Chapter 706: The Coin of Silent Friends

Chapter 706: The Coin of Silent Friends

Kymilands resisted being conquered for thousands of years, and Im willing to betthe Empireskeen to bring that realm back into their territory, permanently. Gel-Dor had said. Which means, the Guilds getting aggressive.

Gel-Dor had said those words when Alex was entertaining him, his brother Fan-Dor, and Lucia in his dining room just before the young wizard, Theresa, Brutus and Claygon had teleported to Kymiland for the first time. The selachar sailors were sharing drinks and information, sitting around his dining table, telling stories of what they might find in the northern lands of the Irtyshenan Empire.Findd new stories at novelhall.com

Both wonders and dangers.

Well, mostly the dangers.

Almost exclusively, the dangers, truthfully.

The guild? What is that? Selina had asked.

Oh, thats what we call it, Fan-Dor had said. Its full name is the Guild of the Red Mouse. Its uh, a thieves guild.

Why would thieves need a guild? Selina had wanted to know.

To organise themselves, Gel-Dor explained. Theyre not so much thieves as they are an organised group who want to obtain and trade goods that might not be exactlylegal. Theyve stolen from one noble and sold to another, they offer protection, but theymost importantlysmuggle weapons. Word has it that theyre getting aggressive, trying to smuggle as many weapons in and out of the Empire as possible before the borders tighten even more. I suspect the guilds going to be in Kymiland.

I suspect the guilds going to be in Kymiland.

Gel-Dors words immediately returned to Alex.

Yeah, the Guild of the Red Mousetheyre a thieves guild in the Irtyshenan Empire, right? Alex frowned. I heard they were running weapons while the Empire prepares for war, and that they might be here in Kymiland.

Then you know more about what theyre currently doing than I do, Birger admitted. But what Im telling you now pertains not to what theyre involved with these daysbut to their origins. Do you know what colour Keldas hair was?

Red, Alex said, remembering the image of her on Hannahs artefact. It was bright reOh. Oh! he suddenly cried. Was she involved with the guild? Was she a member?

Now Birger laughed. Involved with it? Truly? No, my friend, she started it.

What? Theresa said.

Thats right. the giant smiled. When she came here to Kymiland to learn about the rune-marked, she needed information and resources. I helped her for a timealong with some other folkbut we were few. And even with her teleporting about as far and fast as she needed to, of course, she couldnt be in more than one place at a time. So she needed help.

Birgers smile grew wider. The Empires a big place, as you might know, people here have a lot of wealth and powerbut theres also an underbelly to it; from commoners whose farms burned inwar, to nobles and knights who ended up on the losing side in fights over succession, to foreigners who came here and couldnt leave for one reason or another. Those are the folk who got left behindtheyre the ones who needed to turn to rougher trades to get by: thievery, banditry, black market trade and so on and so forth. But the Empire was never easy on outlaws and still isnt; they torture criminals and dont think twice about burning them alive. Armies of guards, investigators and rangers get single minded when theyre after someone. Sometimes, theyll use bloodwalkers to go after them. Well, Kelda saw all of this and had an idea

He raised a thick finger. ...what if they were organised? She said her Mark gave her a way of seeing through folk, of being able to persuade them and organise them. So, she got in with the right folk, trained them and showed them how to work together as a group so everyone benefitted; backstabbing was a common enemy to everyone, so they thrived. Birger paused, chuckling. She became quite the leader of her band of thieves, ruffians, and outlaws. It took time, but she made herself a solid organisation here in the Empire. Thieves who joined had protection from the emperors justicereal and falsethey got into places and stole things they could have only dreamed of before. In return

Birger pointed to Alexs Mark. they helped her build her sanctum and research the rune-marked. They stole magic lore for her. She brought some of them into her close circle and they helped her when she needed help building her devices and magical machines for her experiments. I wasnt a part of the organisation, but I was friendly with them, many of them knew where her sanctum was. There were lots of different folk around her, some long lived ones too, so maybe there might be one or two still around, or someone with old records that could point you to where you need to go. If any existtheyll have them.

Thatisgreat! Claygon cried. Wewill be able to findhersanctum.

Maybe. Alex tapped his chin, deep in thought. Theres a good chance theyll knowor maybe theyll have records left behind by people who diedbut youre talking about an organisation that was around three hundred years ago. Three centuries is a lot of time for things to change and just because they helped Kelda back then, doesnt mean theyd help me now.

