Towers of Redact (Legends of Gilia Book 12) by RG Long

Author:RG Long [Long, RG]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Retrovert Books
Published: 2019-07-28T00:00:00+00:00

28: Unexpected Interview

Wisym and the others gathered into the small inn they had found on the edge of town and discovered that it was already quite busy.

Whether that was because the miscreants and rejects of the city gathered here or because the inn was so cheap, Wisym didn’t know and at the moment, didn’t care.

She was hungry and wanted any meal that could be found. Walking around with Holve all day talking to sailors and other people in the city had given her an appetite. Not only that, but it piqued her curiosity.

From everything they could tell, the people of Darc wanted nothing more than to be left alone and excluded from most of the goings-on in the rest of the continent. They were mostly self-sustaining and only traded very little with other countries.

Nearly everything about their culture reflected that. Nothing was sold that came from another country. There are no exotic vendors or merchants pushing wares that were from far off countries. And just about every product available was advertised as made in and produced by Darc. It was like a badge of honor.

“Bah. They are a prideful bunch,” Gorplin said he settled up into a chair beside Wisym. “They don’t want anything to do with anybody else and just want to not worry about anything.”

“Wouldn’t you if most of the rest of the continent was in turmoil?” Holve asked.

“Bah,” Gorplin responded. “I wouldn’t let such atrocities go unspoken for.”

“None of us would, ya know?” Trotta said. “But they don’t seem to be interested in justice.”

“Justice doesn’t pay the bills,” a short, frazzled looking woman said as she walked up to them at the table. “And neither will you, my husband tells me. Bunch of freeloaders.”

Despite saying this, she put bowls of soup and bread in front of them.

Wisym thanked her and began spooning the broth into her mouth as quickly as she could.

“Your husband was very gracious,” Serinde said, looking at the woman appreciatively. “He said it was the least he could do for us, clearing away some of the Blackthorn gang members from his brother’s... place.”

“The brothel?” The lady huffed. “Serves him right for getting into such a business. No wonder gang members are around. You can wash up after yourselves and clean your dishes in the kitchen as well as all the other ones.”

She walked away mumbling about not being a charity and Wisym couldn’t help feeling a bit bad that she had not even tried to talk to the woman before she began eating. She really was hungry.

“Don’t let it trouble you,” Holve said. “We’ll be in her good graces soon enough. Some contact is better than none. What I’m curious about though...”

He looked over his shoulder quickly and Wisym glanced over as well.

Sitting in the corner was a group of three Skrilx, all in hoods and huddled together. They appeared to be talking in quiet whispers. The inn was full enough that Wisym couldn’t have heard them even if she wanted to. There were other patrons noisily eating their food and talking about their day.

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