"That's it," said Estallion, pointing to an enormous three story mansion in front of them. The estate took up almost half of the southern quadrant of the city.
"You live here?" asked Thibalt incredulously.
"Nice place isn't it," replied Estallion. "I don't get enough time to really enjoy it with all the summons I receive. Well let's go in. No use standing around here. You can stay if you like, there are always plenty of jobs to do around the estate, and I could use a hunting partner."
Thibalt could not believe how generous Estallion was being. He had only known him for the short time that they had journeyed together and he was already offering him quarters and work. "That would be mighty generous, Estallion. As long as it proves no problem," he answered.
"Not at all," laughed Estallion. "Now let's get inside and get something to eat."
Thibalt guided Esree through the entrance and followed the path through the front garden. The garden was alive with workers planting new flowers and tending to the dying ones. The beauty of the flower beds stood out in sharp contrast to the harsh exterior of Precedin. They reached the front of the mansion and a small stable boy appeared to take Esree.
"She'll be fine," said Estallion. "Now let's go say hello to my dear mother. She is always so happy to see me when I return from a long trip."
Thibalt followed Estallion inside. Looking around, he was struck by the exquisiteness of the house. The finest furniture and carpets decorated each and every inch of space. Hundreds of pieces of art adorned the walls and the tables were littered with sparkling glassware and crockery. There was hardly a plain item to be seen. Even the doors were carved from the finest wood, shipped all the way from the Misty Forest.
"I've never…"
"Seen anything like it," finished Estallion. "I hear that quite often."
Out of the dining room walked a woman in a fabulous white gown. She had long black hair that was beginning to show hints of grey and her eyes were a mirror image of Estallion's own.
"Hello mother, did you miss me?" called Estallion, happily.
The Lady Bastion walked over to him gracefully, and then in a swift, sudden movement she slapped him hard on the cheek. "Where in Skiye's name have you been?" she said, visibly struggling to keep her calm. "Do you know how much trouble you have caused? I have had to apologize to hundreds of people for what you did."
Thibalt stood awkwardly behind Estallion, whilst his mother scolded him, slapping Estallion repeatedly. All the while Estallion managed to keep his smile on his face.
When his mother had finally given up, likely from exhaustion, she walked back into the dining room. Estallion turned around with a reddened cheek and said, "Not as bad as I thought." They both burst into laughter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
PURE MAGIC
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