Compromise

[Mykel’s POV]

"What do you mean they died?" Amya asked, seeming to not quite believe me. "Wouldn’t this place be part of the guild’s territory?"

"Not quite," I admitted. "You see, long ago, before the guild was built, this was sacred ground where the council of elders resided."

"Council?" she repeated, her lips pressing into a thin line. "This belonged to those bastards?"

Oh, did she have an issue with the elders? That was interesting. I guess if that was the case, she was really going to enjoy the next part of my story.

"That’s right." I confirmed. "At least it did until I found them."

As I spoke, memories of that day began to emerge. Before Boar’s Head was built, I worked for the mercenaries, and one of my first missions was to rid the world of the elders, since in most people’s eyes they were more of a nuisance than a blessing.

At the time I was only thirteen and just managed to prove my worth, but that was all almost ruined when those assholes sent me on such a dangerous mission.