Princesses of the Ironbound Boxset: Books 1 - 3 (Barbarian Outcast, Barbarian Assassin, Barbarian Alchemist) by Aaron Crash

Author:Aaron Crash [Crash, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Forge Books
Published: 2021-06-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

YMIR WALKED TOWARD the Librarium, still thinking about his conversation with the Ironcoats. He was done cleaning and could start studying. More than that, he was looking forward to talking with Tori about her secrets.

He wasn’t so lost in thought that he didn’t see the group of men waving to him from where they stood in the entryway of the Chapel of the Tree. Rainwater poured from spouts in the statues at the corners, sculptures of Homme, Ohlyrra, Gruul, and Morbuskor, but each also could be seen as their divine counterpart, the old gods that some people still worshipped. He’d take a religious studies class at some point to see what kind of weirdness the southerners worshipped.

The clansman walked over, his guard up. Mixed in with the upperclass boys and imprudens from other colleges were Darisbeau, Odd Corry, and Roger the Viscount.

Ymir had stowed his cleaning supplies in a closet. He had his satchel slung over his shoulder. He was covered in three layers of clothes: his cloak, robes, and his leather pants and shirt. The worn boots were gifts from his once-friend Gharam Ssornap, but that friendship was over. It was a shame, if for no other reason than the fact that Gharam’s wife, Korga of the swinging breasts, was brutal to the clansman in her Classical Warfare class. She’d nearly run him over on horseback the week before. Ymir had leapt out of the way, but he’d found new respect for orcish resentment. It seemed to spread through entire families.

Ymir walked directly into the center of the men. He might as well make it clear he didn’t fear any of them. Even together, he’d bloody and bash them until they went down.

His nerve was unnecessary since there wasn’t violence in there. These men had wonder on their faces.

One of the upperclassmen Ymir recognized. They’d played Seven Devils together in the Unicorn’s Uht. Denrhix Miij was a brown-haired man with a soft jawline, which he tried to define with a sparse beard. Den wasn’t as docile as many of the men, but he was no gambler. From casual conversation over the gaming table, Ymir had learned Den was from a small town in the Sunset Mountains, part of the Farmington Collective. He was well off from trading with Morbuskor.

It was Den who spoke. “Ymir, we heard you might have some of this new kind of xocalati.”

“Heard from who?” the clansman asked. And looked at Daris.

Daris shrugged. “Nelly talked to me about it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to hate her because she’s a Josen?”

Another shrug from the slippery man. Long brown bangs half covered eyes the color of coal. “None of her direct kin killed any of mine. Not directly. If she can forgive the other murders, I can too. Maybe it’s time those feuds ended anyway.”

“Not likely,” Ymir spat.

A third shrug. “Maybe it’s why your Jenny is still alive. Nelly sent word back about you two. Seems Auntie Jia might have softened up in her old age. Arribelle ain’t so bad looking.

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