Omen: 15, 17

  “We should tinue our journey,” Jurot said. “There will be fewer skeletons now, so the vilgers will do well by themselves.”

  “Jurot, I ’t believe you’d betray me like this twice,” Adam said. “First the promise, and now this?”

  Jurot stared at Adam. “How did I betray you?”

  “You said fewer.”

  “Yes?”

  Adam looked away. “I’m going to tell Lanarot you keep bullying me.”

  Jurot tio stare at Adam, w if he was joking.

  The group gathered together, and Adam wondered if he could take some bones. “How much will it cost for these bones?”

  “You would buy the bones?” Jurot asked, surprised.

  “Sure, why not?”

  “They are the bones of the vilger’s dead.”

  “I thought that…” Adam stopped to think. ‘Hold on.’ “Right. Most of the skeletons this time were humanoid, but st time they were animals.”

  “It was a Great Twilight,” Jurot expined.

  “Oh,” Adam said, nodding his head. He didn’t know what a Great Twilight really was, but he was slowly f an idea in his head.

  The group then said their goodbyes to the Iyrmen and the Chief.

  “Aren’t we meant to pay you a gold?” Adam asked.

  “Why are you mentioning such a thing now?” Merl ughed, befrabbing his forearms. “Have a safe journey, mister Half Elf.”

  “Please, it’s Adam, Chief.”

  Merl smiled, squeezing his forearm. “We will accept your once you return safely from your journeys.”

  “Alright.” Adam nodded, a smile pstered across his face.

  They waved their goodbyes to the vilgers, who waved at them as they left.

  “Helping people really does fill the soul, doesn’t it?” Adam said, stepping proudly as they made their way.

  ‘You didn’t even fight,’ Brittany thought, but she didn’t dare to say that. ‘I guess you did use some Fireballs to help, and you fought that giant bone snake…’

  It was early evening when they came across the vilge, watg as the vilgers moved the boo the side.

  “Hmm?” Adam said, looking to the familiar sight of an Iyrman. No, not an Iyrman. “What are you doing here?”

  “Why I not be here?” Ashmir asked.

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” Adam said, reag for his forearm. “I just meant, aren’t you meant to be in the Iyr to have a bunch of children?”

  “Even in this age I am still virile,” Ashmir said.

  Adam suddenly regretted making the joke. “Right.” He noticed a handful of other Iyrmen, including a teen whose tattoo seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite pce it. Beside him was another young teen, about his age, who looked simir, with the same tattoo on her forehead.

  They carried with them aoo, so Adam nodded his head towards them, feeling some sense of kinship from their mutual ons. The young teen narrowed her eyes at the Half Elf, and dragged the boy away with her.

  ‘It’s not surprising any more,’ Adam thought.

  Adam hahe Chief a gem and a gold piece, and though they tried to refuse, Adam smiled at them ily, and refused to take the gold back.

  “Did you e here to help in order to stretuscles?” Adam asked Ashmir.

  “Yes. I was being unfortable in the Iyr, resting all that time.”

  “Yeah, I get that. I miss my little sister, but I ’t be useless. I o go out and help people, and make moo shower her in gifts.”

  “Are you always thinking of your sister?” Ashmir asked.

  “Not all the time,” Adam said. “An appropriate amount of time, which is most of the time. I ’t think when I sleep.”

  Ashmir just sighed. “Your brother is quite special,” he said to Jurot.

  “Yes.”

  “Stop bullying me,” Adam grumbled.

  They spent the evening in the vilge, partaking in the vilge festivities.

  Omen: 2, 9

  “What are you doing here?” Adam asked.

  It was te evening, the group having travelled without much issue towards the vilge.

  “Why ’t I be here?” Strom asked.

  “Aren’t you meant to be enjoying yourself in the Iyr?”

  “I wao have some fun fighting these Undead,” Strom replied, simply.

  “You o look after your health!” Adam wagged his fi Strom, nannying the old man.

  “I’m not that old,” Strom replied.

  “Then you’re young enough food beating,” Adam warned, before patting the old man’s back gently.

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  He went off to get Strom some soup, noting how Strom had bee thihan before.

