Spells:
Demon Skin-Rank 2
Demonic Retribution- Rank 2
Summon Least Imp
Fire Blast- Rank 2
Sap Strength- Rank 2
Demonic Haze- Rank 2
Summon Lesser Destroyer
Demonic Vitality- Rank 2
Fire Burst
Summon Lesser Succubus
Abilities:
Personal Spells
Flame Weapon
Copy
Infernal Upgrade: (Succubus- Ally)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Waking the next day to the smell of coffee, Alburet opened his eyes to see Stacia standing next to the bed with a tray in her hands. “Morning, Kitten,” he said as he rubbed his eyes clear of the gunk out of them.
“Mornin’, master,” Stacia replied, smiling as she watched him get into a sitting position on the bed. She laid the tray across his lap, the wooden legs on either side helping stabilize it. “It be just a bit of frumenty this mornin’. Also, a cup of coffee for ya as well.” She went around the bed getting onto it beside him laying on her side watching him with a smile.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Already had some,” she replied with a grin. “Ya slept like a rock. Figured the coffee might rouse ya out of ya slumber, and I was right at tha’.”
Chuckling, he shook his head before he took a bite of the food. As he swallowed he put the spoon down, “Frumenty you called it? It’s wheat, with a bit of milk, sugar and cinnamon?”
“Aye, master. It be a traditional mornin’ food. I was wantin’ to see iffin ya would like it. Most of the two-souled all be wantin’ eggs and meat for breakfast at the inn when they even stopped to eat.”
“On the other world, we have something similar to this called oatmeal. It’s made of oats, and normally has stuff added to it like berries, honey or other stuff. This is different. Good, but different.” He went back to eating, enjoying each bite of this different food. When he finished, he turned to his coffee, “Did you have anything in mind for today, Kitten?”
“I did nay, but we can always just stay in,” Stacia replied.
Glancing down Alburet caught her eyes, which were smoldering with desire. “I think I know what it is you want. I will note that Stewart is coming along sometime this afternoon. Otherwise I’m sure I can give you what it is you want.”
Letting out a pleased sound Stacia slid over to him, nuzzling his neck. “Ya can indeed, master, be rough and…”
She cut off as a knock came at the door. Her indignant look pulled a muffled laugh from Alburet. “Better go see who it is, Kitten.”
Grumbling, Stacia got out of bed, stalking towards the front room. Alburet set the tray aside and got out of bed himself. He’d just finished getting dressed when Stacia came back to the room. “The sign be here, he be wantin’ to know which side to put it on,” Stacia told him, still clearly disgruntled at being interrupted.
“Left of the archway facing it from the outside,” Alburet replied. He looked at his armor, but left it off. He wasn’t going to need it today. He followed her as she went back to the front. Stepping outside, he saw it was late morning with the sun well up. In front of the house was a distinguished looking gentleman with black hair gone grey at the temples.
Stacia relayed Alburet’s instructions just as Alburet came out around the corner of the archway. Alburet nodded to the man amiably, “Morning.”
“Ah, so you are the man who commissioned my work,” master crafter Smith said, offering a hand to shake. “It was nice working on your sign. I wish I had known it was for someone sponsored by the crown, though.”
“Huh?” Alburet said, then sighed. “Sorry, I just woke up a few minutes ago. What do you mean sponsored by the crown?”
“The message went around this morning,” Smith said. “’Alpha Company is granted recognition and chartered by the Crown.’ That’s what the message said, along with a bit about Summoners now being able to Summon their minions to protect themselves, and allowing them to summon Infernals freely inside the Dead Man Inn and the Alpha Company guild hall.”
“I didn’t know Sir Jones was going to have that done today. Those were the boons I asked for, though,” Alburet replied.
“So, you’re a Summoner then?” Smith asked curiously.
“Yes, is that an issue?”
“Not with me. I’ve done the signs for Alistern for years. Many still think you lot steal babies or something stupid. I know you’re all normal folks, good or bad just like every other class.”
“Refreshing to hear you say that. I’ve been sneered at a few times for my vocation.”
“Bah, all this is beside the point. Shall we get this sign set up?” Smith asked as he rubbed his hands.
“Sure, but where is the sign?” Alburet asked, looking around for a cart.
Laughing, Smith pulled a small three-inch square from his belt pouch. “Right here.” He walked to the left side of the arch. He set the square on the ground then stepped back. A moment later a sign appeared with the shaft sunk into the ground. The guild emblem was clear and perfect, the sign looking fresh and new. “There you are, sir. Is that what you wanted?”
Nodding, Alburet replied, “That is indeed what I was looking for, and apparently right when I needed it as well.” Alburet held out a gold coin, “My thanks, sir, for your wonderful work.”
Chuckling, Smith took the coin, “A pleasure. The sign will last for a year before it will break. Next time you can get a longer lasting sign if you use different wood. I wish you well and good luck. You’re going to need it in the next few days I’m sure.” With a grin he walked off, waving over his shoulder.
Alburet arched a brow after the departing man, wondering what he could mean. He went back inside to find Stacia cleaning dishes in the kitchen. “The sign is up if you want to get a look at it, Kitten.”
“In a moment,” Stacia said as she set aside the clean dishes. “So, as I was sayin’ before…” Another knock came at the door, causing her eye to twitch. She answered the door, barely suppressing a scowl. “Can I help ya?”
“Is this the guild hall for Alpha Company?” a polished baritone voice asked.
“The guild hall be the door behind ya, but no one be in there at the moment. What is it ya be needin’?”
“I’m sorry to intrude, madam, it was not my intent. My master wishes to meet with Alpha Company. If none of them are available I shall so inform him.”
Alburet went over to stand behind Stacia, “I’m Alburet, the guild leader of Alpha Company. What can I do for you?”
The butler in his black and white uniform eyed Alburet critically for a moment, then handed over an envelope. “My master wished this to be passed along to you, sir. My master instructed that it only be delivered to a senior member of Alpha Company.”
“I see,” Alburet took the letter then handed it directly to Stacia. “Thank you for delivering your message. I will attend to it when I have time, or did he require you to await an answer?”
The butler bowed a fraction of an inch, “No, sir, that is all. Good day.” He turned precisely on his heel and left with a smooth stride.
“I do nay like the way this looks to be goin’,” Stacia muttered as she held the envelope back to Alburet.
“Why? It’s just a letter, nothing to worry about.” Just as Alburet finished another knock sounded at the door. Alburet sighed before he answered it, to find a well-dressed woman standing there. “Can I help you, miss?”
Looking Alburet over, the woman seemed a little disappointed. “Is this the guild hall for Alpha Company?”