Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Gwenna watches all of this from the bed, petting Squeaker’s round head as she does. “You want help with that?”
“Sparrow dresses herself,” I say, determined.
She rolls her eyes at me. “You’re taking this too seriously. They’re going to take one look at you and know you for a lady.”
“They won’t. I’m dressed like one of the common folk.” I finish lacing my bodice and gaze down at myself, pleased. The sleeves are heavy and undecorated, with a button at the wrist, and I do them up, admiring the very drab pouf of fabric. Not even a bit of embroidery to liven things up. “Look at me. I’m wearing so much brown I can’t possibly help but look common.”
“No ‘common’ woman owns a gown in brocade, no matter the color.” She swings her feet on the bed. “You want to swap clothing?”
I consider it, but Gwenna—Wren, I must remember, Wren!—is far shorter than I am. Her skirts would be practically indecent and she’s got more in the bust than I do. “I shall be fine.”
“Are you wearing your spectacles today? You haven’t put them on.”
“Absolutely not. Spectacles are a rich woman’s accoutrement. I can’t have them thinking that I don’t need to join.”
“Can’t have that,” Gwenna drawls. “Bad enough that you’ve got titties.”
“Hush.” I gaze down at said titties and they look rather prominent, thanks to the bodice I wear that’s designed for exactly such an effect. That won’t do. I unlace the top and do a bit of strategic tucking so I seem flatter, and then re-lace with a bit of give. “There. Better. And it’s raining, so I shall take my umbrella.”
She eyes me and then looks down at her own plain clothing, then shrugs. “So what do I need to know about the guild?”
“What do you mean?”
Gwenna purses her lips. “Like, am I supposed to know what they do other than tomb robbing? Who was the first tomb robber? How’d they manage a whole guild about tomb robbing?”
I sputter at her words. “ ‘Tomb robbing’?! It’s not tomb robbing! It’s artifact retrieval.”
“From tombs.” She puts up a hand when I protest again. “I’m not judging, I’m just asking what I need to know so I can blend in and make it look like it’s my lifelong dream to join the guild.”
I want to protest more, because it’s not about tomb robbing. True, some artifacts are found buried with people, but the reason behind the artifact retrievals is a noble one. Each one will be used to carefully further the power of the holders, enabling them to protect people and the lands. “What do you want to know?”
“How did it get started? The whole guild thing? It’s because of the Mancer Wars, right?”
Nervous, I wonder how much I can sum up for her that she’ll remember. There are three hundred years of storied and glorious Royal Artifactual Guild history, but I suppose she just needs the basics. “The Mancer Wars had shown everyone that personal magic—be it as a pyromancer, geomancer, or even necromancer—was unstable and corrupted the person using it. Because of the Mancer Wars, the king outlawed personal magic and established the holds amongst his lords. You know that part, yes?”
She nods. “And it was all three hundred years ago? Is that when Prell fell?”
I shake my head. “Old Prell was destroyed over a thousand years ago, long before the Mancer Wars. But after the Mancer Wars, without magic, people didn’t know how to protect their holds. Wars broke out constantly and the lords of the holds were unhappy because they felt they didn’t have enough power to hold on to their lands. A man called Sparkanos was interested in ancient history, and he traveled to the ruins of Old Prell. Three hundred years ago it was simply a cattle pasture. He dug into the earth and pulled up an orb with a word of power on it, and brought it to the king. The nobles all wanted orbs of their own, and the ruins were overrun with thieves and vandals. Sparkanos and the king knew the flow of artifacts had to be controlled so it could be kept amongst the nobility. They walled off the caverns that led to the Everbelow and declared it owned by the Royal Artifactual Guild, and if anyone wished to hunt for artifacts to sell, they would have to join the guild. Understand?”
“I thought you were going to give me the shortened version.” She winks at me. “That’s a lot to remember.”
It’s because that is the shorter version. I’m skipping three hundred years of politics, guild maneuvering, discoveries, and holder power grabs. “All you need to know is that Old Prell went boom nearly a thousand years before the guild was created. All right?”
“Old Prell, really old.” She lifts one finger and then another as she counts. “Guild came much later. Wait, when was Vastwarren built?”