Turot grumbled something at Adam, sniffling. The young boy was currently eating a buttered bun, sometimes dipping it into his meat soup, whied his breakfast.

  “He called you a betrayer,” Jurot said, biting into some cheese, which had been deo Turot.

  “I’m sorry, Turot,” Adam said, staring down at the young Iyrman. He was still young, in his mischievous years, so of course he would touch the pilr which he wasn’t allowed to. He hadn’t expected Adam to betray him, though.

  Adam had expected the night to calm him down, but it seemed that Iyrmen tio simmer in their rage, something he should have expected.

  “Lying is bad, you know?” Adam said.

  “I wasn’t lying,” Turot grumbled, sniffling still. “I didn’t say anything.”

  “That’s lying by omission.”

  “I don’t lie by mission!” He cried, his face twitg into anger.

  ‘How adorable,’ Adam thought. He was eating two breakfasts that m, one for his stomach, one for his heart.

  Jurot stared at Turot and shook his head, eating the cheese which should have been the boy’s. “I didn’t expect you to lie, Turot.”

  Cheese which did not belong to him tasted the best.

  “I didn’t lie!” Turot squeezed the bread tight in his hand, about to toss it, when Srabbed his wrist, gently.

  “It’s okay, Turot.” Sonarot pulled him up onto her p and kissed his forehead. “Yoing to answer properly ime when I ask you, yes?”

  Turot sniffled once more, but rexed his grip on the mangled bread. “Yes…”

  ‘I should try a back his favour somehow,’ Adam thought. He bit into the cheese, which was thankfully mild. ‘I o keep him on my side if I want to be accepted by the Rot family.’ He tio eat the cheese, noting Turot’s covetous gaze.

  “Do you like cheese?” Adam asked, trying to hide his smile.

  Turot narrowed his eyes, looking away. He bit into his bread angrily.

  Adam stared at the bread for a moment. “Here, let me do something for you,” Adam reached over, waving his hand over the bread.

  Spell: Tricks

  “There,” Adam said.

  “What did you do?” Turot asked, bringing his bread to his chest, having thought Adam would take this from him too.

  “Why don’t you take a bite?”

  “Is it poison?” Turot asked.

  “Do you think I’d be stupid enough to poison an Iyrman in his own home, surrounded by two people who could hack my head off?” Adam asked, raising his brow.

  Turot narrowed his eyes, his face sg to suspi. Sure, no one would dare to do that, but Adam had betrayed him once before.

  “No, Turot, it isn’t poisoned.”

  Turot looked to Sonarot, who nodded her head, before he bit into the bread. Sonarot believed Adam wouldn’t try anything funher.

  The boy’s eyebrows dropped as he broke apart the bread and ate it. He stared at the bread, looking it up and down, before tearing into the tre. He said something in his tongue, mouth still full of bread, his face filled with fusion.

  “Cheese?” Sonarot asked, turning to look at Adam.

  “Magic is a wonderful thing,” Adam said. “I fvoured some of the food when we were making our way. I thought, since he ’t eat cheese, I could fvour his bread for a moment.”

  “Ah, yes,” Sonarot said. “Tricks?”

  “Yeah.”

  “He fvoured some food to taste like chi tikka masa,” Jurot said. “A dish from his home. It was nice.”

  Adam stared at Jurot, brows raised. “How did you remember that?”

  “You told me,” Jurot said, simply. “Why would I fet?”

  “I just didn’t expect it.” Adam smiled slightly.

  Turot kept eating the bread, but soon it returned back to tasting like bread. He stared at Adam with wide eyes. “You do that again?” Turot asked, raising the bread towards Adam.

  “Maybe aime, when you aren’t being punished.” Adam didn’t want to undermine Sonarot any more than he already had.

  Children o be punished properly. To his surprise, the Iyr didn’t hit their childrehought that they would, and they wouldn’t make excuses about it, dismissing it as spanking, but they were muobler than he had expected.

  “Okay,” Turot relented after a moment, still staring at his bread, w if he could find some cheese in it. He was still unsure how Adam had fvoured it, and the an eye on the half elf. ‘Must be an elvish thing.’

