Before she passed out, Bedivere saw Nedjem approaching from the darkness, his tattoos glowing golden and yellow fire radiating from his hands. She saw Iah in her peripheral as she knelt down by Bedivere, shouting something. Bedivere, though, heard nothing.
“I honestly can’t believe you fell for that,” Abramo chuckled, and Vulcan could hear his voice drawing closer. “But a dragon is a dragon, after all. The greed that killed your parents will be how you meet your end.”
Misha shook her head. “To play with the mind and convince the body it is mutilated…You were touched by demons, my poor boy.” She broke off at a whimpering noise and saw that Iah was biting her lip.
Iah dropped her pack to the ground and began digging around in it. “I know I packed it…Okay!” From her backpack, she pulled a sparkly pink dress lined with pearls and a skirt that cut off FAR above the knees. “Okay, Vulcan, put this on.”
Hana pulled her knife and pointed it at Bedivere, then swung it around to the others. “You…w-will leave this town…” Her voice trembled and her throat croaked out the words “or the same fate…will befall you.”
“I’ll be right there! God!” He shouted back. Bedivere may have been cool when they first met but when it came down to the nail, she was freaking annoying. Vulcan ignored her protests to keep going and began rummaging about the nearly pitch black storeroom. There was actually very little down here, just stacks of paper, a few tools and a plank of drywall. Inside a well hidden box, though the shine of a gem caught his eye.
As he opened the door to the hall he found he didn’t have to. Aeron burst out into the hallway, wielding his warhammer and wearing nothing but his boxers, screaming in his half-asleep state “MOMMA WE GOT ANOTHER GATOR!”
It was calm, unusually calm for a tavern. Iah felt a chill run through her despite the heat. Where she came from, this kind of silence wouldn’t permeate until after closing. But the tavern was full of people, all sitting in silence, except for one.
“Okay.” John lifted his hat, scratched his head, and put his hat back on. “Okay. I have my own inn…with Henry, down there.” He pointed at the door downstairs. “But my brother also has his own inn, over in Orlaine. You ever heard of of Orlaine?”