Orsgadts
Galvey

“Enough, Fiona. We are not traveling,” protest Emune to Fiona who is shopping casually at the supermarket.

“We are traveling. As I recall no one requires us to quickly arrive at Eimersun,” Fiona replied. He was busy trying some scarves that in the end he did not buy one.

“Isn't faster better? Arrand must be worried about us.” Emune scowling.

“You forgot Greg? Arrand will not be concerned if we come in two months or three months,” he said cheerfully.

“No, no, no. We have to get out of Arsyna.” Emune can't wait two months.

Fiona stops her from choosing perfume. He sprayed the one he held into Emune's hand and sniffed. Emune pulled her hand and wiped the perfume-smelling part onto her shirt. Emune's nose knows it smells like roses but it's too hard in his opinion.

“Why should we rush out of Arsyna? After Galvey, there are still many cities that we have to go through to get to the southern gate of Imperia. Those cities are really good, Emune. You're gonna love this trip. Relax,” said Fiona.

Emune approached and whispered. “Arsyna is in pain, many robbers. You don't remember the incident in Darfin?”

“There's Greg. Wait a minute,” Fiona holds both Emune's shoulders. He looked from top to bottom. While muttering and frowning, he twisted Emune's body twice. “Well, there's one thing we have to sort out. Follow me.” Fiona pulls Emune out of the perfume shop.

“No. I want to go back to the inn,” reject Emune. They attract each other witnessed by people passing by. “This is a shame, Fiona,” protest Emune.

“I won't hesitate to drag you, Emune. Do I need Greg to pick you up?” Fiona grinned sadistically.

“This is too much! Greg, do something,” pinta Emune on Greg.

“Hmm .. I think I should wait for you guys at the store,” said Greg who then went to save himself from the two little girls he had to take care of.

Emune glares. “Traitors!” he yelled at Greg who passed by while grinning. Emune surrendered, Fiona was almost the size of him but in terms of power he lost far. Where could possibly win against him, Emune thought.

Fiona stopped in front of a building that was neater and cleaner than the others. He took Emune in. Emune looked at the inside of the shop with shining eyes. Beautiful and luxurious clothes lined up neatly complete with accessories from silver and bronze. Emune was speechless as Fiona held him straight to the back of the shop.

“Aha! Here goes! Practical travel clothes. Easy to wear and can be for running, jumping and rolling on the ground.” Fiona checked the materials and stitches of the clothes.

Emune was speechless looking at the clothes shown by Fiona. Clothes are like men's clothes. A tunic, leather belt, trousers and boots.

“Why should I wear clothes like this?” ask Emune plain.

“You will be more comfortable and easier to move. Remember darfin? You can kink easily if you use this,” replied Fiona.

“Why should I wear this while you wear a dress?” ask Emune again.

Fiona laughed softly. “Because I'm used to moving with this. I can also fight while wearing it. Let's quickly choose. Three pairs I think is enough. There are still many places we must visit.”

“Alright but I will wear it tomorrow.” Emune chose three sets of clothes as Fiona pointed out and added two long dark robes.

Emune brought out her groceries happily. Even though he had a fight with Fiona, he realized that what Fiona said was true. He did not want to be a burden on anyone so he had to do something with his limited physical ability.

Outside the shop, Greg was waiting. He took Emune's groceries and followed them from behind. Greg smiled to see Fiona who continued to tour the supermarket from there happily. Emune seemed to be transmitting a bit of femininity to him. He will gladly be a tomboyish Fiona change observer, of course from a safe distance.

Proner arrived in Galvey in the afternoon and headed straight to the supermarket. He didn't want to lose time to find the girl. The supermarket was almost five hundred meters long with various types of goods offered on the left and right sides. Unlike other markets, here the market is divided by a wide street that allows visitors to shop to any side easily. Another advantage is that traders cannot sell their trade on the streets. The city authorities were very strict and set a fine of one piece of gold for those who violated it. When gold currency is at stake, no trader is willing to risk breaking that rule.

As Proner recalled, nearly twenty-three stone mirror artisans were in Galvey and the only one adjoining the florist was just east of the supermarket. He rushed there. He was a shrewd hunter and he guaranteed not to lose the girl, even if the prophecy was true.

