Page 24 of I Ran Away to Evil 2
Brownie wasnotexpecting the waterfall she was meditating beside to light up like the Peldeep Festival of Lights. She also did not anticipate a lizardkin clothed in robes of silver toburst from the waterfalland land before her as she sat in nothing more than a cotton bathing robe and fluffy slippers.
At least he wasn’t facing her.
He landed in a powerful pose, robes billowing. His blue-gray hair was pulled into a top knot, and his green scales were gray at the tips.
“Ha ha ha!” the man laughed, elated, chest puffed out and his hands in fists on his waist. He managed to feel like an esteemed graceful master and a battle-ready warrior at the same time. Brownie didn’t get up; she hadn’t finished her meditation cycle yet.
“The Ten Thousand Star Artsss are complete! Nothing shall ssstop me this time in our revenge, Father. I shall defy the heavensss and reclaim my birthright!” And then, he was talking to himself in a very main character manner that Brownie wished she could pay closer attention to. “Oh, Father, if only you could sssee me now. I will restore our honor! Thisss I swear to you.”
He relaxed from his impassioned speech and then stretched one arm over his head and held the position for a few moments before switching to the other. He then cracked his neck before bending into a crouch, one leg extended as he touched his toes.
She was counting her breathing and focused on the feeling of her mana flowing in a calm manner throughout her entire body. When she was ready, she released a long breath and finished. Brownie stood up. For a large and curvy half giantess, she could mute her presence very well; all training from her childhood.
“Good evening,” she said calmly so as not to startle the lizardkin.
It didn’t work.
“Ack!” He twisted around, and an icicle shattered against the mountainside beside her left shoulder. “You court death, sssneaking up on this master!”
Her heart raced, but she ignored the cloying fear that crawled up her spine. She wasnota direct-combat type. The man hadn’t seemed like the kind to ice now and ask questions later, but apparently, Brownie was mistaken …
Still, bluffs were bluffs, and if she didn’t walk her way out of this with pretend bluster, then she could at leastfakeit until she got close enough to push him off the side of the mountain.
Brownie had some idea of the identity of the man she was talking to, and asked, “General Knolith, I presume?”
He paused, taking in Brownie’s tall, curvaceous stature and partially undressed state. A ruddy hue bloomed on his otherwise green cheeks. The lizardman only came up to her elbow, with a full view. “Do I know you?”
“No,” Brownie stated simply, crossing her arms. “But I’ve heard about a lizardkin who practices the Ten Thousand Star Arts from His Royal Viciousness, King Keith, and I assumed. My name is Minstrel Bronwynn Lyriel.”
Good. She praised herself on an excellent name drop—always important when coming across random all-powerful martial generals bursting out of waterfalls on an otherwise quiet day.
“And who areyouto ssspeak freely with the king of the Dark Enchanted Forest?” he demanded.
“I,” Brownie stated, “am the queen of the Dark Enchanted Forest’s best friend.”
“Wait.” He took a step back, a hand going to his chest. “Whois your best friend?”
“I am Queen Henrietta’s best friend,” she repeated. “And traveling with Commander Rufus Triever on our way to Servalt.”
“Keith has awife?” General Knolith said, incredulous. “Our Keith? The one who never leavesss his workshop?”
Brownie smiled. “As far as I know, Henrietta met himinthat workshop, and the rest is history. They got married yesterday.”
“He got married and I missed the wedding byone day?” The lizardkin spat blood. Literally. Somehow, no droplets managed to get on his clothes as he pulled out a silk kerchief and swiftly wiped. He recovered remarkably quickly, eyes meeting hers. “Wait, you said Rufusss is with you?”
“Yes.” She wondered if General Knolith always had a habit of saying “wait” before repeating exactly what had been told to him. “I did.”
“Take me to him!” the lizardkin ordered. “I need newsss from a reliable sssource, and better him than thatssspider.”
Brownie couldn’t help it, she raised one eyebrow and stared at the general. He waited, expectant.
At this point, Brownie’s mind was racing, and she settled on two options.
One, she could politely tell the lizardkin general that she wasnotgoing to leave her relaxing spa day to go traipsing about Thistlecrick wearing nothing but her cozy cottons and fluffy slippers. Explaining to him that she was,in fact, not a citizen of Nilheim to be ordered about. Letting him know that she didn’t,in fact, know where Rufus was. And even if shedid, why would she lead him there just so he could interrogate a potentially similarly undressed Rufus lounging in some hot spring somewhere trying to relax.
That image made her pause for a second.
Or two, she could lead General Knolith out of the mountain path, take him to the highly private inner quarters of the General of the North’s lair, and potentially get to listen in on Dark Enchanted Forest gossip and watch the lizardkin’s reactions when Knolith learned that the Heroine of Justicedidn’tmass murder everyone in Nilheim and instead became the Dark Lord’s pastry chef and won him over with bimbleberry scones.
