Mana Harvest 3: A Quiet Living Fantasy Slice of Life (Sword to Ploughshare Saga) by Wolfe Locke & James Falcon

Author:Wolfe Locke & James Falcon
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2022-10-07T07:00:00+00:00

“That would be great,” Cid said. “Just for a moment. And then we really have to go.”

He and Wilbur made their way up the metal staircase and into a small chamber on the second floor. It was darker than the entryway and the walls were lined with tapestries that depicted a unicorn hunt.

A little gruesome.

Maybe he could suggest to Beric that he change the décor. The young man seemed impressionable and eager to please. He might well take the note.

In a little antechamber to the side of the meeting room they found a bathroom, and Cid plugged the sink and filled it with water. It wasn’t quite a basin, but it might do.

“Will this work?” he said, and Wilbur pushed forward to look.

“I—I think so. Let me try.”

Cid stood out of the way, and the boy stepped up to the basin.

He clapped his hands together and closed his eyes, clearly concentrating hard. For a moment, nothing happened.

Is he even a mage at all? Was this all a waste of time?

Then, the water started to glow a gleaming silver, and blurry images flickered across its surface. They weren’t clear enough for Cid to see, but Wilbur opened his eyes and studied them intently as if he was trying to memorize everything he’d seen. After a long few minutes, the light died down, and Wilbur turned back toward Cid, looking pale.

“Necromancers,” he breathed. “Here in Hearthstone.”

Cid nodded. “Yep. What did you see?”

“We’re in luck. They’re meeting now. But I don’t know the town well enough yet to recognize the place.”

“Try to describe what you saw. I’ll see if anything rings a bell.”

“It was a tavern,” Wilbur said, and Cid’s stomach sank. Please don’t be the Fiddler.

It was a hard world—he knew that much—and one full of betrayal. He’d had men he thought were friends turn on him before.

But never old Yorick. That would be a blow.

“Go on,” he said. “What else?”

“It was big, and full of people. Four fireplaces and all the tables pulled up close to them so everyone could stay warm. And there were paintings on the walls. Couldn’t see what they were but maybe women. I don’t know. The necromancers were in the back corner, not really hiding or anything. Just out in the open, like they were confident they wouldn’t be caught.”

“They might have some kind of magical screen up,” Cid said.

“So no one can hear them talking.”

He was relieved, though. The pub Wilbur was describing was nothing like the Fiddler—and he knew exactly where it was. The Banshee’s Promise, a flashy establishment on the other side of town, known for its backroom gambling parlor. Not Cid’s type of place, although some of the men from the Guards had gone there from time to time back in his day.

“Let’s go,” he said now, pulling the plug on the sink so the water could drain. “I know where we’re bound.”

The red-haired man popped his head up again as they clattered back down the stairs. “Leaving so soon? I’ve got your snacks.

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