Oh, youre right about that, they wouldnt help you, they might even kill you. Birger shook his head. But she crafted laws for the guild, and one of them is the Law of Silent Friends. Come, lets go inside. I have something to show you.

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I havent looked at this in almost a hundred years, the elderly firbolg pulled a small, burlap wrapped object from a chest under his massive bed. I used it in the past, butwell, times change.

Alex paused. By the Traveller, he is getting smaller.

The giant was shrinking before Alexs eyes, his massive bulk reducing, contracting, decreasing further and further. Soon his height matched Claygons. Then his fathers.

Then shorter still, shrinking until he was a few inches taller than Baelin or Thundar. The young giant now seemed no more than a muscular human man with coarse facial features and a broad form, standing in the room.

Thats a neat trick, Alex marvelled. I remember reading about your ability, but seeing it is damn impressive. Id never know you were a firbolg if I didnt see you shrink like that with my own eyes.

Birger exhaled, the breath seeming to last for minutes as his body shrank to nearly Theresas height. Where a giant had been standing, an old man in barbaric garb now stood, his eyes twinkling. Kelda and I travelled through many cities in the Empire like this when she was searching for anything that could help her on her road to be free of that Mark she had. Heh, back then, women in the Empire thought me quite the dish! Aaaaah, the stories I could tell you about my youth would set you on fire! But, of course there was Kelda, and she was a special one. Therell never be another woman quite like her, to my mind.

He smiled briefly, relishing old memories. Bjorgrund and I will take you to the guilds headquarters, if they havent moved it, that is. Ill use my coin to get you in, and you can take care of things from there.

Thank you, Alex said. I cant speak for her, but I think Kelda would be happy that youre helping me. He paused. Actually, that sounds a little arrogant now that I actually said it out loud.

Oh, dont second guess yourself, youre right! Birger laughed warmly. She would be. I think she would be at that. Right, this means Bjorgrund and I will need to prepare for a journey! I take it you can teleport us where we need to go, if youve got Keldas talents?

Alex nodded. Ill have to scout out the capital first, but after that? I can take us there whenever were ready. How long do you think youll need?

Two days, probably, Birger said. Bjorgrund and I will have to set things right hereand well have to burn all those bodies out there. Theyll only start to stink and attract fishers and the like.

Trash doesnt burn itself, Theresa said. I wish things were so convenient.

Hmmmm, Bjorgrund rumbled, the sound was like rock grinding. How did those rune-marked get in here, anyway? What happened to your ward father?

Birger frowned, his cheer vanishing. Thatsa fair question, son. Let me check. The old giant closed his eyes, Alex felt him reaching toward the ward hed set.

Hm, blast it, Im a fool, the firbolg muttered suddenly. I shouldnt have dismissed what I thought I felt earlier. The wards off. Somethings happened to it. Ill have to go take a look at it.

Will it help if I teleport you around the forest? Alex asked. We could investigate together, and itd probably be a lot faster for me to take you to the trees you warded, instead of you walking from place to place.

Birger made a face. Bah, I feel like a helpless old man, but fair enough. Maybe we should go after we eat. The meat might be a bit dry by now.

Dry sounds good, Im hungry enough to eat a whole moose, bones and all! Bjorgrund said.

Me too, friend, Alex admitted. Me too. But maybe we should check the ward before we sit down. If theres a weakness in it, the longer it stays, the worse itll be to redo.

Birger snorted. Bah, your reasoning overrules my stomach. Fine, lets go take a look and see whats happened. Maybe a tree fell or

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this has been forced! Birger cursed, glaring daggers at a tree. The giant, now grown to his normal height again, rubbed his hand along the bark.

He squinted as the wind blew a spray of snow through the trees, layering all in a cold, white haze.

The trunks symbol had been damaged by something with a sharp edge.

Oh, hell, Alex swore, examining the symbol alongside the giant. It looks like it was tampered with.

Damned right, it had to be done on purpose, but the rune-marked couldnt have done it. I might not be the best ward maker, but my power was focused against them, Birger explained. No, they must have had help. But who? The Irtyshenans? No, they dont work with the rune-marked. Maybe elves

Father Claygons voice spoke in Alexs mind, travelling through their link from the cottage. Come backChief Olafand his warriorsare on the way here.