Dragon War by James Wyatt

Author:James Wyatt [Wyatt, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-5581-7
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2010-01-26T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

23

Aunn sat on a bench in Chalice Center and stared numbly at the cloud-filled night sky, lit from below with the pale red light of street lanterns. He watched as the sun set the last remnants of the night’s storm on fire and slowly brightened the sky. The last nighttime revelers staggered their way back to homes and hostels. The first merchants and travelers of the daylight hours appeared in the plaza, unlocking doors, driving wagons, hauling luggage to the lightning rail station or the airship mooring tower.

As the morning light fell on his gray skin and blank white eyes, Aunn began attracting attention. He was sure he looked like the worst dregs of the drunks and gamblers who stayed out all night on the streets, but even the most destitute changelings usually had the good sense to appear as downtrodden humans or half-elves, rather than compound the hatred and prejudice they faced. He questioned his decision a dozen times in the first half-hour of dawn light, but he kept repeating to himself, “This is who I am.”

At last the merchant he’d been waiting for came downstairs to his shop and unlocked the door, and Aunn rose stiffly from the bench, shaking the night’s chill from his limbs. Spending Kelas’s money sparingly, he bought a new suit of leather armor, perfectly fitted to the natural form of his body, and a pair of boots. With that, he discarded the last of Kelas’s clothes, then went next door to a weaponsmith and bought a new mace, which was a welcome change from Kelas’s light sword. The mace had a heft that made it feel like a real weapon, but demanded little in the way of expertise or finesse. By the time he was fighting for his life, Aunn had always figured, the time for finesse was long past.

His last stop was a clothier at the edge of Chalice Center, which catered as much to the wealthy residents of the neighboring Alderwood district as to travelers. He picked out a warm traveling cloak, which cost more than he really wanted to spend but helped to dispel the last remnants of the cold night, and tried it on in front of a full-length glass mirror. The mirror was the reason that Jazen was his favorite clothier in Fairhaven, though the portly human wouldn’t recognize him. Aunn frequently visited Jazen’s to put the finishing touches on a new disguise, carefully examining every detail of his face and body in the mirror as he pretended to fuss over choosing a new cloak.

His first impression, looking in the mirror, was that the black cloak he’d chosen wouldn’t do. He needed color—something bright and vibrant, to make up for the pale gray of his skin, the white hair and colorless eyes, the blank face that seemed to be waiting for features and color and life.

Who are you? he thought, searching the eyes of his reflection for some answer.

“I am Aunn,” he murmured. Behind him, Jazen glanced up from where he was busying himself with the hem of the cloak, then quickly looked away.

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