Solyrian Conspiracy: Age Of Magic by C. M. Raymond & L. E. Barbant & Michael Anderle

Author:C. M. Raymond & L. E. Barbant & Michael Anderle [Raymond, C. M. & Barbant, L. E. & Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-12-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

"Incoming," Aysa yelled as she snatched the knife out of thin air. She looked at its point, her eyes tracing the sharp blade. It was not a weapon of war, but common cutlery. She glanced over Parker with a tipsy giggle. "Want to play?"

Before he could answer, she flipped the knife over in her hand, grabbed it by the blade, and threw it thirty yards across the dining hall toward Karl, who stood up against the wall. He raised his mug, and the blade sank an eighth of an inch into the wooden stein.

"Drink, ye rat bastard," Karl shouted across the room.

A crowd had formed around them, and they all cheered as Aysa tilted the bottom of her mug toward the vaulted ceiling. It was a party like none Parker had seen for weeks, if not months.

The entire place was alive with energy. As far as Parker knew, the people of Solyr were preparing for the funeral party, but apparently, all of the provisions that had been brought into the city for King Aurel’s final resting day had been diverted to this celebration. A celebration of the demise of the Blue Scarves, or at least their leader’s capture.

"Well?" Aysa asked with a bit of a slur.

Parker shook his head and laughed. “I know better than to mess with the rearick and the girl from Baseek in a drinking game, especially one that includes weapons."

"It's not a weapon," Aysa shot back. Her brow furrowed. "It's just a steak knife."

Parker grinned. "Close enough. How's this work?"

"Comin’ at ye!" Karl shouted from across the room. Parker watched the knife fly at them, end over end. Aysa shifted to her left, and the knife sank deep into the wall behind her.

"Drink, short stuff.” She wrenched the knife out of the wall and took three paces toward Karl. She inspected the blade’s point to make sure it could still bite flesh if necessary. "It's easy. You’d be good at it—for a round or two. All you have to do is throw the knife, and if you miss your opponent, you get to drink."

Parker shook his head. "I can't believe I'm actually on your team."

Aysa tilted her head to the side. "It's better than being on the other team, right?" She turned her eyes back toward Karl. "Knives up!" She threw the blade, and Karl struck it out of the air with a silver food platter. The crowd roared again.

“I expect you two will be super drunk before you get close to drawing first blood."

"That's what makes it fun.” Aysa laughed. "Sure you don't want to play?"

"I think I’ll go check on Hannah."

Aysa waved her hand. "Drinking and throwing sharp objects is way more fun than making out. Believe me, I've tried both."

Parker was still laughing as he walked across the hall. Aysa was one of a kind; the only person who might actually be more out there was Karl. He and Hannah had come a long way since the Boulevard in Arcadia, and Parker had to admit he didn't mind this life or his companions.

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