The next morning, at precisely 8:55 AM, the trio stood poised outside the Monar Diner. Ebony, ever punctual, had ensured they arrived a few minutes early.

  "Alright, companions," he announced, turning to the wizard and the woman, "I don't know exactly what we're in for today, but I'm sure we'll figure it out together."

  The wizard, still a bit shy, simply nodded in agreement. The woman, however, beamed with confidence.

  "We're with you, Ebony," she declared, her voice firm and reassuring.

  Ebony grinned, heartened by their support. "Excellent! Then let's get this adventure started!"

  Ebony stepped into the diner, the warmth and aroma of coffee enveloping him. Suddenly, the scene shifted.

  He was back in the Companion Hub, the dimly lit room filled with the murmur of conversations. It was nearing 9:00 PM, and most of the adventurers were enjoying a night of revelry.

  Ebony, however, remained at his table, sitting next to his new companions, trying to get to know them better.

  The three of them were sharing a simple meal of mushroom soup, courtesy of Sadler. Ebony, relaxed and comfortable in his burgundy vest sweater, blue pants, and medieval boots, leaned back and addressed the couple.

  "So," he began, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "before we head out tomorrow, I'd like to get a better understanding of your...situation. What's the story behind those low stats? Why don't people pick you as often as they should?"

  The wizard fidgeted nervously, his galaxy eyes darting around the room. The woman, however, met Ebony's gaze with a quiet determination.

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  The wizard remained silent, his timidity getting the better of him. But Vicky, his partner, spoke up with a quiet strength.

  "My name is Vicky Softener, and this is Alex-Gray Softener," she said, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "We came from a faraway country, from the south side of the continent, called Cyclopy. It's our motherland, but we don't go there anymore. It just wasn't safe for us there."

  "We've been traveling from country to country, trying to get by, trying to make some money. We honestly became adventurers just to survive. It wasn't our first choice, but our other skills weren't...appreciated, because we were from Cyclopy."

  "So, is that the reason people aren't picking you?" Ebony asked, his brow furrowed with concern. "Because you're from Cyclopy? Is it discrimination?"

  Vicky shook her head. "I don't think that's the reason. We haven't experienced much prejudice here in Magyaria. It's been better than in other countries."

  "The truth is," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, "we're just not that good. We're only level three and four. People mostly use us as...backup. Or a looting squad."

  "A looting squad?" Ebony echoed, confused.

  Vicky nodded glumly.

  "Some adventurers don't want to be bothered with carrying loot. They just want us to pick up the junk after battles and carry their stuff. It's...humiliating," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion.

  Alex-Gray, his head still bowed, let out a soft sigh.

  "You'll get no complaints from us," Vicky blurted out, eager to prove their worth. "We'll carry as much as we can, honestly! We're strong, see?" She puffed out her chest, accidentally knocking over a nearby tankard with her elbow.

  "Oops," she mumbled, quickly righting the spilled drink.

  "Whoa there, careful now," Ebony chuckled, steadying the tankard with his hand. "We wouldn't want to cause a scene before we even start our adventure."

  Vicky blushed, flustered. "Right, right. Of course. But as I was saying, we're more than capable! I'm a bit of a... a jack of all trades, really. I dabble in healing, you know, with potions and elixirs and whatnot. But not the magical kind, mind you. I'm no cleric.

  I've got a whole bag full of them! See?" She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a variety of colorful vials and rattling them enthusiastically.

  "Impressive," Ebony remarked, genuinely intrigued by the sheer variety of concoctions. "And you're also skilled with... bones?"

  "Oh, yes! Skeletons, that is. I can tell if you've got a cracked rib or a sprained ankle just by looking at you. Well, maybe not just by looking," she corrected herself, "but I can definitely tell with a bit of poking and prodding.

  It's important to keep your skeletal system in top shape, you know, for optimal performance in battle and all that."

  "Indeed," Ebony agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "And what about Alex-Gray? What are his strengths?"

  Vicky beamed, gesturing towards her companion.

  "Alex-Gray here is a master of magic! He knows all the basics: fire, ice, water, earth, even electricity. Any element you can think of, he can conjure it! He's even mastered the art of... of... what was it again, honey?"

  She turned to Alex-Gray, who simply blinked his galaxy eyes and gave a shy shrug.

  "Oh, right!" Vicky exclaimed. "He can make things explode! Well, not everything," she clarified, "but he can definitely create some impressive fireworks if the situation calls for it."

  Ebony, though slightly overwhelmed by Vicky's enthusiastic but somewhat disorganized explanation, nodded encouragingly. "That's... that's quite impressive," he said, trying to maintain a serious expression. "And reassuring. It seems we have a well-rounded team here."

  "That's fantastic!" Ebony exclaimed, finishing the last of his mushroom soup with gusto. "We should definitely give those skills a test drive! How about right now?"

  Vicky and Alex-Gray exchanged nervous glances. "Actually, we could..." Vicky began, but Ebony held up a hand, interrupting her.

  "You know what?" he said, flashing a charming smile. "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning. No need to rush things. Besides," he added, winking playfully, "I'm eager to witness those 'fantastical abilities' in action against our enemies, not on each other."

  Vicky and Alex-Gray relaxed, relieved that they wouldn't have to demonstrate their skills on the spot. "Yes, boss," they replied in unison.

  They continued eating their meal, enjoying the soup while it was still hot. The camaraderie between them grew with each shared bite, their initial anxieties replaced by a sense of anticipation for the journey ahead.

  The flashback faded, and Ebony found himself back in the warm, bustling diner. He blinked, momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift in time and atmosphere. The diner was empty, not a single soul in sight.

  "Ah, right," he remembered, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was just past 9:00 AM. "We're early."

  He looked around the cozy diner, taking in the familiar sights and smells. "Well, I guess we wait till the owner gets here," he mused, settling into a booth by the window.

  Ebony's eyes wandered, taking in the cozy interior of the diner. A Magyarian flag hung proudly on one wall, its simple design of red, yellow, and green rectangles a stark contrast to the intricate tapestries and banners he was accustomed to seeing in Dimito.

  "Hmm, not the most impressive flag," he mused to himself, rubbing his chin with a hint of amusement. "But a flag nonetheless."

  His gaze then shifted to the impressive collection of bottles lining the shelves behind the counter. They came in various shapes and sizes, filled with a rainbow of liquids that hinted at potent concoctions and fine spirits.

  "Looks like a well-stocked wine shop," Ebony remarked, admiring the display.

  "Actually," a woman's voice interjected, "it's a rather valued diner, indeed. Our wines are considered among the best in the kingdom. We've even been featured in several royal feasts."

  Ebony turned to see the woman from the cafe, the one he had encountered earlier while riding through the city. Her short black hair framed her warm, tan face, and her green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. He couldn't help but smile, recognizing the playful glint in her eyes.

  With a confident stride, he approached her. "Hello there, Madam," he greeted her warmly.

  "I'm Ebony Gundo, an adventurer. We've been sent here on an escort quest for this diner. Are you the owner?" He pulled out the adventure sheet and presented it to her.

  The woman leaned against the counter, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Escort, that's my request right there?"

  Ebony stepped back, stretching his arms out. "Well, excellent! So what are we escorting today? I'd like to start this mission as soon as possible."

  "Well," the woman clarified, still leaning against the counter, "I'm not actually the owner of this diner. I don't make the decisions about escort missions. That's Wyatt's job." She turned and unleashed a powerful yell, "Hey Wyatt! We got an adventurer here for the escort mission!"

