Terror Twenty-Five - Drugs

Terror Twenty-Five - Drugs

Pedro the merchant is a lot more obsequious than I expected him to be initially. I think flashing some gold before him has turned the already happy merchant into an instant friend.

Of course, I dont trust him as far as I could throw him, and I couldnt even lift him if I spent every spell I know trying.

Pedro has one of the carriages slow down so that Felix and I can hop on. Its not very roomy in the back. Theres a bench up against a tall stack of boxes, and two little wooden planks on the sides that also serve as benches, but the majority of the space is taken up by crates.

This is where the adventurers Ive hired rest. They take turns, Pedro says. He grunts as he sits down on one of the wooden slats, then he starts rubbing at his knees. It should be comfortable enough, I hope. Its out of the sun, at the very least.

Thanks, I say. Felix and I are both small enough that we can squeeze in together to one side. I figure Pedros going to start asking questions soon, and it would be best if that could just... not happen. Im not exactly great at all the socializing things though.

So, Mister Pedro, Felix says, saving me from having to figure out how to talk. What do you sell?

Ah, whatever will make my clients happiest! Pedro says with an expansive gesture. He taps at the side of one crate with a knuckle. Today were carrying liquid joy.

Liquid joy? Felix asks.

Pedro nods. Laudanum, my dear. One spoonful and youll be buzzing with joy. Joy mages are frequent buyers, of course, but there are others. Physicians use it quite often. Its wonderful at relieving head and heartache, at soothing toothache and... for women's issues. Perhaps you would like a bottle?

No, thank you, I say. Drugs are bad. Mom would be very disappointed in me if I returned home addicted to something. Do you sell a lot of drugs?

Not drugs, dear, Pedro says. These are emotional assistants. They help cultivators feel the right sort of emotion in order to better use their powers.

That doesnt sound great, I say.

Pedro shrugs. Its what my clients want. Hashish from Endoraga, to make one calm. Ginger root for disgust. I once purchased a jar of hundred-year-old lady caps from an auction. My, what a prize that was!

Lady caps? Felix asks. Shes tilting her head to the side again, curiosity radiating off of her.

A mushroom. Wonderful for Fear mages, Pedro says. But enough about my old self. What are you two ladies doing on such a long and dreary road?Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Just going to the capital, I say. I think fast. Felix here was injured, so Im going to find a healer.

Is she? Pedro asks. I cant imagine hes missed the bandage over her eyes. The poor dear. Do you know any good healers in the capital?

Not yet, I say. But I imagine theyre way better than those in a little place like Santafaria.

Oh, certainly, Pedro says. You will want to see the temple of Acacia. Her healers are second to none, and she has one of her major temples right next to the palace in the First Walls.

First Walls? I ask. Im sorry, I really dont know the capital that well.

Pedro nods. Your accent reminds me of an Iarian one. Youre not from the kingdom?

It ends after a few seconds as Felix straightens and looks out the back of the wagon. A hand grabs the edge of the panel there, and a moment later an unfamiliar person leaps aboard with a grunt of effort.

Hes a tallish man, skinny under his padded gambeson, and with a small moustache riding his upper lip. He stares at us before nodding, then he wiggles his spear into a set of hooks above the entrance. Hello, he says.

Hi, I reply.

Sorry, its my turn to rest my feet. He sits across from us, and winces as he raises his legs. I think hes stretching the arch of his feet inside of his thick boots. Were hardly at noon yet and Im already looking forward to arriving.

I can imagine, I say.

Oh, yeah, I guess you two have walked this far, huh? he asks as he leans back. I guess him to be in his late teens. He cant be more than five years older than me. Brave of you. I wouldnt want to be all the way out here without Matias and the others.

Are you all part of one group then? I ask.

He nods, the pride in his eyes obvious. We are. Birons Brigade. The best adventurers between the Dark Gulf and the Montibus mountains!

Thats nice, Felix says. Whats an adventurer do?

You... dont know? he asks.

Felix shakes her head, and I have to hold back a snort at the crestfallen expression that he wears for a moment.

We fight monsters and keep people safe, he says.

And you guard merchant caravans, I say.

Well, yes, we need to do something to earn a living, after all.

Very heroic, I say.

He pouts, which isnt very nice to see on a boy that old. We make sure that things are delivered safely between cities. Its important work. Though... yes, I do wish wed spend more time fighting against monsters and less time doing patrols.

I guess I understand, I say.

He nods. Its very difficult and important work. All the women think so.

I look at Felix, and she tilts her head my way. Our eyes cant meet, but I think we communicate something to each other anyway.

We both giggle at the same time, and the poor boy looks very unimpressed by it all.

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