Chapter 129: A Place For Wrath
Two weeks after his slaughter of the slavers, Kir was depressed.
The Black Sheep, and Amarena, had set out from Darlbridge as soon as they were ready, with barely a few hours rest.
Noir had thought it prudent to leave before the town or Cadence changed their minds, and Kir had agreed.
Amarena had been the only unwilling point but eventually agreed, even helping Kir climb into the cart behind the strider, where he fell into a deep sleep.
Today was the first day since they left when they encountered a town, and they were out of food.
"Look at them, they don’t even have walls. We could just take or fight for what we need," Amarena said. She still hadn’t quite forgiven Kir for taking all of the "good kills."
"No, Rena, that’s not how we do things," Kir argued. Noir, Sam, and Stella had taken the cart into town to negotiate for food. Stella had insisted on going, arguing that she could just tug people’s emotions into getting them everything they needed, but Kir had insisted she use that only as a last resort.
From the tree Kir was sharing with Amarena, they could both see Stella in her "goat mom" form standing next to the others as Noir spoke with a dwarvish woman before they were shown into her building.
Once they were out of sight, Kir sat back against the tree.
He wasn’t hurting for food, and neither was Stella after a bit of transfer between them.
A small chunk of the soulstone skull had lost its integrity after being used, and Kir had eaten the crystal while rather futilely trying not to think about the fossilized bone that tasted like ashes in his mouth and gave him no mana at all.