  Ebony winced, his ears ringing from the sheer volume of her voice. "Goodness, the vocal cords on that one," he thought, his hand instinctively reaching to his head.

  A cacophony of crashing pots and pans erupted from the back room, followed by a series of stumbles and fumbles. Then, a large man burst into the room, his orange hair wild and frazzled, his big belly preceding him. He blinked his small brown eyes, looking bewildered.

  "What? What kind of what?" he sputtered, clearly disoriented.

  The woman confirmed, "Yeah, Wyatt, this is the adventurer you talked about, the escort mission with the spices."

  Wyatt's expression lit up as he turned to Ebony. "Oh, yes, yes, adventurer! You're the one! I've been waiting weeks for someone to take my escort! Good, good! Jolly good!"

  He wobbled over to Ebony, his excitement palpable. His hands were massive, big enough to crush a melon. Regardless, Ebony wound up and grasped Wyatt's big hand in a surprisingly strong grip.

  Ebony, unfazed, introduced himself. "Hello there, sir. My name is Ebony Gundo, a bard of martial arts, magic, and music." He gestured towards his companions. "And these are my other two companions, Alex-Gray and Vicky Softener."

  "Oh, you brought your companions! Wonderful! The more the merrier, I always say!" Wyatt exclaimed, his booming laughter filling the diner.

  He lumbered over to Alex-Gray and Vicky, giving Alex-Gray's hand a hearty shake (perhaps a bit too hearty, judging by the wince on the wizard's face) and offering Vicky a gentler handshake.

  "You guys came here so early! We just finished brewing the coffee," Wyatt remarked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Did you talk to him already?" he muttered to himself, then turned back to the trio.

  Alex-Gray, ever the quiet one, spoke up, his voice barely a whisper. "Do you have any hot... ttttea?"

  Wyatt leaned in, confused. "I'm sorry, lad, what was that?"

  Vicky, sensing Alex-Gray's shyness, quickly translated. "Oh, my companion here would like some hot tea. Green tea, to be precise."

  "Of course, of course! We have that as well. It's on the house since you arrived so early," Wyatt boomed, already heading towards the back.

  "Can't believe how punctual you all are. That's what I call dedication!" he said to himself, shaking his head in admiration.

  With Wyatt in the back, Ebony turned to the woman, a curious glint in his eyes. "So, what's your name, madam?" he asked, gesturing towards her with a flourish.

  "Nova," she replied, a warm smile gracing her face. "I run the second shift here. There are a few more of us, but they don't usually arrive until around 9:20. People don't tend to come here this early, so we're in no rush."

  Ebony chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Well, I appreciate the promptness.

  It's a refreshing change of pace." He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "So, Nova," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "what's the story with this escort mission? What exactly are we protecting?"

  Nova leaned closer, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And what makes you think this humble diner requires such protection?" she questioned.

  Ebony gestured towards the impressive collection of bottles. "Well, for starters, you seem to have quite the valuable inventory here. I wouldn't want any unsavory characters trying to make off with your prized wines."

  Nova laughed, a melodious sound that filled the diner. "Oh, I assure you, Mr. Gundo, I can handle myself just fine. But I appreciate the concern."

  "I'm sure you can," Ebony replied, his smile widening. "But it never hurts to have a little extra protection, does it?"

  Nova's eyes twinkled with intrigue.

  "Perhaps not," she conceded. "Tell you what, Mr. Gundo. Why don't you and your companions have a seat? I'll brew up some of our finest coffee, and we can discuss this escort quest in more detail."

  Ebony, pleased with the offer, nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan," he said, gesturing towards his companions. "Vicky, Alex-Gray, come join us. We have some business to discuss with the lovely Nova here."

  All of them followed Nova and Wyatt as they were led to a storage room in the back. With warm drinks in hand—coffee for Ebony and Vicky, tea for Alex-Gray—they listened intently as the details of their quest were revealed.

  The storage room was dominated by a large carriage, filled to the brim with sacks and crates.

  "So, this is our shipment," Nova explained, gesturing towards the overflowing carriage. "Spices. Cinnamon, anise, allspice, cumin, coriander seeds, cardamom pods, star anise, mace...the whole works, really."

  "We use these ingredients to make our coffee and our wine," Wyatt added, his voice filled with pride. "Best in the kingdom, I tell ya!"

  Nova continued, her tone turning serious.

  "This shipment needs to reach Glottis safely. Spice traders and bandits are always on the lookout for valuable cargo like this."

  Ebony, his expression hardening, stepped forward. "Don't worry, madam. We'll get it done. Not a single spice will be touched."

  He nodded towards his companions, who both straightened their shoulders in a show of solidarity.

  Wyatt chuckled, his belly shaking. "Oh, I'm sure you will, lad. But don't underestimate those bandits. They can be quite ferocious."

  Ebony grinned, a hint of bravado in his voice. "Don't you worry about me, sir. I've dealt with my fair share of bandits. Back in Iomud, I single-handedly took down a whole gang that tried to rob me."

  Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive, lad. But these are no ordinary bandits. The ones you faced in Iomud were mere pups compared to the wolves that roam the countryside of Dimito."

  Wyatt leaned in, his eyes twinkling with a storyteller's glint. "Gather 'round, adventurers," he whispered, "and listen to the tales of those who roam these lands."

  "First, there's Lapith's Bane," he began, his voice dropping to a dramatic hush. "A centaur of unmatched strength and cunning, they say he was once a noble warrior, cast out from his tribe for his ruthless ambition. Now, he leads a band of centaur outcasts, preying on unsuspecting travelers and merchants."

  He paused, letting the image of the fearsome centaur sink in.

  "Then there are the Tome Sisters," he continued, his voice rising with intrigue. "A coven of witches, bound by blood and a thirst for forbidden knowledge. They wield magic through ancient tomes, their spells as unpredictable as the winds."

  He lowered his voice again, creating an air of suspense.

  "And lastly, beware the Bloomberg Goblins," he warned. "A cunning and savage horde, led by a hobgoblin shaman who commands strange, shadowy blob phantoms. They say these creatures can shift into any weapon imaginable, making them a formidable foe in battle."

  Wyatt leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "These are just a few of the challenges you may face on your journey," he concluded. "But I have no doubt you'll overcome them. After all, you're not just any adventurers, are you?"

  Ebony straightened his shoulders, a confident grin spreading across his face. "Well, then," he declared, "it's a good thing I'm no ordinary bard, wouldn't you say?"

  Wyatt clapped Ebony on the shoulder, his booming laughter echoing through the diner. "That's the spirit, lad! I knew I chose the right adventurers for the job!"

  Alex and Vicky exchanged a nervous glance, their faces paling slightly at the mention of the various bandit groups.

  Vicky instinctively reached for Alex's hand, seeking comfort in his presence. Alex, in turn, rubbed her shoulder reassuringly, though his own apprehension was evident in the way he nervously adjusted his glasses. He took a deep breath and muttered under his breath, "Oh boy."

  Wyatt, oblivious to their unease, continued his enthusiastic rambling. "That's good, jolly good! Well, that's just splendid! Now, let's see if we can get you all settled and ready to depart as soon as possible.

  Hopefully, I can get you out of here before the—"

  Suddenly, the sound of a bell ringing and a loud, boisterous voice cut through the diner. "Hey! Is anyone back there? Yo! Bartender!"

