“Look at you,” Adam said, ping Lanarot’s cheeks gently and jiggling them. “Look at you.”

  Lanarot smiled up at him before sug on her hand shyly. She was adorned in blue clothing, a thicker version of what the Iyrmen usually wore, though she was soon ed up in a thick white coat which was still too big for her. Atop her head was a hat, with tiny little nubs for ears, and two dots of painted fur whied eyes.

  “Aren’t you so cute? You’re always so cute though, aren’t you?” He lifted her up into his arms and kissed her cheek. “Don’t wipe off the paint, okay? Everyone o know which family you’re from.” He brushed her hair to the side, tug it behind her ear, before fixing the thick furry hat atop her head.

  “You should guide your friends around the festival,” Sonarot said, taking her daughter from him, pg her into the sash which usually carried her around the Iyr.

  “Why do I need friends when I have my Lanababy?” Adam asked. “I’ll take them around the Iyr ter.”

  Sonarot let out a soft sigh, but uood the boy didn’t mean it. At least, she hoped he didn’t mean it.

  “Adam,” called Zijin.

  Adam sighed. “What did I do this time?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Oh,” Adam replied. “Is this about the payment for my work then?”

  “No, that will e after the festival,” Zijin said.

  “Then…”

  “You have a visitor.”

  The first thought which fshed into his mind was that a God had e to visit him. ‘That doesn’t make any sense,’ Adam thought. ‘Unless it was Baktu? Then what if it i-‘

  “Stop thinking and start moving,” Zijin stated.

  “If I have a visitor, then we should go ahem?” Adam asked, looking to Sonarot. “Since I’m a Nephew of the Rot family?”

  Sonarot bowed her head. Adam had been w quite hard retly, so of course he’d want to spend time with his little sister. It was not a thought she would have of most Iyrmen, but Adam was no Iyrman.

  Yet.

  “Oh!” Adam said, approag the Chief’s pce. “It’s you.”

  Her eyes were slightly snted, with an emerald shimmer. Her nose was thin and straight, going down like an arrow tip, and her lips were even thinner. Elongated ears jut out the side of her head straight upwards, though ointed like a leaf. Her hair was long, like liquid copper that fell down to her shoulders. An unnatural beauty that Adam hadn’t seen in some time.

  “Did you expeyone greater?” Entalia asked.

  “Yeah,” Adam said. “I thought Baktu came to speak with me.”

  Entalia wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “You are quite the queer Half Elf.”

  “I might hear that more than my name,” Adam said. “Yht the good stuff?”

  “I have,” Entalia said. “Have you?”

  “No,” Adam admitted. “I didn’t realise you were here.”

  “Is my time so worthless to the Iyr?” Entalia asked, looking to the Chief.

  “They shall be fetched,” the Chief said.

  “It’s wonderful to see you again,” Sonarot said. “Have you e to stay long?”

  “No,” Entalia said, wing slightly, smelling something foul in the air. “Not when he’s here.” Her eyes fell towards one of the nearby buildings.

  “Hey,” Adam said. “I took a bath today. I-“ Adam paused, narrowing his eyes for a moment. “I fot to go to the dome baths!”

  “Not you,” Entalia growled. “It’s… someone I don’t want to talk about.”

  The Chief sighed, sharialia’s pain.

  “I want to see the ons first.”

  “Rex,” Adam said. “They’re bringing it. How have you been?”

  “Well enough,” Entalia said. “There was some trouble retly, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I expected the Iyr to be more troubled sihey’re losing their precious Elder Wrath.”

  “This is a process which happens a few times every geion,” Chief Iromin replied. “It may occur more frequently than in the north, but we ma.”

  “Why are you starting fights with the Iyr?” Adam asked. “I didn’t expect you to lose your mind after trading fical ons.”

  The Chief, Elder Zijin, and Jurot, looked to Adam, w who he was to talk about that.

  “How have you been, Adam?” Entalia asked.

  “Well enough,” Adam replied. “Went on an adventure, almost was accused of some heinous stuff, mao kill a few Nightval Bears, met Sir Merry.”

  Entalia narrowed her eyes, w if there was another force behind Adam, allowing him to bee so powerful so quickly.

