“How was it?” Jurot asked ohey had returned from the show.

  “It retty good,” Adam said. “You know, I think you sehere to remio remember my pce.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You guys are pretty scary,” Adam said, recalling how the old Iyrman puhe Twilight Fox back to die. He mao kill a Twilight Fox only because he had Phantom and a bunch of cheat like abilities, but that Iyrman had only used their great strength.

  “Yes,” Jurot said. “We are.”

  “y Warriors and Wanderers now?” Turot asked, looking up at Adam expetly.

  “Oh. I did promise that, didn’t I?” Adam looked down at the children, noting their excitement withiired eyes. “I’m really tired tonight, so let’s do it aime.”

  Turot frowned. “You said y today.”

  “I know, I know, but I am really tired. You will not enjoy it if I do it today, because I will not be very good. Like how I ’t ent well when I am sleepy, I ot run the game when I am sleepy.”

  Turot the logic, but sighed. “Okay.”

  “Good things e to those who wait, but that’s a lie, so just trust me that I will definitely run a game for you soon, okay?” Adam ruffled the boy’s hair.

  “Okay.”

  “You will get vengean those Orcs, and it will taste all the more sweeter.”

  Turot’s nostrils fred, obviously a the imaginary Orcs who had dared to betray him. “I ot believe they have betrayed us.” He shook his head and stormed off to his parents.

  ‘Damn,’ Adam said, noting the way his parents looked at him. ‘Right, I still o seduce them.’

  “Are you thinking something stupid again?” Lucy asked.

  “No,” Adam replied. “I’m thinking about how to seduce Mirot and Gorot.”

  “That’s so…” Lucy stopped. “Smart. You weren’t thinking of something stupid for once?”

  “What do you mean for once?” Adam asked. “I’ve thought smart things before, at least twice.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like being a Nephew of the Rot family, and being your friend,” Adam said.

  “I ’t argue against that.”

  “Wait, only one of those things was smart.”

  Luarrowed her eyes at him. “You’re on thin ice, Adam.”

  Adam smirked.

  “I’ve do,” called a voice, a stumbling Tinkerer appearing. “Adam. I’ve do.”

  Adam stared at Filliam. ‘I fot all about him.’ “You’ve dohe task?”

  “Yes,” he mao say. Filliam’s eyes were drooping, barely able to be kept awake, and he was half slumped over.

  “Great,” Adam said. “How many you make?” The capitalist nature bined with his brotherly nature to care about the toys before the exhausted Tinkerer.

  “At least fifty,” Filliam replied, nodding his head, a smile on his fabsp;

  “Fifty? How much for eae?”

  “A gold for eae,” he said. “If Jurot is willing to help me, it may be cheaper, but they will not st as long.”

  “Stick with the gold ,” Adam said. “How many you make a day?”

  “Five for now, but I’m sure I make double that sooner or ter,” he assured.

  “Cool. I’ll leave it to you, then.”

  “Leave it to me,” Filliam said.

  “Who is this?” Kaygak asked, eyeing the Tinkerer suspiciously.

  “This is Filliam, a Tinkerer,” Adam said. “He’s been making me some stuff for the children.”

  “What stuff?” Kaygak asked, her eyes now suspiciously gring at the Half Elf.

  Adam smiled. “You’ll see soon enough.”

  “Is it like the Dragon?”

  “No,” Adam said. “I ’t afford that.”

  “Adam, have you been winding up the watch weekly?” Filliam asked.

  “What? I o do that?” Adam asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “You did.”

  “Oh.”

  The children had been paying attention to hear what the Tinkerer was making, though Adam had not yet let it slip, and Filliam could feel their gazes on him, but refused to say.

  “Take care of yourself,” Adam said, patting the Tinkerer’s shoulder. “Why don’t you…” Adam caught the dropping Tinkerer, who closed his eyes and fell dead asleep. “How rude,” Adam said. “He didn’t eve me finish my sentence.”

  “He may sleep in the spare room,” Sonarot said, sing Lanarot for the Tinkerer, a good trade in Adam’s eyes, as she carried the thin Tinkerer away to another room where he could sleep in peace.

  “Hello babby,” Adam said, brushing her hair gently. “Did anyone bully you?”

  Lanarot pointed up and squealed, before ling herself into his chest. She sucked against her hand, still smiling up at her brother.

