Omen: 2, 3

  “e,” Sonarot said, tying Adam’s colr button.

  Adam stood there awkwardly, as though they were preparing to go to a wedding. He was suited in a tire he hadn’t expected, something made of the fi cloth, white, with a blue colr, the family’s tattoo stitched along the sleeves.

  A weird, uledness filled his gut as she fixed up his clothing, befoing off to do the same to Jurot, earing the same clothing as Adam. Adam stared down at the sleeves, and then to Sonarot and Jurot.

  ‘Should I really be here?’ Adam thought, w if it was right for him te into the family. He shook his head, pushing away the thoughts.

  Lucy was outside, wearing some fine clothing made of white and blue too, except no pattern was stitched into the sleeves.

  “What’s this festival for anyway?” Adam asked.

  “It’s the st week of Dawnval,” Sonarot said. “We are thanking it for treating us well.”

  ‘That’s kinda cute.’

  Once Sonarot was done fixing the trio’s appearance, she visited one of the other families, and theurned with Lanarot, earing some new clothing, also made of fine cloth, though she was also strapped to Sonarot, resting against the woman’s arm.

  “Who is this little cutie,” Adam said, leaning in to look at Lanarot, who was cuddled up to her mother.

  Lanarot saw Adam from the er of her eye and jerked around to look up at him. She stared up at him for a few moments before reag up with a tiny, chubby hand. Adam let her grab onto his finger, which she squeezed aight. The tiny little girl smiled at him, g.

  “That’s right, you’re the cutest, aren’t you?” Adam smiled wide, melting uhe first smile he had seen from the tiny little girl.

  Lanarot kept smiling and g until she finally saw a strand of hair fall nearby, and she reached for it instead, ign Adam.

  ‘I die happy now,’ Adam thought, before he stared up at the sky. ‘No. I o make sure she grows up well first.’

  “You’re thinking about something stupid, aren’t you?” Lucy asked, pung his arm lightly.

  “Probably,” Adam replied. “Whoa, who is this handsome young man.”

  Turot had appeared, wearing the same outfit as the two young men, his hair swept to one side, rather than the ruffledness it usually was. “Turot, son of Mirot!” he proudly decred.

  “That’s right,” Adam said, chug as he pat the boy’s shoulder. “Let’s have fun today, alright?”

  “Yes!”

  “Our festival sts the entire week,” Sonarot said, throwing Adam a look.

  “The entire week?” Adam asked, surprised. “You Iyrmen sure party hard.”

  “You will be rexing the eime.” Sonarot stared at him.

  “I ’t ent the entire week?” Adam gasped. “But…”

  Sonarot sighed, shaking her head. “You need a woman.”

  Adam coughed. “What?”

  “You are young and full of will. You need a woman to calm you down so you’re not overw yourself. I ’t bother you all the time, I am your aunt, so you need a wife who will make sure you stop coughing up blood every time you ent.” Her eyes held a knowing look.

  “I’m fine, seriously,” Adam said, gng to the side.

  “If you colpse again, I will not let you use the shrines,” she warhough Adam already had permission from Elder Gold.

  Adam gnced aside again. “Okay, okay…”

  The other Iyrmen all around were also wearing their best clothing. Amokan was with his younger cousins, the twins Damokan and Kalokan, each wearing matg clothing. Kitool and her younger sister Katool also wore matg clothing, though the younger Katool also wore a ribbon around her forehead. Then there was Jaygak and Raygak, who were with their cousins, Taygak and Saygak. Taygak was staring suspiciously at Adam, who quickly gnced aside.

  Ohey passed along their greetings, the adults allowed their children to leave. The you group followed Taygak, who was the oldest of the children, and she led them away.

  “e,” Jurot said to Adam. “I will guide you.”

  Adam nodded, following Jurot out, noting that the others broke off from one aoo. Kitool and Jaygak went together, and Amokao Timojin, who was beside another pair of orcish Iyrmen, both little girls.

  ‘Sisters?’ Adam wondered as they left.

  A rge number of temporary buildings had bee up ihways of the Iyr, though some were avaible in the various estates he tre too. Adam she air, and his mouth began to salivate.

  He could smell it, the sweet st of pizza.

  He followed it to find four separate estates each w dozens of ovens to create pizza he tre of the Main Iyr, whereas the es had the fried foods of the Iyr.

  “Son of Fate,” called an Iyrman Adam did nnise. “e.”

  “Son of Fate!” another called from the opposite side, motioning with her hand. “e.”

  “Son of Fate,” came the voiany others, and Adam gnced all around.

  “What’s going on?” Adam said, w if he was in a nightmare all of a sudden.

  Jurot motioo their stalls. “They are making pizza. They want you to taste it, since you were the oo i it.”

  “Yeah but there’s so many,” Adam said. There were some Iyrman about eating the slices, nodding their heads at the half elf, who nodded his head iurn. “Let’s get out of here,” Adam whispered.

  “You do not want to eat pizza?”

  “Of course I do, but there are at least a hundred people looking at me,” Adam said, quickly retreating away from the masses.

  They were finally at the edge of the Main Iyr, where there were a few people rexing and chatting with one another.

  “The Iyr is huge,” Adam said, gng all about, noting all the various estates.

  “It is,” Jurot said, nodding his head.

  “Hey, Jurot, I’m sorry about taking so long in the Iyr.”

  “It is okay,” he said. “You have ented so many things for our family. Turot has pihat he has yet to receive something.”

  “I’ll try and make him something,” Adam said, chug.

