The Weight of Magic: A Progression Fantasy Epic (Restriction Book 1) by D.K. Holmberg

Author:D.K. Holmberg [Holmberg, D.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2023-04-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

TRAINING CONTINUES

Torian hadn’t been sure what they wanted from him, nor had he known what they meant by having him work, but it apparently involved taking care of the horses and helping with the shadow wolves. There was other livestock with the caravan, most of them housed in one wagon or another, leaving Torian uncertain as to what they had ended up caught up in. The next few days passed slowly, and neither Sylvia nor Visthor had provided him with any explanation as to what they wanted from him other than that he was to work. He had no shortage of food or drink, and his bunk was hard but not terribly uncomfortable. Other than feeling as if he were a prisoner within the caravan, Torian had not been treated poorly.

The caravan consisted of five wagons with the fading paint along the sides making it look as if they once had been well decorated, though now Torian couldn’t make out what had been depicted on them. Other than the bunks in the wagon he and Jakob shared, along with Sylvia’s wagon, he didn’t know what the other wagons contained. Jakob suggested Sylvia and the others were merchants, but if they had anything in the wagons, Torian hadn’t seen what it was.

They had stopped for the evening near a stream. Sylvia was the caravan leader, and as far as Torian could tell, she was the one to dictate where and when they stopped each night but was often not found outside of her wagon. And she was never alone.

Visthor frequently went with her. Torian thought they were a couple, but when he had said something about that to Jakob, he found his friend frowning.

“I don’t know. I think he’s more hired muscle than significant other. I mean, if you’re interested…” Jakob said with a hint of a smile, grabbing a fist full of hay and carrying it over toward the horses, “I’m sure we can let her know.”

“You need to stop. She’s old enough to be my mother.”

“Oh, I don’t think she’s quite that old. She just has that stern disciplinarian look to her. I sort of like it.” He winked at Torian. “But if you’d prefer, I can leave her to you. I like Astrid anyway.”

He nodded to the dark-haired young woman dressed in a bright red dress who stood talking to another man—her brother, from what Torian had been able to determine. “We have to be careful not to upset any of them.”

“Trust me. She won’t be upset.”

Torian shook his head, getting back to work. It wasn’t unpleasant work, and it reminded him more of what he probably would’ve been doing in Sarot had he stayed and not suffered the attack. No one really watched over them, but if he or Jakob were to run, there really weren’t many places for them to go. Not only that, but the shadow wolves around them made it so that they would probably be dragged back by those massive creatures; that is if they didn’t simply kill them first.

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