“The Angolis are one of five of the fae factions that make up their kingdom. The Angolis, Cortharo, Kesiliac, Naqesti and Soliasil,” Dave said
‘I had no idea there were different factions,’ SJ thought.
“I don’t know much about them or what they stand for. Never having a fae Legionnaire, I only know the basic details from the Legionnarius. It’s basically, from my understanding, similar to orc clans. Different orc clans will group together to form war pacts. Fae have been a combined group of factions for millennia, and it is the basis of their society and council. The king or the queen of the fae is elected rather than earned through a rite of passage, and it revolves between the various factions. I think the king of the fae was originally Cortharo. When they take on the throne, they denounce their membership or allegiance to any faction and should hold neutrality.”
‘Do all factions make up the council?’
“I believe so. You would need to confirm directly with a fae. Sorry.” Dave sounded genuinely upset, not being able to give SJ any further information. “I spoke to Mum at long last. She stated that Gavia had never been tied to the dark elves. All she is aware of is that Gavia was thought to have been supported by a god, but no one knew which one. Mentioning the dark elves has made mum go over some of her database details more thoroughly. She has promised to let me know if she finds or hears anything.”
‘Thanks.’
Once SJ reached the tower, she located Petunia in Alec’s office, which she was using while covering his position. As usual, she appeared pristine and as though she had just walked in from a complete makeover. Her hair was perfectly curled, her robes immaculate, and she had no signs of being up half the night.
“Morning, Petunia,” SJ said.
“Ah. SJ, perfect timing. Do you have your report?”
“I do.”
“Excellent. I was going to use your draft version, but since you have the official one, let us go and see the chancellor.”
SJ followed Petunia the short distance to the chancellor’s office and, on entering, discovered Wystria and the colonel also in attendance.
“Please sit,” the chancellor said. Then indicated for the colonel to continue.
“As I was explaining. The theft was foiled, and we took one captive and two were killed. At least one other was injured, but the remainder of the gang got away. I have tower guards currently scouring the districts, looking for them. Other updates include an explosion in District 3 last night and a report that a member of the council called for the guard to attend a second incident.” The colonel turned to look at SJ.
SJ could feel her cheeks getting hot and didn’t make eye contact.
“Where is the chalice now?”
“In the Astaria still. We never actually removed it from there. I believe I know who the being is that was responsible for communicating the change of plans. There is a member of staff who is married to one of Jelart’s cousins. From the information, SJ gave,” Wystria looked at SJ. “I believe we now have our prime suspect.”
“I think SJ may have some useful information to add to last night’s events,” Petunia interjected before anyone continued.
SJ cleared her throat, feeling very nervous suddenly. She looked around at each of them in attendance before she began. By the time she had finished explaining what had happened the previous evening, she felt as though she had just laid her soul out to bare. She refrained from any details surrounding Carter’s death and stated that he had died in the explosion. She only hoped that Petunia didn’t contradict her. She glanced at Petunia momentarily when she stated it, and Petunia sat with a smile on her face, showing no other emotion or reaction.
The chancellor looked at SJ as she finished her story with a raised eyebrow and a wry smile on his face. “It appears that you have resolved a rather awkward problem for us disposing of this group. I will have to pass on my thanks to Larianco when I see her. Colonel, I think we also require this captured dark elf to be brought in for questioning from District 3. I will ask the scriers to complete an interrogation of both of them.”
“Sir.”
“I just needed to apologise for the damage caused in the warehouse district. We never intended to cause so much,” SJ said.
“No need to apologise. The entire district requires regenerating. It is by far the worst in the city and a scar compared to others,” the chancellor said.
“Can I while we are discussing District 3 give you my audit findings?” Petunia asked.
“Of course.”
Petunia spent the next thirty minutes going through the audit findings with them. The conclusion was stark and in Petunia’s own words. “He requires to be dragged before the city council and questioned to be made an example of. His treasonous acts alone will receive the death penalty, but his fall should caution others and maybe prevent any other issues. If I consider the tax, he has swindled through the books of District 3 there are several things that as a council we wouldn’t have had to do, and if this is happening in more than one district, I dread to consider the savings. The tax increases we have voted across the region, I believe once this is all concluded, will require to be reconsidered.”
