Delver Magic I: Sanctum's Breach, Jeff Inlo [buy e reader .txt] 📗

“It is good to see you safe, Ryson Acumen.” Mappel extended a hand. As the delver responded in kind, the elder elf allowed a small smile to grasp his lips. They stood alone in Matthew’s private chambers. A host of others waited in the basement meeting room, but Mappel requested they speak alone before the delver was brought before them. It was the elder elf’s wish to explain the occurrences of the past few days, but he began by asking the delver about his own journey.

“When Holli brought the algors here, she told me what had happened in the hills. Mountain shags.” He sighed lightly. “I can not believe that only a short while ago even I doubted Lief Woodson’s word when he warned us of the danger in the air. Now we face so many things, so many uncertainties, including mountain shags. But by your appearance now, I can assume that all went well?”

“I handled the shag alright, but I can’t say my trip back wasn’t without its problems.” Ryson’s expression bordered on exasperation. “Things are starting to fall apart out there, and fast.”

Mappel waited for the delver to continue with an expectant, yet curious expression.

“It seems vampires are now loose in the land and goblins are making raids on towns,” Ryson explained with heavy emotion. He coughed after he spoke as if the words left a bad taste in his mouth. “I don’t know how this will affect any of the plans you’ve made, but I can tell you the people and guards in Burbon are near total panic. I would expect the same in Pinesway. They’re closer to the forest. I don’t know how the people in Connel have reacted to your presence here, but I doubt you would be welcome in either of the other two towns. They’re edgy about anything that looks even slightly out of place. Trust is stretched to a limit. I apologize for how this will sound, but if they saw you for what you are, they’d lock you up as a threat, or worse.”

“I understand.” Mappel’s attention momentarily fixed upon the staff in his hands. He stared at the fine grooves as if each represented another factor of the present dilemma, another external force trying to exert its own influence upon them all. “The land is in turmoil and it seems most humans with it. It is probably no surprise to any elf that the humans would treat us with the utmost mistrust. Their ignorance of the past has led them to their own confusion. While it would not justify such actions, it would not be unexpected. I would have to agree that revealing ourselves in such places would remain inappropriate at this time. Thankfully, however, our path does not end in Burbon or Pinesway. It will lead us from Connel to Sanctum.”

“How have you fared here?” Ryson asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The magic has been slow to reveal itself here,” Mappel offered with a look of relief. “What has happened has been kept quiet. Connel’s own location has also helped serve to this end. With other border towns closer to the wilderness, there are more inviting targets. I imagine that the dark creatures have also not forgotten Connel’s history. The ancient wall would remind them of their greatest loss. I doubt any goblin party would hasten to raid this town.”

The delver found such theories less encouraging. “Even if there hasn’t been a raid here, I know word is spreading. Soon, people are going to start hearing stories. Everyone’s going to start looking for an answer. When I came in to town this morning, I saw everyone looking over their shoulders. I also saw guards on horseback at the town limits.”

“I can not deny the truth in your words,” Mappel conceded, “but for now we remain hidden, even the algors were brought to us without raising a single suspicion. Our presence here has been kept a secret, helped oddly enough by Mayor Consprite. He does not know of the dwarves’ presence, but he knows of mine and the algors. Those guards were his men, and they helped escort the algors here, keeping it as quiet as possible.”

“Consprite did that?” Surprise and suspicion edged Ryson’s words and the tone was not lost upon Mappel.

“I am perplexed by the man myself. He has kept his distance, yet has made it clear he wishes to be involved. His men did as promised, yet they appeared more elusive than helpful. Through Matthew, we have been sending him information, telling him only of what he needs to know. I doubt it satisfies him, but he appears content, at least for now. I do not trust him. Am I misjudging him?”

“I doubt it,” Ryson responded in earnest. “I’ve only spoken with him a few times, but I never met anyone who was more ambitious. If he wishes to be involved, it’s probably because he believes he can benefit.”

“Of that, I am certain, but we will all benefit if our mission is successful.”

Ryson shook his head with a near sorrowful expression, as if it pained him to discuss the subject of human greed and overabundant ambition. “That’s not want I mean. The mayor won’t see anything advantageous in a general gain for the land. Consprite will want to gain personally. It’s not beyond him to take advantage of another’s misfortune.”

“Then, my initial judgment has been correct. I can not dismiss the perceptions of a delver, especially upon a subject I know so little about. The mayor will be dealt with only as needed and always warily.”

“Good idea,” Ryson nodded.

Mappel moved on with urgency, as if it pleased him to leave behind discussions of Mayor Consprite. “What about the vampires you spoke of?”

Ryson hesitated. The thought burned his mind like acid. He tasted the bitter anger on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s not a pleasant story,” he finally admitted. He told the sequence quickly and briefly, speaking in short pointed sentences. He gave an adequate account to be accurate but refused to recount anything with great detail. He spoke of the most important specifics, being followed by Evan Chase, Chase’s demise, and the final conflict with the vampire herself.

The mention of Evan Chase and his reasons for following the delver cast the discussion back upon the mayor. Mappel displayed more than a hint of annoyance. “So Consprite sent out a tracker to find what you had been doing. I do not like that. It indicates he may not accept our decisions. I should like to treat him with as much care as we would treat another vampire.”

“That reminds me,” Ryson interrupted and his attention descended to his belt where the Sword of Decree hung sheathed. “It’s time for me to return this now. To tell you the truth, it’s the main reason why I came back to Connel. Had it not been for the sword, I might have stayed at Burbon to help protect them against goblin raids. But I knew it was important to you, so I knew I had to return it. I’ve learned how special it is, and I understand why you made me promise to look after it with such care. I wish you would have told me of its other powers, though. It does more than burn an enemy; it can free your mind. That in itself saved me from the vampire. I can’t explain it, but I knew what to do as soon as I grabbed the handle.”

The statement confused Mappel. He sifted through the words as if a puzzle, or a mystery where the perpetrator was known but not the crime.

“You are certain?” Mappel questioned with a wrinkled forehead.

“Absolutely.” Ryson returned Mappel’s questioning looks with a confused demeanor of his own. “Didn’t