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"That'll do," the First answered as he adjusted his pack behind him, then laid back and rested his head on it. "I'll wake up in an hour." There was no give-or-take with his estimation either. His internal clock was abnormally precise. If he said an hour, it would be just that. Not a second more...

"Sure," he said with an easy smile, "Should the day come, I'll give you that respect. It would be rightly earned." Gideon scanned their surroundings as if checking for something in particular, or awaiting something. "Hm. You should hold onto those," he advised while looking around. "It's best...

"Sure, sure. Just do your best," he said, crouched by the small fire. Gideon prodded at it with a stick. He let the inquiry hang about for a time. The Dreadlord, ever languid, never anxious or pressed for time, was content with this. "First," he would answer plainly, not the least bit offended...

"Ah-h-h," he nonchalantly waved a hand, "No bother. And Gideon is fine." Then with an exasperated tone, said: "Keeping up with what's proper and not is exhausting. It's not like I'm of noble stock." He took further note of Everleigh's capabilities. "That settles it, then. I'll be relying on...

Gideon wanted to scoff. Of course, it made sense. One doesn't rise to the First while spouting inanities. Instead, he thoughtfully nodded and said, "What if it's a small but particularly potent quantity?" The reasoning behind sharing one's skills and abilities was sound, and though she'd...

"Good question. Consider the Vel Anir of olde, where the word of the Great Houses were unwritten laws. Where, with the right connections, one could conduct any manner of business uninhibited." And with the coming of a new age, where the Great Houses could be held accountable for their actions...

"Well, it's all hearsay. The shepherd says one thing, the farmer as well, and the miller's wife another. You get the idea," Gideon leaned back in his saddle and quietly hissed out air through the tiniest gap between his front teeth, "Were I to venture a guess, I'd say, on average about three to...

"The kind that are usually true," the First vaguely answered. Several minutes of silent travel took them beyond Lahiri and whatever eavesdroppers lingered within the village. Gideon was sure that if they had been followed, their tail was far enough off that they wouldn't hear what the pair had...

Mounted on a large black steed, Gideon pulled ahead of Everleigh, quiet for a while as they rode through Lahiri proper. "Y'know, there's some funny rumors about the Baron 'round these parts," Count? Baron? Lord? Whatever the title, Everleigh had been on the mark with her statement before. The...

Gideon turned back, jabbed both pointers at her, and clicked his tongue. "Yep, that's the gist. There's a bit more to it I've found out, but that can be explained on the road." They continued through the hall and down the stairs. Gideon stopped by the bar. "Eat anything yet? This place has a...

Oh, so she was one of the serious ones. Gideon wore distaste across their features for a moment. "Tardiness would have earned you the lash from the Proctors," Gideon stood up and grabbed the travel pack from under the bed, then glowered at the girl. Deathly quiet, they stared at her for several...

Unflappable. Well, that was to be expected. What happened next was difficult to be defined by a single word. The lady's features twisted and rippled, her bones and joints cracking as her entire appearance underwent a drastic change. The angles of her body, shape of her physique all became that...

"My, oh my," a gentle voice, like fluttering rose petals, whispered in the girl's ear. Even softer were the fingers that brushed from one shoulder, across her back, and to the other as a lithe woman circled Everleigh. She was an inch, maybe two taller than the Apprentice Dreadlord, and wore...

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