All in attendance were nodding in agreement.
“Indeed, we may,” the chancellor said. “Colonel, would you be so kind as to arrest Lieutenant Jelart and bring him before the council? I will call an emergency meeting immediately. The findings will seal his fate and the vote for punishment can be expedited.”
“I will go immediately, sir,” the colonel replied, standing to leave.
“Wystria. Do you mind speaking to Darwinial and get him to send runners to the districts, making them aware of the meeting? Once everyone is gathered, we can proceed.”
“Sir,” Wystria answered as she stood to leave.
“Petunia. Thank you for your efficient duty concluding this matter. And SJ thank you for your support. This will hopefully begin to remove part of the city’s corruption, although there is still much more to do,” the chancellor said, shaking his head.
As Petunia and SJ left the chancellor’s office, SJ turned to Petunia.
“Sorry. I just need to speak to the chancellor about another matter.”
“Oh course dear,” she smiled.
SJ walked back to the chancellor’s office, knocking politely on the open door, and waited. He had started to write on parchment and, placing his quill in its holder, he looked up.
“SJ. Was there something else?”
“Chancellor. Do you mind if I ask you a sensitive question?”
“You may,” he replied quizzically.
“Do you have an employee based in Killic? Well, not in Killic itself, but at the Wandering Ogre.”
The chancellor’s eyebrows raised as a smile broke out on his face. “You have met him, then?”
“I wouldn’t say met, more know of him. As he has never spoken while I was present. The reason I ask it that we are expanding the township and currently the Wandering Ogre is preventing the expansion without them staying as an independent and not falling under the town’s standing.”
“I see.”
“I can understand that as a chancellor, you require to be kept abreast of what is happening across the southern region, and I am sure you have eyes and ears everywhere. Killic is growing and with it there will be changes. I wish to ensure that as part of the changes, Asterfal is in full support and there will be no attempts to hinder our progress? Currently, I am not sure that is the case.”
The chancellor looked at SJ thoughtfully for several moments. “So, what are you proposing?”
“I am proposing that Killic is not just a protectorate of Asterfal but joins in a partnership. You are aware of the mine and know the income that it brings to the town. What a small town is today will become much larger in time as the wealth from the mines comes in. I am also aware of the issues that occur across various territories in the south, and Killic is one of the southernmost towns, at least in standing with Asterfal and members of the council. Many of the lesser towns further are not associated. Especially heading out into the desert region.”
“You are correct. Killic is one of two that are the most southerly.”
“I would like to suggest that Killic is recognised as a garrison town for Asterfal. That way, we can house and support the necessary forces to combat any threats that may be faced from the south as the town expands. This only supports Asterfal further. The responsibility would sit with ourselves to ensure that peace is maintained and issues are dealt with as required once established. Currently, we only look at our town borders, but we can easily begin to look further afield as necessary once our new defences finish construction. This would reduce several issues directly away from Asterfal, ensuring they are dealt with remotely on your behalf.”
“It is an interesting proposal. Have you had this conversation with Zigferd?”
“No. I just thought of it now.”
“What would this partnership, as you say, look like?”
“The valley to the south holds the tunnel, which provides access to the desert region. It also allows for further west access across the southwest of the continent. This valley would be an ideal location for a garrison to be housed, and it can be considered during the current defence expansion. All we would require is funding to support the associated build of anything that is deemed necessary by the city. A barracks, stables, whatever is required. I am sure an initial guard force can be provided by the town guard we already have, but in time, as the town grows, we may have to recruit from further afield. Killic has been involved in regular skirmishes until recently with Bordon, and this means that many in the town are already combat-focused. This would ensure that their training and skills aren’t being wasted, and remove the logistics requirement you face when dealing with these issues from Asterfal.”
SJ continued. “Rather than your spy sitting in the Wandering Ogre.” The term spy made the chancellor smirk. “I would like to propose that he move into the mayor’s office in Killic and become part of the process going forward. Supporting our joint growth and security. You know my status as a Legionnaire and that the level boundaries will increase as I do, and this is also a unique opportunity to be a part of that process.”
