I am waiting for Trevor to appear in our rooms in the sewer. After our escape into the sewers it did not take particularly long for us to make our way to our rooms. The instant after that I got to work on the bookshelf.

It hurts like hell even now, especially my left arm. I am sure that I have broken something in there. Until that is fixed there is not going to be much fighting from my side.

Other than that also, it feels like my body is pulsing in pain. I had heard about the bloodline supremacy of the vampires, but I had never expected it to be so scary.

It was thankful that I had my last trick. It is a nifty druidic spell called as "cluster fireball". Just like every spell of theirs, cluster fireball they use for the clearing of their forests. To remove any unnecessary weeds from the forest. It also the perfect spell to start a blaze at a moments notice and vampires do not like to be near fires. It is too intense for their sensitive senses. If I was transformed when I set that fire, my vision would still be affected till now. That transformation is a double edged sword, I am realising now.

I have yet to touch my sword since the mission. I cannot risk our location being discovered this quickly after the fight. It would waste all of our work and with the way that Matthew played around with me, I don't even want to risk it now.

Anyway, to get to back to the formation protecting the bookshelf. The drop from the top of the guardhouse was enough to damage it quite the bit. Thankfully, the formation protecting the bookshelf was of the simpler variety. More advanced formations would have destroyed the contents of the shelf after facing that much damage.

Still, it took me a day of study to figure out the method of breaching the formation. My present physical situation was not of particular help. Still, that work is done now and I can focus on resting. Now the problem is my mind.

It is not letting me rest at all. Trevor is presently absent from the room. He is at the moment dealing with the organisation. He has taken all of the relevant books with him. I expect that he shall be successful at his task.

Still, that does not stop me from worrying. About what I don't know, but the fight this time undermined me in a way that I can't understand. The man called Matthew is going to be a very scary foe.

I am so lost in my thoughts, that I do not notice trevors entry into the room. He has the tired look of a man that has completed a work of great importance. It doesn't help settle my heart.

The man has also not left unscathed from the fight. Firstly there is the leap that must be the result of our jump. Then there is the cut on his throat, which has not stopped bleeding since the fight.

Other than that there is an air of great exhaustion. The man cannot handle so much adventure. Still, the man has slacked on his job. He is still going about his work. It is enough to make me feel embarassed about talking so much.

He makes his way to his bed, almost collapsing on it.

"What is the result then, Trevor?", I ask.

"The negotiations went well, captain. The blood heart gang is oddly passive about our presence. There have been no major movement of their forces.", he speaks. "It is almost like they have given up on us. A very large number of them are now joining the patrol force."

"How would you know that. We have not left the sewers in a while.", I ask.

"You can thank the organisation for it. They have been keeping a very keen ear out for any movement of the blood heart gang.", he replies. "Still, I assume that they are expecting reinforcements from the hexmountain. The way that they are rushing about. It certainly puts the ship at risk. I don't understand how they knew we were from the black mountain though."

"Wait a second, I think that the head of the blood heart gang is trying to look for our ship.", I reply, as I remember the way that the man had deduced our identity. "The man knows that we are black mountain."

"Now how would you know that?", he asks. "When were you expecting to tell me?".

"Well, he discovered it from my sword. The man had figured out the power of my sword in a few moments of seeing it work.", I reply. "Only the black mountain can make a formation like mine. At least in the surrounding regions. There is little I can do to hide it now."

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"Well, that doesn't really change our plans that much. to be Frank I expected something like that. The blood heart gang is preparing for an invasion. They would not be doing that if they were not expecting the hexmountain to react." He speaks.

"What are the chances of reinforcements actually coming. Would they react if we were not sending them logs", I ask him. "I would have to assume that the logs that we are not making it past whatever blockade they have set up here." (To those that are reading this in the future, all of these logs are presently stuck in the thought logger. Once we break their blockade this will be transmitted to the head office again.)

"Well, the chances are pretty low. The guard corps have completely misunderstood the situation here.", he speaks. "They were expecting a bandit gang that had grown too ambitious for their own good. This is a proper vampire infestation. With a bandit gang, even if you do not send them logs for a month or so, the only thing that they will send to you is message to to tell you to stop being lazy."

