Aeric bowed his head slightly to Kian. "If you wish me to go, then I will go," he said simply, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. The truth of the matter was that Aeric had no desire to meet with the Fae. No desire to meet any of them, let alone the Queen. The Fae were a dangerous race. They were tricksters and seducers and on occasion could be cruel murderers. And if one were weak of spirit and mind, it would be easy to become fooled by the Fae's Glamour. For the essence of the race was based on illusion. One could never be sure they were seeing what was actually real when dealing with a Fae.
"I would not trust any other with this task," Kian said and Aeric nodded again, knowing that he had no choice but to go now. Kian was far too trusting, but Aeric found himself wanting to do everything possible to earn and keep that trust.
"Then by your leave," Aeric said and bowed again, to which Kian mirrored the act, and then left. He would need to assemble a small party of warriors to accompany him. One would be a fool to go into the realm of the Fae alone. If the Fae didn't get you, then some vicious beast would.
Aeric knew exactly who he wanted to bring with him. One man in particular he knew he could not go without. Gryffin Moorwood. The son of a blacksmith and the best weapon crafstman Aeric knew. He was also a good friend and a well trained warrior. How could one make a truly great weapon if they didn't know how to use it.
Gryffin lived in a cottage not too far away from Aeric. It didn't take long to get there and, much to Aeric's luck, a few of the personal guards that Aeric trained were visiting with Gryffin, making orders for their new weapons. Aeric entered the cottage without knocking, as was accustom with him now that he'd become good friends with the man.
Inside, the guards were seated around a table, eating a meal that Gryffin had prepared for them. Gryffin was in the back, already setting to work on the orders. All of them looked up as Aeric entered. Gryffin smiled a little and set aside what he was doing, wiping off his grimy hands on his tunic before coming towards the front of the cottage.
"Aeric," Gryffin greeted him. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"It is no pleasure," Aeric said, shaking his head. "I need you, all of you, to accompany me on a trip."
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