  “How embarrassing,” Strom said, looking to Jurot and the others. There were no Iyrmen in this vilge, and the vilgers remained quite some ways away from Strom. Their eyes held such a great reverence for him, it was as though they were looking at a God.

  Jurot sensed as though he had missed quite a sight, and the other Iyrme it too. They wondered just how strong Strom was, even in his weakeate.

  The vilgers watched as Adam brought the old man some soup, and sat beside him to chat.

  ‘He’s talking so casually to that old monster?’

  ‘Shouldn’t we stop him?’

  ‘You think he’s trolling that old man?’

  ‘How he do something like that?’

  ‘He’s an Elf.’

  ‘He is an Elf…’

  The vilgers wondered if Adam knew what Strom was truly like. Right now, Strom seemed to be just a docile old man, but they had seen him when the Undead had e. Most of the bones had been burnt, and barely a handful of them had mao ehe Undead.

  “Excuse me,” a vilger said, once Adam was out of sight, and what they thought to be, out of earshot. She was a young woman, in her mid twenties or so.

  “Yes?”

  “That old man, is he an Iyrman?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “I thought, because of the tattoo.”

  Adam shrugged. “I know he’s a friend of one of the Great Elders, and that he’s pretty powerful.”

  “Are there even Iyrmen who are more powerful than him?”

  Adam thought deeply. “Probably.”

  Jurot was going to speak up, si wasn’t good for Iyrmen to lie, but Adam wasn’t an Iyrman, and Jurot wasn’t sure if he was lying. Strom had given up his Spark, so though he may still be powerful, it may be true that some Iyrmen may be more powerful than him now.

  “How strong do you think Strom is?” Adam asked over their evening meal, and only after Strom had excused himself to drink on a rooftop.

  “Strong,” Jurot said, with a level of gravitas.

  Adam sipped his soup, looking up at the old man. “Yeah.”

  Nobby thought. He thought lightly, not wanting to strain his mind. He was strong. Adam was strohe Iyrmen were strohan strohen there was Strom, who may have been strohan strohan stronger.

  Brittany, too, thought about this matter. Her sense of scale was also skewed, as she had only known Adam, and had seen his rapid growth, but hadn’t gained a sense of hoid it truly was. However, she had known Adam for quite some time, but she wasn’t stro.

  ‘Is he keeping me weak on purpose?’ Brittany thought. There were times whehought Adam had made passes at her, wanting her for her body. However, after seeing how much time he spent with his sister, she realised he didn’t think about those sorts of things.

  Was she still weak? pared to before, she certainly had grown stronger. She could find the oints on her enemies easier, and she could also use a variety of ons. Her steps were much softer now, too.

  It still hadn’t been a year, but she was hoping they’d explore the nd further. ‘Patience.’ It was what Jonn and Kitool would always tell her, but she still wished for more.

  “Vonda,” Adam called. “We’ll spend a few days here and then…”

  The pair shared a look between one another, and both nodded.

  Strom wondered what it was, but he decided not to get involved. They’d e bad tell him the story some time ter that year. If they didn’t it wouldn’t matter since he’d be dead.

  Adam and the group spent a few days in the vilge, stog up on supplies, and assisting them in repairing the vilge. Strom rexed on the rooftop, keeping an ear out for anything which could bother them.

  Adam made sure that Strom was eating properly, though he didn’t seem too ied.

  “You said you had some unfinished business, right? You’re probably wanting to beat someone up, so you need your strength for it!”

  “I do not o eat, Adam,” Strom said. Using his powers accelerated the degeion, but there was little issue with ing. “I’m drinking, and that’s good enough.”

  “Good enough? Do you know how embarrassed I’ll be if you lose? What will I tell my lovely sister? That the old man who I thought was strong did and then got his ass hao him?” Adam pushed some bread up to Strom’s face.

  Strom refused to eat it.

  “Fine. You’ve left me no choice.” Adam inhaled deeply, turning his head. He stared at Lucy, and her.

  Strom swiped the bread from Adam’s hand. “Give it here. I’m not so old that I need you to feed me.” The look in Lucy’s eye had caused him to move.

  ‘Damn it!’ Lucy cried.

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