  Once he had earurot’s favain, he went off to ent. He followed another Iyrman, still to be watched. He noted a rge number of small creatures about, which seemed to be very on in the Iyr.

  ‘Spies for the Iyr?’ Adam wondered. ‘They couldn’t be spies for someone else. The Iyr surely has thought of it.’

  “You have a lot of animals around,” Adam said to the Iyrman beside him, an orcish Iyrman.

  “Yes,” she replied, bluntly.

  “Doesn’t that worry you?”

  “Life is abundant in the Iyr,” the woman replied, unsure of what he was saying.

  “Don’t you think they could be a familiar for others? Or perhaps they are spies for others.”

  “We work closely with the animals,” she said. “There have been times when animals have tried to scout the Iyr, but we have dealt with them.”

  “All of them?”

  “Yes,” she said, fidently.

  Once Adam was at the shrine, he cpped his hands together and rubbed them. “I don’t o try today, how fortunate!” He grinned wide.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 21 (15)Omen: 6, 20 -> 620 + 6 = 26

  Adam went through the motions of enting, expending his mana into the item as the gems burst into dust and flowed towards the axe head.

  He pulled ohread of Fate, taking away the fortune of an assassin, who crept up towards the noblewoman, only to find a bde pierce through their heart. The bde, translut white, pulled away from the assassin’s heart. The noblewoman stared at the assassin as they dropped.

  The entire process went by in the blink of an eye, and he could feel how drained his mi. Still, it roductive day, and the feeling of aplishment filled his soul. He wasn’t sure what kind of entment he wanted on the axe, so he decided to leave it to Fate.

  He returned in the evening, when the Iyrmen were joining together for dinner. Jurot was with his friends, as always, and Sonarot rocked in her chair with little Lanarot in her arms.

  “How is she?” Adam asked, walking over to Sonarot, staring down at the tiny baby. She was much bigger than before, but he recalled that children usually did grow fairly rge in the first week after birth.

  “Well,” Sonarot said. “Do you want to hold her?” Sonarot offered.

  Adam stared down at the girl. “I ’t,” Adam said.

  “You ’t?”

  “I’m to.” Adam flexed his muscles. “I might actally hurt her.”

  “You’re just a feeble mage,” Sonarot said, standing and the girl to him.

  Adam chuckled and took the baby carefully. ‘Light,’ he thought, a hand holding the back of her head.

  “She’s so small, isn’t she?” Sonarot said, noting how cautiously he was holding her baby.

  “Very.”

  “One day she will be as big as you or I,” she said. “Hopefully as big as you.”

  “I wao stay small and cute forever,” Adam said, noting how Lanarot’s eyes would barely open as she yawned.

  “She should be big and strong so she fight.”

  “Stay small, Lanarot,” Adam said. “Jurot and I will fight for you, alright? Jurot wants to be a Gold Rank adventurer, so he’ll be really strong. Now, he’s going to be s, they’ll make a ier for him.”

  “A ier?” Sonarot asked, smiling at him.

  “Diamond Rank,” Adam joked.

  Once he had finished eating dinner, Adam checked his recipe book, which he was adding to nightly. He was trying to remember all the food he enjoyed, and how to make them.

  ‘Maybe the Iyr will accept me as a chef?’ Adam thought. He stared down at the st recipe before crossing it out. He doubted the Iyr would accept him if he brought up beans on toast. ‘Fish and chips?’ Omen: 1, 14

  “Are you feeling lucky today?” Sonarot asked, preparing for breakfast. She had started to sleep in a small some ways away, where Lanarot could cry in peace, but always returned in the m. The other families iate also assisted her, sing out so she could sleep in peaost of the week.

  “A little,” Adam replied. He thought about the minimum roll he wanted, and sidering the bonus the shrine gave, he figured it should be enough. “Lucky enough that I ent today.”

  He spent some time with Turot, who pyed with the other Iyrmen, hide and side, before they practised throwing a ball at a target to see who get the most points. Adam didn’t bother peting against them, but did join in on the fun.

  “I thought you’d be better,” a little girl said to him. She was Kitool’s younger sister, and she stared up at him smugly.

  ‘So, you have choseh,’ Adam thought, before winding up his arm.

