This is doing my head ira's emotions are all over the pce. They're a mixture of jealousy and denial. I don't think she even uands what she's feeling.

  I 't handle much more of this, it's going to make me do something crazy. Like, tossing myself into a volo.

  Estra's turbuleions were b Dink through the bond. He slumped tiredly in the back of the cart bed, the wife-pair fussing over him in . After almost a full day's travel, he cked the strength to even aowledge their presence. Earlier ora had bee aware of the effect she was having and began a full-blown psychological assault.

  Murkuk didn't appear to be g aer than Dink. He was huddled oher side of the cart with his hands cmped over his ears in an attempt to block them out. Estra was focused entirely on the road ahead, devoting all of her energy inward.

  "Enough of this, Estra. You win," Dink said, finally giving in.

  Estra broke out of her trance, giving the Goblins a brief reprieve from her onsught. She gnced over at them, choosing to tinue her silent treatment. Dink worried she might double down on her mental attack. Instead, she reed into her seat, crossing her arms. The turbuleioled into a sense of self-satisfa as she resumed watg the road. Dink pushed himself upright in his seat.

  "Phew, I'm gd that's over with," Dink said in relief.

  Murkuk removed the hands cradling his head to gre at the back of Estra's head in response. He bared his teeth in anger with a low growl. She merely gnced in his dire and he instantly defted, his ears and shoulders drooping in submission. She snorted in amusement at his rea. The cart crested a hill allowing the view of a small bustling township in the distance.

  “We’re almost at Burrowton, it’s up ahead,” Axion called over his shoulder.

  “Look over there! We see now see the Laughing Peaks. They’re the mountain range separating Hatral from the kingdom of Ruskor,” Tahlea said, pointing iement.

  “That’s actually Mount Gra the kingdom of Todrana. It’s the northern end of the mountain range. I wonder if the Sisterhood of Mercy still exists,” Dink corrected.

  “The Sisterhood of Mercy?” Tahlea asked, her eyes opening wide in curiosity.

  “The Sisterhood of Mercy is a secluded order located at the base of Mount Grace, dedicated to healing the sick. They worship a perverted God that requires them to devote their bodies eo them. That’s not even the best part, they have to take an oath of celibacy. If one of the Sisters breaks it, they’ll lose access to their divine powers. Not just one of them, all of them,” Dink informed her.

  “All of them will lose their power, how do they prevent one of them from breaking their oath?” Tahlea asked in shock.

  “That’s why I wonder if they still exist. They were a retively rge order, st I visit. I think they must have loopholes to satiate those kinds of al desires. I wonder what they are,” Dink replied.

  His ears twitched, he could hear a faint mewling ing from uhe driver’s seat. He extracted himself from between the wife-pair to iigate. Moving aside Estra’s pack, he discovered the iron cage taining the Myid. The small mushroom creature had finally awoken, calling out in distress.

  He retrieved the cage and lifted it to the sunlight. The Myid pressed itself against the metal with a pitiful expression. Dink thoughtfully frowned, putting down the cage.

  As they rolled into Burrowton, Dink suddenly blihe caustic st of rock dust buffeted them, lingering in the air along with the faint odour of sulphur. When he inhaled, he could taste the chalky texture of it. Pedestrians paused ireet, pointing at the octs of the cart. Murkuk also had his ilted to the sky, curiously sniffing. He had a bewildered expression like he was smelling something he should reise.

  “What’s Burrowton known for?” Dink curiously asked.

  “There’s an expansive underground mining operation nearby, mostly coal. Why do you ask?” Riva helpfully answered.

  “Heh, no reason. If they tio carry on like this, probably not for long. Or, maybe not,” Dink replied, he detected something in the st.

  “What do you meara broke her sileo ask, turning in the driver’s seat to face him.

  “ you smell rotten eggs? It’s not quite sulphur. The miners are about to disrupt a drago if they haven’t already. They might be keeping it hushed. There’s a fortune in dragon eggs on the bck market. Especially now that dragons are so rare on the ti,” Dink casually responded.

  “What? We have to stop them!” Estra excimed.

  “Why? It smells like there’s more than one egg. If it was a true dragon, there would only ever be orue dragons breed through magic so even twins share only one shell. You would be able to feel that after the was disturbed. They should be able to handle whatever it is. Even if it was a true dragon egg, they take turies to mature,” Dink replied, waving away further questions. “Lastly, a true dragon wouldn’t have its ir this close to civilisation. They were exiled into the far reaches of the wilderness after the Draic Dividing. They rarely cause any trouble for risk of angering a Legend realm Attuned us.”

  “But there aren’t any Legends left. The st to exist was the Sword Saint arayed everyone. Now, there are only people in the Grand realm. That’s why the Expanding Woods are so dangerous,” Tahlea said in fusion.

  Dink noticed upon hearing his previous title, Axion and Riva’s posture ged. They both simultaneously spat over the side into the dirt of the road. Their as were ritualistically mirrored by nosey pedestrians that overheard part of their versation. They didn’t even seem aware of their as.

  Wait, that’s strahis isn’t the first time I noticed this. People don’t even realise that they’re spitting upon hearing my title. Something’s nht.

  He angrily leapt upright on the cart ftbed, his as attrag the attention of nearby passersby. He ighe gasps nition as his hands balled into fists.

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