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Updates and progress Amatherean Tales - One Flew Over The Dragon's Nest Book 1 Chapter 1 - Squished Chapter 2 - The Computer Says No Chapter 3 - T's & C's Chapter 4 - Evad Si Eht Tseb Chapter 5 - Starter Zone Chapter 6 - First Combat Chapter 7 - Level Up Chapter 8 - Lore And Order Chapter 9 - Farming Chapter 10 - Badger, Badger, Badger Chapter 11 - Soooooo Sad Chapter 12 - Doe a Deer Chapter 13 - Grey Areas Chapter 14 - Freeeeeedom Airlines Chapter 15 - Hoglings Upgrade Chapter 16 - Killic Chapter 17 - Tailor Fizzlewick Chapter 18 - Eye of the Town Chapter 19 - Bath and Bored Chapter 20 - Graveyard Shift Chapter 21 - Shopping Chapter 22 - Crypt Diving Chapter 23 - Salty Chapter 24 - Water Fight Chapter 25 - Makes No Sense Chapter 26 - Profession Chapter 27 - Hidden Gem Chapter 28 - Cheat Chapter 29 - The Pox Chapter 30 - The Docks Chapter 31 - The Wandering Ogre Chapter 32 - One Good Deed Deserves Another Chapter 33 - You Would Think He Would Think Chapter 34 - Visitor Chapter 35 - Bob! Chapter 36 - Announcements Chapter 37 - Discovery Chapter 38 - Heresy Chapter 39 - A Bolt From The Blue Chapter 40 - Martial Arts Chapter 41 - Not So Familiar Chapter 42 - Up, Up, and Away Chapter 43 - The Not Living, Living Chapter 44 - Adjudicator Chapter 45 - Breakfast At The Hogling Arms Chapter 46 - Compound Chapter 47 - Burn Baby Burn Chapter 48 - When It Rains It Pours Chapter 49 - Bordon The Brandisher Chapter 50 - Distracted Chapter 51 - Thanks Chapter 52 - Looking Down Chapter 53 - Broken Heart Chapter 54 - Emotional Progress One Flew Over The Dragon's Nest Book 2 Chapter 1 - Training & Development Chapter 2 - Cottages Chapter 3 - Homemaker Chapter 4 - Mushroom, Mushroom Chapter 5 - Skill Selection Chapter 6 - Not Leaving The Past Behind Chapter 7 - Kata Claws Chapter 8 - Missing Gnoll Chapter 9 - Oooo Shiny Chapter 10 - Homeward Bound! Chapter 11 - Friends Of The Forest Chapter 12 - Mountains And Mithril Chapter 13 - An Idea Perhaps Chapter 14 - Insanity Chapter 15 - What's A Borzie? Chapter 16 - Amatherean Stand-off Chapter 17 - Charge Chapter 18 - Legionnaire Chapter 19 - Second Chance Chapter 20 - Sandboxes And Sandcastles Chapter 21 - Future Remembrance Chapter 22 - What Mana Chapter 23 - Council Chapter 24 - Gobbler Chapter 25 - Professional Opportunity Chapter 26 - Acquaintances Chapter 27 - Proposal Chapter 28 - Votes Count Chapter 29 - Who, What, Why Chapter 30 - Angelic Presence Chapter 31 - What! Chapter 32 - Magical Transference Chapter 33 - Fire Chapter 34 - From Above Chapter 35 - Wyvern Chapter 36 - Darren Chapter 37 - New Allegiances Chapter 38 - Setting Quests Chapter 39 - There And Back Again Chapter 40 - Missing Chapter 41 - Into The Dark Chapter 42 - Pit Chapter 43 - Following Orders Chapter 44 - Grey Matter Chapter 45 - Unknown Chapter 46 - Progressing Well Chapter 47 - Don't Go Down There Chapter 48 - The Root Of All Evil Chapter 49 - Archery Chapter 50 - Mistake Chapter 51 - Highs And Lows Chapter 52 - Secrets Chapter 53 - A Binding Oath Amatherean Tales - One Flew Over The Dragon's Nest Book 3 Chapter 1 - Road Trip Chapter 2 - Cuopi Chapter 3 - Mollic Chapter 4 - If It Happens Chapter 5 - Asterfal Chapter 6 - Introductions Chapter 7 - Future and Foresight Chapter 8 - Breakfast and Bed Chapter 9 - Freefall Chapter 10 - Petunia Chapter 11 - Dinner Party Chapter 12 - Carlito Chapter 13 - Confirmed Chapter 14 - Searching Chapter 15 - Quiller Chapter 16 - Black Griffin Chapter 17 - Shark Bait Chapter 18 - Caged Animals Chapter 19 - Release Chapter 20 - Class Development Chapter 21 - Job Chapter 22 - Mind Games Chapter 23 - Incomprehensible Chapter 24 - Property and Proposal Chapter 25 - At Long Last Chapter 26 - Moon and Sickle Chapter 27 - New Branch Chapter 28 - Zigferd Chapter 29 - Proposition Chapter 30 - Levels Don't Matter Chapter 31 - Triple X Chapter 32 - Marriage Chapter 33 - Paranoia, Pets, Possessions Chapter 34 - Vows Chapter 35 - His Lordship Chapter 36 - Diplomatic Relations Chapter 37 - Synchronisation Chapter 38 - Saviour Chapter 39 - Normality Chapter 40 - Sunstone and Lollipops Chapter 41 - Paws for Claws Chapter 42 - The Squirrel Sphere Chapter 43 - Departure Chapter 44 - Clock Tower Chapter 45 - Warehouse Chapter 46 - It's a Trap! Chapter 47 - Audits and Enchantments Chapter 48 - Confronted Chapter 49 - Payback Chapter 50 - Life and Death Chapter 51 - Going Home

