Chapter 322: A Dramatic Reveal
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Chapter 322: A Dramatic Reveal
A Dramatic Reveal
Martel wished that Maximilian had told him about the gambling in the Chamber of Earth long before. Simply by wagering a bit of silver and spending a few minutes casting spells, Martel had earned as much as one outing with the Night Knives. While he found it hard to respect the young nobles so willing to gamble away their wealth, he could not complain when it benefited him. If he could keep this going, he would not have to worry about earning coin from any dubious sources such as Lady Pearl.
He did notice during the second combat lesson next day, how several of the mageknights scowled in his direction; him beating two of them at the same time without any advantage probably did not sit well with them. But Martel had no reason to care about their wounded pride. If they wanted a rematch, they would have to risk silver.
Moira did not appear, giving Martel a reprieve from the threat of detention as well. All in all, Malday's lessons went well, and Martel had an evening out with his friends to look forward to. But first, before the Four Flagon Tavern awaited them, Martel had another errand.
***
Martel's destination was the harbour, which took him straight through the market. This suited him as well, as his purse felt full, and he was in the mood to spend. He picked out a wooden comb for his first purchase before finding a stall offering honey cakes. His purchases done, Martel continued to the docks and Julia's insula.
She was home this time, letting him in. "I brought a few things." Martel handed over the honey cake first, which she grabbed with both hands and began biting into as she sat down on her mattress.
"Thanks," she mumbled between chewing. "Aren't you going to eat yours?"
"Both for you."
"That's nice." Julia broke off a big part of her current cake and handed it to him. "You should at least taste it."
"Alright." Martel smiled, accepting the piece. "I also got you this." Placing the piece of honey cake in his mouth with one hand, he handed over the comb. "I figured you'd like one of these."
Julia accepted the comb and began running it through her hair, though it immediately got stuck on knots. "I haven't done that in a long time."
"Well, now you can." Martel's eyes fell on the small cauldron in the corner of the room. "Oh, my teacher has taught me a new recipe, though probably it won't be that interesting. It keeps you cold, which we don't really need."
"What about a potion that makes you sleep?" Julia asked.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
"Maybe they closed down the lower room, forcing everyone up," Maximilian suggested.
"Could be." Martel shrugged and continued to drink.
***
With the people from downstairs, the place was packed, and Martel did not notice as someone wove through the crowd towards him. Just as the man reached the two acolytes, Maximilian looked up with a frown; next, their new companion slapped his hand down on Martel's shoulder. "You came!"
Taken aback, Martel glanced up to see a familiar face. It was the leader of the wandering troupe that also employed Regnar. "Theo! So you sent the message!"
The storyteller grinned. "Indeed I did! We haven't forgotten what you did for us."
"Why all the secrecy?"
"For dramatic flair, of course," came the reply, to which Maximilian snorted. "What do you think of our new home?"
"Yours? You own this tavern?"
"Ah, nothing so grand. But the basement has a stage, which the owner has invited us to take over. We are wanderers no more," Theo declared with a grand gesture. "Every night, we perform. You must come and see us!"
"Sure!" Martel looked at Maximilian. "Tomorrow night?"
"Sounds good to me," the mageknight growled. "What about that old codger with his pipe, is he still with you? I rather liked him."
"Regnar, yes," Theo said while nodding. "He is not in the city right now, but he'll join us eventually. Which will be good – lots of plays that rely on his magic."
Remembering his last time spent with Regnar, Martel felt more ambivalent about the hedge mage, but he felt ready to let it go. Certainly he enjoyed the actors and their company; having them permanently in the city would be nice. "Alright. Well, we'll see what you guys can do on your own tomorrow!"
Theo grinned again. "You won't be disappointed!"
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Chapter 322: A Dramatic Reveal
A Dramatic Reveal
Martel wished that Maximilian had told him about the gambling in the Chamber of Earth long before. Simply by wagering a bit of silver and spending a few minutes casting spells, Martel had earned as much as one outing with the Night Knives. While he found it hard to respect the young nobles so willing to gamble away their wealth, he could not complain when it benefited him. If he could keep this going, he would not have to worry about earning coin from any dubious sources such as Lady Pearl.
He did notice during the second combat lesson next day, how several of the mageknights scowled in his direction; him beating two of them at the same time without any advantage probably did not sit well with them. But Martel had no reason to care about their wounded pride. If they wanted a rematch, they would have to risk silver.
Moira did not appear, giving Martel a reprieve from the threat of detention as well. All in all, Malday's lessons went well, and Martel had an evening out with his friends to look forward to. But first, before the Four Flagon Tavern awaited them, Martel had another errand.
***
Martel's destination was the harbour, which took him straight through the market. This suited him as well, as his purse felt full, and he was in the mood to spend. He picked out a wooden comb for his first purchase before finding a stall offering honey cakes. His purchases done, Martel continued to the docks and Julia's insula.
She was home this time, letting him in. "I brought a few things." Martel handed over the honey cake first, which she grabbed with both hands and began biting into as she sat down on her mattress.
"Thanks," she mumbled between chewing. "Aren't you going to eat yours?"
"Both for you."
"That's nice." Julia broke off a big part of her current cake and handed it to him. "You should at least taste it."
"Alright." Martel smiled, accepting the piece. "I also got you this." Placing the piece of honey cake in his mouth with one hand, he handed over the comb. "I figured you'd like one of these."