  Wyatt's face fell, his cheerful demeanor vanishing in an instant. "Oh, dear," he groaned, his hands flying to his face. "The customers! Of course! How could I forget? Silly, silly me, getting carried away with all the excitement." He berated himself under his breath, his voice a mixture of panic and self-reproach.

  As he rushed towards the front door, his expression shifted from cheerful to one of concern. He recognized the newcomer instantly.

  The man was tall and imposing, his muscular chest straining against his expensive-looking adventuring gear. His chocolate brown hair was wild and untamed, framing a face with fiery red-amber eyes. He wore heavy black and silver armor, and a pair of small cauldrons hung from his belt. A wide, arrogant grin stretched across his face, revealing a hint of sharp teeth.

  Behind him stood a group of five men, similarly clad in impressive armor, and a young woman with a staff, her face etched with displeasure.

  Wyatt, forcing a smile onto his face, greeted the man with a strained voice. "Hello there, Pyrrhus. What can I do for you?"

  "Ah, Wyatt! You didn't forget about us, did you?" Pyrrhus boomed, his voice dripping with feigned surprise. "I told you we'd be on time for the escort mission, just like always."

  He puffed out his chest, striking a heroic pose. "We always get the job done, don't we, Wyatt?"

  Wyatt, flustered and caught off guard, stammered, "Well, yes, of course, Pyrrhus. You always do a fine job. But..."

  Pyrrhus, basking in the (somewhat undeserved) praise, continued his self-aggrandizing monologue. "We're the best, aren't we, boys?" he declared, turning to his crew with a confident grin.

  "Yeah, boss!" His men roared in unison, their voices echoing through the diner. "You got it, boss!" another shouted.

  One short, young woman in the back remained silent, her staff clutched in her hand. She merely nodded with a noncommittal grunt, her posture as droopy as her expression.

  "See, Wyatt?" Pyrrhus pressed, his grin widening. "You can always trust us to deliver." He paused, his eyes gleaming with avarice. "Now, would you gladly fetch us a couple dozen teas? It'll be paid in full, trust me.

  You know I always pay you, Wyatt."

  Wyatt, struggling to maintain his composure, finally interjected. "Actually, Pyrrhus, I've already assigned the escort mission to someone else."

  Pyrrhus's face contorted in disbelief and irritation. "What? What do you mean?" he sputtered, his voice rising in indignation.

  Nova, sensing the tension, stepped in to clarify. "He means you've been replaced," she stated bluntly, her arms crossed. "We've got another team in the back."

  "Replaced? By who?" Pyrrhus demanded, his eyes narrowing.

  Just then, Ebony, Vicky, and Alex-Gray emerged from the back room, their faces a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

  Pyrrhus's gaze fell upon them, his expression morphing into a scowl. He sized them up with disdain, his eyes lingering on Ebony's mismatched attire and the nervous fidgeting of his companions.

  "You?" he scoffed, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're the ones who replaced us?" He let out a derisive laugh. "Wyatt, you must be joking! This bard and his ragtag bunch? They look like they couldn't handle a stray cat, let alone a band of cutthroat bandits!"

  Ebony, unfazed by Pyrrhus's insults, stepped forward, his chin held high. "I assure you, sir, we're more than capable of handling ourselves," he said, his voice calm and steady. "We've faced our fair share of challenges, and we've always come out on top."

  Pyrrhus's eyes narrowed further. "Oh, really?" he sneered. "And what makes you so confident, little bard?"

  Ebony's lips curled into a sly smile. "Well, for starters," he drawled, "I've got a knack for turning enemies into friends. And I have a feeling that by the end of this journey, you and I might just be sharing a pint together."

  Pyrrhus scoffed again, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his eyes. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was more to this bard than met the eye.

  Pyrrhus, his ego bruised, reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "See, look! This is it! This is the quest I was given! The quest to do this escort mission! Always my favorite diner, the Monar Diner!"

  Nova sighed, her patience wearing thin. "Yes, Pyrrhus, we know. But we've decided to go with another team this time."

  Pyrrhus leaned forward, his voice laced with disbelief. "Is there a reason why I'm being replaced? Did we do something wrong? Did we offend you in some way?" He frantically ticked off possibilities on his fingers, struggling to comprehend why he was being denied his usual job.

  Wyatt and Nova exchanged a weary glance. "Pyrrhus," Wyatt began, his voice gentle but firm, "we appreciate your past service, truly. But we need to give other adventurers a chance. You've had a monopoly on this route for far too long."

  "Exactly," Nova added. "We need variety, new faces, fresh perspectives. It's nothing personal, Pyrrhus."

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  Pyrrhus sputtered, his face reddening with indignation. "But... but we're the best! We always get the job done! Ask my men!"

  His men, sensing their leader's distress, quickly chimed in with their usual chorus of agreement. "Yeah, boss! We're the best!"

  Lux, however, remained silent, her eyes downcast. She shifted uncomfortably, her grip tightening on her staff.

  "Pyrrhus," Wyatt tried again, "we understand your frustration, but our decision is final. We've already hired another team."

  "This is preposterous!" Pyrrhus exclaimed, his voice echoing through the diner. "You're replacing us with... with..."

  He gestured towards Ebony and his companions, his lip curling in disgust. "With this bard and his band of misfits? They look like they couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper bag or be afraid of a still signpost!"

  Nova crossed her arms, her expression hardening.

  "We've already assessed their skills, Pyrrhus. They're more than qualified for the job."

  Pyrrhus scoffed, his eyes blazing with anger. "Qualified? They look like they couldn't find their way let alone find Serpent's Pass like we do! And that wizard," he sneered, pointing at Alex-Gray, "he looks like he's about to faint!"

  Alex-Gray, his face flushing, instinctively took a step back. Vicky, however, glared at Pyrrhus, her eyes narrowed in defiance.

  "Okay, Pyrus," Ebony incorrectly pronounced with a sly smirk.

  It's Pyrrhus, he corrected. "See, you can't even get my name right. How can you expect to navigate the treacherous path to Glottis without getting us all hopelessly lost?" He paused, tilting his head with feigned concern. "These are the mistakes you make, Wyatt, by choosing... unqualified adventurers."

  Ebony's smile widened, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes like a spark about to ignite. "Lost, sir? Surely not. A bold and fearless adventurer like myself wouldn't get lost going down a simple passageway to a simple valley?"

  He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Or perhaps," he added, his tone laced with mock concern, "you're worried about embarrassing yourself in front of your... entourage? I mean, they do seem like the type to hold a grudge if you trip over your own ego."

  Pyrrhus bristled, his face turning a shade of crimson that clashed horribly with his armor. "Embarrass myself? You? A bard who looks like he raided a tailor shop during a thunderstorm?"

  He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Don't flatter yourself, boy. I've faced far greater threats than a lute-strumming, rhyme-spouting wannabe hero like you."

  "Oh, I'm sure you have, sir," Ebony drawled, his smile widening. "But I've faced critics harsher than you, with insults sharper than your dull-witted jests. My own mother could weave a tapestry of curses that would make your words sound like a lullaby. Maybe enough insults that could ruin my reputation and bankrupt me, but speaking of money..."

  He paused, tilting his head with a playful glint in his eyes. "Speaking of coins, I've heard whispers about your… financial situation. Something about a rather large debt to a certain gnome loan shark? What was her name again? Oh, right—Glimmergold. Nasty temper, that one. Perhaps a friendly wager could help you settle that little issue? Or are you too busy dodging her collection notices?"