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Chapter 43 - Following Orders

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SJ sat in the Inn. Cristy was opposite her eating lunch. The Inn was packed now that its downstairs was open again for food and drink. That morning, she had been to see Zigferd after informing the two guards who had been standing watch at the cottage about Darren’s disappearance. It was the most furious that SJ had ever witnessed of Zigferd as he turned the air blue and swore that he would have the hides of the guards who were supposed to be watching him, never mind what he would do to Darren if he caught him. It took SJ a long time to calm him down, even as she tried to explain that they knew each other, he screamed and bellowed his frustrations. He was missing his second and one of his closest and most trusted friends.

Eventually, SJ left him as Ballentine had come to see him to receive a berating from him for his inept guards. To Ballentine’s credit, he had not responded and just taken the abuse hurled at him by Zigferd. As SJ had left, he had seen the dwarf walk over to where Zigferd sat in a chair, holding his head in his hands, placing his hand on his shoulder, and speaking to him quietly.

SJ had promised to see Cristy, so they collected her and brought her back to the Inn for lunch. Terence had stayed helping Floretta in the kitchen all night and was planning to meet Nexis the next evening to look through the plans he had drawn up and understand the work that was necessary. They were going to visit Patch and check on him and the pack. They had not been out there since the wyvern had arrived, and Cristy was worried about them.

An hour later, they arrived in the south of town and crossed the cornfields to the forest. As soon as they reached it, Cristy began to call, and within moments, the form of Patch had appeared bounding through the brush. SJ could have sworn Patch had as much of a worried look on his face as Cristy had had on her own. Seeing each other, SJ felt relief from the pair. Cristy gripped Patch around his huge neck, squeezing tightly.

SJ knew that the wolves were predatory animals but also was aware of how well wolves could track. “Cristy. Do you think Patch could help find Alice?” SJ asked. She had told Cristy about Alice’s disappearance, and Cristy had been upset about finding out.

“I don’t know. I can ask him,” Cristy said, looking at Patch. Patch’s eyes held clear intelligence to SJ, and she had begun to realise that he could understand the common tongue from their previous interactions. “You know the lady who came and healed Dark Paw?” Cristy said. SJ had never known that the other wolves had names.

Patch lowered his head in response and let out a low growl.

“She is missing. Do you think you could help find her?” Cristy said.

Patch growled again in response and turned his head, looking into the forest.

“I think he can help,” Cristy said, turning to look at SJ.

“That would be amazing if he could,” SJ said.

Patch suddenly let out a howling sound, and a couple of minutes passed before the remainder of the pack began to arrive. SJ now recognised the grey wolf called Dark Paw. Across the wolf’s side, where the rock gobbler had struck it, there was a break in the fur, showing where it had received the damage. Apart from the missing swathe of fur, he looked fit and strong. Patch growled at the pack members before they all began to move off again into the forest area. Patch turned to look at Cristy and let out a low huffing sound.

“Patch says it may take time,” Cristy said.

“What do you mean he said?” SJ said in shock.

“He said,” Cristy replied, looking at her.

“You understand him?”

“Yes. I didn’t used to, but recently, I have begun to understand him when he speaks.”

SJ stood staring at Cristy and then Patch in amazement, not sure how to respond. Patch tilted his head sideways, looking as though he was smiling. 

“He likes you, by the way,” Cristy added.

SJ’s eyes went even wider at the comment. “I like him too.”

Patch walked forward and pushed his head towards SJ’s hand. SJ stroked the top of his head.

“There isn’t much we can do now but wait. The guards are also out looking, and the mayor has ordered one of the hunting parties to see if they can help track Alice’s whereabouts. We should head back to town now that we know Patch and his family are okay. There is still a wyvern in the area.”

