“I only wao do ohing,” Adam said, rubbing his eyes. “I wao make sure, this time, I brought him bae.”

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  “That is quite the tale,” Sonarot said, looking deep into Adam’s eyes, which had twitched slightly aside to read his status.

  It was an unbelievable tale, even to the Iyrmen. They brought back stories of other cultures in order to create a picture for the world outside the Iyr, but this was in a world of its own.

  More importantly, Adam had revealed a great mas of various beings, including the frost bridge of the giants. The Iyrmen had never known how the giants were able to outpace them in the Snownds. They could move hundreds of miles in a single day, but with the theory of this fre, things became clear.

  “I don’t really mind if you don’t believe me,” Adam admitted, feeling the relief spill over his body. “I just wanted you to know why I’m here.”

  Sonarot nodded her head slowly, thinking of the many insistencies within his story, including his motivation behind trying t Jurot back when he also risked Jurot’s life against Balrog the Bane. Yet, the fact that he knew about Jurot and Balrog’s story, seemingly without Jurot revealing it to him, was something which poio his words being true.

  There was the ce of him being able to read minds too, which could have helped him know a few things. Yet, there was the fact that he knew a lot about the Iyr, even though it certainly had ged sidering his st life.

  “You know a lot, son of Fate. To go from meeting the gods, to fag the corruption, to defeating a giant Chief due to your chaotic abilities. You know about much about our people and our s, though they seem to have ged slightly from your previous life, but there are some things which would have been impossible to know. To think you know that Surot is missing, whily a few people know.” This was something which would have been hard to know, even with being able to read minds.

  “Missing, not dead?” Adam asked. He was sure in his st life the man had been presumed dead.

  “I do not believe he is dead, yet. My husband is strong.” The Iyrman smiled. “Whether I believe you or not…” She reached up and brushed his hair. “I do. Or perhaps I don’t, but I will live as though I do.”

  Adam shrugged his shoulders. “It’s the best I could ask for.” He could feel butterflies in his stomach as she brushed his hair.

  “Thank you for returning my son to me alive, Adam.”

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  Adam could feel his emotie within him for a moment, but he pushed them away. “I’ll definitely return him alive from now on, even if it costs me my life. I’ve died twice as many times as him, so I’m used to it.” Adam puffed up his chest heroically, grinning wide. It artly a joke, but he did have the iion of helping Jurot out.

  “No, Adam. Please return to me as well. Lanarot will need a brother as kind and as intelligent as you.” Sonarot smiled, brushing along his cheek with her soft, warm hand. It was warm and motherly, and filled Adam’s heart.

  The half elf gnced aside, avoiding her gaze. “I will.” His words were empty.

  “Promise me.”

  Adam remained silent, but Sonarot pulled his head to her bosom, huggiight. “I promise,” he said.

  She eventually pulled away, smiling at him. "You are always wele in our home, Adam.”

  "Thank you." Adam gnced aside, trying to hide the redness of his face by leaning back away from her. ‘Damn it! This is so embarrassing…’

  The Chief threw Adam a look, w what he should do, but he nodded his head. He uood Sonarot’s iions, of wanting to keep him close to firm things. At least, that’s what he thought she was doing.

  They returned bae, though it was already approag m at the time. Even so, the trio were refreshed, as though they had slept through the night.

  ‘I feel like this is something I shouldn’t know about…’ Adam thought, thinking about the garden. He hadn’t heard Elder Story and hadn’t been introduced to him either.

  As they approached the house, they ghrough the courtyard to see Jurot cooking a sb of meat, stig out his tongue as he trated.

  “Smells good,” Adam said, approag the Iyrman. He was grilling a buneat over some hot rocks, sthered in some kind of fat and herb mixture.

  "You weren’t back, so I cooked,” Jurot said, simply.

  Sonarot smiled. "I will have to eat some fruit aables today due to my dition."

  "Are you alright, mother? Should I get a b? A pillow? A medie master?" Jurot rushed over to his mother to help her to take a seat at a bench.

  "No, I'm fi's just some minor business. In a few days I will be fio drink a as I please." She smiled ily towards her son, brushing his cheek tenderly.

  "Hmmm." Jurot looked to Adam, unsure if he should allow Adam near his mother while she was not feeling well.

  "Jurot, your friend Adam is very nice. I hope you two bee good friends." She tio rub his cheek.

  "We’ll bee the best of friends, mother!" Jurot assured his mother, nodding his head. “Adam, let's fight!" Jurot snapped his head back, ready and eager to bee the best of friends with Adam.

  "No thanks."

  Jurot bli him. “We should fight!”

  "Do you see how he's trying to bully me?" Adam asked Sonarot, emphasising his frown towards her by quivering his lower lip. "I'm just a feeble mage." ‘You idiot! I spent all this time bringing you back to your mother alive and you want to fight me?’

  "Mother, he is very strong! Look at his muscles! He has a better physique than me." Jurot stared back at his mother for support.

  "A better physique than my Jurot?" Sonarot looked at Adam, whose body betrayed parts of his strength through his clothes. "I would like to see." Her i smile caused Adam to shudder.

  “N-now hold on a sed,” the half elf said, gng between the pair and stepping babsp;

  They forced Adam to reveal his bare torso, revealing his muscur body. If the Chief had remained, he would have agreed that he could have chiselled it out of stone. Sonarot and Jurot both admired his body, which caused the half elf to turn pletely red.

