Chapter 184: His Day in Court
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Chapter 184: His Day in Court
His Day in Court
As Tibert's words rang across the clearing, demanding Martel's head on a stake, Kerra's laughter came in response. Heart beating in his chest like a drum, Martel did not find anything amusing about this, but he hoped Kerra's response indicated how he should feel about this demand.
"Allow me to reply," the Copper Lady said, stepping forward to approach the middle. Tibert remained where he was, staring down at her. "I freely admit that a mage of my acquaintance entered the fights at The Broken Crown. You all know how that went."
The people laughed and smiled; apparently, the story had spread. Tibert only looked more infuriated, if possible, but although Martel expected him to interject, he remained silent.
"But I never told him to hurt Tibert or cause any destruction. The fact that Tibert stands before us unharmed, and his tavern is in one piece, should be ample proof that I made no attempt against him. Even the shoddiest arsonist should be able to burn down a wooden building if armed by magic," she declared.
"Only because he was interrupted," Tibert shouted, finally giving his retort. "He was revealed to be a mage before he could properly set to work, but he still gave it a good try, setting my fighting hall on fire."
"We can ask the mage himself what happened," Kerra suggested. "If you don't mind relinquishing your little platform."
"Let's hear from the wizard and be done with this," demanded Ironside, the stern master of the market.
Growling, Tibert jumped down and stepped aside while Kerra turned and motioned for Martel to come forward. As the novice approached the pedestal, adjusting the scarf around his face, Tibert glared daggers at him.
"Tell the council what occurred," the Keeper instructed Martel as the latter stepped onto the platform.
Looking around, Martel felt the eyes of all Nine Lords upon him. It was intimidating, to say the least; especially with the empty stone buildings and the surrounding darkness, only disrupted by weak torchlight. He had little doubt that if they desired it, they could easily learn his identity regardless of the mask on his face. He felt angry at Kerra as well, who had claimed he faced no danger from these people. He wondered if she had known from the start that Tibert would demand his death.
"I agree, which is why I doubt this was the full extent of his plan," Kerra considered.
He glanced at her. "What do you mean?"
"You've met the man. Does he seem like the sort who goes to court for revenge?"
"But why else would he drag us all out here?" Martel asked.
"Because now he knows where we are and when. In an isolated place, undisturbed, far from my stronghold with only a handful of guards."
The implications hit Martel like an arrow. "You think he's going to attack us?"
"That would be his style. Keep your eyes open. We are not safe until we are back at The Copper Drum."
"But I thought the Pact forbade him from attacking you?"
"There are other ways of getting revenge besides killing someone," Kerra muttered. "Now I suggest you keep your magic ready at a moment's notice."
They continued down the cobbled streets of the dead city. Before, the place had already felt foreboding and ominous. Now, Martel imagined death lurking within every shadow. He gripped his staff tighter, looking at his companions. All four of Kerra's guards walked with tense expressions, apparently having the same thoughts as she did.
Martel wanted to shout. He wanted to grab Kerra by the shoulders and shake her, yelling into her face and ask why she had allowed them to be this vulnerable. Distracted by these thoughts, he only noticed the ambush as it happened.
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Chapter 184: His Day in Court
His Day in Court
As Tibert's words rang across the clearing, demanding Martel's head on a stake, Kerra's laughter came in response. Heart beating in his chest like a drum, Martel did not find anything amusing about this, but he hoped Kerra's response indicated how he should feel about this demand.
"Allow me to reply," the Copper Lady said, stepping forward to approach the middle. Tibert remained where he was, staring down at her. "I freely admit that a mage of my acquaintance entered the fights at The Broken Crown. You all know how that went."
The people laughed and smiled; apparently, the story had spread. Tibert only looked more infuriated, if possible, but although Martel expected him to interject, he remained silent.
"But I never told him to hurt Tibert or cause any destruction. The fact that Tibert stands before us unharmed, and his tavern is in one piece, should be ample proof that I made no attempt against him. Even the shoddiest arsonist should be able to burn down a wooden building if armed by magic," she declared.
"Only because he was interrupted," Tibert shouted, finally giving his retort. "He was revealed to be a mage before he could properly set to work, but he still gave it a good try, setting my fighting hall on fire."
"We can ask the mage himself what happened," Kerra suggested. "If you don't mind relinquishing your little platform."
"Let's hear from the wizard and be done with this," demanded Ironside, the stern master of the market.
Growling, Tibert jumped down and stepped aside while Kerra turned and motioned for Martel to come forward. As the novice approached the pedestal, adjusting the scarf around his face, Tibert glared daggers at him.
