Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Draco was glad to be leaving New Ghis, regardless of his hidden loathing for sea travel.
But he was now on-guard.
He didn’t expect much from New Ghis. Just a remnant of the Ghiscari Empire that lived on to see their days. The only notable thing about them was their head deity being female and hence making female slavery illegal.
Female, which he obviously wasn’t.
So he was very careful during his entire stay. And while he didn’t try to pass for a local, as his lack of knowledge of the language would obviously give him away, he did drop his Yi Ti disguise. It wasn’t just the scandal on-board his previous vessel that made him do it, but the relative closeness of Yi Ti itself. He didn’t want to draw attention by not knowing some obvious custom. Such a disguise would not withstand any scrutiny…
But even with a different disguise, he was almost discovered. Or rather, he was. But nothing came out of it…
When he had heard of the ‘Graces’, he had a good laugh. A cult which groups Priestesses, Prostitutes and Funeral Officiants into a single order…
None of them had any notable power that he could see. That is, until he came across the Green Grace. A Green Grace that was obviously a mage of some kind. A Green Grace who not only noticed him regardless of his Disillusionment, but had obviously momentarily seen through his disguise.
He was ready for screams.
He was ready for guards.
He was ready to light the city aflame.
But nothing had happened.
The Grace and her procession continued as they were. Nothing was said. It was as if nothing had happened. And had he not been able to tell otherwise, he would have thought that his discovery was just a figment of his imagination.
But it wasn’t.
Although the lack of commotion and trouble didn’t stop him from leaving the city on the first ship to Qarth, regardless of the fact that he would have rather walked through the Red Waste and chanced the Dorokai than enter that city in his usual state of mind. Because he would rather face a Green Grace that could see through his disguise than enter the city that was the den for the House of the Undying.
He should have really taken that detour.
Because by the time he left Qarth for his final destination, the city was in ruins and the House of Undying was no more. It would seem that not even ‘immortals’ could survive a timely thrown Fiendfyre.
But then again, few would expect that at their ‘sudden’ invitation into their home, the unwilling vict…guest would answer with an unquenchable and uncontrollable Dark Curse.