  “Sorry, Lanarot, but even I ’t beat God,” Adam said. “Yet.”

  The Iyrmen and Lucy stared at Adam, w if he was joking. They were certain they had heard something ridiculously crazy, but decided against engaging with it.

  Strom snickered from afar, trying to stop himself from ughing so hard.

  “What is the matter?” Iromin asked.

  “That young man sure says some crazy things,” Strom said.

  “What did he say?” Iromin asked, skipping the most obvious question of how the man mao hear Adam from hundreds of metres away, with hundreds of Iyrmen all chattiween them. ‘This is the Iyr,’ the Chief thought, certain. ‘Only Elder Story has such a great ability.’

  “He ’t beat God, yet,” Strom said, howling with ughter, drinking more of his alcohol.

  ‘That does sound like Adam,’ Iromin thought.

  “It’s a shame I won’t be alive to see it,” Strom said, drinking more. “I wonder if I should spend Twilight Month with him instead.”

  Iromin wasn’t sure which would be more favourable for his heart. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so stressed before trying to keep Strned in.

  ‘Elder Story, please help.’

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  “Will you ent today?” Sonarot asked, noting how Adam held the same look as when he was lucky.

  “I probably should, but…” He picked his baby sister up. “Though I did say I wouldn’t.” He nuzzled her nose, before holding her in his arms. “No, no. I should spend the st day with Lanarot at least.”

  “Then will you take her around?”

  “Sure,” Adam said. “Should we go and have some fun together? Do you want to go with y brothers? I’ll bully Jurot until he says he’ll e with us.”

  “You should spend some time with yuests,” Sonarot said. “It may do you well.”

  Adam recalled his date with Vonda, and threw a go the side, avoiding his sister’s gaze. “I suppose I should.”

  Ohey had finished breakfast, the group gathered together a out to explore the festival together for the st day. Adam dragged Filliam along too, who had worked through most of the festival.

  “I will be uo make the toys today!” Filliam protested.

  “There is time to work and time to py,” Adam said, sounding like an Iyrman. “As much as I am a Brit, we should at least respect the Iyrmen while we’re within their homes!”

  Filliam grumbled, but followed the group along.

  Adam could feel Vonda’s gaze against the back of his head, but he ig, instead enjoying the festival as they tinued moving about. They watched the fights, with Lanarot screaming as though she ossessed by the ination of an unholy being.

  “Lanarot, chill,” Adam said, bringing some bread up to her lips for her to bite. She chewed on the bread happily, pointing at the fighting, and babbling.

  “She truly is an Iyrman,” Sir Vonda joked.

  Adam smiled. “That’s right. She’s growing up so well, though I think it is a little too zealous.” He brushed her hair. “You should be enjoying c at this age, and I don’t mean c the snow with the blood of your enemies.”

  Lanarot bit into Adam’s finger as she tried to eat the bread, causing him to pull babsp;

  “You bad girl,” Adam said, ping her cheek gently and wiggling it.

  “I did not know you could ent,” Vonda said.

  “It never came up,” Adam said. “Plus, I’m not sure I should tell you, in case you tell the other Priests.”

  “I will keep your secret,” she said. “As you have kept mine.”

  Adam slowly nodded his head. “I didn’t tell Kitool and Jaygak about your thing, I just told them that they should probably listen to you about your task si would be good for them.”

  “You wao share the glory with them?”

  “I don’t care about glory,” Adam replied, simply. “I mean, sure, maybe a little, but not that much. I have so many other things to worry about, and the glory might be a little awkward for me, sidering my ears.”

  “You’re se, Adam.”

  “Yeah,” he replied, simply.

  “Do you have any other secrets?”

  “Many.”

  Sir Vonda nodded her head. “Everyone has their secrets.”

  “Yeah.”

  “The Iyr has so many too.”

  “Yeah,” Adam said, smiling. “I uand why, sidering, you know.”

  “sidering what?”

  “They’re freaking crazy.”

  Sir Vonda smiled. “They are, aren’t they?”

  The group explored the festival together, before sitting down at several tables out of the way.

  “About the pn from before,” Sir Vonda said. “You said you wao make a prote agency of sorts, roup of inns. You mentioned dumping money into it. Was that money ing from your enting?”

  “Yeah,” Adam said. “Most likely.”

  “You ent?” Filliam asked, staring at Adam, his eyes full of shock.

  Adam smiled.

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