World - Story

"The Valeria Marina is moored down there, hidden along the coast down where farmer Jord lost his fishin' pole to that rabbit. I saw a lot of men movin' around on the deck, I think they had some kinda problem and had to make 'n emergency stop."

"Haha, yeah, I know the spot. You've done a real good job, Agni. You haven't told anyone else about this?"

"No sir, from th' informant's lips to your ears, no detours."

Breathe, Sixclaw. You can handle this.

The mountains ahead of her small boat loomed so far overhead that she had to crane her neck back to see the sky. The sea was calm, but the wind had a sour feel to it. There would be rain soon, possibly even a squall. She had to hurry.

Swallowing the last of his butterflies, metaphorically speaking of course, Atep pulled back the curtain of the einherjar's tent. "Could I share your shelter?" His condition made his voice raspy and quiet, an unpleasant thing to strain to hear.

The Andrunian warrior was on his feet in an instant, a brutal spiked mace in his rising fist! Atep fell back, boney fingers splayed out in a pathetic cry for clemency. "Please! I mean no harm, sir! Mercy!"

"What is the Cage? That's a big question, one of the biggest, right up there 'why is there something instead of nothing?' and 'how does magic work?'. My boy, if either of us knew the answer to that, we'd be the most famous men in Cevant." His piece said, Antonius adjusted his high-arch spectacles and resumed his path up the stone stairs, his breath coming in wheezing grunts. 

"You sure you're ready, cevvie? They ain't like us. Be polite, but don't let her catch you lying for any reason, they hate having to notice that."

"I have spoken with other races before, remember." Titus laughed, patting the short Santyrian on the head, his confidence an utter act. His mind kept returning to the man he'd seen, the corpse, eyes missing, mouth stitched shut, whispering to a cowering senator in an alley. "Thank you, but I'll be fine."