Chapter 369: Chapter 369
Cassidy's Point of View
The Rainy Helm
The rain poured overhead and pattered off the roof as it ran down the window. A cold wind blew that could be felt even through the closed shutters. Winter was coming, sooner rather than later. Through some of the cracks, I could see people moving throughout the streets as their breath could be seen even in the dead of night. Closing my eyes to the people running around in this cold, I tried to rest.
"You doin okay, Cass?" A voice called out from my right.
Shifting my head over from where it was lying face down on the table, I saw Sherry. "Just fine. You?" The chapters is up by N0vEI__bin
She looked around before shrugging. "Not too bad of a night. Floyd's been a huge help whenever he pops in to work." The owner quickly sat down across from me with a small frown. "You sure you're okay? You've been in here more often than usual."
Sitting up, I adjusted myself in the seat. "Been waitin. Hopin ta hear somethin in passin."
"About General Alwin and Lady Lucia or about Arthur?" Sherry pressed further.
Taking the mug, I swirled the contents inside as I felt a small heat inside my chest from the drink. "Either, really. Arthur mostly." Nothing too extreme, but just enough to take the edge off. "Among other things." I told her before I shrugged myself. "Times are changing, Sherry. Ah can't go down the streets so carefree anymore."
The Elf shivered slightly. "Just a moment." Raising her hand, she quickly waved down Sherry.
"Well, hello, Ayda. I didn't know you were coming here to meet Cass." Sherry said as she approached.
"She was unaware." Ayda quickly responded dismissively. "I need something to drink. Not too heavy, but enough to warm me up."
Both Sherry and I were surprised at that. In fact, the owner of The Rainy Helm looked at me, and I shrugged in response, just as lost. Ayda turned and started rummaging through the bag. The Elf seemed oblivious to our stares until she turned to me and saw that Sherry was still there.
Ayda was surprised at this. "Did I order wrong?" She asked but didn't give a chance for her to reply. "Maybe I should have been more specific?" Turning to me, she quickly asked, "What are you drinking, Cass?"
I held up the mug. "This is just some mead. Sweet and-"
"I will have one of Cass's mead."
Sherry nodded and spoke through thin lips as she tried not to sound annoyed. "One mead. Coming up." Then again, she knew this was how Ayda always was.
"Yer not one ta drink." I commented.
"I, for one, do not want to be completely sober or in my right mind for this." The Elf responded.
I quirked a brow at that. "And what is 'this' exactly?"