Chapter 58: The First Checkpoint

Chapter 58: The First Checkpoint

The convoy had arrived at the first checkpoint after two weeks of travel. There was a need for resupply and many wanted to get a proper rest. The town that was set to host the convoy was called Oldridge, named for its close proximity to a small ridge in the distance. The innkeepers and governing figures had been told ahead of time and so there werent many problems for the travelers to secure rooms. Some of the more prominent figures had been invited to stay at the mansions of the towns noble families, while a few others had extended family they could stay with.

Avery was one such person who was hosted by one of her distant cousins. It had to be said, although the Thynne family had around four or five generations, they were quite numerous. Since the Valkyries didnt die of old age, there were some who would have up to ten children. A few had more than that after marrying a second time, of course, the second marriage would occur once their husbands died of old age. In reality, most of the men married to Valkyries went missing before that time. As to why some would suddenly disappear? The only reason would have to be them acting against the Valkyries interest, much like Averys father.

Oldridge bustled with life as merchants, nobles, and energetic mercenaries all trying to catch the eyes of anyone who could lead them to a promising future. Though, the number who succeeded in becoming attached to those apart of the convoy were few. nove(l)bi(n.)com

The ones who had the hardest time trying to build a relationship were the mercenaries who were residents of Oldridge. To those mercenaries from the capital who had been hired as security for the convoy, anyone with the same profession was a competitor. Thus they treated many who approached coldly and even those that aimed to become friendly with other mercenaries were met with cold shoulders. To prevent incidents, there was an unspoken rule that the mercenaries from Oldridge and the mercenaries working with the convoy were to have separate gathering areas.

Ira sat by himself inside one such gathering area, a large bar that became more and more crowded as the sun began to set. Avery had gone to meet with her cousin and get everything in order, while also seeing if any of her cousins children were worth sending back to the main family. After the Red Moon and Golden Aurora, no one could be overlooked as they could potentially grow into talented individuals.

There were many eyes plastered on Ira, not just because they heard plenty of rumors about him, but also the fact that he ate more than what was humanly possible. Some people had made bets about how much he can eat. When the bar owner came out to politely ask Ira to cut down on his consumption, some people even cheered loudly and toasted toward Ira for winning them money. Though no one approached him, there was no telling how he would react and no one was willing to risk upsetting him. Considering the fact they still had another checkpoint in addition to traveling to the Free City, no one was in a real hurry to meet with him just yet as they had plenty of time to feel him out.

Ira, unaware of those thoughts, was focused on passing the time until Avery was finished. He took a sip of water and then lazily leaned into his chair before closing his eyes. After a while, the noise in the bar lowered as someone entered. Ira took a peek to see who it was but quickly lost interest. It was none other than Carter, leader of the Smallthorn guild, who caused the mercenaries to whisper. It went without saying that a large portion of the higher paying jobs went to his guild, while he was personally in charge of the Second Princes safety.

Carter ignored the gazes of respect and envy and greeted some of his guild members before moving to the bar to get a drink.

Ira ignored whatever was happening until he heard a set of footsteps heading in his direction.

Carter. Ira said as he opened his eyes.

Its been awhile, Ira. Care for a drink? Carter said while holding two large mugs and a bottle of expensive looking wine.

Ira adjusted his posture before gesturing for Carter to sit.

You know Carter started as he filled the mugs. Theyre curious about you.

Ira took a sip before responding, Isnt that your thing? I really dont care.

Personally? I can do without it, but to support the members of my guild I need to gain more recognition. Carter spoke without taking offense at Iras words. In Carters eyes, if Ira wanted to insult him, he would say something more obvious instead of using petty verbal jabs and backhanded compliments.

So if you died theyd really be out of luck, huh? Ira asked.

Carter smiled wryly, Its true they would probably crumble without me, but without them, I would probably end up the same. What about you? What would happen to those around you if you were to die?

Ira looked at Carter with a serious expression, causing the latter to realize it may have sounded like a threat, but Ira suddenly burst out laughing.

And why dont you two just tell the Princes that you arent joining their factions? Ira asked.

If one of those Princes were to become King then they could make things very difficult for us in the future. Its best to tread carefully when thinking that far. Carter said as he downed his mug.

Ira found the concept hard to understand, and just chuckled to himself. In his opinion, magic and politics were very similar in the way that beating someone to death was easier and preferable to both.

Ira looked at Rhys untouched cup and smiled, You arent thirsty?

Rhys showed a complicated look as she wanted to drink some wine, but was too worried about showing her face.

Ira watched her expression shift a few times before he raised his hand near her. Rhys eyes showed a questioning look, but Ira didnt say anything. The faint black mist that appeared when he nullified magic drifted over near Rhys face. Although it didnt fill the room and could be seen through, it could hide Rhys facial features quite easily, even from Ira himself.

Rhys understood what Ira was doing and lifted her mask before emptying the entire mug. She put her mask back on and Ira stopped producing the black mist.

[Thank you.] Rhys wrote on her notepad, under her mask she had long since formed a smile. When appearing in public, it was hard for Rhys to enjoy a drink or a meal since those who recognized her signature mask wouldnt take their eyes off her for a second.

No problem. Ira smiled before he suddenly shifted his attention toward the door. No one else in the Bar had reacted, but there was a stranger in a grey cloak standing near the door. Although they could tell it was a woman, they couldnt see her face under the cloak and she didnt fit the description of any other well-known mercenaries, so no other than Ira paid it any attention.

Carter and Rhys took notice and followed Iras gaze only to see a cloaked woman.

Ill see you guys later. Ira abruptly stood and left with the cloaked woman.

Carter and Rhys shared a bewildered look, in fact, everyone in the bar was also confused about who the woman was.

Carter was the first to come to a realization, there was only one person who made sense and that was Avery.

That was probably Avery Thynne. Carter said to Rhys who was looking at the doorway with a complicated expression.

I dont know what youre thinking, but it's probably nothing good. Here, while everyone is still distracted you can have another drink. Carter said as he refilled her mug before turning his body to the side as to not look.

Rhys looked around before lifting her mask and hurriedly drinking. She placed it on the table with an audible sound which served as a signal for Carter to back around.

[Thank you for inviting me.] Rhys scribbled on a piece of paper before she left the bar.

In response to Rhys behavior, Carter could only shake his head and drink. He remembered what Eric Thynne had told him about when he spoke of Ira. It seemed that the Thynnes were willing to allow Ira to take on another wife if he chose to, but he was adamant about having only one. Carter didnt relay any of that to Rhys as he guessed she might get the wrong idea. Especially if she had any thoughts involving Ira.