles were for, allowing them to figure it out between themselves, while stating who the yellow and gold belong to. Adam then wrote the most important line.

  ‘Also, please find a way to stop Lanababy and my little babbies from growing so they stay small and cute forever.

  All the best, Adam.’

  Adam smiled at his letter. Images of his children fshed through his mind. ‘You little rascals. How you make me miss you this much?’ Adam thought about his business. It was a good excuse not to adventure if he o use it. Then he imagined his children being called the young bosses of the business. ‘I’m going to be the coolest dad ever.’

  “You are writing a letter?” Jurot asked.

  “Yeah. I’m pnning on sending it back with the bundles of cloth.” Adam left the letter out to dry, staring at it with a stupid smile on his face.

  “The gates are closed,” Jurot said.

  Adam blinked, before looking at the Iyrmen and Sir Vonda before him. He looked as though he had been spped out of the blue. “Damn it.”

  “You keep it in the Iyr’s at with the Adventurer’s Guild,” Jaygak informed. “They will send it along ohe gates are opened, or you pick it up in Red Oak and take it with you when you return.”

  “That’s a good idea…” Adam stared at her suspiciously. “Who are you and what have you doo Jaygak.”

  “I have to make it up for teasing you.”

  “So you knew you were bullying me?”

  “I have to bully you,” Jaygak said.

  “Why?”

  “It must be done.”

  “…” Adam narrowed his eyes at her harder. “Anyway, I realised something while we were iour. You don’t have pte mail.”

  “Are you bullying me because I hurt your feelings?”

  “No, I’m being very serious. Everyone I faced, from the Priests to the Guardians, all wore pte mail. Every Expert pretty much wore it, and I realised that you were the only ohout pte mail. If you had it, you probably…” Adam realised she had won every fight up until Kitool. “Damn, you’re pretty strong, Jaygak.”

  Jaygak looked to Kitool for support, but Kitool replied with a soft bow of her head. Adam was teically not bullying her, he was just being Adam.

  “Sihis is the matter of the party, we’ll use some of the party funds, and my own, to order the pte mail.”

  “I afford it,” Jaygak replied. “I made a lot of iour.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes. Since you were all having fun fighting, I had my fuing. I nning on buying some from the Iyr soon. I could request for it using a favour, but I made enough mohat I don’t o use a favour.”

  “You call in favours?” Adam asked, gng between the Iyrmen.

  Jurot nodded. “We gain favours from our deeds, and we use them to assist us, or others.”

  “Oh?”

  “etition using our favours too.”

  “Ah,” Adam said, slowly nodding his head. “Well, si’s still to do with the party, we use some of the party funds to pay for it.”

  “There’s no need.”

  “If you don’t use some of the party fund, I’ll vely fet to use the party fund when paying for things more often,” Adam warned.

  “Why are you so annoying?” Jaygak grumbled quietly, feeling the gazes from both Kitool and Jurot.

  “I have to be,” Adam replied, fshing a charming smile. “I’m Adam.”

  The group ate together during the te afternoon, before Adam excused himself to go meet with Yellow Turban at an inn. He hadn’t realised Jaygak was following him, since she also o deal with some business at the inn on behalf of the Iyr.

  Adam coughed from the smoke as he stepped into the inn. ‘Gods, why is it so smoky inside?’

  One of the Devilkin from earlier in the day, the one who had threatened him, spotted the Half Elf and approached. “Follow me.”

  “Okay,” Adam replied, waving his hand through the smoke to stop it from assaulting his senses.

  The Devilkin stepped out of the inn, and led Adam away towards another nearby building, which was a deep blue, with yellow patterns all across it. It was quite a rge building, five stories tall, and was easily twice as long and wide as any of the nearby buildings.

  Adam stepped through the tral gateway, which led intardeangur in shape. He spotted at least a hundred Devilkin, some as young as babies, and others older, near venerable. Each wore a different yellow, and wore attire simir to that of the Iyr, and every Devilkin who was at least a teen or older wore a bde at their side. Those who didn’t hold bdes at their sides, being too young for the ons, wore tiny yellow hats, whilst the older Devilkin wore yellow turbans and scarves. Adam saw the head wear wasn’t split by gender, or by any other obvious distinguishing factors.

  The Devilkin led him along one of the outer paths, which lit by light greenery from the tral courtyard, towards one er where Yellow Turban was sitting.

  “Adam! Adam, e!” Yellow Turban said, standing up aending out his arms, motioning for Adam to sit.

  Adam shook Yellow Turban’s forearm, before taking a seat opposite him. “Thank you freeing to meet with me.”

  “How this Yellow Turban refuse?” Yellow Turban replied, before p some wine for the pair of them. “Food will be brought soon.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to go that far for me,” Adam replied. “I’m hoping we deal with our business quite quickly.”

  “How we talk business if we are hungry? Brrt brrt, our stomachs will say while we speak.”

  “That’s a fair point.” The Half Elf chuckled, befng around to his side, noting the rge inner gardehe building was a regle, long and wide, with a garden which took up about half of its area.