"Tell the council what occurred," the Keeper instructed Martel as the latter stepped onto the platform.
Looking around, Martel felt the eyes of all Nine Lords upon him. It was intimidating, to say the least; especially with the empty stone buildings and the surrounding darkness, only disrupted by weak torchlight. He had little doubt that if they desired it, they could easily learn his identity regardless of the mask on his face. He felt angry at Kerra as well, who had claimed he faced no danger from these people. He wondered if she had known from the start that Tibert would demand his death.
"I agree, which is why I doubt this was the full extent of his plan," Kerra considered.
He glanced at her. "What do you mean?"
"You've met the man. Does he seem like the sort who goes to court for revenge?"
"But why else would he drag us all out here?" Martel asked.
"Because now he knows where we are and when. In an isolated place, undisturbed, far from my stronghold with only a handful of guards."
The implications hit Martel like an arrow. "You think he's going to attack us?"
"That would be his style. Keep your eyes open. We are not safe until we are back at The Copper Drum."
"But I thought the Pact forbade him from attacking you?"
"There are other ways of getting revenge besides killing someone," Kerra muttered. "Now I suggest you keep your magic ready at a moment's notice."
They continued down the cobbled streets of the dead city. Before, the place had already felt foreboding and ominous. Now, Martel imagined death lurking within every shadow. He gripped his staff tighter, looking at his companions. All four of Kerra's guards walked with tense expressions, apparently having the same thoughts as she did.
Martel wanted to shout. He wanted to grab Kerra by the shoulders and shake her, yelling into her face and ask why she had allowed them to be this vulnerable. Distracted by these thoughts, he only noticed the ambush as it happened.
Chapter 184: His Day in CourtHis Day in CourtAs Tibert's words rang across the clearing, demanding Martel's head on a stake, Kerra's laughter came in response. Heart beating in his chest like a drum, Martel did not find anything amusing about this, but he hoped Kerra's response indicated how he should feel about this demand."Allow me to reply," the Copper Lady said, stepping forward to approach the middle. Tibert remained where he was, staring down at her. "I freely admit that a mage of my acquaintance entered the fights at The Broken Crown. You all know how that went."The people laughed and smiled; apparently, the story had spread. Tibert only looked more infuriated, if possible, but although Martel expected him to interject, he remained silent."But I never told him to hurt Tibert or cause any destruction. The fact that Tibert stands before us unharmed, and his tavern is in one piece, should be ample proof that I made no attempt against him. Even the shoddiest arsonist should be able to burn down a wooden building if armed by magic," she declared."Only because he was interrupted," Tibert shouted, finally giving his retort. "He was revealed to be a mage before he could properly set to work, but he still gave it a good try, setting my fighting hall on fire.""We can ask the mage himself what happened," Kerra suggested. "If you don't mind relinquishing your little platform.""Let's hear from the wizard and be done with this," demanded Ironside, the stern master of the market.Growling, Tibert jumped down and stepped aside while Kerra turned and motioned for Martel to come forward. As the novice approached the pedestal, adjusting the scarf around his face, Tibert glared daggers at him."Tell the council what occurred," the Keeper instructed Martel as the latter stepped onto the platform.Looking around, Martel felt the eyes of all Nine Lords upon him. It was intimidating, to say the least; especially with the empty stone buildings and the surrounding darkness, only disrupted by weak torchlight. He had little doubt that if they desired it, they could easily learn his identity regardless of the mask on his face. He felt angry at Kerra as well, who had claimed he faced no danger from these people. He wondered if she had known from the start that Tibert would demand his death."I agree, which is why I doubt this was the full extent of his plan," Kerra considered.He glanced at her. "What do you mean?""You've met the man. Does he seem like the sort who goes to court for revenge?""But why else would he drag us all out here?" Martel asked."Because now he knows where we are and when. In an isolated place, undisturbed, far from my stronghold with only a handful of guards."The implications hit Martel like an arrow. "You think he's going to attack us?""That would be his style. Keep your eyes open. We are not safe until we are back at The Copper Drum.""But I thought the Pact forbade him from attacking you?""There are other ways of getting revenge besides killing someone," Kerra muttered. "Now I suggest you keep your magic ready at a moment's notice."They continued down the cobbled streets of the dead city. Before, the place had already felt foreboding and ominous. Now, Martel imagined death lurking within every shadow. He gripped his staff tighter, looking at his companions. All four of Kerra's guards walked with tense expressions, apparently having the same thoughts as she did.Martel wanted to shout. He wanted to grab Kerra by the shoulders and shake her, yelling into her face and ask why she had allowed them to be this vulnerable. Distracted by these thoughts, he only noticed the ambush as it happened.
