“Who are they?” Adam asked as the group trekked along the King’s Road through the hilly forest. He could see a pair up ahead who had ghe group’s way before pulling away into the forest.

  “Tribesfolk,” Jurot replied. “We will go speak with them.”

  “Alright.”

  The trio of Iyrmen stepped forward along the King’s Road, while Adam gnced around. He had yet to trek this reviously, for this was the path north from River Hill, which apparently led to a pce called South Shire.

  ‘To the north towards South Shire?’ Adam thought. ‘I’m bad enough at geography without this nonsense.’

  “Deathsingers,” the young woman said, han ihirties, while the other was a young man in his te twehe pair looked like any other Aldishman, pale skin, with brown hair and browhey wore thick furs and carried bdes at their side, though they did not the Iyrme.

  “You are so far from home?” Jurot asked.

  “A cub of ours is missing.”

  “Missing?”

  “Some beasts came upon us suddenly, and our father took her to safety. We found him dead, and our sister o be seen. We followed her st this far, but it has faded.”

  It didn’t answer Jurot’s question, sihey were still at least fifty miles away from their region, but he decided against prodding further. “We have not e across her.”

  “Would you be willing to help us?” the young woman asked.

  Jurot remained silent for a moment. “I am Jurot.”

  “Kanya.”

  “I have learned your name, Kanya,” Jurot said.

  “I have learned your name, Jurot,” Kanya replied.

  “I will speak with my brother,” Jurot stated, making no promises. “e.”

  Adam eyed up the pair as they approached with the Iyrmen. ‘Aldishmen? Just the pair?’

  “They are looking for their little sister,” Jurot said.

  “How little are we talking?” Adam asked.

  “She is nearly one hundred moon cycles,” the woman said.

  “About seven, then?” Adam replied, furrowing his brows, annoyed he had to do maths. “Alright, where did you st see her, and which way did she go?”

  “She passed through…” the young woman’s eyes slowly passed through the party to Umbra. “Deathsinger?”

  “Yes?”

  The pair of strangers stared at Umbra, their witg.

  “She is with us,” Jurot said.

  Kanya’s eyes met Jurot’s for a moment, before they returned babra. However, Umbra was looking off to one side, further west, through the forest.

  “Hello?” Adam called.

  Kanya remained frozen still in pce, but she visibly rexed, only for her head to snap to the side, her brother’s head doing the same. They tilted their heads, standing at the ready as they stared into the forest.

  “Excuse me,” called a voice from the forest, a familiar voice.

  Adam’s head turo find himself staring at a tall, pencil thin man, with a cro his head. “Crowseer?”

  Peeking from behind Crowseer’s leg was a young girl, who quickly pounced upon all fours towards her siblings. She hid behind them, her head buried against her sister’s back to hide herself. She was , and didn’t seem as though she had been lost in the forest for ah of time.

  “Pleasant greetings,” Crowseer said, fshing a smile from behind his light ask. “I hope you have all been well.”

  “Weren’t you heading north?”

  “I was heading where I was heading,” Crowseer replied.

  “…” Adam looked to Jurot, who was equally as fused.

  Crowseer probably walked around the nd, meaning it was nigh on impossible for him to be here. Unless he turned and walked directly through the forest and the hills to this area, but then why would he head north along the road?

  “It seems Fate has brought us together once more,” Crowseer said, smiling. Cold pierced his heart, a threat unravelling.

  “Yeah, something like that.”

  “Thank you,” Kanya said, before retreating away with her brother and sister, a swiftaking their feet that Adam hadn’t ever seen before.

  “It was my pleasure,” Crowseer replied towards the retreating Tribesfolk.

  “You’re a nice guy, Crowseer,” Adam said.

  “Thank you.”

  “A little weird, but nice.”

  “We have mu on.”

  “…” Adam looked back towards his panions, sighily. “When you’re right, you’re right.”

  Crowseer smiled towards Umbra, before bowing his head. “A pleasure to see you too.”

  Umbra slowly owards the Idol who she had st met only retly. “You should scamper away before I ge my mind.”

  Crowseer fshed another smile, before bowing his head, Maurice pulled back slightly. The Idol stepped around the group, and made his way along the King’s Road.

  Jurot kept his thoughts in his mind, and ohey reached South Shire, he would o firm what he had learnt previously.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about seeing him so quickly after the previous time,” Adam admitted.