"Well, do we have any method of communication with the hexmountain.", I reply. "They must have something, this close their home base."

"Nope note one bit. Even the emergency flair that I was given is not working.", he speaks. He has the looks of a man that has just misspoken. I am surprised that even this man can be startled.

"Emergency flair?", I ask. "Now what would that be?"

"Well, in case something untowards happens to us I can call the head office for reinforcements. It is a precautionary measure that they have for new captains." He replies. "After all we can never be sure when you will mess up after all."

"Then why did you leave me for the ruin? I almost died at the ruin, you know.", I ask him.

"Well, the emergency flair is used so rarely that I assumed that it would have been worth the risk. Who would have thought that a general level figure would have kidnapped you.", he replies. "You were supposed to be facing only ice beasts. That was an exception among exceptions."

"Well, fucking leave that for now. Just how strong is the flair.", I ask him. Well, I am not particularly phased. I would have thought the head office capable of something like this. Still it is hard to hide my annoyance.

"The power of the flair is almost a thousand times the strength of the our logs.", he replies. "We need a formation of the eighth class to break it, according to folks at the formation corps. It has to be dedicated completely to block the logs. So it is quite a bit of investment. The bloodheart can do it if they were to call in every favour they owe to their masters."

"Well, we cannot expect any help from the hexmountain.", I ask. Well, i was not expecting any helps any way. They would have already been here if they wanted to reinforce us already.

"Not at the moment. We will need to break into the inner keep. That is the only hope that we have left.", he says. "If they are dead, we might be following them soon enough."

"Well, you must have secured our entry into the inner keep then. After all it for this reason that I have a broken arm at the moment.", I say to him. "Just don't tell me that they have refused."

"It is a bit complicated but to put it simply, They want to wait for a while before undertaking the mission to the inner keep.", he replies. "In this time, I think we need to secure the ship. If it were to fall into enemy hands we would not be having any methods of escape left."

"That would be easier said then done. I can put of a cell on the thing to keep it moving, but with the enemy now patrolling so actively. Where do you propose we hide the ship.", I reply. "Even with the cell, it won't be handling a proper fight any time soon."

"Can't you just repair the damage to the ship?. You have pulled of similar feats before haven't you", he asks. "The environmental formation of our previous ship was way worse wasn't it."

"Well, if you were to give me a week certainly. That is me at complete focus.", I reply. "So nobody ready to deal with an attack."

"So if you do that will the ship be combat worthy?", he asks.

"Maybe, it will still have the same flaw as before.", I reply. "I certainly can't manage more than a few ships. With enough shots, we will still end up in the previous situation. People have stopped using this type of formation in the last couple centuries due to this exact reason."

"Well, our focus is escape. I think if we manage that should be enough for now. Do you think that it will be able to take at least a couple hits.", he replies. "Anyways, for now let's focus on getting the ship safe. There is only one place in our surroundings where we can safely hide our ship. We will have to bring the ship to this fort."

"Are you sure?", I ask the man.

"Well, if we were to go in any of the other directions we will end up right into their patrols.", he replies. "The greatest safety is to park the thing near the city. It will also allow us to make a quick escape."

"Well, we can try to do that, but where in the fort will you hide the thing. It is not like we have a conveniently large place to hide the ship.", I speak "unless that organisation of yours have something for us."

"I am not a part of the organisation kid and I would suggest that you do not speak to freely of them.", Trevor speaks, his face completely serious for a second. "I do have something, though it is a bit unconventional. It will be a tight fit though."

"Well, as long as you give me a place to hide. I can make the ship as hard to hide as possible. I can even start a preliminary inscription of that camouflage.", I speak, more to myself than to the man next to me. "it won't do much but it should still count for something. The cell will be a issue though. A cell is an emergency measure. It sucks in air from its surrounding to supplement the shop. When your formations are failing it is a godsend. Stealth might be an issue."

"Well, do what you can. It is going to be a gamble regardless of what you are about to do.", he replies.

And thus we both lay on our beds, thinking our own thoughts.