Chapter 49
Chapter 49
Veron spent most of the journey outside, using half of his limited Focus to move the wind or shoot the occasional stone projectile at a distant rock. He read and studied the herbalism notes he’d taken with Warren, though he doubted they would come in handy in the pit of Anvakar.
The hours passed slowly, and at one point, Veron started going through some drills on the deck. He got a few amused glances and comments but nothing much that bothered him. Dinner was included in the price and when the sky darkened, Veron hid the rest of his silver inside of his armor and made to sleep on the deck outside. A few others were doing the same, though they had bedrolls and some few even pillows. With all the Silvers and even some Golds outside, Veron felt more than safe.
The Herasar attacks were far away still after all.
He fell asleep to the sound of the thrumming magic, plugging his ears with rock he shaped for the purpose.
Veron woke up a few times during the night, a little confused about where he was before he drifted off again. It was a quiet journey, not a single beast, of any of the Paths, choosing to attack their vessel.
The Walker arrived in the river port of Anvakar shortly after dawn and Veron woke up when the gangway was set into place. He yawned and stretched, rolling his shoulders, glad that he no longer was a Feeble Path.
One day and night.
It had cost him two thirds of his silver, but as he looked out into the dim morning light and saw the three mountain peaks surrounding the dungeon city, Veron knew it was worth it.