Adam had handed over his basic health potions to the sed group, making sure they would adventure safe and sound, so he decided to make another set of potions.

  Adam plucked a Thread of Fate.

  The boy had dirt all over his face, and wed clothing. His hair was dark, a dirty, dirty blonde, but there was something more to him.

  That day he had tried to find something to eat, and though he usually found something to eat, he was uo. He ed a thin cloth around himself. The boy had long bee used to hunger.

  He thought about going to the bakery he usually walked to, but he decided against it, not wanting to bother the woman too much, in case she’d refuse to give him more bread iure.

  If he had, he would have walked across a young Iyrman.

  Thus Fate was forever ged.

  Omen: 3, 18

  Adam slipped on his nightval bear leather which had been fashioned into a nearly sleeveless tunic, which cooled his body. He wore his puthral breastpte over it, the purple metal from the Iyr which was lighter than typical steel, and did not cause him trouble wheried to move stealthily.

  Today was the day he’d meet his new panions for their quest of dealing with the Outbreak. The Adventurer’s Guild had cleared a field towards the back to allow the group to meet, with some food and drinks ready for them to eat as they mingled.

  Fate’s Golden was sed to the party, as five others waited, chatting amongst one ahree were heavily armoured, two of whom were women and also carried amulets denoting their faith. Two of them wore much less armour, one wearing studded leather, and the other, an Aswadian, wore a set of robes. Each of them were ihirties or so, and carried with them a multitude of ons, as well as Steel Rank token.

  At first Adam thought the Aswadian ellcaster, but seeing that they were carrying a shortsword and a staff, Adam uood they were like Kitool, a Monk.

  “You must be Fate’s Golden,” the heavily armoured man said, standing up to shake Adam’s forearm. “And you must be Adam, the leader.”

  “So you’ve heard of me,” Adam said, shaking the man’s forearm. “What have you heard of me exactly?”

  “You’re a Half Elf, and apparently, like to cause trouble.”

  Adam slowly nodded his head. “Sounds abht, holy.”

  “Oliver. We’re the White Ghosts,” Oliver said. “This is Emily, a Priest, Sir Matilda, a Guardian from the Order of the Thousand Hunts, Bob, a Rogue from Eagle Wing, and Azar Hills, from Aswadia.”

  “Order of Bck Mountain?” Azar asked, nodding his head to Dunes.

  “Gold Sands?” Dunes asked, approag the Monk.

  “Bronze Dragon.”

  “Ah,” Dunes said, nodding his head, noting the brorim on the robes. The Aswadians shook forearms, a which had bee the norm in the nds even as far as the federacy over a millennia ago.

  “Bronze Dragon?” Adam asked, gng between the pair.

  Azar said something in the Aswadian tongue, causing Duo ugh. Azar chuckled, sipping a drink, before Dunes some.

  “He’s queer, but he’s good,” Dunes said, accepting the drink. “Strohan any of us.”

  Adam raised his brow, w what Azar had said about him.

  “Any of you?” Matilda asked, looking to the Iyrmen. “There are three Iyrmen.”

  “Adam would be difficult for me to defeat,” Jurot said. “He has already shown his strength by defeating someone greater than me.”

  “Who?” Matilda asked.

  “My aunt.”

  “Is she as strong as you?”

  “No,” Jurot said. “She is stronger.”

  “What are Iyrmen good for?” Bob asked. “Sitting in their hills. Det at being sell swords, but you don’t fight, not like leknights and our Order.”

  “I tell you’re from Eagle Wing,” Adam said, exging a gh Jurot.

  “What do you mean by that?” Bob asked, squinting at the Half Elf.

  “We had a Knight from Eagle Wing, I ’t quite recall his name,” Adam said.

  “Sir Frederick Leftwing,” Jurot said.

  “That was it! Sir Frederick! Almost got himself killed talking shit.”

  “You watch your tongue boy,” Bob snarled.

  “Just like that,” Adam said.

  “It was not Sir Frederick Leftwing,” Jurot said.

  “What?”

  “It was Sir Doriaerly, a Woodknight.”

  “Oh,” Adam said, looking to Jurot, narrowing his eyes in thought. “You sure about that?”

  “Yes,” Jurot said.

  “It was Sir Dorian,” Dunes firmed. “From West Wood.”

  “You know…” Adam thought. “I think you’re right. He was angry that the Iyrmen couldn’t be punished by the King’s Law. Sir Frederick was alright, actually, I don’t think I have any qualms with him. I misspoke about the good a fellow known as Sir Frederick, and I hope you’ll accept my apology, Bob.”

