Page 160 of I Ran Away to Evil 3
Julian was back in action. “Tell Jeffry to pack for a longer trip. We are setting out as soon as everyone is ready.”
“Back to the grind it is!” The paladin saluted and turned to do as he was told.
Julian added, “We’ll be pushing harder than before, so plan accordingly.”
The paladin flinched and looked back at us over his shoulder. “Does that mean … ?”
“Two weeks,” the duke told him. “And a dungeon delve.”
“Really?” Sir Tully shot me a look.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Julian frowned, his usual dark countenance in full force.
“Wow, alright.” Sir Tully was unfazed, scratching his head once before his face split into a wide grin. “I’ll go tell the party.”
I told the paladin, “Don’t forget to pack a spare war hammer.”
“Good idea!” He waved and ran off.
Julian sighed. We walked after the excited paladin, not hand in hand. After last night, it felt like I was closer to Julian than before, but with a deeper pit between us.
“Was that a helpful reminder, or a warning?” he asked.
“A warning,” I told him. “He’s going to break his in the next battle. Or that’s what I’ve gathered from [Sense Fate].”
[Passive Perk:Sense Fatehas activated. Sir Tully Grey will break his beloved War Hammer in his next fight.]
[You have crossed paths with a fate that can be changed. Area of effect radius: Level 66 x Perception 45 x Foretelling 4 = 11,880 sq/ft. Fate herself will guide you.]
[“Strike fast when elemental form, brace but harder than the hand, face foes succumbed in storm, and shatter where they stand.”]
“Anything else we should be wary of?” he asked, offhand.
I glanced at my notifications. “There’s only an oracle about Henrietta … but I’ve stopped looking in on her unless I have to.” It seemed like an invasion of privacy. [Foretelling] what was supposed to happen was next to useless, since Feliwyn wasn’t fighting Henrietta in this life—she was doting on the Dark Lady. Though I did use it to follow a few side plots.
Without planning Madame Potts’s Casts, it wasn’t as necessary to check in on every little oracle. At this point, the only one I’d be interested in watching would be Alice, if for no other reason than to prepareagainsther.
I wasn’t as interested in season three ofDungeon Delves and Debutantes; I just wanted to survive long enough to reach Julian’s dungeon and my bridge and make peace with my life.
“Your Grace, Miss Gerda.” John appeared out of the shadows beside us. “Visha says we can be ready to depart within the hour.”
“Good.” Julian crossed his arms.
Seven Weeks into the North
We were approaching the shores of the Northern Sea and the area where my [Map] showed we might find Julian’s dungeon.
“We should stop here!” I stuck my head out around Visha and called up to Julian at the front. We were speed-walking north single file through the snow, and had been doing so for hours.
Julian spoke over his shoulder, not slowing down. “At the top of the next ridge.”
There was a hill in the distance with a few trees.
“We shouldreallystop now!” I said, and the group slowed. It wasn’t ideal, as we were ankle deep in a snow drift, but gauging the timing, I thought now should be about right.
“Do we need to put down a bridge?” Visha asked, one hand on each of her weapons.
“No.” I pointed up.
