Jame had not paid much attention to the interactions between the ice elementals and the two other men, and it had taken him as a matter of surprise that he was now asked to follow the old man. “This Damon trusts me even less than some weird messenger,” he thought irritably. The young half-dragon wondered if he wasn’t still being punished for letting the messenger girl through. With a sigh, he obliged Damon, thinking that everything else was moving far too quickly.
Glad that Damon had provided him with a sudden bit of cover, Jame moved after the old man. The young half-dragon supposed that he was moving stealthily, but twigs snapped underneath his feet and lower branches brushed underneath his tall wings. However, the old man seemed to show little concern, and Jame took that as a sign that he had little to fear.
As the man lead Jame out of the forest and onto a beach, Jame realized that he no longer had Damon’s magic protecting him. The half-dragon wondered how long he hadn’t noticed this, but even now, the old man gave no indication that he knew he was being followed. Jame darted behind some brush, dried leaves rustling as he moved, but at least, the half-dragon was concealed again.
Jame maintained his position as he watched the old man move into a house nearby. It was a fairly sparse house, not particularly impressive, especially to someone like Jame who had been bequeathed a small cottage in Knife’s Edge. “Not even an inch of paint on the place,” the fortunate half-dragon thought. “You’d have thought an old man could have saved his money better. If I already have a good place, you’d think everyone else would...”
The beach was a bit more populated than the rest of the area, but Jame moved out of the foliage once the old man had walked into his home. Jame barely noticed the way that a few children stared at him with their mouths agape, and didn’t consider that anyone would find it suspicious that he was walking into a home that he wasn’t invited. “I should be able to take care of this here,” Jame thought. “The old guy is probably so old that he doesn’t have hearing anymore. Once I find him in here, then I’ll come back to Damon.”
Jame couldn’t help but feel proud. He barely considered what his original objective was, now he just wanted to return to Damon and the red-haired girl with a feeling of accomplishment. While Jame had never considered himself to be the best in combat before, nor did he ever aspire to be such a warrior, the half-dragon didn’t like the idea that he was thought of as any less than he was. In perhaps no mind but his own, there was nothing Jame couldn’t accomplish, and trailing the old man would be yet another example.
When Jame opened the door to the house, he realized it was but a one-room home. By now, if the old man hadn’t noticed him already, Jame would soon be found. There was a white cloth separating the room into two halves, and there was a silhouette behind it.
“Found you,” Jame said triumphantly as he unsheathed his short sword and headed straight for the curtain. “You’re going to tell me everything you know...”
Suddenly, Jame heard the sound of a flintlock hammer being pulled back. The young half-dragon turned around to see the business end of a flintlock pistol, with the old man pointing the weapon straight at him.
With a sour voice, the old man uttered only one phrase. “You have to be the stupidest person alive.”