Julia accepted the comb and began running it through her hair, though it immediately got stuck on knots. "I haven't done that in a long time."
"Well, now you can." Martel's eyes fell on the small cauldron in the corner of the room. "Oh, my teacher has taught me a new recipe, though probably it won't be that interesting. It keeps you cold, which we don't really need."
"What about a potion that makes you sleep?" Julia asked.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
"Maybe they closed down the lower room, forcing everyone up," Maximilian suggested.
"Could be." Martel shrugged and continued to drink.
***
With the people from downstairs, the place was packed, and Martel did not notice as someone wove through the crowd towards him. Just as the man reached the two acolytes, Maximilian looked up with a frown; next, their new companion slapped his hand down on Martel's shoulder. "You came!"
Taken aback, Martel glanced up to see a familiar face. It was the leader of the wandering troupe that also employed Regnar. "Theo! So you sent the message!"
The storyteller grinned. "Indeed I did! We haven't forgotten what you did for us."
"Why all the secrecy?"
"For dramatic flair, of course," came the reply, to which Maximilian snorted. "What do you think of our new home?"
"Yours? You own this tavern?"
"Ah, nothing so grand. But the basement has a stage, which the owner has invited us to take over. We are wanderers no more," Theo declared with a grand gesture. "Every night, we perform. You must come and see us!"
"Sure!" Martel looked at Maximilian. "Tomorrow night?"
"Sounds good to me," the mageknight growled. "What about that old codger with his pipe, is he still with you? I rather liked him."
"Regnar, yes," Theo said while nodding. "He is not in the city right now, but he'll join us eventually. Which will be good – lots of plays that rely on his magic."
Remembering his last time spent with Regnar, Martel felt more ambivalent about the hedge mage, but he felt ready to let it go. Certainly he enjoyed the actors and their company; having them permanently in the city would be nice. "Alright. Well, we'll see what you guys can do on your own tomorrow!"
Theo grinned again. "You won't be disappointed!"
Chapter 322: A Dramatic RevealA Dramatic RevealMartel wished that Maximilian had told him about the gambling in the Chamber of Earth long before. Simply by wagering a bit of silver and spending a few minutes casting spells, Martel had earned as much as one outing with the Night Knives. While he found it hard to respect the young nobles so willing to gamble away their wealth, he could not complain when it benefited him. If he could keep this going, he would not have to worry about earning coin from any dubious sources such as Lady Pearl.He did notice during the second combat lesson next day, how several of the mageknights scowled in his direction; him beating two of them at the same time without any advantage probably did not sit well with them. But Martel had no reason to care about their wounded pride. If they wanted a rematch, they would have to risk silver.Moira did not appear, giving Martel a reprieve from the threat of detention as well. All in all, Malday's lessons went well, and Martel had an evening out with his friends to look forward to. But first, before the Four Flagon Tavern awaited them, Martel had another errand.***Martel's destination was the harbour, which took him straight through the market. This suited him as well, as his purse felt full, and he was in the mood to spend. He picked out a wooden comb for his first purchase before finding a stall offering honey cakes. His purchases done, Martel continued to the docks and Julia's insula.She was home this time, letting him in. "I brought a few things." Martel handed over the honey cake first, which she grabbed with both hands and began biting into as she sat down on her mattress."Thanks," she mumbled between chewing. "Aren't you going to eat yours?""Both for you.""That's nice." Julia broke off a big part of her current cake and handed it to him. "You should at least taste it.""Alright." Martel smiled, accepting the piece. "I also got you this." Placing the piece of honey cake in his mouth with one hand, he handed over the comb. "I figured you'd like one of these."Julia accepted the comb and began running it through her hair, though it immediately got stuck on knots. "I haven't done that in a long time.""Well, now you can." Martel's eyes fell on the small cauldron in the corner of the room. "Oh, my teacher has taught me a new recipe, though probably it won't be that interesting. It keeps you cold, which we don't really need.""What about a potion that makes you sleep?" Julia asked.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site."Maybe they closed down the lower room, forcing everyone up," Maximilian suggested."Could be." Martel shrugged and continued to drink.***With the people from downstairs, the place was packed, and Martel did not notice as someone wove through the crowd towards him. Just as the man reached the two acolytes, Maximilian looked up with a frown; next, their new companion slapped his hand down on Martel's shoulder. "You came!"Taken aback, Martel glanced up to see a familiar face. It was the leader of the wandering troupe that also employed Regnar. "Theo! So you sent the message!"The storyteller grinned. "Indeed I did! We haven't forgotten what you did for us.""Why all the secrecy?""For dramatic flair, of course," came the reply, to which Maximilian snorted. "What do you think of our new home?""Yours? You own this tavern?""Ah, nothing so grand. But the basement has a stage, which the owner has invited us to take over. We are wanderers no more," Theo declared with a grand gesture. "Every night, we perform. You must come and see us!""Sure!" Martel looked at Maximilian. "Tomorrow night?""Sounds good to me," the mageknight growled. "What about that old codger with his pipe, is he still with you? I rather liked him.""Regnar, yes," Theo said while nodding. "He is not in the city right now, but he'll join us eventually. Which will be good lots of plays that rely on his magic."Remembering his last time spent with Regnar, Martel felt more ambivalent about the hedge mage, but he felt ready to let it go. Certainly he enjoyed the actors and their company; having them permanently in the city would be nice. "Alright. Well, we'll see what you guys can do on your own tomorrow!"Theo grinned again. "You won't be disappointed!"
