Chapter 251: The Melodic Moment Alehouse


    The small group of hunters and Hollow Shade mages neared the edge of Undergrowth with ease. There were no walls surrounding the city, only log houses here and there. The streets were filled with bustling drows running about. An outpost stood on the main road, a few dozen paces beyond the houses. A few guards patrolled the road, walking from the outpost down to the nearest house and back.


    Stryg assumed the outpost served as some sort of checkpoint for new arrivals, but as he looked around therge open space all around them, he began to seriously doubt the security of this city.


    Astrid walked up to Loh and bowed deeply, This is where we must leave you. My guildmates and I need to regroup with the rest of my guild and hold a proper funeral for our fallen.


    Thank you for your guidance through Glimmer Grove, Loh bowed her head. My people and I are grateful. She took out a pouch of coins and handed it to the redheaded woman, For the families of the lost.


    Astrid smiled warmly, Thank you, mydy. Your kindness will not be forgotten. She bowed once more, Safe travels, mydy. I pray you find victory at the tourney.


    Thank you. Take care of yourselves, the world is growing more dangerous each day, Loh said.


    We will try our best, Astrid nodded. She made a short bow to the rest of the mages before she gathered her hunters and marched back into the forest, their bodies fading into the treeline.


    Theyre good folk, Loh muttered. She nced back at Stryg, So whats your first impression of Undergrowth?


    They dont have walls? Stryg twisted his lips.


    Hollow Shade is the only Great City that does, Loh said.


    How do they protect themselves from threats? Stryg asked.


    Against armies? They rely on their natural defenses. Frost Rim is surrounded by the Rupture Mountains, Murtkon has the Silent Marshes, and Undergrowth has Glimmer Grove, Loh pointed at the enormous forest surrounding the city.


    And what about smaller threats? Like a group of assassins who just run into the city? How are they supposed to stop that?


    Thats why they have guards, Loh said.


    Stryg nced at the outpost, Yeah They dont seem very reliable, he said dryly.


    I wasnt talking about them, Loh smiled. She nudged his shoulder and pointed at one of the nearby trees.


    Stryg nced between the tree and Loh questioningly, until he caught a slight hint of movement among the trees purple leaves.


    Stryg narrowed his eyes, What the?


    The rangers of Undergrowth are stealthy and quite effective, best remember that, Loh patted his back before she walked down to the outpost.


    After a few moments she walked back to them, a stack of papers in her hands.


    Okay everyone, gather up, Loh called out.


    The mages shambled their way towards her and stood around in a haphazard circle. Vayu and Tauri carried Ismene in a stretcher and stood a few paces away.


    Did everything work out? Vayu asked in a hopeful tone.


    Loh nodded, Yeah, the guards epted our travel permits. Here, each of you take one of these, she passed out the slips of paper to each one of them. Undergrowths travelws are quitexpared to Hollow Shade. Still, these papers prove that you are mages here for the tourney. They should keep you out of trouble if anythinges up.


    Thank you, Freya grabbed her slip with a wide smile. I can finally get into a nice tavern and soak in a long hot bath.


    Ooh, that does sound nice! Sylvie said with delight.


    And on that note, my grandfather has already prearranged some rooms for us in one of the citys most luxurious taverns, Loh grinned.


    Thank the gods Lord Noir spares no expense, Callum sighed with relief.


    Indeed, I look forward to tasting Undergrowths finest teas, Cornelius twisted the curled edges of his mustache.


    I have to go to the citys magic academy and confirm our arrival and get the tourneys itinerary, Loh said. In the meantime, Tauri, do you mind getting all our rooms set up for us at the tavern?


    You dont have to ask me twice, Tauri smiled.


    Is there anywhere to get a drink? Stryg asked.


    Many. The real question is, are any of them good, Callum winked.


    My brother told me of this really nice alehouse he went tost time he visited Undergrowth on one of his business trips, Freya said. We could go now if youre all up for it.


    Sounds great, its been too many days since Ist drank blood, Callum licked his lips.


    ~Same~ Sylvie rubbed her stomach dramatically.


    Freya, I thought you wanted to go soak in a bath? Stryg asked.


    Freya shrugged, Well, as team captain its my job to make sure our team has their needs met Aaand I also like to have a nice bottle of spirits with me whenever I take a bath.


    No judgment here, Callum chuckled.


    A fresh drink does sound nice, Cornelius muttered. Miss Katag, would you like to join us?


    No thanks, I still have to get all our rooms ready, Tauri shook her head.


    Ah, of course. In that case, I will join you, Cornelius nodded.


    What? You dont need to do that Tauri said.


    No, I insist, Cornelius smiled. I will ensure we get the best possible rooms for the entire group, just leave it to me.


    Thanks? Tauri said wryly.


    Master Vayu, are youing? Stryg asked.


    Thank you, but I dont drink anymore, Vayu said. Besides, I need to take Lady Ismene to the Pale Lotus.


    Pale Lotus? Stryg asked.


