Windrake's Rogue by Shawarma

Author:Shawarma [Shawarma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

The Drunk Professor

Trey gripped his utensils tightly as he stared down at the crumpled note poking out of his half-eaten scrambled eggs. After muttering a curse underneath his breath, he pulled the note out and read it. Grunting at the message, he tucked the paper into his pocket and finished his tainted breakfast.

With time to spare before Marvin’s summons, Trey visited the training grounds. Picking out a sword and shield from storage, he diligently practiced the forms that Jeffers had recommended. After two hours, he finished up and walked to the front gate to meet Marvin.

The old man looked at him with a smile. “This will be just like old times,” he said cheerfully.

Trey snorted. “You mean like that time when you called me Pudge and I had to dodge dwarves trying to stab me through your Smokescreen spell?”

“Just like old times,” Marvin repeated.

The pair headed off campus, with Marvin leading the way to their first objective.

“The first stop is an artifacts shop that Darius frequently does business with,” Marvin explained, his eyes scanning the various storefronts lining the main road in the eastern part of the city. “Let me do the talking. You just stay quiet and blast away with your mind magic.”

Trey rolled his eyes. “It’s not really ‘blasting.’ It’s more like infiltrating.”

“You’re already talking too much,” Marvin chided before pushing open the door to Klicky’s Artifacts Shop.

The shop was surprisingly clean and tidy—a stark contrast to the mismatched collection of trinkets and oddities that cluttered its shelves. Marvin and Trey meandered through the shop, weaving around the occasional customer to examine some of the more mysterious merchandise. They perused through several aisles while waiting for a lull. Once the shop was empty, Marvin approached the clerk at the counter.

“You have an impressive assortment of artifacts here,” Marvin noted, his tone smooth and cultivated.

The clerk, a thin man with a neatly trimmed beard, smiled proudly at the dark mage. “Thank you! We strive to be the premier artifacts shop in Greshelm, and the quality of our merchandise speaks for itself.”

“Such variety, too,” Marvin said, glancing around as if he were evaluating the shop as a whole. “I’m amazed at the Seraphic Lyre and the Vampiric Talons. It’s hard to believe all these treasures are in one place.”

“Our trade network reaches far beyond the city walls,” the clerk boasted. “On our shelves, you will find artifacts from all across Arestia.”

Marvin nodded, looking impressed. “I have an old buddy in the artifacts business that does pretty well for himself over in Goltenberg. I wonder if you’ve heard of him.”

“I’m familiar with all the main players,” the clerk assured him. “Who are you referring to?”

“Darius Schallevon,” the dark mage replied.

The clerk’s expression shifted to one of recognition as he nodded. “Ah, yes. We have numerous dealings with Darius. He always brings an interesting selection. That Chalice of Dorovar over there came from him.”

Marvin turned to follow the clerk's gaze, spotting the chalice prominently displayed on a top shelf. “I’ll have to check that out.

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