  Ohe ons were brought, Entalia leaned in to sniff them, before lifting them up. “What do they do?”

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  ‘What kind of crazy entments did he p these ons?” Entalia thought. “How did you mao…”

  Adam smiled.

  “No,” she said. “It’s too dangerous to know that kind of thing.”

  “When did you get some on sense?” Adam asked, raising his brow.

  “I smell something far more powerful nearby,” she said, almost reag down to his waste. “ I grab the handle?”

  “Don’t say it like that,” Adam said, pulling Phantom out, handing it over.

  The overwhelming smell struck her. It wasn’t quite a smell, it was a sense which Dragons held, but they often referred to it as such. This axe owerful, definitely a greater entment.

  “You made this?” Entalia asked.

  “Yes,” Adam said, grabbing the handle, sensing that she may be sidering theft.

  “Will you make me one?” Entalia asked.

  “If you pay for it.”

  “I don’t possess that many gemicule ons,” she replied back. “I didn’t have much sapphicule, either, so I brought some others with me.”

  She brought several different ons, each of varying gemicule materials. Sapphicule, rubicule, jadicule, amethicule, diamicule, and ambericule. However, they were all different ons. There phicule axe, and the other was amethicule.

  “I recall we were trading for three,” Adam said. “So three of these, eh? Three axes, I presume, though…”

  “You should take diamicule, jadicule, or amethicule items,” Jurot said. “They are rarest.”

  “I will trade them all to you for two greater ented ons, which will be formed of amethiculte,” she said. “I like purple.”

  “I thought you’d ask for diamicule,” Adam said.

  “I uand why you wao trade,” Entalia said. “Are we not friends?”

  Adam smiled. “So, you’ve found out how useful I am?”

  “Don’t say it like that,” Entalia said. “Friendship is not transaal.”

  “That’s only said by deadbeats who don’t deserve to be friends with others,” Adam said. “The kind who will take and take, and never give.”

  “Do we have a deal?”

  “Afraid not,” Adam said. “I ’t afford to do something like that.”

  “Afford? You have the amethicule ons, what else do you need?”

  “Gems, right?” Adam replied.

  “The amethicule on covers that,” Entalia said. “Did you use gems wheing those ons?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  Adam stared up into her eyes. “I didn’t o?”

  “No.”

  “Oh.”

  “Diamicule, jadicule, and amethicule be ented to be greater entments without the use of extra gems, and potentially legendary, if you’re able to, with the assistanems.”

  “Oh,” Adam replied. “Really?”

  “Yes.” She tilted her head at him, her eyes ging slightly. He was so curious. How did he not know such basic things?

  “I get all these ons?” Adam asked. “Ten, well, seven ons?”

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “Then I’ll happily accept all these ons,” Adam said, reag down to pie up, feeling the heft of the diamicule sword and axe. ‘Why didn’t your family use a sword and axe, Jurot?’

  “I will leave these ons with you and I will e to collect mine iure,” she said. “How long do you need?”

  “I have a lot to do,” Adam admitted. “What kind of entments do you want?”

  “ I see the magical ons you’ve ented so far?” Entalia asked. She had a theory in mind about what Adam was.

  “Maybe, why?”

  “I’d like to know all the entments you ent onto ons,” she said. “It would be easier for me to pick the entments that way.”

  “Oh, you know, all sorts,” Adam replied, vaguely.

  “All sorts?”

  “Yep.”

  “Are you…” Entalia stared at him, furrowing her brows.

  Adam raised his brows at her. “Yes?” A small smirk appeared on his face.

  “We talk ter in private about it,” she said, noting the gazes of all the Iyrmen.

  “Enough about us,” Adam said. “You should e and see my little sister.”

  Lanarot stared at all the colourful ons, and squirmed, trying to reach for them from her mother’s arms.

  “She’s growalia said.

  “Right? Isn’t she so adorable?” Adam asked. “She’s… Entalia?”

  “Oh?” called an older voice. “If it isn’t the young dy.”

  Entalia had straightened up, and turned on her heel to stare at the stranger eared from the nearby house, which was usually for the Chief and his Guests.

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