Chapter 175: The Warrior's Blade

“Naiads?” Renny’s shocked expression had now twisted to one of a question.

“Water faeries. And don’t let them catch you littering in the water. They’ll throw it back at you.” He glanced at the cigar he smoked as he remembered the hand that rose out of the creek and tossed his cigar butt back at him. He had yet to see one of the creatures outside of a set of hands, but he was sure they existed. His area of the creek had become cleaner than anywhere else along the creek bed, just as Marachin had done with the area around his Thinking Rock. Rhychard still found it weird that those in the faerie realm would want to pay homage to him. Unsettling was a better word.

“Now those would be cool to meet,” Renny said, turning her gaze back to the water. “I wish I had known then how interesting your life had really become.”