Chapter 79: Lore Master

Another roar echoed. Rhychard raced toward the sound. As he ran, he reached back with a mental probe to the sword, but it was quiet. Whatever had Kree in a fit, it wasn’t from the Void. As the Warrior and elf turned down one of the side streets that led to the back of Feather Lakes, they saw the rear of a business lining Washington Avenue with a privacy fence trying to separate it from the denizens of the Bottoms. Graffiti decorated the brown fence, surrounding a dumpster that overflowed with refuse. Pinned against the wooden fence were three kids who seemed high school age. Kree stood in front of them, hackles raised, claws out, growling through teeth that dripped with saliva. Behind the coshey stood a younger boy, probably thirteen or fourteen at best. The kid’s face was bruised and bleeding, his clothes ripped. One of the older boys tried to get away, but Kree quickly growled him back into place.