The Unsuspecting Mage - Brian S. Pratt [92]
“Sounds like someone we need to stay clear of,” he says. “I’m planning on moving us to the Silver Bells, the inn where Perrilin said he was engaged to play. When you find out anything, meet me there.”
“Alright,” says Miko as he opens the door. “I’ll see you there.”
Once Miko leaves, James changes into a clean set of clothes and then finishes gathering the rest of his things. Going down to the common room he finds Inius there sitting by the front window looking out into the street.
He turns as James approaches, a sad look on his face. “What’s wrong?” James asks.
“Furball is missing,” he says. “She was around last night when I locked up, but I haven’t seen her since.”
“That’s too bad,” consoles James. “I’m sure she’ll turn up.”
“I hope so,” Inius says, “she’s all I have left of my Eliena. Of course, I have grown fond of her too.” He sees that James is carrying his belongings and says, “Leaving us today?”
“Afraid so,” James replies as he hands over the room key. “Something’s come up and I need to go. You can go ahead and keep the advance for the next two days, I really enjoyed your inn and your people.”
“Thank you,” he says. “If you are ever in Cardri again, I hope you will stay with us.”
“I’m sure I will,” he assures him. “And if I should see Furball, I’ll get her back to you.”
“I would appreciate that,” Inius says as he turns back and continues staring out the window.
Exiting out the back, James goes over to the stable and finds that his horse has been well cared for, the straw in the stall looking clean and fresh. He comes over and pats him on the side, “They treating you well, boy?”
“Of course they are,” a voice answers from behind him. Turning, he sees the surly stableman from yesterday, the man’s disposition apparently little improved. In his hands the man carries a bale of fresh straw.
“Good day to you,” James greets cheerfully, stepping aside as the man brushes past on his way to deposit the straw in the next stall.
“I suppose it may be,” the man replies. “You leavin’?” he asks as he grabs a pitchfork and spreads the straw evenly across the floor.
“Yes, heading out today,” he answers as he continues readying his horse.
The man looks at James over the stall wall, makes a grunting noise and then walks back out the front.
“Friendly sort of chap, eh?” he asks his horse. The horse just snorts for an answer. “I agree,” he says as he finishes up with securing all his bags to, and around, the saddle. He then mounts and rides from the stable, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be taking a special interest in him. Since last night he intends to keep on his guard, watching for anyone that may be following him.
When he arrives at Cardri’s middle wall, he finds but a single, wide gate giving entry here where there had been two in the outer wall. The gate is quite busy with many people passing through, though not nearly the crowd that had bottlenecked the outer one. As James approaches the gate, the guards visually inspect him as he rides by, but make no attempt to approach him.
On the other side he finds the streets to be much cleaner, and once you get past the immediate area of the gate, the buildings slowly make way for residences and estates. A broad thoroughfare runs left and right from the gate, extending further into the city. Seeing a man walk by with several packages, most likely making deliveries by the modest way he’s dressed, James hails him, “Excuse me sir.”
The man turns and sees James to be the one hailing him. “Yes sir?” the man asks as he stops to see what he wants.
“I was wondering if you could tell me where I might find the Silver Bells?” James asks him.
Pointing down the street to the right, he says “Follow the road that way, you can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” James says as the man once again resumes his progress.
Turning his horse, James makes his way down the road to the right. The buildings are very well kept up and the businesses are of a higher quality as well. Instead of the taverns and more mundane shops prevalent in the outer area,