  Pyrrhus's eyes widened in shock, his bravado faltering for the first time. How did this bard know about his debt? He had been so careful to keep it a secret. His mind raced, trying to figure out who could have betrayed him, but Ebony was already pressing his advantage.

  "Don't worry, sir," Ebony said, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "Your secret is safe for 8 minutes with me. But I do have to wonder… how does a 'renowned adventurer' like yourself end up in so much debt?

  Could it be that your skills aren't as impressive as you claim? Or maybe it's your spending habits? I hear you have a weakness for shiny things. Tell me, does your armor come with a warranty, or is it just for show?"

  Pyrrhus sputtered, his face now a mask of fury. "You… you insolent little—" He struggled to find words, his anger choking him like a poorly tied noose.

  Ebony, unfazed, continued his verbal assault with the precision of a master duelist. "Or perhaps," he mused, his voice dripping with feigned concern, "it's your… leadership skills that are lacking? I mean, look at your crew.

  They seem less like seasoned adventurers and more like a band of misfits who stumbled into the wrong tavern. Did you recruit them from a 'Help Wanted' sign on a dungeon wall?"

  Pyrrhus's gaze darted toward his men, who shifted uncomfortably under Ebony's scrutiny. He could see the doubt creeping into their eyes, and his anger intensified. "You watch your tongue, bard," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

  "And let's not forget about your… companion," Ebony continued, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he gestured toward the silent figure standing at the edge of the group.

  "The one with the gloomy expression and the 'I'd rather be anywhere else' vibe. She looks like she's one bad day away from joining a better team. Maybe she'd like a change of scenery? We're always looking for someone to carry our loot. Or, you know, just smile once in a while."

  Pyrrhus's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white as he took a step forward. He had had enough. He was about to lunge at Ebony when Nova stepped between them, her voice sharp as a whip.

  "Enough!" she declared, her eyes blazing with authority. "This is my diner, and I won't tolerate any fighting here. If you want to settle your differences, take it outside!"

  Pyrrhus looked at her, then at Ebony, and finally at his own crew, who were now avoiding his gaze. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Fine," he said, his voice tight with barely contained rage.

  Pyrrhus straightened his armor, trying to salvage what was left of his dignity. He glanced at Wyatt, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of amusement and concern. "Ah, Wyatt!" Pyrrhus boomed, his voice dripping with feigned surprise.

  Wyatt, flustered and caught off guard, stammered, "Well, yes, of course, Pyrrhus. You always do a fine job. But..."

  Pyrrhus cut him off with a wave of his hand. "But nothing! How about this—we compromise. We'll both do the escort mission. Extra hands, extra protection.

  You know how dangerous these bandits have gotten. They're not just pesky thieves anymore; they're organized, ruthless, and very well-funded. Trust me, you'll want all the help you can get."

  Ebony raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Extra hands, huh? I suppose even a broken clock is right twice a d—"

  Nova, sensing another snarky comment brewing, swiftly placed her hand over Ebony's mouth, effectively silencing him. She shot him a warning glare, then turned to Pyrrhus with a forced smile. "Go on, Pyrrhus," she encouraged, trying to maintain a semblance of peace in the diner.

  Pyrrhus, seizing the opportunity, pressed his case. "Look, Wyatt, I promise you, we can still provide one of the best cargo experiences ever. Trust me, Wyatt."

  Wyatt, feeling the pressure from both sides, finally relented with a weary sigh. "Okay, okay. You both can do the escort mission. Just as long as my cargo makes it to Glottis safe and sound. No more fighting, no more arguing. Agreed?"

  Ebony, though disappointed at having to share the quest with Pyrrhus, nodded curtly. He was eager to get back to the adventure, and arguing further seems pointless.

  Pyrrhus, equally unhappy with the arrangement, also agreed, albeit with a grudging nod.

  Just when it seemed the matter was settled, Nova chimed in. "I'm coming too," she declared, her voice firm. "Just to make sure everything is accounted for. Inventory purposes, you know."

  Wyatt, surprised but not entirely opposed to the idea, readily agreed. "That's fine as well. The others will be here soon to take your place, Nova."

  Ebony couldn't resist one last jab before heading out the door. He turned to Pyrrhus, a sly grin playing on his lips. "We wouldn't want anyone getting left behind… or, worse, tripping over their own swords."

  Pyrrhus shot him a glare but forced a sideways smile. "Oh, I'll do my best. But if things get too rough, feel free to hide behind me. I hear I make an excellent shield."

  Ebony chuckled, leaning back casually. "We'll see about that, sir."

  A few minutes later, the two groups were ready to depart. Pyrrhus's men, all twenty of them, stood outside, their armor gleaming in the afternoon sun. Lux, her face as droopy as ever, stood silently beside them, her staff clutched tightly in her hand. The carriage, laden with spices, was hitched to a team of horses, ready to roll.

  Pyrrhus, bursting with impatience, emerged from the diner, his voice booming, "Alright, we're heading out now!"

  Nova, ever the pragmatist, quickly corrected him. "Hold on, Pyrrhus. We have to wait for the others."

  "What seriously? Good God," Pyrrhus retorted, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

  "If they're not out here in two minutes, we're ditching them."

  Just then, Ebony, Alex, and Vicky emerged from the back door, Wyatt's map of Serpent's Pass clutched in Ebony's hand.

  He spread the map out, Wyatt's hand pointing to their current location and their destination. "It's about a three-hour journey on foot to reach Serpent's Pass," Wyatt explained. "It leads to a valley south of Dimito.

  Those three bandit groups usually dwell in that area, particularly around the south, southwest, and west sides of Dimito."

  Ebony folded the map, a confident glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, Wyatt," he called out to the diner, "we'll make sure your escort goes as smooth as butter. Trust me." The others nodded in agreement behind him.

  Wyatt, his face beaming with gratitude, extended his hand once more. Ebony, anticipating the firm grip, met it with a strong handshake. "Oh, I know you will, sir. I'm confident in your ability," Wyatt said, his voice filled with genuine belief.

  As Ebony turned to join the others, who had already started making their way towards the carriage, Wyatt called out again, "Oh, Mr. Gundo! I almost forgot to give you something!"

  Ebony turned back, a questioning look on his face. Wyatt hurried over, a blue ticket in his hand. "What is this?" Ebony asked.

  "This is a pass to get in and out of Dimito without paying the 800 coin fee," Wyatt explained in his jovial tone.

  "It's a travel sheet. I didn't know if you had one or not, but just in case. Nova has one as well. This blue sheet is just a backup. Better safe than sorry, a lad? Anyway, be on your way. I've got customers waiting!"

  Ebony, understanding the importance of the pass, nodded gratefully. He turned to see the others already moving, and with a quick "Thank you, sir!" he hurried to catch up.

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  Serpent's Pass snaked through a landscape reminiscent of Magyaria, a tapestry of rolling hills, dense forests, and pockets of swampy wetlands. The path itself was a dusty brown ribbon winding through the terrain, its curves and bends resembling a giant serpent slithering towards the horizon.

  The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a symphony of natural fragrances that filled Ebony's senses.

  As they journeyed deeper into the pass, the trees grew denser, their branches forming a canopy overhead that filtered the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the path below.

  The terrain was varied, with stretches of flat, open ground interspersed with rocky outcroppings and steep inclines. The occasional stream gurgled alongside the path, its waters clear and refreshing.

  As they progressed, the path narrowed, the trees pressing in on either side, creating a sense of claustrophobia.

