Of Armor and Bone: Chapter 22
Bently had removed the suit of armor and hid it under the woven blanket that had been provided to him in his room. He could feel the familiar sense of lethargy in his body as the magical forces ebbed from his limbs. Downstairs, he could see the woman- the one who had addressed herself as the Arcanus- pacing about the head of the long stone table at the end of the room.
The spry man named Shiloh sat at one side of the table, with the mage at the opposite. Chin sat back in the chair, quietly smoking his pipe while Shiloh stared daggers at him.
Both Charlstine and Shiloh stared at Bently as he descended the last few steps down towards the ground floor. “Mr. Bently of Xiandol, please have a seat.” The Arcanus offered, a hint of insistence in her voice.
Bently quickly took up one of the wooden seats beside Chin, glancing at the mage tentatively. “Tell me, when you put on that suit of armor, what do you feel?” Charlstine called out. She placed her hands on the hard stone of the table, peering across the surface at Bently.
“Power.” The soldier remarked.
“That power…” Charlstine pursed her lips. “Is the same that runs through our veins. Is that right, Mr. Chin?”
The mage hesitated, taking one last deep inhale from his pipe. “It is similar.”
“Lady Arcanus!” Shiloh spoke up, slapping his palms on the cold, hard stone surface of the table top. “I must tell you of these men, those who wear this armor of magical power.”
Charlstine propped herself up and began to pace once again. “You know I wish not to hear it, Mr. Shiloh.” Her voice held a tinge of distaste. “You should have known to leave behind your urges for violence once you came through the gates of this city.”
Shiloh slumped back in the chair and avoided looking in Bently’s direction.
“As a Tuleforian, I’m sure you can recount the brief history of bloodshed we’ve had to endure here, suffered by these people of Arkyan.” Charlstine posed, her gaze pointed to the back of Shiloh’s neck.Continue reading “Eye to Eye”