Decai. I was still only in Decai. Everyday I think I am going to wake up back in Mt. Ayervyk. It’s not like I have a bad life here. Being a Captain in the City Watch is a good job. I get to serve the throne, which is honorable. And from the inside, I can prepare for the True King’s return. And having the “truth” be whatever I decide it is is satisfying. But I really long to be home.
I’ve been here for 6 years now. A short time in a dwarf’s life. I have diversions. Arina, my girlfriend. I have the Watch. I have the seal team.
My silent reverie is interrupted by an knock at the door. Vai tells me that Arina was looking for me. Vai Jaiden is a rogue. He is a procurer of information. He knows a lot of what goes on in this town, more than he lets on, I’d wager. He also is, from a certain perspective, an informer. Not that I mind.
Vai helps give me an edge to stay a few steps ahead of the criminal element in Decai. And he is a good man. I just wish he would drop the habit of quoting me back to everyone. Sometimes I swear he is doing it just to embarass me. But Stoli Blackmoon, a Captain of the Guard, is not going to show any weakness. I bid Vai enter my quarters.
He tells me that Arina was looking for me. She brought me some dinner. She left a note too, which Vai brought with him. It is clear she still loves me. I don’t take that for granted. Things are a bit complicated, though. Arina’s brother, Jace Torvan is an up and coming Summoner. He is apprenticed to the Summoner’s Guild. And he is working to keep the True King off the throne.
I hear a bell ringing. A few seconds later, the cold night air begins to smell of smoke. A fire has broken out. I head to the scene. No use calling out the seals for this. Vai nods at me, and starts heading for the door. I see Neuragen a young member of the guard, and order him to follow us.
The orange haze over by the Market District tells me where the fire is. I make haste and arrive on the scene. The tannery is on fire. We are not the only ones on the scene.
Jace is there as well. He is trying to summon a spell to extinguish the blaze. Next to him is another person. I’ve seen him before. He is that Chug refugee from the Wastes that follows Jace around. Looks like he is a Summoner too. Or at least a practicioner of the arcane arts. Ankh jor’Ghana.
There is a boy trapped on the second floor. I try to climb to him, but am overcome by the flames. I notice Ankh or Jace summoning water to douse the fire. I summon what is left of my strength, (and, if truth be known, Vai and Neuragen too), and move a hay cart under the window so the boy can jump to safety.
As I sit there recovering, I begin to think about a fire like this. Tanneries don’t often burn. This warrants a little investigation.