Adventuring With Belfast In Another World V01 Hot -
Belfast fingered one of the vials. Its content was smoke-fine and looked like the inside of a pocketwatch. For a moment, she thought of a dockside night, of distant foghorns, and of hands steady as oaks. The vendor watched her as a cat watches rain. “You’ll need something for the tithe,” the woman said. “A memory, a name, a promise. Nothing leaves here without a price.”
Belfast inhaled, let the thought settle like an anchor. In other ages, tithe had meant gold or grain; lately it meant favors, names, or someone’s sleep. She’d learned that tithe and mercy rarely kept company. “Then I’ll pay in stories,” she offered. “They hold weight here.” adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot
“You’re on a hot route,” the other Belfast said. Her voice was her voice, but threaded with everything Belfast had never said aloud. “This world takes its tithe in likenesses. If you walk here long enough, it’ll offer you yourself and expect you to choose.” Belfast fingered one of the vials
“You’re observant,” Belfast replied. She stood, getting the angle on the silhouette. “And you’re not from a navy I recognize.” The vendor watched her as a cat watches rain
They left the palace with nothing bought of future but the knowledge of all possibilities. The map, which had been watching, rearranged itself once more, now quieter. The hot routes cooled into well-worn trails, useful but less radiant. Belfast felt the change in her pocket where the mote still glowed faintly against the map’s leather: not extinguished, but tempered.