Chapter Ninety-Five - Dungeon Known As...

Chapter Ninety-Five - Dungeon Known As...

Chapter Ninety-Five - Dungeon Known As...

No, Amaryllis said.

I looked away from the city ahead of us and towards my birdy friend who was standing, wings crossed, right next to me. No what? I asked.

No, we cant afford to have you run around the whole town acting like a country bumpkin, she said. There are a few things we need to do, then its straight to the dungeon with us.

Boo! I said. Youre no fun.

Im responsible, Amaryllis said.

And that makes you no fun. Its a good thing youre one of my best friends or Id call you boring.

Amaryllis, being the mean and clever bird she was, waited until I was looking back towards Rosenbell before wapping me with a wing. Idiot.

I laughed and ran ahead of her and towards the long line of people entering the city.

I wasnt actually sure if Rosenbell qualified as a city. It was a little on the small side, even compared to Port Royal and Greenshade, but it was way, way bigger than a place like Threewells. A town, maybe?

The walls around the town were tall and bright, made of white-beige stones set one atop the other. Huge banners hung from the sides, with symbols of wolves and bears and tridents done up in bright colours.

We arrived at the back of the line of people entering the city, and I couldnt help but grin. The air smelled like a fair.

Young men and women in bright clothes were making their way down the lines, selling popcorn and drinks that they cooled down with big bursts of icy magic that left lines of fog in the air high above them.

A little group of musicians, just a couple of boys with some flutes, tambourines and one lute, were playing a little tune that carried all the way over to the end of the line.

Is this place always like this? I asked.

Awa, no, Awen said as she huffed and puffed and caught her breath from jogging after me. No, theres a big festival here every year. Um. Some people from Mattergrove, the Endless Swells, and Cinderrun all come over to participate. Ah, and there are some Ostri people.

She pointed to a man a few placed ahead of us in the line. He was one of those tall fellows that I had seen in Juliettes inn. All lanky and long-limbed, covered in beige and pale-yellow cloth that made him... her--them--look a lot skinnier. They noticed Awen pointing and nodded to us in a way that looked friendly.

Cool, I said. Whats it a festival of?

Its the festival of, um, Roses Bell. Awen gestured to the back of the town where I could just make out a church-like tower with an open roof on which a large bell sat. I dont really know all the history, Awen said. She sounded a little apologetic about that.

Thats okay! More for us to learn!

World save us, Amaryllis muttered. How are you so energetic this morning?

Im excited! I cheered.

A few people down the line ahead of us laughed and I saw more than one give me fond looks. I decided that maybe I could be a little less excited. Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

I bounced on my feet as more and more people were let into the town and the line dwindled ahead. There were caravans and carts and such pulling up behind us, and hikers who were coming to town with big backpacks full of stuff too.

I gawked without shame. The people, most of them human, wore all sorts of strange outfits. From things I would have expected in a medieval society, to costumes made entirely of thick scarves, to leather and plate armours.

Finally our time at the front gate arrived and we were greeted by a nice older guardsman flanked by a much younger female guardswoman. Welcome to Rosenbell, ladies, he said. Ill be using an ability on all three of you in a moment, and then you may enter, is that alright?

Perfectly, Amaryllis said.

The guardsman looked me up and down, then did the same to my two friends. He mumbled a few things to the woman next to him and she took some notes in a binder. Alright. Members of the Exploration Guild huh? I can sense a few magical things in your bags. Would you mind if I have a look?

I didnt have anything special in my backpack, and I didnt think the girls had anything either. We set our things on a table and the guardsman started to look into each bag. Terribly sorry about this. Its a precaution we need to take, especially with all the people coming in for the tournament.

Its a plan! I said.

Finding the shop the guard had mentioned was as easy as asking a few locals where to go, then getting lost a few times in the winding roads of the town. At least the bell tower gave us something to line ourselves up with no matter where we went.

The shop itself was a little thing squished in between two homes with big windows at the front that showed off racks of cloth and bundles of clothes. There werent any clients in the shop when we stepped in, just an older woman carefully sliding a needle in and out of the base of a dress and leaving a pretty pattern of flowers wherever she moved.

Hello, Amaryllis said. Are you Miss Yoland?

Thats me, dearie, the woman, she said. She finished what she was doing, then set the dress down on a table while sticking her needle into a pincushion. How may I help... three young ladies. My, Im popular all of a sudden. Looking for something pretty for the festival? Im sure I can make you something thatll catch any beaus eye.

I laughed and shook my head. Nothing like that, I said. My gambeson got a little, ah, perforated. And cut. And... well, it needs some help, I said.

Ah, Yoland said. She adjusted a thick pair of glasses and squinted at my armour. That seems like some nice work. Handmade too. Well, well. She looked up and to Awen, then smiled kindly. Dear, could you lock the door and lower the blinds? Wouldnt want anyone snooping.

Awa, yes miss, Awen said as she jumped to it.

Now, young miss...

Im Bunch, Broccoli Bunch. This is Awen, and thats Amaryllis, my two best friends.

Yoland tittered. Very good. Now, are you wearing anything under that pretty bit of armour? Im afraid fixing it while youre in it might not be terribly comfortable. Im a steady hand with the needle and thread, but we wouldnt want to take any risks.

Ah, sure, sure, I said before I started to unbuckle the armoured bits of my pretty dress and then slipped out of it. My blouse has a hole in it too, I said as I took that off as well, leaving me in just my bra and shorts.

Awa, Awen said.

After placing all my things on the counter before Yoland, I pulled Awen in for a quick side-hug.

Hrm, this is a clean cut. Nothing too complex, Yoland said as she prodded the hole in my gambeson. And this... this... she ran her hands over my blouse. Her breath caught. This is incredible.

Huh? I asked.

Yoland pulled up my blouse and held it before her. Where did this drop from? she wondered.

Um... Walmart?

Ive never heard of that dungeon. It must be an exceptionally rare drop. The quality... my my.

I blinked, then fired off an Insight at my blouse.

A Simple white blouse of Masterwork quality, new.

Huh. That was different. I stared down at my feet and fired off another Insight.

A well-worn pair of sneakers of Masterwork quality, new.

Hey, Yoland, can you fix shoes too? I asked. Then I had a brilliant idea. Can you enchant them?

You would want me to try enchanting Masterworks? Yoland asked. She looked a whole lot younger than she did when we entered. Oh dearie, I would love to try.

I grinned. Neat! Well leave things with you then while we go check out a few other things!

Awen started to stutter. Y-you cant go out ju-just with that. she said.

Ah, right, I said. I turned to Yoland, Do you have anything I can borrow? Ill bring it back super clean, promise!

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