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et’s go,” Kewyn said, before walking toward us in the most menacing fashion I had ever seen.
As she passed by Rio and Levent, she turned sharply and stalked off ahead of us. I followed, looking up in time to catch an amused grin on the half-blood’s face as he walked after the woman. The kin, however, seemed preoccupied by the scrap of yellow parchment that had been pinned to his cloak.
“Do you need some help?” I said.
I looked at him as he fussed with the badge. Giving up on it, he gestured for me to walk ahead of him. I did so, but frowned a little to myself.
We followed Kewyn for quite a while, eventually catching up. We continued to walk in silence. Rio looked quite like he had wanted to say something to her, but decided against it. That was probably wise.
I had the sneaking suspicion that despite the kin being the more obvious target for her hatred, Rio had done more to create animosity in the girl. After all, he did swing her over his shoulder and use her as a weapon against her comrades. That had to sting the pride of a soldier more than a little.
We seemed to have passed out of Little Oenferia by this point. The buildings became darker and looked abandoned. I decided to trust Kewyn to lead us the right way, but the more suspicious part of me was wondering how easy it would be to get us killed and make it look like an accident in a city like this.
My paranoid musings were stopped as I heard the hammering of metal and the rumbling of furnaces. We walked around a corner and into a machine graveyard.
Huge chunks and slabs of metal were leaned and piled across tables and the ground. In the distance I could hear people talking, but at the moment I was much more preoccupied by not knocking anything over. I could create a chain reaction and cause one of the thinner, sharper pieces to impale someone if I were not cautious.
Kewyn strode through easily, careful but comfortable as she moved into the center of the metal yard.
“What are we looking for?” She asked the three of us.
Rio dug the sketches out of his bag and held it out to her. The blonde simply took the page without much attention paid to the half-blood.
Kewyn looked over her father’s sketch for a moment before she nodded and looked around. She seemed to find what she was after, the blonde dashed down a