Back at Gandor, Amelia took a deep breath as she fed the dragons their last meal for the evening, she needed them to sleep. Amelia ended up putting a protection spell on the dragons, just in case her family tried something, she heard the sound of the gravel beneath her feet crunch. Her heart rate increased every second the footstep grew closer, she gently reached into the bottom of her leg where she kept her small knife and grabbed the person's leg that was standing behind her.
"Teresa." She was shocked to see her mother out here knowing her hatred of dragons.
Amelia stood back up after placing the knife back into the spot it belonged, Teresa stepped forward only for Amelia to take two steps back.
"I have longed for you to come home, I never thought I would see you again," Teresa spoke as she stood her ground, she barely knew the daughter she once had.
Amelia scoffed once again and rolled her eyes, "I never wanted to see any of you again, especially after trying to kill me."
"You know I didn't want to," Teresa pleaded, she knew that Amelia must-see somewhere that she cared for her.
"Right," She scoffed, "Just how you didn't want grandma to die!" Her voice raised alarming Ethrinria who instantly stood up.
"How did you know about Adriana?" Teresa asked, her eyes widened in shock not just by her daughter's knowledge of her grandmother's death but also the fact that Ethrinria had risen from her sleep.
Amelia chuckled deeply, "It's not that hard when you can look up someone's name, even though I was only 2 when it happened. I needed to find more about my history since you and Richard never spoke about her."
Teresa sighed sadly, she didn't like what happened to her mother, but their ways were harsh and it was how they lived. She knew that many people hated them for what they believed was right, "I don't want to fight with you Amelia, I just want to apologize for the pain I caused you, those years ago. I should have stood up to your father but my pride for him got in the way."
Amelia had enough of this, why now is Teresa apologizing, she didn't get it at all. Amelia took deep breaths before hearing Teresa walk away. "It's alright Ethrinria, get to sleep okay. We have a big day tomorrow."
Ethrinria walked in circles a few times before laying on the ground again, air puffing out of her nose as she took deep breaths, Amelia kissed the scales on Ethrinria's head before walking towards the guest room outside where she noticed there was a note pinned to the door with a knife. Amelia ripped the note away from the knife reading what the note had said.
′meet me at log throne Tavern, I have things to discuss with you, Amelia
Abigail′
Amelia took the knife from the door and made her way to Log throne Tavern, remembering the way she used to walk down the street towards it when she was little. She felt stares as she wandered down the dirt pathway towards the Tavern, her eyes wandered around the town once more, taking in the sights once again. She could picture everything that happened in those streets between her and others that defined Richard, the screams of people as they were either stoned to death, beaten to death or had their souls ripped out.
Women and men watched as she headed towards the tavern some cared about her and wanted to praise her for leaving while some hated her. Hated who she was and who she didn't want to be. Amelia took a right down heading on another pathway and looked up to see the sign Log throne tavern and an arrow pointing to the door.
Amelia stepped in front of the Log throne tavern taking in the outside before walking in; From the outside, it looked humble, folksy and well maintained. Hard wooden planks and soft wooden tree trunks make up most of the building's outer structure. It's near impossible to see through the small, stained-glass windows, but the clapping and cheering from within can be felt outside.
As Amelia entered the tavern through the heavy, metallic door, she was welcomed by looks from Mages, they gave her a cold glance before watching her as she stepped inside. The bartender who was working had stopped to see what she was going to do. Even the soft tavern music stopped, silence filled the room
It was alluring inside as it is on the outside. Tree logs support the upper floor and the light fixtures attached to them. The walls are loaded with hundreds of memorabilia. Amelia gazed at one of the tables to see Abigail sitting down with her head facing down, she made her way overtaking her spot opposite her.
"You asked for me?" Amelia asked, not feeling comfortable with stares from those in the tavern.
Abigail looked up from the table revealing a bruised mark on the left side of her cheek, she also had a cut on her lip, probably from a ring that was on the person's hand who hit her, "I want out of here Amelia please," she begged.
Amelia was taken back, she gently touched Abigail's cheek tilting her head up more to inspect the bruises and cut lip, "Who did this to you?" She asked.
Abigail whimpered, she drew circles on the desk with her painted red nails, "My father Patrick, he found out that your parents sent me to Rishnag and he wasn't pleased nor was my older brother. They started screaming and the next thing I knew my father had hit me hard."
Amelia frowned before lowering her hand, she wanted to slap Patrick back for what he did. She knew what she had to do, but she also knew that not everyone would approve especially not Philip, "You may join us. You can stay at our guild until we can find you a place you want to join or who are hiring. I can ask around for you as well but you will have to prove your loyalty to them."
Abigail nodded; she would show anyone who asked her loyalty if needed. She grasped the hood that was hanging on her back and slowly pulled it over her head so no one else could see the bruises, "May I stay with you tonight?"
Abigail was scared to go home, Amelia looked at Abigail before taking a deep breath, "Of course, we should get going. I'm not welcome in here."
Abigail was the first one to stand up and headed towards the door to exit the tavern while Amelia went through her coin purse going through what she had before placing 20 krila pieces on the table. She stood up and headed towards the door when one of the customers spat towards her landing on her shoe. Amelia rose an eyebrow as she turned around trying to figure out who did it, the man who spits was smirking while looking at his mates who were giving him some high-fives and cheers.
"You aren't welcome here! You and your friends aren't welcome here," the man hissed.
Amelia chuckled and rolled her eyes, a small smirk appeared on her cheek, "I don't care if you welcome me here or not. You are all a bunch of lowlife thugs who kill innocent people. While I have job to do which is to protect your sorry asses because you can't do it. So, you can either deal with it or you can fight your own battle and the way Teresa Jayne speaks about them means you won't last 5 seconds."
She crossed her arms over her chest waiting for his reply, "Maybe I can skin your dragons and use their skin for leather shoes and clothes while we eat their meat. I've heard dragon hearts restores strength and youth that'll be nice to feel young again, wouldn't it lads," The man said making everyone but Amelia laugh.