  Spell: Guidance1D3 = 1 (1)Athletics CheckD20 + 4 + 1 = 10 (5)

  Adam mao hit the target, but only the edge. He stared at the target for a long while before his face turirely red. ‘How embarrassing.’

  He remained alone whehed, letting the water wash over him, cooling his embarrassment. The other Iyrmen noted how sullen he was.

  “He must be feeling unlucky,” Jurot said. “We should leave him be.”

  The other Iyrmen heir heads, not knowing the tale of the m’s games.

  Sonarot had finished making the meat aable soup, p it for each of them. There was also some bread, as there always was, and some cheese.

  “I heard you had a lot of fun with the children this m,” Sonarot said. “Katool was especially happy.”

  Adam’s face soured. “It’s hard being an adult,” he mumbled.

  Sonarot tilted her head in fusion, and the other Iyrmen gave him a side gnbsp;

  Today he was escorted by another Iyrman, but he wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

  “You uand me, don’t you?” Adam said to the axe, rubbing along the handle and then the head. “I would have used Omen, but…” He pced the axe down and sat oool, sighing out his worries before he began enting.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 18 (12)Omen: 1, 14 -> 114 + 6 = 20

  Once again he pulled the Thread of Fate, causing a bard’s lute to snap during his performance, causing all the people to jeer. He quickly scooped up his hat, full of copper s, and slipped away, sighing.

  Once he was doh the enting, he rubbed along the axe’s head. Adam could feel the magic already form within the axe, which was warm to the touch. “Fire?” Adam wondered, staring down at the axe head. He brushed the haenderly, before carrying it back to the Rot family.

  He tio add to his recipe book that night, adding in fish fingers, which he wasly sure how to make. ‘Fish, cut up iangles, breaded… right?’

  Omen: 8, 11

  Sonarot threw him a gnce, w how lucky he was that m. Adam paused for a long moment, trying to use maths to figure out the average quality of the on if he used the 11. Adam smiled, nodding his head.

  This m he repared to face against Katool and the other other children.

  “Bring it,” he said.

  Spell: Guidance1D3 = 3 (3)Athletics CheckD20 + 4 + 3 = 18 (11)

  This time he ran ps around them during catch the Iyrman, and when it came time to toss the balls at the target, he hit the tre more times than not.

  He stared down at the children, who had been uo keep up. Katool stared up at him, seeing the wicked grin on his face.

  ‘M-monster,’ the child thought.

  “You’re in a good mood,” Amokan said, sitting down beside Adam as he bathed.

  “Yes,” Adam said, recalling the beating he had given the children. “In the best mood.”

  “Are you feeling lucky?” Amokan asked.

  “Quite.”

  “How powerful is yic?” Amokan asked.

  “I’m just at the First Gate,” Adam said. “I should be close to Sed Gate spells soon, but I’m not sure.”

  Amokan slowly nodded his head, unsure if he should believe the half elf. He was strong, physically, could he truly be so close to Sed Gate spells at his age? If he was, then he’d be far more powerful than Amokan and the other Iyrmen had assumed.

  Adam cpped his hands together once he was at the shrine, and he grabbed onto the axe handle. “e on! Big money! Big money!” he shouted, eagerly, causing the Iyrman assigo keep an eye on him to peek in to see what he was doing.

  Mana: 3 -> 2EntingD20 + 6 = 20 (14)

  [Would you like to spend XP to empower the on?]

  ‘Oh, this time you’re asking me?’

  [Yes.]

  ‘Right, well, let’s spend…’ Just how amazing did he want this on? He didn’t want it to be the best on he had made to date, he wanted Little Paw to be amazing in its ht still. ‘100?’

  BattleaxeRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D6 + 1D3 sshing + 1D3 fire damage.You gain the ability to cast Fme Bolt.

  [Would you like to he on?]

  ‘Whoa, that’s a cool on.’

  Cool on (Battleaxe)Requires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D6 + 1D3 sshing + 1D3 fire damage.You gain the ability to cast Fme Bolt.

  ‘Wait, no, that’s not what I meant.’

  XP: 1910 -> 2150

  He stared at the battleaxe, annoyed.

  ‘Damn it, Bell!’

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