    Theyre a white mage guild based in Undergrowth, Vayu said. They boast the best healers in the city. A few days with them and Lady Ismene will be back to her usual self.


    Thats good, Stryg smiled tiredly. He felt as if a weight had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders.


    Oi, Stryg! Loh ced her hands on her hips, Tourney contestants are forbidden from using magic outside of the tourney. So dont go causing any trouble while were here, understood?


    Stryg nodded, I wouldnt dream of it.


    ~~~


    The Melodic Moment was the greatest alehouse in Undergrowth or at least it was the most mboyant. A dozen baster statues dotted the borate niches on the ebony wooden walls. Streams of bright-colored silks hung from the ceilingnterns. Thenterns themselves were enchanted and iid with small magestones, fueled with white mana. The soft blue light they gave off granted the alehouse its iconic aloof atmosphere.


    A famous songstress sang from a small balcony that rose from the wall seamlessly as if it was just another branch sprouting from a tree. A small, but well-equipped group of minstrels yed a soothing tune from underneath the balcony, apanying the bards voices wlessly.


    Behind the long polished bar stood half a dozen shelves filled with a practically endless amount of expensive and rare bottles of alcohol.


    <em> Expensive</em>.


    That was the word Veronica realized.


    <em> Expensive</em>.


    This whole ce screamed of expensive as if it was all it was trying to achieve, as if there was nothing more that mattered. Gods forbid someone actually might have fun here. Of course, in retrospect, expensive was probably the only reason Heather had chosen this alehouse.


    The Great House of Navis had acquired copious amounts of wealth in the past few generations and Heather was determined to unt her familys money in whatever ways she could find.


    Usually, Veronica didnt mind. Their social circle was filled with children of affluent Houses, spending gold was second nature to them. Unfortunately, Damian Parvus was with them today. The Great House of Parvus was the richest family in Undergrowth, second only to the legendary Great House of Thorn. Which meant Heather had to take them to the most <em>expensive</em> alehouse in the entire city, her pride wouldnt allow anything less.


    Veronica disliked the aloof, cold ambiance of ces like this. She preferred the more lively taverns in the lower stratas of the city. So long as she dressed with some of her servants clothes, no one in those taverns would ever know she was an aristocrat, let alone the daughter of a Great House. She could act whatever way she wanted in those taverns, free from the expectations of society.


    But here, in this expensive Melodic Moment alehouse, people were expected to act with a certain air of elegance. Everyone here was probably either a wealthy merchant or some aristocrat, the only thing for certain was that they were all a bunch of gossips. If Veronica acted out in any way her parents would know every detail of the entire incident before dinner time.


    Worse, Heather had announced herself and her friends the moment they walked in. Everyones eyes had gone wide at the sight of the three scions of Great Houses. The guests had all quickly dispersed from the bar and made their way to the tables at the far corners of the alehouse, yet their attention stayed on Veronica and her friends as they sat down at the bar.


    Theyre staring at us, Veronica muttered, peeved.


    Do you want to go somewhere else? Damian asked kindly.


    Let them stare, Heather said smugly and brushed her white hair back.


    Wee back, Miss Navis, the barkeep bowed and offered her a ss of blue wine.


    Youe here often? Veronica raised her eyebrow.


    Once in a while, Heather sipped her drink. You must admit its nice to have such a nice bar all to ourselves, hm?


    If I wanted to drink alone I could do it at home, <em>without</em> strangers staring at me, Veronica grumbled.


    Then how about you drink with me? Damian smiled lightly. He nced at the barkeep, Two of your best sses.


    "Right away, Mister Parvus, the barkeep nodded eagerly.


    Youe here too? Veronica asked.


    Sometimes, Damian shrugged.


    Veronica wondered why Damian sat on the stool between Heather and herself. Heather always sat in the middle of any gathering, she always loved to be the center of attention. So why?


    Wait a sec, Veronica narrowed her eyes. Did you two set this up? Is this some kind of blind date? Is that why were at this empty bar?


    Well, Id hardly call it blind, per se. Were all on the same team after all, Heather said wryly.


    Damian blushed, I-It was supposed to be a double date.


    Veronica nced at the empty chair next to Heather, Someone stood you up? <em>You</em>? Our academys Miss Beautiful three years in a row? Who woul- Oooh She smirked, You asked out Calex, didnt you?


    Heather clicked her tongue, He was supposed to be here. He promised.


    That sounds unlikely, Veronica said dryly. What did he say exactly?


    W-well, I told him wed be having drinks tonight, Heather stuttered.


    Uh-huh, and then what happened? Veronica asked.


    Calex, um, he and walked away, Heather whispered.


    He what now? Speak up, Veronica asked.


    Heather bit her lip, He nodded and walked away.


    Thats it? Damian winced sympathetically.


    Hah, I knew it! Veronica burst intoughter. Calex Thorn isnt the kind of man to just casually ept a date.


    Hes a Thorn, theyre different from the rest of us, Damian nodded.


    More like <em>indifferent</em>. Calex doesnt care about anyone but his family and their legacy, Veronica said.


