“I know you don’t trust me,” Percy said. “And you’re right to do so..."
Chapter 18 — The Iron Stag. Mark of the Shadow — Book 1 of the Phantom Lord Saga.
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Ned breathed out a massive sigh as Percy escorted them through the city gates and into the towering city. The gates were swiftly shut behind them, and Ned knew for good or ill they were finally in Inkholme; however, whether they were truly safe or remained questionable.
The air was rich with the aromas of exotic spices and foods, as merchants called out invitingly from vibrant stalls brimming with diverse goods. The atmosphere buzzed with life: townsfolk wandered leisurely, vendors energetically hawked their wares, and the distant notes of music floated through the air. This lively scene had a soothing effect on him, revealing just how exhausted he had been up until that moment.
"How much farther?" Revilo asked, breaking the silence between them.
Ned shot Revilo a scathing look, eliciting an impatient shrug in return.
“Not much farther," Percy answered pleasantly. “Very soon we’ll enjoy some wine and food."
"Your city is quite beautiful," Ned remarked, changing the conversation. "Not at all like I remember it."
"You've been here before?" Percy said, surprised.
He wasn't the only one. All three of his companions eyed him with confusion.
"Yes, a long time ago," Ned replied vaguely. "I was just a boy at the time."
"I see," Percy said. "Much has transformed since the era of King Richard. Inkholme has flourished since it claimed its independence from that charlatan."
Ned observed Revilo intently, anticipating his usual chorus of praise for King Richard. To his relief, Revilo stayed silent, simply nodding in agreement. But that didn't stop Revilo from flushing when he noticed Ned's gaze upon him.
"Here we are," Percy announced, gesturing toward a large building with a wooden sign bearing the image of a sword spearing a roast beast. The words ‘The Iron Stag’ were carved into it in an elegant script.
“It might not look terribly inviting, but you can make yourself at home here.” Percy said. “You’ll find the best wines here too. Follow me, I’ll see to our food and accommodations.”
Inside, the tavern radiated with dance and song by its many patrons, and Ned immediately felt at home. Women of all stripes meandered around with trays filled with crisp ale and meat. Ned glanced at his companions, who had mixed expressions of excitement and horror at their new environment. Nyra looked particularly pale as a rather buxom young woman passed her by. Percy, noting her expression, quickly called on one of the less comely women.
“Meredi,” Percy called, beckoning a short dark-haired woman with a thin hips and cleft chin. “Could you find a seating that’s a bit more private, my guests are tired, hungry, and are in need of some peace and quiet.”
“It’ll cost ya, Perce,” Meredia said, her eyes scanning him up and down.
Percy cleared his throat, and then flipped her a gold coin. “I think that should cover it.”
“Ah, Perce,” Meredi said, “You know just what a girl wants.”
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