  “I never expected for your kind to be so muscur,” Sonarot admitted, cheg out his teres major, which seemed to almost pop out. ‘It’s almost as good as Surot’s.’

  A familiar figure appeared midway through the admiration of the half elf. He was rge and muscur, with dark hair and dark eyes, and the tattoo of the Rot family shone across his forehead.

  The pair looked between one another, with Adam still topless, the pair of Iyrmen staring at his various muscles, and the newer staring at his eyes for a long moment before they sed across the rest of Adam’s body.

  Adam remained silent, red in the fact.

  “I’ll bring Turot,” the Iyrman said, quickly retreating.

  "I refuse!” Adam quickly grabbed his cloak and ed it around himself. “You 't force me to expose myself to children!” Though he had seen a rge number of Iyrmen who were pletely topless, from the men to the women of the Iyr. He still wasn’t used to the Iyr.

  Eventually, Gorot and Turot appeared, with Turot staring up at Adam. He turo his father, saying something in their nguage.

  ‘I really o study their nguage…’

  Turot then walked over to Adam fidently. “You’re an elf,” he said, narrowing his eyes up at Adam.

  “You’re an Iyrman,” Adam replied.

  “Yes.” Turot puffed out his chest. “I am!”

  “I’m not an elf.”

  “You’re not?”

  “I’m a gnome.” Adam smirked down at the boy. ‘I should at least have some fun when you’re all whisperiween one another.’

  Turot furrowed his brows together. “You are?”

  “No, I’m half an elf.”

  “Half an elf and half a gnome?”

  “No. I’m a half elf and half human.”

  “Then why did you say you were a gnome?”

  “It was a joke.”

  Turot stared up at him. His childlike eyes pierced deep into Adam’s soul, shooting the half elf with disappoi.

  “A bad joke.”

  Turot nodded his head, uanding now. That’s how the people outside the Iyr liked to joke, badly.

  “e, Adam,” Sonarot beed to her. “Sit a.”

  Adam did as she asked, sitting down beside her. Jurot returo cooking the food, flipping over the meat. Turot rushed over to smell the meat and watch it cook.

  "What are your pns?" Sonarot asked.

  "I don't knht now I want to make the axe fift and then..." Adam rubbed his . "I should find a way to make money?"

  "You may use an enting shrio ent the axe for Lana. You will need some gems for the enting… do you have some?"

  “No,” Adam said, thinking about how much money he had. “I should have thought about that.”

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  ‘I fot how poor I was…’

  “It’s alright,” Sonarot said, rubbing his head. “We will give you the gems required.”

  “Uh, well, you don’t have to do that,” Adam replied awkwardly, still feeling her hand on top of his head.

  Gorot stared at Sonarot, w why she was going to hand over hundreds of golds worth of gems. ‘What is going on?’

  ‘Did Adam really seduce my mother?’ Jurot wondered, gng between the pair. He stared at Adam, w how he had mao do so. ‘He’s not as strong as father, even if he has such powerful muscles.’

  "There is o rush in this life,” Sonarot said. “Take your time. Since you ent, you should ent ons and make mohat way.”

  “I just do that?” Adam said, raising his brow. He hadn’t expected it to be so simple.

  “If you want to use the enting shrines of the Iyr to make ented items, you . If you wish to sell the items, there are a few ditions."

  "What are they?"

  "First, the items must be offered for sale to the Iyr before anyone else. Sed, if sold outside, the Iyr takes 10%. If you wish to use our family's wealth, then we will be paid the amount which was given to make the item, and 10% of the total price as well."

  "Hold on, that's too much maths,” Adam said, shaking his head. “Let's say I borrow one hundred gold. I make a on that's worth two hundred. I give you one hundred gold, then awenty for the debt of the gems, the Iyr twenty, and sixty for myself?”

  "You will make more than two hundred gold from enting, but your maths is correct.”

  "Oh, so I just borrow money from you to fund the procedure as long as I pay you back first…” Adam nodded his head.

  "You sell through the Adventurer's Guild or the Mert’s Guild. Have you revealed that ability to the Adventurer’s Guild?”

  "No."

  "Then we deal with it through the Mert's Guild on your behalf. We 't say it was made by an Iyrman, so the price won’t be as high, but it should still sell for a rge amount.”

  "I should do that then." Adam looked to Jurot, who was barely following the versation as he pted up the meat for everyone on a rge cy ptter. "How about I ent our ons?"

  "We are too weak to rely on ented ons." Jurot shook his head. It was taught within the Iyr that one must rely on themselves first before their equipment. It was dangerous to do so otherwise.

  "Your friend is trying to give you a gift, are you really going to deny it?" Sonarot asked, staring at Jurot disappointedly.

  "I thank you in advance, Adam," Jurot said, handing over his axe immediately.

  'Was Jurot a momma's boy?'

  Gorot looked to Sonarot. He grunted something quietly. "Isn't he too young for you?"

  "He will be family of ours soon. Treat him well."

  'What did this young man do to seduce sister Sonarot?'

  "Then I’ll begin enting today!” Adam decred, full of motivation to make the best axe ever.

  “After you eat,” Sonarot said as Turht her some fruit aables.

  “After I eat.” Adam nodded.

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