  Bob narrowed his eyes. He didn’t trust the Half Elf, but he apologised rightly, so he couldn’t hold it against Adam too harshly.

  As the groups were introduced to one ahey began to mihe Priests speaking with one another, and the Aswadians chatted away in the er in their own tongue.

  “A filthy leaf ear?” called a voice.

  Adam sighed, turning to face the new group of adventurers. “Oh.” Adam stared at the young adventurer, who was so familiar.

  “What are you-,”

  Adam snapped his finger. “It’s you! The kid that I beat up back then!”

  “Wh-what…” the young adventurer began, staring at Adam, flushing a deep red.

  “Hold on.” Adam gnced aside, trying to think. “Wasn’t it a year ago? Yeah, it was, wasn’t it? It was about this time st year that I beat the shit out of you. A hundred gold, right? Did I let it go for Paul, the Vice Master?”

  Adam recalled the fight of how he bodied the punk kid. He had just levelled to Level Four, and had beat the kid in a single blow. If he wao, he could have killed the adventurer, but he let the punk go. “Did I not beat you hard enough st time?”

  The young man fumed at Adam. “Had you not used a magical on, I would have beaten you.”

  Adam threw a look to Jurot, chug lightly. “Right. Right.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure if I didn’t use my magical on, my armour, my hands, my eyes, you certainly would have taken much loo lose.”

  One of the adventurer’s panions pced a hand on his shoulder. “Why are y to get us kicked out of this quest?” she whispered into his ear.

  “I ’t fug believe it,” the young adventurer grumbled.

  “I didn’t expect the cohesion of roup to be so sorely affected by just a single man,” Oliver admitted.

  “Hey, I didn’t ask to be born this handsome,” Adam said, wiggling his ears at the Steel Rank adventurer. “There’s anroup of kids who don’t like me her.”

  “What did you do to them or is it because of the ears?”

  “I helped to save their lives and then one of them, a Karen, accused me of sexually harassing them.”

  “Did you?”

  “Did I what?” Adam stared into Oliver’s eyes.

  “Put your hands on the girl?”

  “I don’t believe so,” Adam said, thinking. “Someone else tied them together. Jurot probably tell you.”

  “Let’s hope they aren’t a part of roup then, otherwise we’ll have quite the pro-,”

  “What are you doing here?” called a voice.

  Adam sighed. He didn’t turn around, ihrowing Oliver a look. “It’s them, isn’t it?”

  “There are four of them.”

  “Three woman, and a guy?”

  “Yes.”

  “The guy is a Priest of… Ebony, I think?”

  “Yes.”

  Adam turned, seeing the four. A young woman in robes, another young woman iher, a young woman in heavy armour, and a young man in heavy armour.

  “I ’t believe they expect us to walk around with you!” the young mage growled at him, before her eyes darted to the Iyrmen.

  “I ’t believe they brought over such rude kids to join us,” Adam said, clig his teeth with his tongue. “I already beat the lot of you before, so don’t cause trouble.”

  The young woman clutched at her staff. “You fiend! You’d better stay away from me.”

  Jaygak threw her a dirty look. “Why?”

  “I wasn’t talking to you.”

  “No, but I remember someone unished for spouting all kinds of lies,” Jaygak said. “If you don’t want to spend another month ing the streets, you should your mouth.”

  Adam smiled at Jaygak, nodding his head at her.

  “How dare you suggest Adam has beautiful horns like mine.”

  Adam frowned.

  Jaygak had pyed it off as a joke, but Adam had suffered from enough discriminatiohe past couple of days, and then there was the fact she used the word fiend. Fiend, a word used to describe Devilkin in a ive light.

  The young Scribe Mage, more only known as a Wizard, shut her mouth quickly, but tio gre at the group.

  ‘Should I beat them up again?’ Adam thought. ‘I could probably say I was defending myself sihey started an issue.’ Adam looked to the roups, all of whom were full of Humans. ‘No. ces are, it doesn’t matter who starts it, they’ll probably only end up bming me since I’m a Half Elf.’

  Froups had gathered together, and Adam could only wonder what the make up of the st group would be.

  ‘I bet it’s a group which hates me.’ Adam did his best to try and remember who else he had offended in his current life. ‘Mountain Knight?’ Adam thought, recalling hoowerful Knight wanted him dead for being an Elf.

  ‘No, no. There’s no way that…’

  The fifth group appeared.

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