A week later.

“Mhm…” Uklag says and looks down at his newest accomplishment in his hands. “Catherine?” his discipline is looking down on the plan for the Bended City. Like she is always doing when she has a free minute. She doesn’t answer him though and with a sigh Uklag puts down the piece of metal. “APPRENTICE!” he shouts and Catherine jumps to attention. “Sorry, Master. What is it?” “Stop looking at that, it’s a failure anyway. The 261th attempt is even less worthy of your time than you are of mine. Now go stand in the hallway I want to test something.”

Catherine hastily obeys and once outside waits for further instructions. Raising the metal again he draws a pattern on it with his thumb. “Now, have some torches turned green?” Uklag asks, Cather affirms. “Yes, it works. From now on, every time you see green torches you are to get to the dining hall as soon as possible, get it?”

“Yes, Master.” Catherine is still a bit absent minded and looks at the plan. “You are way to infatuated with that.” Her master scolds. “You can look at it for aeons but you still won’t understand it, you are a born Evoker, not an Enchanter.” The witch sighs, “But it is so very interesting. Just like your wives marks.”

She gets back into the room. In the meantime the warlock is thinking about the past days. First he had given the men their rewards, they were very pleased, then he had given them mining equipment and now he had about 20 kilo of Orichalcum, three times what he needed. Since then he had done the usual. Fuck women and Enchant things. It is a good life.

But it isn’t an eternal one. “Get the news to everybody, and tell them the first gathering is right now. It’s time we get on our way.” Catherine nods and soon enough they are all gathered. The dining hall is slowly filling itself as four more men have joined them. Two of them work for Zal, one for Droy and one for Meltzer.

Uklag raises his hand as always the room gets silent immediately. “Okay, first off we will need a bigger dining hall soon…I will get to that once I return from my trip. Which will begin tomorrow. That is all.” He rams his wooden staff on the ground, he prefers to use it inside the base. The twins sigh, but they had expected it, Alratha chuckles, Droy looks happy, Celine is cuddled against Droy, Zal looks as passive as ever, Catherine seems excited and Meltzer looks tired.

Everything is the same and Uklag knows that the organization he has built will be stable even without him for a while.

The next day they take their leave. The morning sun has barely risen and the trio is already a good amount of distance away. Alratha has taken her complete uniform with her, including all weapons. Catherine is wearing the black robe Uklag has provided her with and Uklag himself is dressed up in the usual, now wearing his black glass staff.

“Which route will we take anyway?” Alratha asks, “We are of course walking on the great trade street that reaches to Falkirk…” Uklag answers. The assassin smiles, “Really? Sounds fun, can I murder everyone that stops us? Should be around everybody.” “Of course that was a joke you dumb whore.” Uklag sighs. “No, we will go towards the ocean, west from here. You told me there was a river that is used to transport wares towards Arlheim, isn’t that right Catherine?”

The witch nods, “Yes, it is used frequently.” “Exactly, so we will walk west in search of a smaller port city, steal a small boat plus crew and use them to get there. Easy enough right?”