Chapter 23: Village Below the Mist XI
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Gael stared at the map for a long while. Then, quietly, "Alright. But only because I don’t want some outsider mucking it all up."
Fizz popped up between them. "Also because you want to sit in a big chair and yell at people. Don’t lie. I’ve seen your fantasy dreams."
Gael grunted. "I will bite that thing back if it ever reads my thoughts again."
Fizz zipped to safety. "You can try, old bones."
John grinned and pointed to the map. "Then it’s settled. We build roads. We start with one caravan. And we name the company... Fizz Holdings."
Fizz flew into a spiral, singing, "We are officially open for business. No refunds. No complaints. All complaints will be eaten by me."
The sun dipped slightly in the sky as the forge fire was stoked again. The second batch of daggers came out under John’s supervision. This time, they were smoother, sharper, cleaner. The best five glowed faintly under the firelight.
Fizz floated near them, inspecting with a critical eye. "Hmm. Not terrible. Still ugly. But functional. Which makes them the opposite of me."
He floated around the five chosen men and opened his mouth again.