Gunpowder by G.H. Guzik

Author:G.H. Guzik
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: mystery, spy, secret, secret service, witch, adventure, action adventure, action, pirate
Published: 2014-12-18T10:27:17.633346+00:00

- The one which breached the blockade last night and entered the port in utter darkness?

- Yes. The same.

- A real captain you have contracted. Not only a daredevil but also skilful enough to transform his courage into action. - Breiig watched her carefully. Almost seeminglessly changing a professional conversation to a more direct, affable one. Iskandriel withstood the look, and obliged without missing a beat.

- Do you doubt my organizational skills? Then don’t. Collect the people and we set sail this evening. Before anyone realizes we will already be safely in Haaven. We will sail in quietly under an exotic flag and straight from the port we can set off to Daelwynn.

- You do not waste time, I give you that. So be it. Wait for me in my shop. In half an hour I’ll come back and I'll tell you when we'll be ready to leave. On the table there is white wine and cold tea. In the bookcase there are books. Can you read?

Iskandriel snorted. Breiig’s directness put her off balance, and his last remark was simply a drop that overfilled the cup of her anger. She stepped into the private office behind the merchant’s shop, took one of the books from the bookcase and having sat down behind his desk ostentatiously opened it on a page with illustrations, all the while staring defiantly at the man.

- I wi-wi-will look at the pictures, if your lo-lo-lordship allows.

- There is no need for nerves. I did not mean to offend.

The agent shrugged, reached for the carafe, sniffed the contents, drank straight from the vessel, hawked up, spat and wiped her mouth with a sleeve in a sweeping motion.

- Th-th-this is how we a-a-re, si-si-simpletons.

Sitting around in a trade shop with no obvious escape routes was not a part of her plan, but she did not want to abandon her pose at this moment. The first round was won and she did not intend to diminish her satisfaction through idle discussion with Breiig, who only shook his head disapprovingly, and then seeing that the conversation was finished, turned to leave. Iskandriel replied with a very obscene gesture, which the old agent probably did not see.

The girl poured a little wine into one of the glasses standing next to a decanter. It tasted sweetish, but crisp. The agent was not a connoisseur, but she easily recognised the wine’s exquisite origin. This wine could only come from Zirro. Agent Breiig clearly indulged himself with Daelwynn's taxpayers money. She was not a snitch, but embezzlement of funds for his own pleasure and exceeding spending was simply a crime exposing other comrades in other places to unnecessary danger. Moreover, at first sight she disliked the Smiteverden resident.

Absent-mindedly she began to look through the images in the book she took from the shelf. The book treated about the flora and fauna of the eastern continent, commonly called The Ipion. Descriptions of unknown animals, particularly large and dangerous absorbed her to such an extent that she did not even notice when three quarters of an hour passed.

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