Chapter 8
They quickly averted their gazes with apologetic smiles and blushing.
It really is taboo. I thought back on Lapia's words. They might think I have healing powers, or skills, or whatever.
We all stood awkwardly for a few seconds until inspiration struck me.
"Lord Punten, was it?" I faced him.
"Yes, Your Excellency." he managed to smile this time.
"I assume you're knowledgeable in the ways of the trade?" I asked, eyeing his coach and the impressive caravan.
"That I am." he said while stroking his mustache and laughing gently.
"I am looking for a battle mount. Preferably more durable than strong. I don't mind magical beasts or the like." I could feel my heart rate rise slightly at the thought of a dragon or something along those lines. "Any idea where I could make such a purchase?"
His eyes showed a smudge of confusion for a split second and I could feel my heart sink.
"May I ask what do you mean by 'majeekal'?" his voice was moderate and soothing.
"Right." E'er this, E'er that. "Beasts of E'er." Or is it E'erial? E'eric?