“I will consider your proposal and let you know what I decide. It shows merit, but without looking into it further, I cannot say,” the chancellor said.
“That is all I ask for now. Thank you for your time,” SJ said, turning to leave.
“SJ,” the chancellor said.
“Chancellor?” SJ turned back.
“His name is Bastvik, and he is a cousin of mine. Please pass on my regards when you see him next,” the chancellor smiled.
SJ nodded as she left.
“Well, that was unexpected. Where did that all come from?” Dave said.
‘Just an idea. We are only looking at Killic currently and not the bigger picture. As the town expands, so should our opportunities, especially if I want to continue growing. It’s part selfish. As a garrison town, it will require higher-level beings to offer protection against other territories in the south, accommodate this, and allow for their continual growth. Killic will also have to grow above its current level boundaries.’
“You still surprise me,” Dave said happily.
By the time SJ had been to the dining hall for a coffee, city councillors were arriving in the tower. The message had got out quickly that an emergency meeting had been called. SJ was not a member of the city council, so wasn’t expected to attend the meeting, and for the council, it would probably be best that they aired their dirty laundry behind closed doors. Having a regional member present probably wouldn’t have looked best.
As SJ began walking through the inner city, heading back to District 11 and her home, a wagon approached. Sitting in the back of the wagon between two guards was councillor Jelart. He looked crestfallen until he saw SJ. As soon as he spotted her, he sneered and spat. That got him cuffed by one of the guards who sat with him, making SJ smile as he passed. Dave giggled in her head.
‘I will not see Carlito. I will just speak to him instead. I need to let him know I will be out of the city for a while and will contact him on my return.’
“Sounds fair. It may be worth going via the library before you leave. There may be a book that details more about the fae there.”
‘That’s a good suggestion,’ SJ said, changing direction to the library.
Nearly two hours and almost three gold later, SJ left the library with six books. Each book covered fae history, and the librarian advised her that combined, they would provide her with as much information as possible without actually being in the fae capital and accessing the fae great library.
Thirty minutes later, she arrived at the Black Griffin. Buying a drink and sitting at a table, SJ felt relaxed and took out a book to read as she sat there waiting. She hadn’t called Carlito and instead had decided to go and see him. She was in no hurry. As time passed, patrons came and went, and she lost track of how long she had been there, being drawn into the fae history.
The political structure was, as Dave had suggested, with the five factions that made up the fae kingdom. Rumours suggested Gavia had originally been a member of the Soliasil faction, although this had never been confirmed as truly accurate. The five factions all followed different paths and affinities.
Angolis was known as the faction of faith. Cortharo justice, Kesiliac magic, Naqesti life and Soliasil warriors. According to the text, the faction forces were born to direct their choices. There were faes that moved to different factions, but this appeared to be a rarity. These separate factions combined were the heart of the fae system. She still hadn’t found out any specifics related to Gavia directly.
“You should have just called,” a voice spoke behind her.
A young server was standing by her table, towel over her arm, carrying a tray.
“Thank you for last night,” SJ said.
“My pleasure. Thank you for your honesty. I don’t speak to many who are in our trade. I also disposed of a second one last night.”
“Sorry?”
“He had come to find Carter. Apparently, he had been sent to make sure the guard hadn’t followed them when the warehouse exploded,” Carlito’s comment was matter-of-fact.
It was a loose end that SJ hadn’t thought of since last night’s activities.
“Thank you again. I came to see you to let you know that I will be leaving the city soon, and I am not sure yet when I will be back. It may be a while.”
Nodding their head, Carlito said. “I expected so. I am guessing you will level soon and once you do, you can join the guild. It will make assigning tasks easier once you are a member. You will receive notifications of recent assignments.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“You may.”
“Is there anything you can’t change into?”
Carlito laughed, a bright sound coming from the young server girl. “Feathers. Scales and feathers don’t mix well together,” was all she said, smiling. “One day, you may have to tell me more about your gift if you are able.”
