“Tomorrow night.” Gemma had agreed to that much. “Tomorrow, if you come by the museum after yours closes, I will take you to Jamhaier. I don’t know why you want to go to that place, but I will take you.”
“Thank you.” Kael wasn’t sure she needed a guide, per se, but she knew that she enjoyed Gemma’s company and that this city had far more to navigate than just the roads and other such things a map would show.
Like these very confusing relations between the Hoija and the others, and the way that almost nobody knew about any other nations.
Had the Hoija – who had not exactly been warlike, back in her time – wiped the rest of them out? Or taken them all over and given them all their name? Continue reading
The bar was not all that different from pubs and taverns that Kael remembered. There was louder music, yes, the lights were different, but the drinks were much the same – just more variety. She bowed to Gemma’s expertise for the first drink and got a wink and a decidedly flirtatious smile in return.
“Are you encouraging me to get you drunk, Madam Kaelingrade?”
“As a matter of fact, I might enjoy that,” Kael agreed. “But I’d have to hope that you have better than an apprentice’s garret to take me back to, since that’s all that they give one for ‘room and board’. Well at least for the room portion. The board is quite nice.”
“Did she call you – did she call you Madam Kaelingrade?” The bartender, a handsome man who was a little younger than Kael’s apparent age, looked surprised. “Is there a new Kael in the tower, then? You look…” He studied her for a moment. “You look genuine.” Continue reading