  Jurot led Adam to a small stall where there was an Iyrman making fried dough balls using his family’s recipe, it to anyone who came nearby. Jurot took one and bit into it. He said something iongue, and then motioned for Adam to take one.

  “How much?” Adam asked.

  The Iyrman stared at him before looking to Jurot. “How much?”

  “For the food.”

  “You may eat ohe Iyrman said.

  “No, I mean how much to buy.”

  The Iyrman tilted his head at Adam.

  “You take one,” Jurot said.

  “For free?”

  “Yes?” Jurot replied, staring at Adam, mirr his fusion.

  The Iyrman cook picked up a stick of fried doughballs and offered it to Adam.

  “I eat one for free?” Adam asked, taking the stiodding his head to the Iyrman.

  “You may eat as many as you like,” Jurot said. “The food is free.”

  “All the food?” Adam asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Damn, I love it here so much,” Adam said, biting into the dough bun.

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  Adam gasped as he bit into the dough ball, which was full of a chilli surprise. It was almost fiery, and he inhale deeply. It was equally as delicious as it icy, and he spped his knee gently.

  The Iyrman chef smirked, throwing a look to Jurot, who cracked a smile.

  “Fug hell,” Adam said, gasping for air, the Iyrman chef him a bowl of ilk. Adam drank it, swishing it in his mouth as he did. “That’s so hot. Delicious, but hot.”

  “Your friend has good taste,” the Iyrman said.

  “He’s my brother,” Jurot corrected.

  The Iyrman nodded in response.

  “So hot,” Adam gasped.

  “I am surprised,” the Iyrman said. “Most people would have spat it out and have begged for more milk.”

  “I think sweet things are meant to be better for the heat,” Adam said, sipping the rest of the milk.

  “Your brother is very smart,” the Iyrman said to Jurot. “Not many know that.” He offered the pair some sweet balls on a stick too.

  “Yes,” Jurot agreed.

  The pair stepped aside to eat their sweet dough balls in peabsp;

  “Did you set me up?” Adam asked.

  “No,” Jurot said. “I k was hot, but did not tell you.”

  “That’s one hell of a betrayal,” Adam said.

  Jurot frowned.

  “Rex, it’s just a joke. I’m the oh his mouth on fire.” Adam bit into a sweet doughball. “Duskval, huh. So what’s the season?”

  “Noonval,” Jurot said. “It will be very hot.”

  “Yeah?” Adam sighed. “Damn. That’s going to suck.”

  “It is best to adventure in Dawnval and Duskval,” Jurot said. “Some people adventure in Nightval.”

  “When it’s all snowy?” Adam asked.

  Jurot nodded.

  “That’s crazy.”

  “I believe Nightval is for rest, but there are many Iyrmen who adventure during the months.”

  “Of course they would.” Adam smiled.

  “The others will leave to adveer the festival,” Jurot said. “Amokan and Timojin, and Kitool and Jaygak.”

  “Really?” Adam said, having not heard suews. “How e?”

  “That was the time they chose to adventure,” Jurot said. “They are eighteen, like me, and so will leave soon.”

  “Shall we ask them to join us then?”

  “Three Iyrmen in one group?” Jurot asked.

  “I know they’re both martials like you and I,” Adam said, noting Jurot’s look. “We have a Priest as our fifth.”

  “Five in a party?” Jurot asked. “It is rare.”

  “I think five is nice. I prefer six, holy, but five is oo.”

  “Why do you prefer six?”

  “Less ce of dying,” Adam admitted.

  Jurot nodded.

  “Still, having two women join us… isn’t that a little weird?” Adam said, w how their dynamic would ge with two women around.

  “How?”

  “Well, you know, because they’re women.”

  Jurot stared at Adam, waiting for him to expin.

  “We ’t, you know, be bros with them around.”

  “We will be brothers regardless of who joins us, Adam,” Jurot said, pg a hand on Adam’s shoulder, pletely missing what he was talking about.

  “Never mind,” Adam said. “I assume Priests are highly sought after?”

  “Yes.”

  "What if it was three Iyrmen in a party? Would any Priests join a group like that?”

  “Those who pray for Law, Death, or War will definitely be ehose of other domains may as well, but it is less likely.”

  Adam nodded his head. “Is Sozain still the God of Death?” Adam asked. He hadn’t heard their titles st they spoke.

  “Lord Sozain, Baktu, is still the God of Death,” Jurot said, nodding his head. “Do you not refer to the gods as Lords and Ladies?”

  Adam sighed. “No, but I probably should show those three some respect. Actually, I met them retly.”

  “You met the gods?” Jurot asked.

  “Do you remember whe Lucy?” Adam asked.

  Jurot nodded.

  “That night they came to me in my dreams, or they took me to them whilst I was dreaming.”

  Jurot slowly nodded his head. “Why?”

  “They were cheg me out. Hey, did you know Bandlor’s no lohe God of War?” Adam asked, still surprised by the fabsp;

  “You had mentiohe name Bandlor in your tale, but I did n. Wahtu, the one you call Lady Arya, has always been the God of War.”

  “No shit,” Adam said, raising his brows in surprise. “Damn. I liked Bandlor. I hope he’s doing okay.”

  The half elf noted a beautiful Iyrman to one side. She had bronze skin, and long dark hair, braided down towards her lower back. She was beside two young girls, also bronze skinned with dark hair, each eating small fried balls off of a stick.

  “Hey Jurot, who is that,” Adam said, elbowing the Iyrman at his side. He squinted his eyes, noting the tattoo on the woman’s forehead. “Hold on, isn’t that…”

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