 Cristy looked at SJ with sad eyes. “We have only just got here.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to be in any more danger out here.”

Cristy’s eyes narrowed as she replied to SJ. “I am not a baby. I am growing up and can defend myself,” she replied as a short dagger appeared in her tiny fist.

“Where did you get that from?” SJ asked, surprised.

“Uncle Gary,” she replied.

“Uncle Gary?” SJ frowned. “You mean Gary the orc guard?”

“Yes. He gave it to me to protect myself.”

“When did you see Gary?” surprise etched on SJ’s face, having no idea that Gary had been to see her.

“I see Gary nearly every day when he passes the orphanage on his patrol. He always stops to talk to me.”

The thought of Gary stopping to speak to Cristy regularly made SJ break into a smile. “I had no idea,” she said.

“He has promised me when I am older that he will teach me to fight. Like he does,” Cristy said, stepping forward and thrusting her small dagger out in front of her.

“So, you plan on joining the guard?” SJ asked.

“No. I will be a hunter, like Dad.”

“I know someone who may be able to help train you in archery. If he ever returns.”

“You do?” Cristy replied excitedly.

“Yes. Hopefully, when we have some time, I can bring you to meet him.”

“That would be amazing.”

“We better head back.”

“Okay,” Cristy said forlornly. Turning, she spoke to Patch. “If you find anything, can you howl and let us know?”

Patch lowered his head again in response to her comment, and Cristy grabbed him around his large neck again, hugging him tightly. “I will be back soon,” she promised as she turned to leave with SJ.

After SJ had returned Cristy to Madeline’s care, she decided that she would focus on trying to find out more about Bellakiy today. Dave had been adamant that she must focus on her quests rather than getting involved in Alice’s disappearance. The agreement that she had made with Dave was that she would see if Patch could help. Kerys had informed SJ about the office he had. It was a single-story building not far from the docks area and close to where she believed he lived as SJ approached the building, a tall elf who she recognised as one of the councillors was leaving. 

“Hello, SJ,” the elf said as he saw her approaching.

SJ couldn’t remember the councillor’s name, feeling embarrassed, “Hi,” she smiled. “Is Bellakiy in?”

“Yes. He is just finishing up a requisition, and I believe he plans to leave again tomorrow.”

SJ had no idea what his normal plans were, and the councillor acted as though it was normal behaviour. “That’s great. I wanted to catch him before he left. I didn’t have the pleasure of speaking to him before I was voted in.”

“Ahh. That doesn’t surprise me. He is always on the road,” the elf responded, wishing SJ a good day as he walked off.

SJ walked to the door, knocking before trying the handle and walking in. The draconian was sat at a large desk strewn with paper and parchments, holding a quill in his hand and writing in a ledger. Looking up from his paperwork as SJ entered, he smiled at SJ. The office was decorated ostentatiously. A large stone-carved desk was the main centrepiece, and the legs were intricately detailed, with several of Killic’s races portrayed. Tapestries were hung around the walls, with various scenes and several paintings showing Bellakiy. To SJ, it felt like a pretentious setting. Compared to Zigferd’s office, it was a league above. Zigferd’s was stark and practical.

“SJ, isn’t it?” he said, placing the quill in a silver holder and pushing back from the desk. He stood, walking around his desk with his hand outstretched in a friendly greeting.

“It is, and you are Bellakiy,” she replied, smiling.

“I am indeed. What may I do for you?”

“I came to introduce myself and was also seeking some advice.”

“I am glad to be formally introduced. What advice were you seeking?” he replied as he offered SJ a seat, returning to his on the other side of the desk.

“I am not sure if you are aware of my new position on the council?”

“I am not sure, no. I am not in town very often, and when I am, I am usually too busy to catch up with what is happening apart from meeting several of the merchants before heading back out again.”

“Well, I have been assigned as an ambassador for Killic.”

The draconian tried to hide his surprise from SJ’s comment but didn’t entirely manage it. “Really? That is amazing,” he said, his smile slightly delayed from his initial response.

SJ could sense that he didn’t appear genuinely pleased with her comment. Her ability to read people’s behaviour had always been a strong trait she had used in her previous life, and it seemed to be the case now.

“He doesn’t look happy and is nervous,” Dave said.

“As part of my new role, I am required to make relationships with the outer villages, and from what I am told, you are the one to speak to.”

Although SJ was not 100% confident in her ability to read draconian expressions, it still didn’t pass that his look appeared to change to that of smugness.

“I have been building relationships with all the local villages and towns for years now. I have great relationships with them all. As you correctly state, I do have an uncanny ability,” Bellakiy replied.

SJ hadn’t stated anything of the sort, and his arrogance to his own ability was sickening. ”It would be fantastic if you could please introduce me to the various settlements over the coming weeks.”

