389. The Young Iyrmen Squad

389. The Young Iyrmen Squad

Adam introduced Bavin to the others, from Jurot and his companions, to the teens, and then the children.

“Bovin asked me to take him with us on our adventures and make him an Expert,” Adam said. “Shouldn’t take too long.”

“You are to train him into an Expert?” Nirot asked, throwing Adam a look.

“Yes.”

Nirot’s eyes remained on his. “You will not train us?”

Adam shrugged. “If you want to be an Expert, you can join.”

Nirot glanced between the other teens, their eyes speaking between one another.

Mirot looked to Sonarot, and the other adults also looked to her for guidance. It was not only because they were all pregnant, so the stress of Adam would make life difficult for them, but also because Sonarot was closest to him. They asked with their eyes for Sonarot to deal with the situation.

“You would train us to become Experts?” Nirot asked.

“You can come adventure with us and eventually you’ll become Experts, sure,” Adam said. “Though you need to be on the same contract as Bavin and the others.”

“What kind of contract?”

“You’ll be paid ten gold a month every month, your lodgings and such will be taken care of, and once you’re an Expert, you’ll be under contract to work for me at a rate of twenty five gold a month or so as an Expert for a period of five years.”

Nirot narrowed her eyes. “Why would we accept that deal?”

“Iyrmen wouldn’t,” Adam said. “Not unless they had something to prove.”

“Five years is a long time,” Nirot said.

“You’d be what? Twenty one?”

“Yes,” the young Iyrman replied.

“You’d still be young, with plenty of coin under your belt,” Adam offered. “Though, I can understand why you wouldn’t want to. Of course, as my Cousin, I can treat you differently. Nepotism, yes, but... I wouldn’t charge Lanarot.”

Nirot remained silent. “If you train me to become an Expert, then I will owe you a favour.”

“A favour?” Adam asked. He turned to Bavin. “Would you agree to the same terms?”

Bavin nodded in response.

“A favour. A favour. A favour I can call for whenever I please?”

“Yes,” Nirot replied. “Unless it goes against our rules.”

Adam thought deeply. “Nobby, Brittany, and you all will share one cut of the loot. I won’t be paying you lot any gold monthly, but I’ll take care of your needs and such. I don’t think a few gold a month will do anything for you.”

“Okay.”

Adam held out his hand, and the pair shook forearms.

The adults had all stared at Sonarot, pleading her with their eyes.

“It is a good fortune that Adam has chosen to train four Experts for our families,” Sonarot said. “Perhaps they may even return to us as Adepts once the children are born.” She smiled warmly.

The eyes continued to pierce Sonarot. “They do not know your story, Adam, so you should not make such remarks freely.”

“I suppose so, but you know my story, and so does Jurot,” Adam replied. “Anyway, I don’t completely fear Baktu, but I do fear the beings above him.”

Sonarot sighed, feeling the piercing gazed begin to bury themselves within her. “Adam.”

Adam cleared his throat. “My point is that you’re not allowed to die until you see your adorable siblings! How can I get to see them if you don’t? What will they think when they grow up? They’ll look up at me, Adam, and think I’m just a useless guy who let their older brothers and sisters die! Then they’ll ask Lanarot why I let them die, and she’ll ask me, and what am I meant to say to her?”

Though his words were filled with jest, they could see the genuine anger in his eyes, and so Faool bowed his head. “Sorry.”

“Hmph! Just try and die, and you’ll see how I spank you once I revive you!” He let out a final huff of rage, before he calmed. “Anyway, I know that Laygak and Jurot are able to carve wood, but what can the rest of you do?”

“I can work glass,” Faool replied.

“I play the panflute,” Nirot said, smirking up at Adam.

Adam narrowed his eyes at her. He wanted to learn the panflute too, but he’d been so busy.

“I work with stone,” Naqokan said.

“Boots,” Bavin said.

“Boots?”

“I make good boots.”

Adam slowly nodded his head. He did feel how comfortable the Iyrman’s boots were. In fact, he never once complained about them, and nor had anyone else.

“I smith,” Uwajin said.

Adam thought deeply, glancing between them all. It was a diverse array of abilities, one which would assist him during his business. Glass was awkward, but he was sure that glass could...

Glass could...

Adam leaned back, thinking deeper. ‘Could I make enchantments inside glass? Disposable glass beads of some kind?’ He continued to tilt and turn his head, as though rocking his brain juices to think harder.

“What are you two good with?” Adam asked. He hadn’t asked.

“Gems,” Jaygak said. “Anything with jewellery.”

“Oh?” Adam would never have guessed. ‘I know who to come to about jewellery stuff then.’

“Leather,” Kitool replied, simply.

“Leather?” Adam slowly nodded his head. That seemed to fit Kitool, and now that he thought about it, jewellery also fit Jaygak, somehow.

“What are you thinking?” Jurot asked.

“Something stupid,” Adam replied.

“Yes,” Jurot replied, knowing that much.

Adam furrowed his brows.

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Yes, we knew that much.