  “This nd, fifty years ago, all houses,” Yellow Turban began. “All Aswadian. Devilkin, Human, Aswadian, yes? My father, he e, he buy all the nd. He buy this nd, he buy , and all across. ot buy some nd, the inn I tell you to meet, ot buy. There is statue, three hueps out,” Yellow Turban motioned a hand towards its dire. “ot buy, belong to city asea family.” He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

  Adam assumed it would have been difficult to buy a statue belonging to the city and the Eastsea family, depending on what kind of statue it was, and what it represented.

  “No problem,” Yellow Turban tinued. “Father buy up all nd he see. He break houses, one bazari, one block, at a time. Many people angry, curse. Build all houses you see, up towards sky. More people live, you see? We meet in garden, I see my neighbour, my families, a and talk together. All this nd, belong to Yellow Turban. We charge just to make copper on gold for our people. We make just ikya, small bit money. We pay taxes to city, they are happy. The families pay small mohey are happy. We make money from our business, we are happy.”

  “It sounds obvious, but it takes a certain type of person to not want to make more money,” Adam replied. He wasn’t sure if he could be so kind.

  “My father tell me, you keep your unity happy, they keep you safe. I tell my father, I see my unity e when I have Windsabre, yes?” Yellow Turban ughed, spping his knee.

  Adam smiled, chug lightly. “Well, I suppose so.”

  “My father tell me, he tell me, you kill all with Windsabre, then why do you need Windsabre?” Yellow Turban tio chuckle lightly. “Windsabre not worth unity, yes?”

  “Yeah.”

  Yellow Turban slowly nodded his head. “It is still worth much gold, but my people, you ot buy with gold.”

  “A fair point.”

  The food was brought. Fluffy ft bread, simir in some seo the ft bread within the Iyr, but it was thicker and airier. It was like fluffy bread loaf, but ft, full of herbs, and thered in butter. The food they were going to eat was undoubtedly some kind of curry, mb oat from what Adam could see, and it was well spiced, or as Yellow Turban would have put it, lightly spiced.

  Small basins were brought for each of them to wash their hands, before they could begin their feast. Yellow Turban scooped the curry for Adam, giving him a generous portion, before scooping himself some of the curry. It was messy, the wetness of the curry always threatening to stain their clothing. The meat on the bone almost melted off as Adam used the ft bread to tear it off. More than ohey had to use the thick, bck, wet handkerchiefs to their mouths.

  Adam almost groa the end of the meal, which had been followed up by a dessert made of milk, some kind of thin pasta, and shredded nuts. Adam stifled several burps as he was offered some fruit shakes to deal with his thirst. Even Yellow Turban rexed after eating so much food.

  “You speak of business?”

  “Right, right,” Adam said. “I, uh, heard about this Safi gold.”

  “The cloth?”

  “The metal.”

  Yellow Turban bowed his head, motioning for Adam to tinue.

  “I’ve heard that it be used to ent.”

  “We know how to ent it, yes.”

  “As you probably know, I work for an enter, the Enter we call them,” Adam said, chug lightly. “I believe our Enter might be ied in this metal.”

  “Only our people kno it,” Yellow Turban replied.

  Adam bowed his head slowly. “I was just hoping that, perhaps iure, we could procure some.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “Fair.” Adam cleared his throat. “I was also hoping to…”

  Yellow Turban raised his brows, slowly bowing his head.

  “I was hoping to ask about Windsabre, and, perhaps iure, the Enter could… study it?”

  “Safi gold, for one roll, fifteen gold. We sell to people we like, twenty gold. We sell to people we like like, twenty five gold. Yes?”

  “Yeah?” Adam replied, unsure of why he would work that way.

  “I know you, Adam, few days. I know of Iyr, long time. Iyr ask me for Windsabre, I know they bring back, I still think for it.”

  “I uand.”

  “Safi gold, metal, worth much . Your axe, if Salifi gold, maybe thousand gold. You know how much we sell if you we like like?”

  “Two thousand?”

  “We do not sell if we like like. We only give if we like more than like like. I know you, Adam, days. We know years, maybe Kalid, my handsome boy, gift Safi gold.”

  “I uand,” Adam replied, though he was still slightly fused due to the way Yellow Turban spoke the Aldish tongue. “Well, I’d like to let you know that, once we are open for business properly, we are happy to do business with the Yellow Turbans.”

  “Your business, it sell magical ons?”

  “Yes.”

  “Magical armour?”

  “Nht now, unfortunately.”

  “Which ons?”

  “Basic,” Adam said. “If we like like, Basihanced and Greater.”

  “And for this Yellow Turban?”

  “I’ve only known you for a few days, so just like like right now,” Adam replied.

  Yellow Turban poured Adam and himself some wine, before raising his cup. “I hope we know for years.”

  “Me too.”

  Yellow Turban knocked back the wine in one go, and Adam mimicked him.

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  Adam swallowed down the wine, which set his throat abze, before coughing lightly into his shoulder. ‘What the fu-hoooaaaark?’

  “This wine, only for people we like like,” Yellow Turban said, Adam some more.

  Adam squirmed, feeling a wave of heat rock through his body, his head beginning to grow itchy with ease passing sed. Adam nodded, his eyes burning with tears. “Hokay,” he mao gasp out.

  This Yellow Turban guy I like like, even if I barely uand what he's saying.