  The air grew heavy with humidity, and the sounds of the forest – the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, the distant calls of unseen creatures – seemed to amplify, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and unease.

  Ebony, his senses heightened, scanned the surroundings, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his short sword. He could feel the tension in the air, the sense of danger lurking just beyond the shadows.

  Ebony felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Alex-Gray, his brow furrowed in concern.

  "How are you d-d-doing?" Alex asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

  "Oh, I'm doing just fine, Alex," Ebony responded with a warm smile, his bardic charm shining through. "Feeling as chipper as a dog with a bone. Just a bit...aware of these trees, you know?

  They seem to be closing in on us."

  Alex nodded, his eyes darting nervously towards the dense foliage. "Y-yeah, it's p-pretty claustrophobic."

  Ebony chuckled, clapping Alex on the shoulder.

  "Don't worry, my friend. If anything spooks you, just give me a shout, and I'll handle it. Trust me."

  Alex looked down at his feet, then back up at Ebony, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and determination.

  "Are you s-sure? We can h-help too, you know. My m-magic is p-pretty... p-powerful." He struggled with the 'p' sound, his stutter momentarily getting the better of him.

  Ebony smiled reassuringly. "I appreciate the offer, Alex. But don't worry, I've got this. You just focus on keeping those spells charged and ready, in case we run into any trouble."

  Alex, a mischievous glint in his galaxy eyes, tapped Ebony on the shoulder, drawing his attention. "Hey, hey, Ebony, check this out."

  He rubbed his hands together, generating a bit of moisture, and then snapped his fingers. A shower of blue sparkles erupted, and droplets of water materialized in mid-air.

  Alex, with a playful grin, began juggling the water droplets, bouncing them between his hands like miniature water balloons. He wasn't exactly a master juggler, but the sight of water floating and dancing in the air was undeniably impressive.

  Ebony watched in awe. He, as a martial artist, could manipulate water, but only with an existing source. Alex, on the other hand, was conjuring it from thin air.

  "That's... that's..." Ebony stammered, searching for the right word.

  "Mmmmagical," Alex supplied with a cheeky grin.

  "Yes! Magical!" Ebony exclaimed, snapping his fingers in realization.

  "How do you do it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

  Alex opened his mouth to explain, but his stutter got the better of him. He held up a finger, indicating a brief pause, and hurried back to Vicky, whispering in her ear. Vicky listened patiently, then nodded and approached Ebony.

  "I hear you and Alex were talking about mana," she said, her voice gentle.

  "Yes," Ebony confirmed, eager to learn more about this mysterious power source. "Your partner was trying to explain it to me, but..." He gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe Alex's stutter without being insensitive.

  Vicky smiled understandingly. "It's alright, Ebony. Alex isn't the best with words, but he's a brilliant mage nonetheless. Let me explain mana to you."

  She paused, gathering her thoughts. "Well, it's more of a... how do I put this? It's a natural thing for us. Both of us, I mean. Well, not me, personally. I'm not born with magic, but Alex is. He's a mageborn, obviously born with magic."

  "Mainly all the inhabitants of Cyclopy, all of those inhabitants are from Cyclopy, we were born this way. Well, they were born this way, not me. I don't know why I keep saying 'we'," she rambled, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

  Ebony, with his usual charm, chuckled softly. "It's alright, Vicky. I understand what you mean. Please, continue."

  Vicky, reassured by his kind smile, went on. "But all of them are talented with magic. They can summon any form of any kind, using the power of mana."

  Ebony's curiosity deepened. "Pray tell, Vicky, what is this 'mana' you speak of?" he asked, his voice laced with wonder.

  "Well, that's an easy question to answer," Vicky replied with a grin. She turned to Alex, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Okay, Alex, show him the magic."

  Alex, his face beaming with happiness, snapped his fingers in mid-air, and the same blue sparkles materialized around them, dancing and swirling like miniature stars.

  "See those blue sparkles?" Vicky asked, pointing towards the shimmering lights. "That's mana. Mana is everywhere. It exists in the atmosphere, within the planet... it's the very essence of life itself."

  Ebony watched the mesmerizing display, his mind racing with questions. "So, what can you do with it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

  Vicky's smile widened. "Oh, so much! We can manipulate the elements, heal wounds, enhance our abilities... the possibilities are endless. As long as I can remember, most beings can control it to some extent – humans, plants, animals... even Mother Nature herself."

  "Mother Nature?" Ebony echoed, intrigued.

  "Yes," Vicky explained. "We believe mana is the reason we have weather, lava, waterfalls... even natural disasters. It's all the work of Mother Nature, and she was born with it, always has been, always will be. That's what we know about mana, anyway."

  She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "Mana is a gift from this planet, and it'll always be here, available to... well, to Alex's people, anyway."

  Alex, touched by Vicky's words, pulled her into a warm embrace. "Our people," he corrected, his voice clear and strong, his stutter momentarily forgotten.

  Ebony, witnessing the tender moment between the two companions, felt a warmth spread through his chest. He had only known them for a short time, but he could already sense the deep bond they shared, a bond forged in hardship and mutual support.

  "That's beautiful," Ebony whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "And inspiring. Thank you for sharing that with me, Vicky."

  Vicky blushed, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "You're welcome, Ebony. We're happy to share our knowledge with you."

  Alex nodded in agreement, his galaxy eyes shining with a newfound confidence.

  As they were sharing each other's company amongst themselves, Vicky felt a prickle of unease, a sensation of being watched. She turned her head towards the dense forest line, her eyes scanning the shadows.

  The feeling intensified, an unseen presence lurking just beyond the thick foliage. A shiver ran down her spine, and she quickly turned back to the path, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.

  The miles stretched on, the landscape a blur of trees and winding paths. Vicky occasionally glanced back, half expecting to see someone following them, but the forest remained silent and still.

  Finally, they reached another crossroads, marked by a weathered signpost.

  "Dimito 3 miles," Nova read aloud, tracing the faded lettering with his finger. "Serpent's Pass 1 mile. Glottis 2 miles."

  Pyrrhus, ever impatient, declared, "Two more hours, tops! Yeah yeah it's no biggie we've been doing this we've been walking down surface pass for months we've encountered these Bandits before no one will ever touch us Trust. This is nothing. Easy path, easy victory. We've done this a thousand times!"

  Two of his men, one bald and burly, the other lanky with a scraggly beard, stepped forward, boasting about their past exploits. "Of course, boss! We'll crush those bandits like grapes!"

  Pyrrhus, annoyed by their sycophantic chatter, silenced them with a wave of his hand.

  Nova, perched atop the spice-laden carriage, adjusted her gloves and surveyed the surroundings. The scenery was breathtaking, a tapestry of natural beauty that contrasted sharply with the tension of their mission.

  "Alright," Pyrrhus announced, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Might as well keep moving."

  But just as they were about to set off again, Ebony stopped them. "Actually," he declared, "we're going to take a little detour first."

  Pyrrhus scowled, his impatience flaring. "What? Why? We can't waste any more time! I'd rather just get this over with, like we always do."

  Ebony turned to him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, where's the fun in that? A little detour never hurt anyone. Besides," he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've got a few side quests to complete."

  Nova, looking sheepish, chimed in as well. "Actually, I'm feeling a bit peckish. How about we have lunch first? We can't fight on an empty stomach, can we?"

  She pulled out her picnic backpack bag, a tempting aroma of roasted vegetables and seasoned meat wafting through the air.

