Roguelock: A LitRPG Adventure (The Wayfarers Book 1) by Red Culver

Author:Red Culver [Culver, Red]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Young Needles Books
Published: 2018-09-03T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

The Roguelock

AS WE MADE our exhausted way back to the Red Donkey, Cerissa and I talked. For real this time, not the smooth lies of our time on the wagon. As I’d guessed, she was a thief. So was Mordred, though I’d figured that out as well from the fact that he we’d caught him stealing from a tomb.

And apparently, so was my dad.

Will Swift— I should have guessed. A nice pseudonym for one William McLeod of Galveston, Texas. According to Cerissa, he’d shown up in the city of Gate some eighteen years ago and quickly set himself up as head of a powerful thieves’ guild. Mordred was his second, a black magician who supported Swift on all his adventures. They would disappear together on long journeys to foreign lands, then return laden with riches and amazing artifacts. It all sounded awfully familiar.

“Is he around? Does he ever come back?” I asked Cerissa with a dry mouth.

“Nah.” She shook her head. “He’s just a legend now, been that way for ten years or so. Mordred, too, ‘til now.”

I was a kid again, hearing the hum of a car coming up our long dirt drive and thinking surely, surely this time it would be Dad, only to see the mailman’s white truck. I tried to push down my disappointment.

“How do you know all this?” I asked finally. “Are you part of the guild?”

Cerissa sighed. “No. Guild fell apart a few years after they disappeared, once folk realized they weren’t comin’ back. But my mom was a member.”

I was surprised to see we were in front of the Red Donkey. It was a lovely morning, warm, clear, and totally inappropriate for the storm raging inside me. Cerissa headed for the door, but I put out an arm to stop her.

“One more question,” I said. “When you helped me out yesterday— was that just because I look like Will Swift? You figured out I was his son, thought that might give you some advantage?”

Cerissa stared into my eyes for a long time. Hers were huge and purple, an enchanting sign of her elven heritage. Finally her mouth quirked up in one corner and she gave me a tiny shrug.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s get drunk.” Cerissa nodded.

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