"Don't worry, Madam Eleanor!" a voice squeaked from below her knee. And they likely didn't, seeing as he was a murderous pirate on top of it all! It sickened her to think that she was now a part of this group, even if only to spy. This malak was awfully blasé about his so-called "Reaper's Curse," rattling off his death count like human lives meant nothing to him. I think the last grocer I handed it to had a heart attack on the spot."Įleanor shuddered as though she had taken a sip of sale'tomah juice. But it's not too hard to track down whenever that happens. "Oh I have," Eizen replied, his expression growing steadily darker with her intrusion. "Even so, a coin hardly seems like a safe vessel," Eleanor interjected, unable to keep her lofty opinions to herself.
This coin is perfectly made to bear the weight of my powers." "I told you, it's a matter of purity, not size. "So that's your vessel, huh? Hard to believe a big guy like you fits into that tiny thing."Įizen arched one eyebrow condescendingly. Laphicet's head poked curiously around Eleanor, seeming torn between joining them or remaining by his master's side.
Rokurou seemed to be examining something that Eizen held flat in his palm. Rokurou and Eizen loitered nearby, conversing loudly, while Velvet skulked the outskirts and Magilou… did whatever it was Magilou did. Instead she stood defensively at Laphicet's side, as if she hoped to protect his innocence from these indecent people. The crew was scattered across the deck, chatting idly to pass the time, but Eleanor had nothing to say to these criminals and thugs. Unfortunately, proper civility was in much shorter supply. Their destination of Islegand was still a half-week away, but provisions seemed to be plenty, Eleanor noted, and they could stop at Port Reneed tomorrow to restock if necessary. Fortunately, they had a very good compass. The Van Eltia's sails surged forward on spring winds powerful enough to easily blow them off course if they lost their heading.
The morning was cold and full of mist, the sky an ambivalent gray withholding both rain and sun. The day began like any other day of their voyage.
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