one's sanity. They owed each other their lives a dozen times over, and there was no person in the world that Ghaji trusted more. If Diran said he sensed evil, Ghaji believed him, without question.
'My teeth have been on edge since we first approached the dock,' Ghaji admitted, 'and the hair on the back of my neck is standing at attention. What do you think is causing it?'
'The same force that drove the gulls to attack us,' the priest said. 'But other than that, I cannot say.'
'Do you think it also has something to do with the way everyone's been looking at us?' Ghaji nodded toward a berthed sail boat as they passed. There were three men aboard-two humans and a half-elf-and whatever they had been doing a moment ago, they now stood upon the deck of their vessel, glaring at the companions as they walked by, faces contorted into expressions of pure hatred so intense they were almost comical.
Almost.
'We do seem to be attracting a great deal of negative attention,' Diran said. 'Far more than mere travelers should get for simply walking along the dock. It's almost as if our arrival was expected, though obviously not welcomed.'
The trio in the sailboat wasn't the only ones staring at them with hate-filled eyes. Sailors, fishermen, dockhands… all fixed the companions with baleful glares that seemed to carry an almost physical force. If eyes were swords, then those gazes could've pierced flesh.
Ghaji's fingers toyed with the haft of his axe, but though the half-orc made no move to draw his weapon, Diran-with the awareness that only long-time companions possess-said, 'Easy, my friend. They appear content to stare. For now, at least.'
Ghaji nodded, though his perpetual scowl deepened in displeasure.
Diran glanced back over his shoulder toward Solus. 'Do you sense anything more than you did aboard the shallop?'
The psiforged's crystals flashed briefly, then went dim. 'No more than you do. The atmosphere of anger is stronger here, but I cannot locate its center. It seems to come from both everywhere and nowhere at the same time.'
Tresslar snorted. 'That's helpful.'
Ghaji glared at the elderly artificer. Ever since Solus had joined them, Tresslar had been envious of the psiforged's powers, and his envy had only grown after the loss of the dragonwand. With the wand in his possession, Tresslar had been the most powerful member of their group in many ways. Without it, though he still possessed his skills at artificing, that distinction fell to Solus-and Tresslar was far from happy about it.
Diran stepped forward to walk alongside Asenka. 'Is Kolbyr always like this?'
'I've only been here a few times. Most of my encounters with Kolbyrites have been at sea.'
Ghaji knew that by 'encounters' Asenka was referring to the Sea Scorpions' periodic clashes with the Coldhearts.
Asenka went on. 'You met Haaken and his crew. By and large, most Kolbyrites are like them: ill-tempered, belligerent, ready to fight at the least provocation. But this… this is different.'
Ghaji stepped forward to flank Diran. 'Do you think this has something to do with the curse on the house of Kolbyr?'
Diran thought for a moment before replying. 'The tales we've heard make no mention of it affecting anyone but the firstborn heir of the house of Kolbyr, and even then, only the heir's appearance is supposed to be affected. But rumors and stories never tell the entire truth, do they? I suppose it's possible, though. We'll just have to see for ourselves, and in the meantime, remain vigilant.'
'In other words, business as usual,' Ghaji said.
Diran smiled. 'Precisely.'
Kolbyr's harbormaster demanded what seemed to Ghaji an exorbitant fee for allowing them passage into the city, especially since they didn't have a ship of their own to dock. But the man-sour-faced, with a scowl even more pronounced than Ghaji's-fairly trembled with suppressed rage while they talked, and Ghaji had the feeling that only the harbormaster's greed prevented him from summoning the city watch to haul them away. But though it took a good portion of their remaining funds, in the end Baron Mahir's money did the trick, and the companions were granted permission to enter Kolbyr.
Like the docks, the buildings were hewn from gray stone. The squat, blocky structures were plain and austere, their surfaces smooth and bereft of ornamental touches. The streets were stone as well, though cracked in numerous places and in dire need of repair. The oppressive pall that they'd sensed at the docks was stronger here, and it felt as if the companions shouldered an unseen and increasingly heavy burden as they walked.
'And I thought Perhata was unpleasant.' Ghaji remembered Asenka was with them and quickly said, 'Sorry.'
The woman smiled. 'Don't worry about it. My city may not be the jewel of the Principalities, but it has Kolbyr beat.'
Ghaji couldn't disagree with that.
The people they passed looked little different than their counterparts in Perhata. Both men and women wore their hair in braids with intricate beadwork woven in-though theirs was less showy than elsewhere in the Principalities-and all were dressed warmly. The big difference was in attitude. Though the Perhatans were by and large rogues, thieves, and swindlers, the Kolbyrites appeared to be barely restrained killers. They glared, sneered, spat, and some even growled like beasts as the companions passed. More than a few hands twitched toward weapons, but none had been drawn-so far. Ghaji thought of the gulls that attacked Welby's Pride, and he wondered if the only reason the Kolbyrites hadn't given in to their antagonistic impulses was because they weren't simple- minded animals. He also wondered that, if the curse of Kolbyr was truly at work here, how long the citizenry would be able to resist the urge to attack.
Tresslar stepped forward until he trailed directly behind Diran. 'I was thinking…' The artificer began.
Diran stopped and turned to face Tresslar. The other companions halted as well and turned to listen.
'Yes?'
'Now that we're here, I'd like to poke around a bit and see if I can detect any sign of my wand. I know it's no longer in Perhata or the surrounding environs. Perhaps the barghest brought it to Kolbyr for some reason.'
'What of the curse?' Ghaji asked. 'We might need your help to lift it.'
'I'm an artificer, not an exorcist,' Tresslar replied. 'But to be honest, without my wand, I would be of little use to you. I've constructed a few other devices, it's true, but none that will prove effective against a curse. But if my wand is here and I can find it…' The artificer trailed off.
'As you wish,' Diran said. 'Let us meet at the docks around sunset.'
Tresslar nodded, clearly relieved.
'I would like to accompany the artificer,' Solus said. 'Despite my efforts, I can fathom little of the nature of the dark power that grips this city. This leads me to believe that it is primarily magical in origin. I suspect I will be of far greater assistance in helping Tresslar in his attempts to locate his lost wand.'
Tresslar scowled at Solus, and for a moment Ghaji thought the artificer was going to decline the psiforged's offer, but pragmatism won out over jealously, and Tresslar responded with a curt, 'Thanks.'
'I'm coming along as well,' Hinto said. 'My friend can't do without his eyes, can he?'
The psiforged looked down at the halfling pirate, and though his face didn't possess the ability to smile, Ghaji sensed the fondness Solus felt for his 'eyes.'
'Very true,' Solus said.
Ghaji looked at Diran, an unspoken message passing between them. The loss of their two most powerful allies, if only temporarily, would seriously deplete their fighting strength. Given the reception they'd received so far in Kolbyr, Ghaji wasn't certain that splitting up was a good idea. But Diran gave a little shrug, as if to say there was no help for it, and Ghaji supposed his friend was right. Tresslar was obsessed with retrieving his wand, and he wouldn't be able to focus on anything else until the mystic artifact was once again in his possession. And with Solus's help, he just might be able to find it-assuming the wand was in Kolbyr at all.
Tresslar looked at Diran. 'The docks at sunset,' he said then turned to the psiforged and the halfling. 'Let's go,' he muttered, and the three headed off down the street. Ghaji kept an eye on them as they departed. The Kolbyrites glared at the trio as they passed, but otherwise did nothing. Then the three turned a corner and were lost to sight.