  Pyrrhus hesitated, his mind wrestling with conflicting desires. On one hand, he was eager to reach Glottis and claim his reward. On the other hand, the thought of a warm meal was undeniably tempting.

  "You know what?" Pyrrhus finally conceded, a weary smile spreading across his face. "You're right. We should take a break." He turned to his men. "Men, find a spot to eat. We'll continue in an hour. Go find some berries or something. Don't choke and don't eat the poisonous ones."

  Ebony grinned, pleased with his successful persuasion. "Excellent! Now, Vicky, Alex, let's go gather those angel flowers." He pulled out the quest sheet, pointing to the description of the delicate white flowers. "They should be growing at the foot of those trees over there."

  Vicky and Alex, eager to prove their worth, scurried off to complete the collection quest.

  Ebony watched them go, then turned his attention to Nova, who was still perched on the carriage, her eyes scanning the horizon.

  "I'm just going to have a quick chat with Nova," Ebony informed Pyrrhus, a playful lilt in his voice. "Don't worry, I won't steal your spotlight for too long."

  He strode towards Nova, ignoring the glares from Pyrrhus and his men. As he walked, he could hear their muttering and grumbling, their insults echoing behind him.

  But he didn't falter. He had a mission to complete, and a debt to repay. And he wasn't about to let a narcissistic adventurer and his band of misfits stand in his way.

  Ebony, with his usual confident swagger, approached Nova, who was enjoying a leisurely lunch atop the spice carriage.

  "Hello there, fair lady," he greeted her with a warm smile.

  Nova, her mouth half-full, raised an eyebrow at his sudden appearance.

  "Hello," she replied cautiously.

  Ebony gestured towards her lunch with a playful flourish.

  "May I ask what culinary delights you're indulging in?"

  Nova chuckled, taking another bite of her sandwich. "Just a simple traveler's fare," she replied, "nothing too fancy."

  Ebony, unfazed, continued his charm offensive.

  "Well, it certainly looks delicious. And speaking of delicious," he added, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "have you ever seen a bard juggle flaming daggers while reciting a love sonnet?"

  Nova, though slightly amused, remained unimpressed. "I've seen more impressive feats at a children's festival," she remarked dryly.

  Ebony, his confidence unshaken, pressed on. "Oh, I assure you, my juggling skills are far from childish. I can even juggle while riding a unicycle and playing the lute simultaneously."

  Nova raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so? And what about your singing?

  Can you hold a tune while balancing on a tightrope?"

  Ebony threw his head back and laughed, a hearty, infectious sound that echoed through the clearing.

  "Madam, you underestimate my talents. I can sing a ballad that would make the angels weep while simultaneously fending off a horde of goblins with my bare hands."

  Nova, though still not entirely convinced, couldn't help but be charmed by his infectious enthusiasm. "Alright, alright," she conceded, "I believe you. But save those impressive feats for the bandits, wouldn't you say?"

  Ebony winked, his smile widening. "Of course, madam. But a little showboating never hurt anyone, did it?"

  Nova chuckled, shaking her head. "Just don't get too carried away, Mr. Gundo. We have a mission to complete."

  Ebony, his confidence unwavering, bowed dramatically. "As you wish, madam. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have a violin concerto to practice."

  He pulled out his violin, the polished wood gleaming in the sunlight. He tucked the instrument under his chin and began to play, the sweet melody filling the air with a sense of tranquility.

  Nova, closing her eyes, leaned back and enjoyed the impromptu concert, the music washing over her like a gentle wave.

  Pyrrhus, however, was far from impressed. He watched Ebony with a mixture of annoyance and disdain, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

  "This is ridiculous," he muttered to one of his men, a tall, athletic fellow with chiseled features and a serious expression.

  "We could have been halfway to Glottis by now if it weren't for this... this bard and his silly antics."

  The man nodded in agreement.

  "Don't worry, boss. I'll handle him."

  He strode towards Ebony, his footsteps firm and deliberate. He stopped in front of the bard, his shadow falling over him like a dark cloud.

  "Hey, bard," he said, his voice low and menacing, "can you keep it down? We're trying to prepare for a potentially dangerous journey, and your music is distracting us."

  Ebony, his eyes still closed, continued playing, the melody flowing effortlessly from his fingertips.

  "Fear not, my friend," he said, his voice calm and soothing, "for music can be a powerful weapon against the darkness. It can soothe the soul, inspire courage, and even strike fear into the hearts of our enemies."

  The man frowned, unimpressed. "That's all well and good, bard, but we're not here for a concert. We're here to protect this cargo and get to Glottis as quickly and safely as possible."

  Ebony finally opened his eyes, a playful glint dancing in them. "And who says we can't do both? Music and battle are not mutually exclusive, my friend. In fact, they can complement each other beautifully."

  He winked, his smile widening. "Besides, a little music never hurt anyone, did it? It might even help us attract some friendly woodland creatures to join our cause."

  The man crossed his arms, his skepticism evident. "Look, bard, I appreciate the sentiment, but we're dealing with dangerous bandits here, not woodland creatures.

  We need to be focused and alert, not lulled into a false sense of security by your tunes."

  Ebony chuckled, his fingers never missing a beat on the strings. "Ah, but that's where you're mistaken, my friend. Music can be a powerful tool for focus and awareness. It can sharpen the senses, heighten perception, and even induce a state of heightened alertness."

  He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "In fact, I'd wager that I'm more aware of my surroundings right now than anyone else here, thanks to the subtle nuances and vibrations that my music reveals."

  The man raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Is that so? And what makes you think you're so special?"

  Ebony's grin widened.

  "Well, for starters, I have exceptionally good hearing. I bet I can hear better than anyone here." He paused, his tongue peeking out playfully.

  "So while you're busy worrying about the rustling of leaves, I'm already listening to the footsteps of a squirrel ten trees away."

  The man's skepticism wavered. He had heard rumors of such abilities, but he had never encountered anyone who claimed to possess them.

  "Alright, bard," he conceded, "you've made your point. But if we run into trouble, you better be ready to switch that lute for a sword."

  Ebony's fingers danced across the strings, the melody shifting from a soothing lullaby to a lively jig. "Always ready, good sir. But for now, let's enjoy the music and the peace before the storm."

  The man, unable to argue further, finally retreated back to Pyrrhus, his expression a mixture of frustration and grudging respect.

  "Well, Jordan?" Pyrrhus asked, his voice laced with impatience.

  Jordan crossed his arms, his face etched with annoyance.

  "I hate that guy," he muttered. "I really want to punch him in his stupid little face."

  Pyrrhus nodded in agreement. "I know, right? I'd pay good money to see him trip over his own feet and land headfirst on his violin."

  The two men glared at Ebony, their eyes filled with barely contained rage.

  "Don't worry, Jordan," Pyrrhus whispered, leaning closer to his confidante. "We'll find a way to get rid of him. And then we'll take all the credit for protecting the cargo."

  Jordan grinned, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Sounds like a plan, boss."

  They exchanged a knowing look, their silent understanding as clear as day.

  Ebony, though seemingly oblivious to their plotting, continued playing his music, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

  The scene cuts to Alex and Vicky searching for Angel Flowers in the woods. They carefully tread off the beaten path, mindful of not getting lost.

  Alex, ever resourceful, conjures a ball of light with a snap of his fingers.

  "This should help us stay on track," he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

  Vicky, her senses heightened, whispers a warning. "Alex, I saw something... heard something in the woods. Something is stalking us. Be careful."

