Gravetower: The Courts Divided Book Two by Kell Inkston

Author:Kell Inkston [Inkston, Kell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten: The Animal Pen

“So… we need to ask them?” Aoline asks, folding a white bang behind her ear as the four near the city’s gates.

Love nods. “Mhmm. If our overlord can’t spot it, then we’ll need help.”

Dark Arts minion smiles in her sweet, sort of creepy way. “He’s usually pretty good at parsing out magic frequencies, so for the aura to be even past his sight is quite exceptional.”

“Ahh,” Aoline mutters, “gotcha. I guess this is our best bet for finding Oa, then.”

The four step in to the short, small gates of the large walled city.

Love sweetly taps at the door with a sugary smile. “Hello?” she beckons, winning nothing but an uneasy silence. She looks to the others and shrugs before turning back to the door to knock a little harder.

“Good eveni-”

*BANG*

A shreddingly-loud sound overtakes everyone’s hearing as Ranger Minion obliterates the lock with a single shot from his assault rifle.

Everyone looks to him, and he clears his throat.

“In the interest of time, we shouldn’t deal with the specifics.”

Meeo smirks. “What a bright one you are,” she says, reaching up with a little difficulty to pat Ranger Minion on his beret.

Aoline raises a brow. “Like the difference between ‘entering politely’ and ‘breaking in’?” she says with a crass tone.

Ranger Minion shrugs. “Specifics.”

No sooner does he finish saying this than they are greeted by a considerable retinue of armed men— holding their well-kept blades only a meter from Love’s party.

“Necromancers!” One of the men cries, his bow drawn intensely to the eye.

“Begone!”

“Who goes there?!” Come a few more voices from the group.

Love joins her hands together and smiles. “Why, hello all you wonderful men! I’ve come here looking for Oa!”

The hallway past the door, dense with warriors, at once relax their guards and share a laugh.

“Idiot.”

“What’s this bitch on about?”

“She must be crazy.” Come more banter from about the men as one folds through the ranks to look Love and her posse over.

His eyes are older, colder, and a great deal more sad than the others. It’s clear from the marks along his short, snowy beard that he’s seen a few good fights.

“You’re looking for Oa?”

Love nods slowly but with respectful enthusiasm. “That I am, sir.”

“The first of the necromancers?”

“Mhmm.”

“This way, please,” the older man says, the sword at his hip undrawn, unlike the crowd of men up front. The dozens of warriors gawk at the display of the elder taking in the weird vagabonds, but they respect his choice and fall silent.

The four step through the hall of distrustful gazes as they pass up through a gatehouse and out into the city. All around them, from every window and door, are peering eyes from the women, the children, and the elderly. It’s a great comfort to them to see the snowy man with them, but they still keep a close eye on the group as they pass through the flower-vined, deep gray streets under the evening lamplight.

“Comfy digs,” Aoline remarks with a smirk as she eyes a shopkeeper closing up a restaurant through a window.

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