Chapter Five Hundred And Eighty – 580
Felix shut the door. Explain.
The Chanters stood in the center of the room, eyes roaming over the jars and sacks, the fire, and Pit, who sat unperturbed on the woven rug. Laur, in particular, stared pointedly at the Skull of the Forsaken.
Tzfell folded her arms below her bust. The Kingsrock was once a Nymean stronghold. The oral histories the Dwarves tell of the Hoarfrost try to diminish that fact, and the written records of it have been wiped by the Ruin, but the clues are all there. The path to approach is even called the Starfield Step.
Why wouldnt you have mentioned this before?
Tzfell lifted her hands placatingly. I did not mention it previously simply due to the mixed company we find ourselves inor did you wish this knowledge to be bandied about among your entire company? It would have soon traveled into the ears of the Frost Giants, and they need no more reasons to covet the Kingsrock.
Thats fair, I guess. Felix gestured, yanking on a bright connection with Adamant Discord at the same time. A pair of giant-sized chairs slid across the stone tiles as tiny branches of lightning burst from his fingertips. Take a seat.
Thank you, Tzfell said, eyeing the chairs. I had not realized you had such fine control with that ability.
Felix scooted aside the jars and sacks with his hands before sitting down himself. Thats because most things dont respond well to getting hit by lightning, even if its just a little. He pointed to the minor char marks on the frame of the chairs the Chanters perched atop. The act of drawing on the connection creates a sort offriction. Thankfully, the Risi over-built these.
Fascinating, Laur said, studying the blackened markings. Connection toyou? What sort of connection could you possibly have to a Risi wrought furnishing?
The longer Ive been here the more certain I am that were all connected, Felix said. Some are whisper thin threads and others are thick as chains, but theyre all there. For instance, he pointed to Tzfell and the bald Dwarf raised an eyebrow. Tzfell bears a number of threads to the Frost Giants. Theyre weak, but definitely there.
Tzfell? Laur shifted toward her, clearly surprised. Youve dealt with the giants?
Many Dwarves have. I met my fair share in battle a century before you were born, Laur.
You said you came from the Rimefangs originally, Felix said.
I do. The clans of the Rimefangs have long fought against the monsters of the Hoarfrost, the Frost Giants primary among them. There is not much here, only snow and stone, and anything else the Risi Kin need they turn to raiding. The Rimefang holds have been their target for an Age, delivering death to a great many border villages in their eagerness for our resources. That, I imagine, is what you are detecting, Lord Autarch.
Felix sat back, tracing the many ephemeral threads that spun out from the Dwarven Chanter. Laur had some too, but they were almost invisible aside from the ones to Felix and Tzfell. Anytime a person interacted with another it established a fragile connection in his sight, so thin as to be invisible. With Tzfell, hers were delicate but distinct, and spread around her like a cloak. His Mind caught on an idea, and he flared his Manasight. Hed never tried that while looking at the threads, but they were made of Mana as much as anything. He wrinkled his nose. They tasted of stale violence, and sour yellow disdain.
Manasight is level 81!
Manasight is level 85!
You hate them, Felix said at last.
Thatis fair to say. I can remain civil, however, if that is your concern.
Its part of it, yeah. If things go as planned, these people are going to be under my Authority soon, and the last thing I want is elevated tensions. If you can hold your grudges in check while were here, then well be fine.
Im sorry?
Really hard.
Someone knocked on the door. Felix frowned, but the Chanters werent distracted.
You killed a myth with your bare fists? Laur scoffed. You expect us to believe that?
I dont care if you believe it, thats what happened, Felix said. His Perception flooded the corridor outside of his room, and he stood up. I appreciate your honesty, and the information youve given me will be very useful. But understand that I carry secrets that arent just mine.
He opened the door, just as Vess raised her fist to knock on it again. She was dressed in a beautiful, ankle-length gown embroidered with swirling patterns along the hem and up the long slit at the side. It flared over her hips and cinched at the waist and left her strong arms bare. She smiled, a deep dimple forming in her dusky cheek, and her golden brown eyes crinkled at the edges as she gave him a once-over. Did you forget, Nevarre?
Felix stared a moment longer before clearing his throat. Of course not. Why wouldthey were just leaving, actually. He turned to the Chanters and thanked his luck that they were already striding to the doorway.
We appreciate your time, Lord Autarch. Know that we are available to offer our input on anyextraordinary events that you encounter. Tzfell bowed to him and gave a lesser one to Vess. Lady Dayne.
Laur followed on the Dwarfs heels, pausing only to give Vess hand a chaste kiss. Milady.
Chanter Laur.
He turned his sharp features to Felix one last time. That Skull you recovered is quite interesting, Lord Autarch. I would love to look into it with you, if you have the time.
Ill think about it.
Very well. He retreated down the hall, his long legs easily overtaking the shorter Chanter.
Vess watched them go. What did they want?
Information, but at least they offered something in return. Felix took a deep breath and released it, pushing the Chanters visit away from his thoughts. I thought you were going to be here a bit sooner?
Yes, I apologize for being late. Someone materialized an illusion of themselves in my dressing room.
Felixs eyes widened and panic swarmed his chest so bad that Pit looked up from his book. Uh
Vess squinted at him, but after a moment huffed a small breath. Good. Your emotions are as shocked as your expression. I will take that to mean it was unintentionaland that you saw nothing.
Saw? Were you changing?
You will never know. Vess cheeks were flushed as she walked away from the door. To dinner, Lord Nevarre?
Felix scrambled after her.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
