Kurt enjoyed the noodles. He was always up for new experiences and foods, this was both. He didn’t enjoy them fully. The worry of being run out of the city at sword point by the guards put his stomach on edge.
Sovos didn’t seem to mind at all, and Elysia did seem concerned, but not as much as she should be. Maybe it was because she knew that Sovos would protect her.
“Kurt, if Sovos isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” Sig said to his mind from his shoulder.
“I know, I just can’t help but worry, what if one of us gets hurt? What if there is a fight and someone gets killed?”
“There is no point in speculating on things that might or might not be. Be worried about what is.”
“That was rather profound.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Kurt attempted to eat the noodles with the sticks that were given with the bowl, he found it nearly impossible, and went for the spoon instead.
“What do you think of her?” Kurt asked.
“The Necromancer? I’m not sure. When she was being attacked, her emotions were on the level. After Sovos protected her, they were in turmoil, now they have settled, but still lean toward the uneasy. As if she is waiting for something.”
“Not at the moment.”
Sovos and Elysia had finally finished their noodles and stood.
“Well, I hate to put all of that fat man’s work to waste, but I would really like to leave under my own power. So let’s be off.” Sovos said.
“Where to?” Kurt asked.
“The Three Cities, I’m in desperate need of a re-supply. My man is there.”
The Three Cities, a place he had never been. He had started following Sovos to get information on the Academy, but all of these exciting new places were rapidly pushing that down his priority list.
“Wait, how desperate is ‘desperate’?” Elysia asked worriedly.
“Well, I have enough to fight our way out of here, if needs be. But then nothing can happen on the road between here and there. So, more than five, but less than ten.”
They set off to the eastern gate. That way they could avoid the barracks, which was in the northern section of town, and hopefully most of the guards.
They walked quickly and silently down the road past groups of people and more food stands.
“Kurt! Stop!” Sig shouted as he cried out at the same time. The only time he did that was when there was something dangerous ahead.
“Stop! Sig says there is trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Sovos asked.
Kurt got a mental picture of about ten guards blocking the gate from Sig. Perfectly clear, due to Sig’s power of sight. Kurt could have counted the hairs in one of their beards if he wanted too.
“Guards at the gate, they are checking everyone who leaves.”
“Heh,” Sovos chuckled “I told you things would get interesting before too much longer.”