“If I am able,” SJ said, returning the smile. “I will let you know when I return. Would you like this back?” SJ said, moving her hand to her ear.
“No, keep hold of it. I have no plans to take on anyone else. You proved yourself to be quite effective at the Squirrels Sphere.”
That comment took SJ by surprise, not expecting him to know about it.
“Anyway, safe journey and I will see you when you return.” And with that, Carlito turned and walked away again.
Drinking the last of the dregs in her glass, SJ placed her book back in her inventory and left the Black Griffin heading back home.
Sitting on the small jetty by the lakeside, SJ cast a line into the water. She had been fishing for several hours in between reading her books.
“Bite,” Brian said.
SJ scrambled for the rod, yanking it out of the water.
“How many times do I need to tell you? Your strike must be short and sharp to set the hook,” he shook his head.
“Sorry,” SJ said, as she reeled the line back in.
Brian took hold of the line as she swung it back to the jetty, replacing the missing bait with a new fat worm from the bucket they had brought, full of them from the garden.
“Gently cast it this time. You aren’t trying to reach the other side of the lake.”
SJ rolled her eyes and, following Brian’s guidance, again cast the line into the water. As soon as it settled and the cork was bobbing on the lake’s surface, she placed the rod on the small V-shaped holder Brian had asked Terrance to create for him. Picking up her book, she carried on reading again.
It had been two weeks since her return from Asterfal. SJ had portalled back to the cottage before meeting with the coach and wagon to get a lift the rest of the way back to Killic. She had left five gold with Lurtew and Yawnee to cover any problems with the house while she was away. She had mentioned that she may see Otherlisar next time she was in Asterfal to look into opening an account with her they could use for the house. Especially as she wanted Otherlisar to open a bank in Killic as well at some point.
Isavil and Zigferd had settled into their home, and SJ often called to see her. Compared to the stark, drab home Zigferd had lived in before, it was now homely and inviting. When SJ spoke to Zigferd about her discussion with the chancellor, he was furious at first, but slowly, Isavil chipped away at him, and he came around to the idea. SJ had sensibly spoken to Alice about it before bringing it to Zigferd’s attention, as she was fully in support of the idea. Expanding the town in that manner would give them direct ties to Asterfal, as SJ had suggested, and ensure that they received fair compensation.
SJ had informed Kerys of the passing of Malaki. Kerys had celebrated by offering everyone in the inn a free drink. That had been short-lived as the news in Killic spread quickly, and within minutes, many more had arrived. The most interesting conversation that SJ had had since she had returned to Killic was with Nexis. He had confirmed he had spoken to some of his siblings and was awaiting a response from his ‘elder sister’ were the terms he had used. Nexis was still none the wiser if Jaristi was involved unless he went to the fae kingdom himself, which he had been forbidden from doing. When SJ had quizzed him about being forbidden, he made up some tale that SJ hadn’t believed.
The cottage was beautiful as usual, the skeletons were taking such amazing care of it. Terence had been carving decorations recently and even started taking orders from the town. Zigferd had commissioned him to carve a lifesize wooden statue of Killic, the founder, to be placed above the main gates at the crag entrance to the plateau. It had taken him a while to locate a tree large enough for the task and also for the three skeletons to move it back to the cottage to allow him to complete the task.
“SJ. SJ.” Charlotte called as she ran down the path.
“Shhh,” Brian motioned. “You will scare the fish away.”
“It’s happening. Come quick.”
At the comment, SJ dropped her book, and they both sprang up, leaving the rods as they ran back to the cottage. Rushing through the front door, Terence was bent over the table. Moving to look, all four of them stood in awe as the shell crack grew larger and a claw appeared, poking out.
“Come on. That’s it.” Terence said, watching intently.
Slowly, more cracks appeared in the shell, muffled sounds coming from inside. Then it happened: the top of the shell cracked and the point of a snout stuck through the hole. Again, it pushed its snout against the crack until the top gave way. Sitting in the remains of the egg was the most amazing creature SJ had ever seen. It blinked its eyes several times, looking around at its spectators, before it turned and looked directly at SJ and made a low throated growl.
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