Book 3 Chapter 45: Patriotism, mostly
Dantes took a small seed from his pocket and sent some of his will through it. It grew rapidly, and Dantes had it wrap itself around his midsection to stabilize his fractured ribs while he focused on mending them. He leaned down, and took the fiery sword from Drake’s hand, sliding it through his own belt as he did so. He was certain there were more magical goods he could find in the house, so he sent a number of rats to search for them as he recovered. He spread out his focus across Rendhold. The bombardment of the walls continued, and a number of buildings had again been destroyed by the salvos being launched by the Frasheid soldiers, but overall it seemed to be holding. He turned his attention to the docks, and there he saw that things had changed for the worse.
Viscent steam ships had made it into the harbor, and were beginning to line up to bombard the docks with their cannons. Those sailors that had returned were already firing on the ships with their own salvaged cannons, and even sending forth ships that were lit aflame toward the enemy vessels, but they were having a minimal effect on their impressive ships. As Dantes sent his focus toward them, he could feel something else among them. That same impression of blood and metal that he’d felt before. Godfrey was there, he could feel it.
“They’ve agreed to it. Pacha is insisting on being the one that retrieves you and any others you bring,” sent Jacopo
Dantes smiled. “Thank you Jacopo. It couldn’t have been done without you. I know enduring everything you’ve done there has been awful.”
“The food could be good.”
“Yeah? We’ll talk to Zilly about making your favorites from here on. You can leave Uptown, once I’m out with Pacha we’ll need to meet. It’s time to draw blood and end this.”
Jacopo, sitting in the busy council chambers, watching people yell and whisper about things he no longer cared about, smiled and stood up.
Vampa looked at him. “Are we done?”
Jacopo nodded at him, as he reached into his coat and slipped his fingers through his clawed gloves and flexed his hands.