  Alex nods, his expression turning serious. They continue their search, their eyes scanning the ground for the elusive flowers.

  .

  A flashback to their conversation with Ebony earlier that morning plays in their minds.

  "I was talking to the adventurer's guild owner up there, Sadler," Ebony had explained, "and she told me that Angel Flowers are pretty common, so you can't miss them. I was thinking, since we're going down that path anyway, and they're easy to spot, we might as well pick them up as we head to Glottis. Then, when we come back through Dimito, we can turn in both quests – the escort and the collection quest."

  He had flashed them a confident grin. "I have confidence in your abilities, so you'll be fine."

  The scene returns to the present, with Alex and Vicky diligently searching for the flowers. They remember Ebony's words, his belief in their abilities bolstering their determination.

  "Okay, you check that side, I'll check this side," Vicky instructs, pointing towards the opposite ends of a towering oak tree.

  "We'll go around the tree, and when we're done, we'll regroup and move on to the next one."

  Alex nods, and they split up, their eyes scanning the ground for any sign of the Angel Flowers.

  Alex, his galaxy eyes focused, carefully examines the base of the tree. He notices something unusual – a strange symbol etched into the bark.

  ?

  It looks like an upside-down keyhole with a monogram of the letters "O" and "K" intertwined within it.

  Intrigued, Alex reaches out to touch the symbol, his fingers tracing the intricate lines. As he does so, a faint humming sound emanates from the tree, and a warm sensation spreads through his fingertips.

  Suddenly, the ground beneath them begins to tremble, and the tree groans as if in pain. Alex and Vicky stumble back, their eyes wide with surprise.

  A large crack appears in the trunk of the tree, and a blinding light erupts from within. Alex and Vicky shield their eyes, their hearts pounding in their chests.

  When the light subsides, they cautiously lower their hands and stare in disbelief. The tree has transformed, its once ordinary bark now shimmering with an ethereal glow.

  And in the center of the trunk, where the symbol had been, a doorway has materialized, its edges shimmering with an iridescent light.

  Alex and Vicky exchange a nervous glance, their minds racing with questions. What is this strange doorway? Where does it lead? And what secrets lie hidden within?

  Alex and Vicky cautiously approached the shimmering portal, their curiosity battling with their apprehension. They exchanged a nervous glance, neither willing to step through the unknown doorway first.

  Vicky took a deep breath, steeling her resolve. "I'm going to check to see what's inside, Alex," she declared, her voice trembling slightly.

  Alex, his concern for Vicky overriding his own fear, reached out and gently grasped her hand. He shook his head, then spoke a single word, his voice firm and clear: "We."

  Vicky's heart warmed at his gesture of solidarity. They nodded at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. Together, they stepped towards the portal, their hands clasped tightly.

  Suddenly, a figure dropped from the trees, landing with a powerful thud that sent a shockwave rippling through the ground.

  The man stood tall, his imposing figure clad in black leather armor that seemed to absorb the surrounding light.

  A purple bandana was tied around his neck, and his face was framed by a jet-black beard and windswept hair. His eyes, a piercing whitish-blue, held a depth of experience that hinted at a life filled with both battles and wisdom.

  He raised a hand, halting their progress.

  "No," he boomed, his voice commanding yet strangely gentle, "you don't want to go in there. You'll be swarmed and mauled to death by The H.O.A.R.D."

  Vicky, her voice quivering, repeated the unfamiliar name. "The H.O.A.R.D?"

  The man nodded grimly. "Yes, The Highway Outlaws And Raiders of the Dales. A band of Centaur bandits. That portal leads straight to their territory."

  Alex and Vicky, their eyes widening in alarm, instinctively stepped back from the shimmering doorway.

  "You're lucky I stopped you," the man continued. "They often use this portal to launch raids on unsuspecting travelers. I was making sure it didn't open before they could ambush you."

  He walked towards the tree, his gaze fixed on the keyhole-shaped sigil. "They use these portals to coordinate their raids," he explained. "They have them scattered throughout the forest. It's some kind of Centaur magic, unique to their kind."

  Vicky, her voice filled with gratitude, expressed their thanks. "Thank you, sir. We'll be sure to avoid them in the future. They won't be far, right? Since this portal leads to the Dale River, they must be nearby."

  The man turned back to them, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Not quite," he said, his voice laced with a hint of warning.

  Moments later, the rest of the group arrived at the base of the tree, their curiosity piqued by the sight of the mysterious portal and the imposing figure standing before it.

  Pyrrhus, ever eager to assert his dominance, addressed the stranger with a challenging tone. "So, you're saying there are centaurs on the other side of this... portal?"

  The man, unfazed by Pyrrhus's bravado, nodded curtly. "That's what I said. At least an army's worth of them."

  Pyrrhus, without flinching, stepped towards the portal, his curiosity outweighing his caution. He craned his neck, attempting to peer through the shimmering surface.

  Vicky, concerned for his safety, grabbed his arm. "Pyrrhus, you shouldn't go in there!"

  Pyrrhus, annoyed by her interference, slapped her hand away. "Unhand me, woman!" He pushed past her and boldly stuck his head through the portal.

  His eyes widened in disbelief at the sight that greeted him. On the other side, a vast camp sprawled across the landscape, teeming with centaur warriors. It wasn't their main base, but a strategic outpost, strategically positioned near the exit of Serpent's Pass. Dozens of tents were pitched, weapons gleamed in the firelight, and the air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and the sounds of boisterous laughter.

  Pyrrhus's blood ran cold. He had traveled through Serpent's Pass countless times, but he had never seen such a large gathering of centaurs.

  It was clear they were planning something big, and their presence at the exit meant that anyone attempting to pass through would be met with fierce resistance.

  He quickly withdrew his head, cursing under his breath. "Damn it," he muttered, his face pale with anger. He turned to the others, his voice laced with frustration. "Those damn centaurs have blocked the entrance to Serpent's Pass. Even if we get the cargo to Glottis, we'll have to fight our way out through their horde!"

  A wave of panic rippled through the group. The adventurers exchanged nervous glances, their bravado fading in the face of this unexpected threat.

  Ebony, however, remained calm. He wasn't about to let a band of centaurs, no matter how numerous, deter him from his mission. "Well, then," he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "it looks like we have a new challenge to overcome. And I, for one, am always up for a good fight.

  If The HOARD is expecting a bunch of merchants to get ambushed, we might as well attack them before they attack us."

  Everybody fell silent at that response. Everyone was looking at each other, even Ebony's companions were very worried. Nova crossed her arms, a look of uncertainty on her face, and Jordan just rolled his eyes at the whole response, seeing it was very predictable of Ebony to say. Even the man with jet-black hair didn't speak, not too keen on the idea.

  Ebony looked around, as Pyrrhus, ever the antagonist, stepped forward.

  Pyrrhus spoke up in an obnoxious tone, "Well, bard, that's the only good idea you've had all day.

  Come on, men, piercing formation, stand ready! You know the drill. Disgusting me seeing their happy little faces cheering and eating right at our exit, expecting they're going to have a good time taking all our goods.

  Well, these stupid animals haven't met me yet, I, Pyrrhus, and the Silver Falcons. These men-ponies, half-species, are just another group of thugs that we've beaten, bruised, and looted before. Piercing formation! Get your pikes ready!"

  Jordan stepped in and spoke for the rest of the crowd as well. "He's right, everybody, come on, we know what we signed up for. Don't waste your doubts now."

