Eternal Soul by Ivan Kal

Author:Ivan Kal [Kal, Ivan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-28T22:00:00+00:00

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Vin left the Mercenary Guild’s building a bit disappointed. Ashara had told him to sign up as someone who was looking for work; only, because he had no references, he had been put on a low-priority list. The list was the one was put on when people’s skill were not, as they said, “guaranteed.” Vin had of course offered to demonstrate his skills, but was told that that was not their policy. People here called anyone who was willing to work for coin without being a part of an organization a mercenary, a concept that Vin was familiar with. Many spirit artists had sold their services to other clans.

He walked out into the street, still not used to the sheer amount of people surrounding him, and pointed himself toward the east gate of the city. People inside the guild had informed him that he had received a single offer for employment, one from a hunter needing a partner for a short job. Vin had put down several skills after he consulted with Ashara, most of which involved fighting in one way or the other. Although being a spirit artist didn’t involve only fighting, he hadn’t known how to translate his other skills to this world’s peoples. Hunting, thankfully, had been one that he could identify. He had hunted often on his world, both for fun and for the spirit cores that could be found in those rare beasts that had managed to live long enough to develop them.

Vin looked at his surroundings and counted the streets carefully, following the directions he had been given back at the Guild, and finally he reached his destination: a small inn close to the eastern gate of the city by the name of Crooked Tree. He entered and cast his eyes around the room, which was littered with tables. He spotted the man that fit the description he had been given and made his way across the room to his table.

The man sitting at the table was older than Vin—or at least older than this body. He had lines and marks on his face that indicated he was well past middle age, yet he seemed fit and strong. His hair made him look younger than he was, as it had no grays and it shone black, though with almost a different shine to it. But it was his eyes that Vin took note of—they carried a weight to their golden hue. He was dressed in simple garb, a dull brown tunic and trousers with a green cloak. He held what appeared to be a staff in his left hand that was leaned back on his shoulder—but upon closer inspection Vin realized that it wasn’t a staff at all, but rather an unstrung bow.

“Are you Master Sabin?” Vin asked as he stepped to the man’s table.

He looked up and gave him an inviting smile. “Ah, you must be the one the Guild sent. Just Sabin is fine. Come, sit, sit.”

Vin took a seat. “My name is Vin.

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