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The small town of Lahiri was right on the border of the Falwood. Because the majority of it’s occupants were human, it had been claimed by Vel Anir. There were plenty of whispered rumors that Lahiri pledged allegiance to Vel Anir long ago because during the second war it was clear that Vel Anir would be the victor. However, the small town had it’s fair share of dwarves and elves, and it was known as being a place of rest during long river journeys. Massive, large trees grew in the fertile soil, the trees being centuries if not at least a millennia old. The cottages, inn, marketplace and other businesses were obviously built around these trees aptly named Yggdrasils.
In Lahiri, to cut down a tree was akin to suicide as one would be convicted immediately for harming such treasures.
While the town was not as impressive to the those closer to the central of Vel Anir, it was by no means a mess. Everleigh appreciated this as she rode a horse up the expertly stone crafted steps. The steps may have been old but they withstood the weight of her and her steed as if they were nothing more than a feather. The wild, quick gurgle of the Lafayette river was constant throughout the entire town, half of the city on one side with the other half on the other. The bridge connecting them was known for it’s architectural achievement and was named Solomon Bridge after it’s creator.
The poison eater made her way to the bridge that nestled the docking port in constant shade from the fair sun. The lush greenery surrounding the town created crisp air, and Everleigh felt a sense of content with each quiet breathe she took. She came here not because her mission was here but because she was required to meet the dreadlord she was to shadow. She was surprised that she was picked, considering some of the stronger dreadlords seemed available, but after hearing the details of the mission, she understood why the Academy thought she would be a good fit.
However, the dreadlord she was supposed to shadow, Dreadlord Gideon, was nowhere near the academy. So it was required for her to meet him halfway. Usually a proctor would be sent out to oversee the entire mission, but Everleigh had yet to be caught causing trouble and so she was trusted. After all, in exchange for her malice she would grant whatever wish was desired of her.
Arriving to the quaint looking inn, Everleigh dismounted her steed as nimbly as one could, using the reins to tie the black horse near a trough of water. She personally felt that she was late, if that was true she didn’t know, but she had taken a wrong turn hours earlier and had to back track. With a sigh of relief as she walked towards the inn, the young women remembered what the proctor had said to her. He’s a big man. You’ll know it’s him when you see him. So big and bulky? Or just big as in extremely tall? Everleigh felt that as an initiate she should be able to sense a dreadlord— especially one as powerful as him.
After all, the last thing the proctor had said to her was “you’re a smart girl, but you should be careful.” If only that proctor knew what an adrenaline junkie Everleigh Ebersol truly was.
Inside the simple inn, Everleigh quickly spied a bar with a lone, male bartender. Long tables had been placed across from the bar, but there were were a few smaller tables near the corners of the inn. Everleigh deduced they were used for more private matters as it seemed only four wooden chairs were placed around the circular tables. The dreadlord initiate paused looking around. She most definitely was not about to go to the bar— she may be eighteen but she knew better than to drink on the job— and so instead she focused on the various guests inside the inn. Big man. Just find a very big man. She thought to herself.
Gideon
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