Immortal
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Chp. 25
Durmack let himself in as we stood there discussing our options, and strode forward, joining the three of us in the center of the tent.
“My father suggests I apologize to you, Immortal,” he said his tone betraying his disgust. “He would know why you would have us attempt to delay the dark army, and take you to Brighton.”
Gill nodded to me. How much should I tell him? I had no clue. My intuition suggested I say as little as possible. I know it sounds strange, but I wished I was tired enough to hear Thallium’s voice. I needed some help.
“We are on our way to the kingdom of the Blood Elves to capture a demon before it can release creatures of the underworld upon the Ceneria,” I said trying to sound confident. “Delaying their army will give the cities in Ceneria time to prepare for the attack, and maybe cause enough confusion so we can get past them. We need to meet up with two more of our party in Brighton before we continue on into the Blood Elves’s kingdom.”
Durmack grunted in acknowledgement.
“Sounds like a suicide mission.”
“Perhaps,” Gill agreed.
“Can your woman really turn the fire?”
I shrugged. I had no idea.
“To be honest with you Durmack, I had no idea she could heal until today. If she says she can do something, then my guess is she can.”
He nodded.
“Let us hope it is so. I will have food brought to you. After you have eaten, we set out for the fire and see if she can do as she says.”
The food was spicy, but delicious. The scantily clad serving girls didn’t make it taste any worse. They sat down next to each of us with a large platter of steaming meats, salted nuts and fresh fruits.
I felt uncomfortable. The woman beside me might as well have been naked. The see-through silk top showed all that God had given her, and he’d been generous. She picked up food from the plate with her fingers and placed it in my mouth, smiling seductively behind her translucent veil.
Carla and Ivy were offered the platters, but were forced to get the food for themselves. Carla rolled her eyes at Toby who was enjoying this as much as I was, though quite a bit more overtly.
“Don’t get used to it you big oaf,” she said to him between bites.
He grinned back at her.
“What? I would never suggest that you serve me, Carls.”
“Better not,” she quipped back shooting him a disapproving frown.
“But we have to get you one of these outfits,” he laughed.
“That I could do,” she smiled back at him. “If you’re a good boy.”
“Then I swear from this moment on to be good,” Toby laughed, placing a hand over his heart, then changing it to an attempt at a boy scout’s salute.
We all laughed, but try as I might I couldn’t help but imagine Ivy wearing an outfit like that.