Shadow Lands: The Warrior Chronicles #3 by Breene K.F

Author:Breene, K.F.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hazy Dawn Press, Inc
Published: 2015-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Portolmous walked through the square on the way to the Shadow Lord’s office to discuss various events taking place in the city. With the Graygual gathering at alarming rates, the city needed to make some serious decisions and prepare for the inevitable.

As he walked, preoccupied, he noticed someone collapse in a group of black-clad men.

A Graygual tripped and skidded to his knees. Rather than getting right up, though, he stayed down for a moment. His hand drifted to his stomach and he let out a loud moan. Another Graygual kicked the downed man with a boot, asking a harsh question. The man on the ground shook his head and tried to climb to his feet, but staggered again. Another loud moan carried across the square.

“Another,” one of the guards said, standing at the end of the trader stalls lining the large declaration platform at the head of the square.

Portolmous turned to his man, a younger guard new to the post—one of the many taken from training to police the growing restlessness within the city. “What was that?”

“We’ve seen this all over the city today. Graygual and Inkna are faltering like that. It looks like a malady of some kind, but so far it’s only affecting those two groups and two nobles. Nasty nobles, at that. But then, the Graygual really only keep to themselves, so someone probably brought something over and they are now spreading it around.”

“Is it serious?” Portolmous asked as the man on the ground vomited. His army gathered around, none of them reaching down to help.

“Yes. I’ve not heard of anyone surviving it.”

Portolmous looked at his guard in surprise. “Surviving? You mean this is killing them?”

“Yes, sir. Dropping them just like this.”

“Poison, then.”

The guard crinkled his eyebrows. “Could be, but those affected are spread out all over. They don’t really keep the same company. I mean… they do, but I’ve heard mutterings that only a few have even been in the same room lately. The rest are on different schedules.”

It was Portolmous’ turn to crinkle his eyebrows as he moved on. He thought of the known poison-workers in the city, all of them sneaky, all looking for monetary gain. The Graygual had been reported as the biggest employers, aiming their assault at the contingent from the Westwood Lands.

So far, all had failed. The young woman with them had saved at least three so far, one of them from the brink of death. She appeared to be a healer, which had surprised many. When they’d first come, many of the Shadow people had thought the Westwood Lands men had brought a pretty, young woman to share. If that wasn’t bad enough, they segregated her from the group when in public, making her stand to one side when the rest of the men sat and ate or drank.

As Portolmous left the square, he understood exactly what was going on. The Captain had come prepared, and had chosen someone no one would suspect to do the secretive, dirty work. Those men trusted her with their lives.

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