behind the men like a shadow. No one noticed her until her bright yellow orange eyes cautiously scanned the room. Jagwynn accompanied Shaz everywhere he went, since he'd found her in the forest and raised her. It was however, more than an owner and a pet. She understood his thoughts better than anyone else. It was as if she could read them.
The tavern hardly felt quaint, but it was warm. Sailors, deckhands, and the occasional outlaw, stop here to get a quick reprieve. The Screaming Siren was designated as neutral territory. Small wooden tables were strewn throughout the tavern in no particular order. Large silver platters of meats and bread covered the tables. The pungent odor of alcohol mixed with sweat and tobacco filled the air. Each time the heavy wooden door swung open, eddies of cold air wafted throughout the room. Half burned candles in sconces let off as much feeble light as they could. Long wood planks hung over large tables and acted as crude chandeliers, which were covered in spent wax.
The massive ornately carved fireplace filled one full wall. The waning fire warmed the tavern with its simmering, crackling embers. Serving wenches busily moved from table to table, helping hungry, thirsty and the occasionally rude and grabby customers. Their floor-length colorful skirts brushed and swooshed around as they maneuvered around.
"Quickly Shaz, before Yerild sails off without us," Merrick said.
Merrick pulled off his wet cloak and tucked it in the crook of his elbow. His broad width navigated through the crowded room toward the bar.
"Do you think Captain Yerild is crazy enough to set sail in this storm?" Shaz asked.
Shaz ran his fingers through his long pale blonde hair and pulled the soaking wet locks from his handsome face. He slipped off his cloak, revealing a slender but muscular build. Several patrons mumbled to each other as he and Jagwynn worked their way through the smoke-filled room. Shaz was used to being gawked at, his whole life he'd been the only one he knew with blonde hair.
"Yerild is a wild card. I wouldn't put it past him, son," Merrick said, he slapped a copper on the counter, "Two laagers, please."
Shaz saw a hooded figure with large beady gray eyes and a nose that resembled a beak, sitting in a corner. Its hands appeared crippled and its frame was bent in half. It was if he was half-man-half-crow. Jagwynn arched her back as a low rumbling growl broke her lips. Shaz reached down and scratched behind her ears to calm her. The bird creature withdrew into his hood and hissed back at the jaguar. A shiver ran down Shaz's back as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Shaz wasn’t sure why he felt that way and shook it off as nothing but nerves. Shaz sidled up next to Merrick at the bar, when he saw a second hooded figure, in the opposite corner of the room. The man sat up and stared in is direction. His hood covered most of his face, which made Shaz uneasy.
"Where are you two gents from?" asked the barkeep.
He set two tankers on the bar. Shaz took the frothy beverage and gulped it down. The second man stood and began making his way toward them. He was tall, strong and had an heir of authority about him. Ceros pulled back his hood and opened his robe, resting his hands on his hips. Bright colored cloth draped and encircled his stately frame starting at his forehead and ended at the floor.
"I would like to introduce myself," he stated in a low voice. He bowed to each of them, "My name is Ceros. I'm a High Cleric to The Sun Goddess. It is imperative that I talk with you both at this moment, privately."
He indicated to his booth.
"Um..." Shaz said.
He looked at his father who held up his hand to silence him.
"Please Shaz, may we talk?" Ceros asked. Shaz sized him up, noting his curved sword and its size. "It is imperative that we talk at this instant. Merrick, I'm sure you appreciate the magnitude of this day."
"Father, what is he talking about? What about this day?" Shaz asked with one