“I would be delighted to. I am due to leave in the morning on a route around four of the closer villages. Would you like to join me?”

“How long will you be gone as I will not be available immediately?”

“The route takes me three days to complete, with two overnight stops on the way. There are several villages that I frequent regularly with the trade caravan.”

SJ had assumed that peddlers rather than trade caravans would visit most villages. Several peddlers regularly came to Killic and set up stalls in the market square alongside the regular traders. SJ had never considered the use of a specific trade caravan. She had seen wagons and carts coming and going through the streets of Killic but never considered what they were doing or where they were going. It made sense with the regular movement of food and goods to the villages. 

“I don’t like or trust him,” Dave said.

“Unfortunately, with Alice currently missing, I don’t want to be too far from Killic,” SJ said.

SJ could have sworn that Bellakiy had to hold back a sneer at her name being mentioned. His eyes narrowed slightly. “It is a shame she is missing. I have always held her in such high regard,” he said. 

“He is such a liar,” Dave shouted. Dave was getting more annoyed at Bellakiy than SJ was. 

“It is more than a shame. She is a rock for Killic,” SJ said, still holding her smile. ”I will see you again on your return if that is okay, and hopefully, by then, I may be free to accompany you.”

“That would be lovely,” Bellakiy said.

Saying farewell and thanking him for the time SJ left his office,

“What a pompous self-centred ass-hat he is,” Dave blurted as soon as they were outside.

 SJ couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I agree. His office is all about his wealth and showing off. It is completely impractical.”

“What were those paintings all about? Why have paintings of yourself plastered around the walls? Do you think it is so he can remind himself who he is?”

SJ could not hide her laughter this time as she returned to the town centre. The next place on her list that afternoon would be the Wandering Ogre. She wanted to talk to Newiq about his thoughts on being absorbed into the town’s borders once it expanded. It was now mid-afternoon, and she didn’t fancy going there in the evening, knowing that was when it received its main clientele. 

“Okay. Time to see Niweq. I want to see if I can get an eye on this kobold that Harrietta has mentioned.”

“You are on a mission today,” Dave said.

“You scolded me earlier, so I better do as I am told,” SJ replied sarcastically.

“And have you listened to me before?” 

“I always listen to you. I have no choice.”

“Hmmph. I mean, really listen.”

“Yes. My dark overload,” SJ said, chuckling.

“Oooo. I like that. Dave the Dark. Dave the Destroyer, Dave the…”

“Douchebag?”

“Oi,” Dave said.

SJ laughed heartily, getting some strange looks from others on the street.

Having never visited the Wandering Ogre in daylight, SJ was surprised at how different it looked. The building was plain-looking, and its architecture seemed cold and clean. The front door was open, and no trolls were standing outside, as there had been on her first visit. SJ could also not hear any noise coming from inside. Reaching the door, she entered.

Her eyes took a few moments to adjust to the dimly lit interior. There were no acts on the stage, and only a couple of patrons sat at tables drinking. Looking towards the long bar, SJ recognised one of the trolls and walked over to him. He was leaning on the bar with a huge tankard in his hand, talking to the scantily clad human barmaid.

“Hi,” SJ said as she neared him.

The pair turned to look at her.

“Can we help you?” The troll asked, frowning deeply.

“Is Niweq around?”

“He should be in his office if he is up yet. It is still a little early for him. The shows don’t start for another couple of hours,” he replied.

“I assume I need to go around the side?”

“Yeah. Use the stage entrance,” the troll replied before turning back to its conversation with the human. The human girl giggled at something the troll said, and SJ guessed it was about her, as she turned and left through the main entrance, walking around the side to the stage door.

The door was closed, and she tried the handle with no joy. Rapping on the door sharply.

Several moments passed before she heard a bolt being withdrawn, and the previous orc she had met stood in the doorway, yawning and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand.

“Hello again,” Pethtu said, recognising SJ.

“Hi. I have come to see Niweq.”

“Not sure he’s up yet. You just woke me from my afternoon nap.” Pethtu replied grumpily.

“Apologies. I thought you would be preparing for the evening’s entertainment.”

“There isn’t much to prepare for,” Pethtu replied, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“Why?”

“Since that damn wyvern arrived in the area, the number of patrons has dropped significantly. If it keeps going like this, there won’t be much point in being here,” Pethtu said, stepping to the side and holding the door open. “You know where his office is. Feel free to go and see if he is there yet.”

SJ walked past Pethtu thanking him and headed down the corridor. When she visited the place for the first time, the place was lively, with music playing and the dressing room full of acts. As she passed the changing room doors, she glanced in to see that there was only a lone half-elf sitting at a large mirror doing her hair. SJ nodded towards her as she looked at her in the mirror. Continuing down the corridor until she reached Niweq’s office door. She knocked loudly on it, waiting for a response.


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