  Pyrrhus's men took a deep breath and agreed with their leader. "Yeah, let's get them!" one yelled. "I bet they're having a good time in there. The minute we step in, we're just going to ruin their day!" another yelled confidently.

  Others started to slap their faces, trying to get their game face on, trying not to show fear. Others took a deep breath and started to scream, getting ready for war and getting their weapons ready. All of them pulled them out, getting ready to stab some centaurs.

  Ebony turned to his companions. "Come on, guys, you're coming with me." The other two, very queasy, shook in agreement, but they'd never experienced a whole army before.

  They mainly fought in the background. But Ebony gave them a motivational tap on the shoulders. "Don't worry, I will do all the skull-bashing, just like everybody else.

  You just provide aid and support. Trust me, okay?"

  Nova announced herself, saying, "I'll just be at the carriage until you guys come back."

  Pyrrhus explained, "Very well. Lux, Patrick, and Matthew, you three stay with Nova, protect the cart till we get back." Pat and Matt put up a salute and both said, "Yes, boss, of course." Lux, with her head still drooped down, just shook her head in agreement.

  Pyrrhus continued, "Everybody else, come with me." The man with jet-black hair also announced himself, "I'm coming with you as well."

  Pyrrhus, with a confused, arrogant look, exclaimed, "Who are you again?"

  "I am Xiao Ling," he said with a booming voice. "I've been hunting down this hoard for a while now. I've been tasked with a kill quest. My target is Lapith's Bane. If you see him, don't touch him, he's mine."

  Pyrrhus, with a slight grin, responded to that answer, "Not unless I get to him first."

  All the men jumped through the portal with battle screams, with Pyrrhus in the front, a battle charge. The whole horde came out, and then Ebony's group, Ebony, Alex, and Vicky, also jumped through the portal, with Xiao Ling right behind them.

  The centaurs were caught off guard and heard a bunch of yelling, a bunch of people with pikes running towards them. Most of them didn't have a chance to react and were sliced by the sword.

  Many of Pyrrhus's men, armed with pikes, charged forward, striking down centaurs with brutal efficiency. Some men even slid beneath the centaurs, targeting their vulnerable underbellies.

  The centaurs, still caught completely unprepared, scrambled for their weapons, their initial disarray turning into chaotic resistance. Men jumped onto the backs of the centaurs, stabbing and slashing, while others rained down arrows from a distance.

  Pyrrhus, his powerful armor deflecting blows, cleaved through the centaur ranks with his longsword, leaving a trail of fallen foes.

  Xiao Ling, a blur of motion, used his Eclipse Double Daggers to devastating effect, leaping from centaur to centaur, his strikes precise and deadly.

  Ebony, witnessing the carnage, seized his opportunity. He charged towards an unprepared centaur, drawing his short swords.

  The centaur, startled, swung his blade. Ebony, bracing himself, used the earth itself to propel him into a mid-air leap, dodging the swing and delivering a powerful back hook kick to the centaur's temple.

  "Gotcha," Ebony muttered, confident in his precise strike.

  However, to his shock, the centaur remained unfazed. It turned, its hooves raised, ready to attack again. Ebony quickly backflipped, regaining his footing.

  Confused by the lack of effect, Ebony drew upon his elemental abilities. "Just warming up," he declared.

  He slammed his short swords into the ground and unleashed a fiery punch, the flames coalescing into a fist that struck the centaur's face.

  The blast was immense, leaving burn marks on the centaur's face. Yet, the creature only seemed angrier, its eyes blazing with fury.

  Ebony was stunned. That punch could have felled a lesser foe. His companions, witnessing the ineffective attacks, shared his growing concern.

  The gravity of the situation began to sink in.

  Ebony's confidence wavered as he realized his abilities were proving ineffective. This battle was going to be far more challenging than he anticipated.

  "Oh, this is not good," he muttered, his voice laced with apprehension. "This is very much not good."

  All the men jumped through the portal with battle screams, with Pyrrhus in the front, a battle charge. The whole horde came out, and then Ebony's group, Ebony, Alex, and Vicky, also jumped through the portal, with Xiao Ling right behind them.

  The centaurs were caught off guard and heard a bunch of yelling, a bunch of people with pikes running towards them. Most of them didn't have a chance to react and were sliced by the sword.

  Many of Pyrrhus's men, armed with pikes, charged forward, striking down centaurs with brutal efficiency. Some men even slid beneath the centaurs, targeting their vulnerable underbellies.

  The centaurs, still caught completely unprepared, scrambled for their weapons, their initial disarray turning into chaotic resistance.

  Men jumped onto the backs of the centaurs, stabbing and slashing, while others rained down arrows from a distance.

  Pyrrhus, his powerful armor deflecting blows, cleaved through the centaur ranks with his longsword, leaving a trail of fallen foes.

  Xiao Ling, a blur of motion, used his Eclipse Double Daggers to devastating effect, leaping from centaur to centaur, his strikes precise and deadly.

  Ebony, witnessing the carnage, seized his opportunity. He charged towards an unprepared centaur, drawing his short swords.

  The centaur, startled, swung his blade. Ebony, bracing himself, used the earth jump. His jump was so powerful, it summoned an earth wall right below his feet, meeting the centaur's level. He then jumped off the earth wall itself to propel him into a mid-air leap.

  The centaur swung his blade as he was jumping, but Ebony parried it with his swords. He dodged the swing and delivered a powerful back hook kick to the centaur's temple.

  "Gotcha," Ebony muttered, confident in his precise strike.

  However, to his shock, the centaur remained unfazed. Ebony after being airborne, he came back down to the ground and made contact with it using his feet

  The centaur It turned, its hooves raised, ready to attack again.

  Ebony quickly backflipped, over his wall regaining his footing.

  Confused by the lack of effect, Ebony drew upon his elemental abilities. "Just warming up," he declared.

  The centaur sliced through the earth wall, A loud slap the slab of the wall hitting the ground violently revealing the creatures violent urge.

  Ebony slammed his short swords into the ground and unleashed a fiery punch, the flames coalescing into a fist that struck the centaur's face.

  The blast was immense, leaving burn marks on the centaur's face. Yet, the creature only seemed angrier, its eyes blazing with fury.

  Ebony was stunned. That punch could have felled a lesser foe. His companions, witnessing the ineffective attacks, shared his growing concern.

  Determined to find a weakness, Ebony channeled his energy again.

  "He focused, extending his arms, channeling his energy. Summoning rapid gusts of wind with each gesture, he attempted to create a whirlwind to disorient the centaur.”

  He spun, his hands moving in intricate patterns, but the wind merely ruffled the centaur's mane.

  The creature stood firm, its gaze unwavering, its hooves planted firmly in the earth.

  "What was going on?" Ebony thought, "This centaur was shrugging off attacks that would have crippled anyone else. Was it his armor? His hide? Or was something else going on?"

  He looked down and saw a small puddle of muddy water close by. He stuck his hand in the muddy water, the cool, thick liquid clinging to his skin.

  Creating a water whip, he lashed at the centaur's body, hoping to cause any type of damage towards the creature.

  But the water seemed to evaporate harmlessly against the centaur's thick hide, leaving only a faint dampness. The creature snorted, unimpressed.

  The gravity of the situation began to sink in. Ebony's confidence wavered as he realized his abilities were proving ineffective. This battle was going to be far more challenging than he anticipated. The centaur seemed impervious to his elemental attacks, shrugging them off as if they were mere annoyances.

  "Oh, this is not good," he muttered, his voice laced with apprehension. "This is very much not good."