Neph planted a firm hand on Madren’s chest and shoved him back toward Jail as he walked past. “By the gods, Jail, I thought you fixed that,” he grumbled.
“I helped him overcome his lack of confidence and his fears Neph. Not even the greatest Mind mage can overcome the fact that he is nearly forty and still a virgin,” Jail sighed as he took Madren by the arm and pulled him back toward town.
“Wait, Jail, wait! I don’t mind sharing my house with their officers. Wait! Let go!” Madren protested, his feet dragging in the dirt as Jail continued to pull him along. “I have a house!” Madren called over his shoulder loudly, nodding with enthusiasm toward Savy.
“That’s seven minutes and fifty-four seconds,” Noble called loudly to the assembled knights. “I bet under ten minutes before she was offering her charms. So pay up you bastards. The next closest bet was fifteen minutes and that is nowhere near mine.”
“For the love of the Aspects, Noble at least let the Delvay get out of earshot before calling out the bets,” Foster sighed and pushed his horse forward toward Bridgette who was rubbing her face with her hand.
“Not at all what I expected.” Bridgette sighed as she lowered her hand and inhaled deeply. She watched with a weary expression as Noble made his way through the crowds gathering coins from his various companions. “He really bet on that then?” she asked Foster with a frown.
“And on whether or not they would take her up on the offer,” Foster explained with a smile.
“What else did he bet on?” Bridgette asked sounding a bit worried.
“If Valor would be a drunk. If Lady Merrodin is as generous with her charms as the rumors in Sanctuary imply and if Nob survives the first week in Merro,” Foster answered as he leaned back in his saddle.
“Why would Nob not survive the week?” Bridgette asked with an upraised eyebrow glancing toward the large man that was still happily eating grain.
“He had a few mishaps on the trip here that he is likely to suffer for,” Foster began then shrugged. “Minor things really. Pissed on Connely during the ship ride. I really think he meant to aim it over the rail though. Ate most of Noble’s card markers on the ride south from Brannaford. They do look a bit like candy squares though. You know like the hard candy they sell in the Amdany sweet shop. Honestly, I’m surprised Nob didn’t die from that. They were glass markers. Ahh. And then there was the incident with using Tessa’s undergarments as a pillow because they smelled nice.”
“When were you going to inform me of this?” Bridgette asked in a voice that held no anger, simply resignation.
“Shortly after we found his cold bloated corpse,” Foster replied with another smile.
“Five hundred and sixteen silver for guessing the time. How sweet is that?” Noble chimed happily as he moved to join them and leaned against Foster’s horse.
“How much is your cut?” Bridgette asked Foster quietly.
“What makes you think I have a cut of that?” Foster exclaimed softly sounding rather indignant.
“I saw you prod Savy and whisper now’s your chance,” Bridgette explained dryly, looking between the two of them with a glare of parental impatience.
“Oh well, in that case, thirty percent,” Foster answered with a shrug, his former indignation forgotten.
“Well considering your good fortune today I don’t suppose the two of you would mind sorting through our people and finding any that know how to build. It would seem that I will need to requisition supplies from Lord Nephondelvayon and I am not at all sure what I need,” Bridgette said in a tone that brooked no argument.
“Wood and nails and a lot of them would be my guess.” Noble offered as he tossed the coin purse from hand to hand.
Foster snickered lightly and bowed his head to Bridgette. “We will see what we can find out,” he assured her with a smile.
Emily watched the two of them ride off and slowly backed away from the assembled knights. She would return later to watch them. For now she wanted to know what her companions thought of the new arrivals. A smile grew on her lips as she moved quickly back to town. Merro had been getting rather dull recently. It was good that new entertainment had arrived.
Chapter 6
Sanctuary
Shade watched with mixed feelings as the spell hawk put down in the center of the Sanctuary Sky port. Symphony was on board that ship and so far he hadn’t managed to convince Charm that spying on her was wrong. Leaning back on his ship, he lit a cigarette and contemplated what her reaction would be if he simply told her what they expected him to do. Most people would be indignant or angry over such a confession, but he wasn’t sure about Symphony. He had only spoken with her on a few occasions and she had seemed very serene. Not at all the sort to lose her temper easily.
“You look as though you are in deep contemplation,” Vaze said from just behind him.
“For the love of Fortune, you too? It’s bad enough having Charm always sneaking up on me. I must be the most oblivious person in the world,” Shade sighed as he stood straight once more and looked over his shoulder toward the warrior.
Vaze grinned and shrugged slightly. “If it makes you feel better, I stepped through the shadows so there was no way you could have heard me approach,” Vaze offered as he moved forward into the sunlight, his eyes fixed on the ship as the side door was opened.
“That actually does make me feel better. Charm just randomly pops up everywhere and I know he isn’t using magic to do it,” Shade agreed, relaxing back against his ship once more. “I don’t want to spy on her, Vaze. I know what it feels like to be watched constantly. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I spent close to twenty years of my life with every action I took being watched and judged.”
“Symphony has lived like that for longer. She is used to it and it really is in her best interest if you approach it in that fashion,” Vaze replied his gaze returning to Shade.