Shadows Bane: Foundation Part Eight
Part Eight
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Natasha gathered up all her and Slate’s gear, which took a little longer as her adopted brother was a bit messy with his stuff. Not like he served in the army as she did, but that is where is found her huge brother. She was heading downstairs to drop off the key, as in no way will she stay under the roof of a bigot!
She is armed to the teeth with Slate’s bow, hammer and armour strapped to the outer parts of her pack. She was coming up to the sweating man, who was at least a head shorter than Natasha’s impressive build of two hundred centimetres.
Slamming down the key, cracking the wooden bar slightly. “There is your key, and you will return the rest of my slips or we will have a problem!”
Natasha paid for a week for their room. She and Slate were barely there for a day before this horrid person threw Slater to the wolves with lies.
“Um, no refunds.” says as Jonas Cuvar looks up at the furious woman.
“No, refunds? Let me grasp what is happening here; you lied to the Watch saying my brother has been a thug. Intimidating them in coughing up money and that he also been making passes at your daughters. Which we both know that did not happen, my brother is a kid, barely 15 years old and you demented bigot thinks you can make him into a monster. Trust me; he isn’t the scary one.” Drawing an inch of steel from her scabbard. “I am.”
Jonas swallowed in fear, reached under the desk to retrieve the strongbox. “That was thirty slips, for the rest of your stay.”
It was sixty, which included the food for each day and turnover service for the rooms. Not to push it, Natasha grabbed the money, turned and left. Not worth fighting with the jerk anymore.
As Natasha loaded up with too much gear, it might come off a bit more like an assault. The last thing her brother needs is that they both head to jail. What to do with all the gear?
Might head to the Hall and see if they have lockers for extra gear Natasha ponders to herself.
Walking down the busy streets, people yelling out for adventuring gear, weapons, armour and food. Being in the neighbourhood of the Hall means there is a lot of business catering to the Adventurers of Favinonia.
As Natasha was walking down towards the Hall, she notices a commotion with the Watch and a young lady. As her option of the Watch of the Core was at an all-time low, she thought Might go see if this girl needs some help from these corrupt fiends!
The closer Natasha got, she noticed that the girl was angry while two of the Watch had some sort of blue lizard in a mancatcher.
“Let him go, you are hurting him!” Screamed out the young lady with hair black as night, as she fought to free herself from two Watchmen.
The creature was shaking and thrashing to free itself, as it notices the girl’s restraint. “I am sorry, young lady, it is against the law to have a magical creature let loose in the capital. Unless you have registered the beast with your Adventurer licence, then it will need to be put down.”
That is it! Natasha pushes through the gawkers to the girl, “There you are.” Everyone stopped as Natasha growls out. “Where have you been, I said to meet me at the Hall.”
The head constable, the red-haired man with a ruddy face, turns with a shock look up at the massively muscular woman, dripping in weapons. “Do you know this woman, um, miss?”
“Of course, she has joined my Charter.” Natasha tersely replied.
All six of the Watch thugs looked at each other and Ruddy-face, sweat beading on his sunburnt plate. “She is an Adventurer?”
“Yes, you dumb arse. For Jara’s sake, she is one of my Adventurers, and we are heading to the Hall.”
Ruddy splutters as the crowd laughs at him. “I might just take you in as well after we kill this creature!” He threatens.
The girl loses it, her eyes start to shine with wisps of purple. With an otherworldly voice, she pronounced. “You shall not harm Azraq!”
Little circles of light began to appear around her, one opens with a massive claw reaching out to slam the enormous appendage into the cobbled streets.
Fear cascades through the six Watchmen, as things of nightmares, start to emerge from six portals on the ground.
Natasha thinks to herself. I am so going to recruit this woman, damn that is some magik mojo!
