Market

The next day Anton woke up calmly and took a few seconds to recognize if the last day was a dream or reality.
Particullary he felt bad about the idea to siege Hell: it was a suicide mission,not only....it was useless,to pass ten circles of sins and then the last to be punished.
He took a long breath,and then got dressed.He passed all the morning writing notes,and in a secret tome the results of the secret meeting.
Impatient,he decided to visit the market,particullary the shop of Medea.
This shop was known to alchemist,but also mages: Medea is one of the most mysterious member of the Ancient Crusaders.
For more than one time she refused to join battles.
Despite all of this,she is a mage with excellent elemental knowledge and also a pretty good brewer.
Walking around Anton noticed various stalls: from vegetable to crossbows.
The market was,usually a place where to meet old friends or even business meeting in the various taverns.
However in that young afternoon he noticed more silence than the other days.
The Shop of Medea,called "The Forest of Runes" is situated at the end of the Market,near the castle of the Blade master.
When he arrived he looked up,at the towers of the Castle.
"I wonder if our knight is passing some time with the Blade Master Anton was thinking by looking at the gates.
Here was the "Forest of Runes": He wondered if Medea was in the shop.
There was no door,but a veil of stones that separates the jungle of the shop from the lands of the Crusaders.
He looked inside...without his suprise he saw trees,flowers and even heard some screams of monkeys ahead.
He smiled and searched for Medea.
"Medea? Medea! I need some oils!" Anton actually screamed.
From nowhere a voice answered:"Anton! Since when you didn't visited me?".It was Medea,somewhere in that magic forest.
"Which kind of oils my dear?" Medea asked.
"Cooking oils....you didn't hear the news?"
Suddenly a thin arrow broke the immobility.Just before it could hit Anton's right shoulder his arcane forces stopped it.
Medea laughed.From a nearby tree Anton saw a figure moving: He laughed."Medea are you going to lose the habit to kill your customers or..." Just before he could finish the sentence anothen thin arrow passed the air,and again got blocked by the Arcanic aura.
"...go on?" Another arrow searched to pass Anton.This time it succeeded,hitting Anton's leg.
He took a breath,impassible....the arrow are so thin that a simple spell is enough to heal the wound.
"I guess you will go on" Anton removed the arrow from his leg and Medea came out from the camouflage.
She was smiling.
Medea is thin,tall and she never loses her smile: her irony surpasses Anton's and her hairs are black.
"Ah well....the news? The presumed "Apocalypse","Ragnarok","Armageddon" and so on?" Medea said walking with a Machete,made to cut down plants.
Anton was following her:"Yes....and I need some herbs to enchant my armour....better if you have the oils".
Medea looked back."Name the list Lorekeeper!"
Anton named his vast quantity of herbs' oils and wondered if John,the Alchemist,needed something.
"Ah...do you have Boom daisies? A friend of mine might need them.
"Boom daisies....Hmmmm....here!" Medea guided the way.
Medea's shop was worse than the Labyrint of the Minotaur.After an half hours of walking Anton said:"That's why they say to don't judge a book from the first page....Medea your shop is bigger than I thought!"
Medea smiled,while chopping down the unlucky trees."Neither I know how big is this shop...." She said laughing.
Ten minutes later they found these "Boom Daisies":"Here!"
"How much is all this timeless list?"
"Well let's see...." After minutes of calculating "It's free....gratis..."
"Meh....I can't accept Mede...".
"Oh wait...if you can do me the favor to tell me what do you think of the incoming invasion...."
Anton sighed....He forgot that Medea doesn't accept classic cash.
"This might be more digestive with...some tea..."
After an hour af talking Medea freed Anton
"Thank you "Illuminated"! For the company!"
Anton smiled as he was heading to the Alchemy room.

After a few hours, Volkrag sat on the table. He took out some ale, and drank it. "John! Is that device done yet?" Volkrag asked. He knocked a few times, and actually, he waited for hours. "This guy needs a doorbell..." After that, Volkrag went to the market to buy some objects. Volkrag had 6790 gold pieces. When he was walking down, he heard what seems to be a voice of something... or someone.

Az'Ghardhren'Vor. The Phase Walker...

Volkrag didn't know what had gotten to his head but, the two terms was were completely familiar. He remembered a flashback of how he killed Az'Gharhdred'Vor's father. He felt sorry for the child, but he left him. But, he still couldn't believe that Ghardhren was back.