Chapter 69 Jowaryan tribe - 1

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"The Jowaryan tribe," Jolthar repeated, recalling the name. He had read about them briefly during his stay at the Keep. Known for their independence and honour, they maintained strong ties with the Kaezhlar clan, the only clan connected to them as they were a discrete group. Maena nodded. "The tribe is dealing with some issue they haven't specified in detail—likely a dispute or a local threat. You'll learn more when you arrive. Your job is to resolve it quickly and ensure the clan's relationship with the Jowaryans remains intact. They value respect and diplomacy, so keep that in mind." Jolthar glanced at Eran, who was poised. "When do we leave?" "Immediately," Maena replied, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "The Jowaryan chief requested urgency, and I trust you both can handle this without my supervision." She looked at Jolthar directly, her expression softening slightly. With that, he followed Eran out of the room. Jolthar informed Eran that he would meet him in two hours and went back to his room. - The morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Jolthar's room, casting a soft golden hue across the floor. Jolthar stretched lazily, still feeling the laziness in his bones. Today was another step in proving his worth, but for now, he indulged in one of his simple pleasures—a long, warm bath. The bath chamber was already prepared when he arrived. Jolthar thanked the butler inwardly. One of the things he liked about the clan was stomach-full meals and a diligent butler who would bring anything to his room. Steam rose gently from the water, filling the room with a calming warmth. Jolthar eased himself into the tub, letting the heat seep into his skin. He leaned back against the smooth stone edge, his mind drifting as the water embraced him. He thought about Maena's words, the mission ahead, and the drake—his drake, Maelruth. It was a strange feeling, knowing such a powerful creature had bonded with him, an added bonus. Maelruth, who had once been a rampaging terror, now behaved with docility under Jolthar's touch. It was a sight that had become the talk of the estate, fuelling both admiration and envy. Jolthar turned to the men standing nearby. "Prepare a saddle on its back. I'll be riding Maelruth today." The workers exchanged glances, clearly impressed but a little hesitant. One of them, an older man with a weathered face, spoke up. "Aye, sir. We'll get it done right away." Within the hour, they had crafted a sturdy yet elegant saddle, complete with reinforced straps and a comfortable seat. The saddle was designed to fit Maelruth's powerful frame while ensuring Jolthar could ride securely. Once it was ready, Jolthar climbed onto Maelruth's back. The drake shifted slightly under his weight but otherwise remained calm. Jolthar adjusted the reins and leaned forward. "Let's show them what we can do," he said softly. Maelruth let out a guttural growl and began moving, its powerful legs carrying them toward the front of the estate. As they made their way, estate workers and residents stopped in their tracks, staring in astonishment. The same drake that had terrorized them not long ago now moved with quiet obedience, its rider commanding both respect and intrigue. At the front of the estate, Eran waited near his horse, casually adjusting the straps of his saddle. His sharp eyes caught sight of Jolthar and Maelruth long before they arrived. He watched with a mixture of surprise and amusement as the drake strode forward, its massive claws digging into the earth with each step. The sight of Jolthar atop the beast was undeniably impressive. As they approached, Eran smirked. "Well, look at you, the new drake master. I guess milk does do the body good," he said sarcastically, his tone laced with mockery. Eran knew about Jolthar's habit of drinking milk. And ever since their first mission, Eran treated Jolthar more like a friend than a young master of the clan. He admired the young swordman, who was different from the young lords he served. Jolthar smirked back, unfazed. "Jealous, Eran? Or just surprised I've got more charisma than you'll ever have?" Eran chuckled, shaking his head. "Charisma? Is that what they're calling it these days?" He stepped closer, giving Maelruth an appraising look. "I'll admit, it's impressive. Just don't let it go to your head—or your drake's, for that matter."

Chapter 69 Jowaryan tribe - 1

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