There are! The prisoner found the girl. Just across the street, a girl with the same features as the prophecy was standing there. Brown-haired girl, her eyes were not clearly visible from Proner's place but she was wearing a leather bracelet and was holding a rose.

The Proner did not rush to approach him. He chose to observe from far away. Seeing the girl in his prophecy actually exist in the real world, he clucked in awe. The fortune teller is not a fraud. Maybe he'll take the time to apologize to her one day.

Pretending to walk in search of the item to be purchased, Proner watched the girl carefully. From across he could see a man and a woman coming over and talking to him. The man handed over a package that the girl happily accepted.

A moment later the man and woman walked away leaving the girl who immediately walked east and stopped in front of the woodcarving merchant. Proner wondered what the girl was talking about with the woodcutter. He crossed over and pretended to buy a stone mirror.

Still unable to hear the girl's conversation, Proner walked past the girl and stopped in front of the wine merchant. Incidentally, he thought, Galvey's wine was quite good and he indeed had to buy a new wine for his provisions. Now he could hear the conversation clearly.

“There are bears, tigers, rabbits and various animals,” the girl speaks with clear pronunciation.

“Aah. The wine lovers paradise. You're not like a drinking man. Try Galvey wines. It tastes a little sweet, smells nice and not too harsh. I recommend the store next door,” said the woodcutter while pointing to the wine shop where Proner stood.

The girl looked at the shop next door. He saw a thin mustachioed old man and a young man who might be Fiona's age talking. He smiled at both. He spoke again to the woodcutter.

“What city is it? My uncle likes to puzzle. He only mentioned one clue earlier,” said the girl in a sad tone.

“Farclere. Three days' journey from here via the usual route. It'll be faster if you cut through Eufrack, just two days. The road is better but in the area there has been a robbery, people are afraid to go through there.” The woodcutter played down his voice in the last sentence.

The girl nodded in understanding. “Thank you. Oh, I want this rabbit. Very funny.”

“Good choice. One cute bunny for you,” said the woodcutter. He handed the rabbit sculpture to the girl who gave him a small silver coin.

Proner felt that he had heard enough of the girl's purpose. He didn't know what was going to happen or what to do after this. He thought he should observe first until he was sure that the girl and the two people he was talking to earlier, the man and the woman, were a group so that he would be safe even without Proner. He planned to take him to Farclare.

In Farclere, Proner will be looking for an opportunity to talk to him. Now he was a little annoyed at the fortune teller for not enough clues that he got. Keeping that girl from what or who? When and until when? He scratched his head.

The street lights started to light up. Although the day has been night, visitors to the supermarket are not also reduced. An increasingly crowded part of the city is a row of drinking houses and inns. The supermarket will be closed soon but the rest will continue to operate non-stop.

From a safe distance, Proner sees the girl, unlucky she doesn't know her name, reunited with her friends. Looks like they're going to the drinking house. Proner collides with a woman until she falls, she immediately helps him and apologizes. The girl's friend who acted like a hero cursed and was about to attack but the woman stopped him because she saw Proner carrying a sword.

Proner is upset about losing his quarry. The girl was gone from sight but she would look for her to the drinking house. Maybe he was there, he thought.

Fiona is actually reluctant to take Emune to the drinking house but leaving him alone is much more dangerous. There were three dining establishments that Fiona had visited and she chose the one closest to their inn which was only a few meters from the western end of the supermarket. Without realizing it, he had been traveling around the supermarket non-stop since they arrived in Galvey. Fiona smiled looking at the sleepy-looking Emune. They won't linger, just fill their stomachs so they can rest peacefully tonight.

The crowd on the main street of the highway suddenly scattered by the riding troupe. The cry of the people collided with the clattering of horse legs. The riders were dressed in black and covered their faces with cloth until only a savage spy was seen.

As the speeding horse cleaves the streets, its riders use their weapons to get rid of those who stand in its way. The unlucky ones fell down with cuts of swords and spears. Horrible screams sounded here and there.

“Surge! Move!” the panicked people saved themselves.