    Yeah, but thats his charm, hes just above it all, Heather smiled longingly.


    ~Yeah~ Veronica sighed wistfully.


    Um, Im right here too, you know, Damian said, displeased.


    Oh dont be so intimidated, Parvus, Heather patted his shoulder. Calex is in a league of his own, no onesparing you two.


    Is that supposed to make me feel better? Damian frowned.


    I mean, yeah, Veronica giggled sympathetically. You know youre pretty cute.


    You think so? Damians eyes brightened.


    But, Calex has this ss-like beauty, you know? Veronica shrugged. Like perfectly chiseled, a work of art. Its just how it is. Everyone admires the Thorns from afar, that doesnt mean you matter any less though. Youre still a catch. Veronica raised her hands and leaned back, Just not my catch.


    Damian hung his head in bitter rejection.


    Hey, I thought you werent interested in Calex, Heather said suspiciously.


    Im not, not like that at least, Veronica grinned. Unlike you, I know whats possible and whats not. Calex wont date anyone his mother doesnt approve of and we all know Lady Thorn doesnt think <em>anyone </em>is good enough for her son.


    So, theres still a chance? Damian looked up with a cocky grin.


    Veronica shook her head, You really dont know when to give up, huh?


    My family didnt rise to greatness through idleness, Damian said.


    Hm Maybe you have a little Calex in you after all, Veronica smiled coyly.


    Ugh, this is boring, Heather groaned. Without Calex here whats the point? Maybe we should just leave, Veronica?


    We could stay a little longer, Damian said. Barkeep, you must hear all sorts of interesting rumors. Anything scious to entertain our friend?


    The barkeep nodded and closed his eyes in thought, Hmm One of House Talons maids went to clean one of their mansions extra bedrooms, but when she opened the door she caught Lord Talons wife being rammed in from behind by a-


    Centaur, yeah, thatsst weeks news, Heather sighed. I heard Lord Talon slit the centaurs balls off and made him eat it. Then he gutted the centaur in front of the stables.


    ...What happened to his wife? Veronica asked weakly.


    Disappeared or so the story goes, Heather said eerily.


    ...So shes dead, Veronica guessed.


    Obviously, she was just somemoner before she married into House Talon, Heather said. No one important will miss her.


    Fuck Veronica swallowed uneasily.


    Heather tapped the bar table, Anything else? Something new?


    The barkeep furrowed his brow, Um Oh! I got one. One of the merchants came in this morning. He ims that one of his caravans was traveling near the edge of Glimmer Grove and identally wandered into Vulture Woods


    Really? What happened? Heather leaned forward.


    They say some of the caravan guards saw a pair of sylvan goblins, the barkeep said.


    Sylvan folk, really? Heathers blue eyes widened with interest.


    But get this, the barkeep whispered. The goblins were riding <em>wolves</em>.


    Wolves? Bullshit, Heather shook her head. No one can ride a wolf, itd bite your leg off first.


    The barkeep shrugged, Forgive me, Miss Navis. I donte up with the stories.


    Goblins riding wolves, huh? Veronica mused. I guess its not as crazy as those dragon rumors.


    Nothing is as crazy as that, Damian chuckled.


    The Melodic Moments door mmed open with a loud bang. The songstress and minstrels stopped mid-song at the abrupt noise. The alehouses patrons'' heads snapped towards the door, their eyes widened in surprise.


    Damian furrowed his brow, What the?


    A voluptuous dire ducked her head under the doorway and stepped inside the wide room. She nced around the alehouse with an excited grin. Oooh, I like the blue lights, nice touch, Sylvie said.


    Vampire? Veronica muttered.


    It was rare to see any non-drow frequenting any well-established alehouse, let alone one as expensive as this. Not that anyone seemed to beining, both men and women alike stared wide-eyed at the gorgeous vampiress.


    I cant see anything, move your big ass, a voiceined from behind the dire vampiress.


    Oops, my bad, Sylvieughed lightly and stepped aside from the doorway.


    Finally, Freya rolled her eyes and walked in. Huh, well what do you know? This ce isnt half bad.


    Heather narrowed her eyes, A dwarf Golden hair and eyes? And those borate hair beads Is she a Goldelm?


    A Hollow-Shader? Veronicas face lit with interest.


    Callum walked in behind Freya and nced at the stacked shelves behind the bar. He sighed with relief, Finally, some decent bottles of blood wine.


    Another vampire? Damian whispered.


    Just some more visitors here to watch the tourney, Heather smirked. Looks like they all came to see their citys team lose.


    A fourth figure walked into the Melodic Moment, he wore a ck cloak and kept his face hidden beneath the hood. He was shorter than the vampires but taller than the dwarf. Yet unlike the rest, this visitor did not speak. Instead, he pushed past the other three and made his way straight to the bar. He pulled back a stool a few seats away from Veronica and sat down. The stool creaked underneath his weight.


    Stryg mmed his palm over the bar and turned to the barkeep, Two bottles of your best dwarven Fire-Breath.