Chapter B4C43 - Golden Glow
“Ah, that sweet, Undermist scent. Did you miss it as much as I did?” MacReilly asked.
Feolin wanted to scowl and curse, but she was so pleased to see the Keep again she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“I never thought I’d be happy to see this place,” she said. “I mean, really, never.”
“I know what yeh mean,” MacReilly grinned. “I was so happy to get away from this place, I drank until I couldn’t stand up.’
“You drank like that every damn day.”
“Aye, but that was drinks of commiseration. When we left, they were drinks of celebration! Very different.”
Undermist Keep and the town that bore the same name were much the same as every Keep and settlement around the empire, walled bulwarks against the kin. They were designed to house, equip and stitch together the Slayers as they went about their duties. However, this rift, and this town, were a little different from the others, for one very specific reason.
The two approached the Grave gate on the south side of the wall, so named for the cemetery they passed on their right. The two Slayers bowed at the waist toward the memorial, paying respect to the friends whose names had been carved into the gravestones within, even if their bodies did not lie in the soil beneath them.
Security on the gate was tight, as was to be expected, given the current circumstances. No less than a dozen guards, with an attending Magister and Priest, occupied the guard house, and every single one of them stepped out as Feolin and MacReilly approached.