  Jurot slowly bowed his head. It was ohing for them to meet him once, and then once every few years, but to meet him twice within roughly a month? Jurot and Adam exged a knowing look.

  “Alright, let’s keep on keeping on.” Adam chuckled nervously, hoping it didn’t mean anything too serious. ‘Me and my luck.’

  Omen: 2, 14

  Large fences surrouhe fields around South Shire, which started a mile away from the city, and tinued past the city, along the rolling hills in the distahe city’s outermost walls were shorter thaher towns and cities he had visited, but there were several walls withiy which were slightly rger. “The breadbasket of Aldnd,” Jurot said, nodding his head towards the fields.

  “They say every Aldishmas bread with South Shire’s wheat before they turn ten,” Rick said, looking out across the nd to the thousands of farmers w hard on the fields.

  “Have you?”

  “I have. end weeks adventuring because our families won’t starve immediately, but if we spend too long, we will fall behind in our tax payments.”

  “Right, tax,” Adam said. “Speaking of taxes, I don’t think I’ve paid any taxes?”

  “Every time you receive your rewards you’re taxed,” Rick said.

  “Ah.”

  “Adventurers pay the most and the least in taxes,” Rick said. “The gate fees also strike advehe worst. It’s usually one copper per head for most people, and for most adventurers. Sometimes it’s a silver, like during war time, but for adventurers? During war time it’s a gold per head.”

  “Fair enough. How much do you usually pay in taxes?”

  “One gold per head for each adult in the household, but we also have to pay for the nd we work, and the nd we live on. All the nd within Aldnd belongs to the royal family of Bckwater, so everyone has to pay the nd tax to them.”

  “Sounds like a lot of tax.”

  “Roughly half our ine,” Rick said, nodding his head. “Still, we eat our fill, and spend a few days drinking without much worry.”

  “And saving for school?” “If you’re lucky.”

  Adam eyed up the five riders who made their way towards the group. Each wore , like their steeds, though they also wore pte armour over it, though their legs were also covered in steel. They wielded long spears in one hand, holding the reins of their mighty steeds iher, and each carried more ons at their side.

  “Halt!” came a shout from one of the riders, while they slowed down in front of the group. The heavily armoured riders wore a tabard over their armour which was bronze in colour, with two S’s, though they were staggered in a way that each was in the tre, but the left S was higher, and the right lower. “State your names and your business.”

  “Adam, of Fate’s Golden,” Adam replied, motioning a hand to his panions. “We’ve e to pass through.”

  “Where are you headed to?”

  “West Fort.”

  “What is your business i Fort?”

  Adam looked to Jurot, unsure if this propriate amount of questioning. “First of all, who are you?”

  “What?”

  “Who are you? You’re asking a lot of questions, but you haven’t introduced yourselves.”

  The heavily armoured riders gnced between one another, while Jurot spoke up. “They are guards of South Shire.”

  “Oh.” Adam blinked. “Just making sure. Uh, we have friends i Fort that we’re meeting.”

  “How long do you pn to stay in South Shire.”

  “A night, I think?” Adam looked to his panions. “I don’t want to take too loing to West Fort, we’re in a bit of a rush.”

  “Why are you in such a rush.”

  “Well…” Adam looked to his panions, w if he should say it. “What’s with all these questions.”

  “Just making sure you’re above board. If you have nothing to hide, then you should be able to answer my questions. If you’re hesitant, it means you have something to hide, and we might not be willing to let you ihe walls of South Shire.”

  “Alright, fair, I suppose. We’re in a rush to help a friend of ours with a missing friend of his. Magi’t seem to reach her, but we’re not sure if she’s dead. I’d like to do it quickly, so I eventually return back to the Iyr.”

  “Back to the Iyr?” the guard asked, eyeing up all the Iyrmen. “What business do you have with the Iyr?”

  “My children are in the Iyr and they’ll be turning one.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “This here is Jurot. He’s my brother. I’m not an Iyrman. I have children in the Iyr being looked after by his family. Their first birthday is soon. I’d like to be there on that day. Jurot’s grandfather is fighting the war. He won’t be there for their birthday. He adores the twins a lot, they’re adorable after all. When he es back from the war, after missing their birthday, I’m going to bully him. I only do that if I mao get there on time.”

  “…”

  You know what? When he's right, he's right.