Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
To be fair, the spiders were rather large.
But now the shadows take on a more ominous look. “What do you think he was doing down here alone?” I ask, clutching my staff a little closer to me. “Where’s his Five?”
Mereden gets to her feet, dusting off her clothes. “You heard what Magpie said. They were going to close down this particular drop until the guild decided what to do with it. Maybe the guild sent him down to guard things.”
“Alone?” Gwenna asks, skeptical.
“Almost all of the Taurians are out of the city,” I point out. “They must have sent a repeater here to keep an eye on the drop, assuming there was no danger.”
Mereden shakes her head. “Horrible.” She leans over the dead man and crosses his arms over his chest in dedication to Asteria, so the goddess will look out for him in Romus’s hells. Then she pauses. “Artifact?”
“What?” I blink at her, not following.
“He’s supposed to have an artifact, right?” Mereden turns to Gwenna. “That’s what we were dowsing for, yes? Should we check his pockets? It feels wrong.”
“What, because he’s dead?” Lark counters. “What do you think we’re doing down here? We’re robbing the dead constantly. That’s what the guild does.”
She’s right, I finally admit to myself. We are tomb robbing in a sense, because those who died when the city fell are still here. Even so, it’s different when someone’s centuries dead versus a death from a few hours ago…isn’t it? We must all be thinking the same because no one moves forward to check him.
With a huff, Kipp moves to the dead man and runs his small hands over the body, feeling his pockets and checking under his clothing. After a thorough investigation, he looks at us and shakes his head. Nothing.
“Maybe I’m dowsing wrong,” Gwenna frets. “It’s not as if we were educated on the proper way it works.”
“I don’t think it’s supposed to work,” I point out. “I think she gave us that to waste our time.”
“Well, it’s wasting our time if he’s got no artifacts,” Gwenna says. “All he’s doing is giving us more things to worry over.”
I move forward and check the body again, trying not to cringe at how strange the dead man feels under my grasp. It’s a bit like clay—room-temperature clay—and if I think about it too hard, I’m going to be sick. But I check his pockets and under his guild uniform again, looking for trinkets or jewelry. His boots are plain, and there’s nothing hidden in the soles. After I run my fingers along the curve of his ear looking for an earring, I sit back on my haunches. “Well, unless he swallowed the artifact, he doesn’t have one. Is it possible that the dowsing rod is picking up the dead instead?”
“Who would possibly want to dowse for a dead man?” Gwenna makes a face.
“Someone who misplaced a body?” I get to my feet, brushing at my skirts. “I don’t think we should stay here. If it’s ratlings that chewed off his face—”
“What else would it be?” Lark interrupts.
I ignore that, because I don’t know. “—then this area isn’t safe. They could be here even now, watching us and waiting for us to let down our guard. Gwenna, your dowsing is leading us somewhere, at least. I propose we keep dowsing and see what we find.”
She doesn’t like that idea. “What if it keeps leading us to more dead guys?”
“Then we’ve got bigger problems.” I move to pick up my staff again. “Let’s get into formation once more, just like we’ve been taught. Sword and shield at the front, navigator in the center. Mereden and I will make up the back.”
I wait for someone to argue, to point out that I’m not a leader. That I’m married to a teacher but not in charge myself. No one does, though. They just nod and we position ourselves.
When we’re in place, with Kipp and Lark at the front of our group, Gwenna turns and gives me an uneasy look. “You’re sure you want me to do this again? What if we’re messing with something we don’t understand? What if we’re pissing off some sort of ancient magic that lives down here?”
She has a point, but I’ve never been the type to be overly worried about the gods. “We’re not doing this to be cruel. We can make a big apology donation to the church once we’re out of here.”
“With what money?” Lark sputters. “I’m broke.”
“We’ll find something. That’s a problem for the future.” I nod at Gwenna, where she holds the makeshift dowsing rod. “Are you all right with doing this again?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Do you want to stay here and wait for the ratlings to return?”
She sighs heavily and closes her eyes, holding the dowsing rod out in front of her again. “Please lead us to an artifact this time.”