Chapter 7: Fire and Cards
Qarth's night gleamed with torchlight, its marble palaces glowing like pearls, the air heavy with jasmine, salt, and the distant roar of Daenerys' dragons, their cries echoing over the city's tiled roofs. The streets buzzed with late merchants, their silks rustling, while guards patrolled, their spears catching the light. Adam Stiels leaned against a fountain, its water gurgling, his black cloak loose, his HUD glowing: [SYSTEM: LEVEL 1, 12/100 USES, 10-MINUTE COOLDOWN.] His hazel eyes tracked Viserys strutting through the crowd, his tarnished crown gleaming, his ego louder than the dragons' roars. Warlocks want Dany's pets, and I'm her fireproof backup, Adam thought, smirking, his boots scuffing the polished stone, the air cool with night's breath, his fingers itching to snap.
A warlock's illusion struck, shadows twisting into serpents, their hisses slicing the air as Daenerys' guards panicked, their swords clanging, her dragons screeching in their pen, their scales glinting in the torchlight. Adam snapped his fingers, casting Quen, a golden shield flaring around him, deflecting the illusions, their forms dissolving like smoke. [SYSTEM: QUEN, 1 MINUTE, 13/100 USES.] He followed with Igni, flames bursting to burn the warlock's cloak, its fabric sizzling, his scream sharp as he fled into an alley, his sandals slapping stone. [SYSTEM: IGNI, 30 SECONDS, 14/100 USES.] Daenerys, her silver hair braided tightly, nodded, her violet eyes steady, her voice firm. "You're quick, Adam." He tossed a coin, its silver flashing in the torchlight, his grin wide. "Stick with me, Dany, I've got fire and charm." Her lips curved, a rare spark of amusement, her hand resting on her dragon's pen, the air warm with their breath.
Adam sent Lyra through the Witcher portal, the system's blue glow enveloping her, her thin frame steady, her eyes fierce with resolve. "Two years, kid. Come back a badass," he said, his tone light but sincere, her nod firm, the portal's hum vibrating the air. [SYSTEM: LYRA IN TRAINING, RETURNS IN 10 DAYS.] At a tavern, Adam spotted a system NPC, his robes glowing faintly, a silver sword diagram on his table, its parchment yellowed. Adam sat, his Northern Kingdoms deck ready, his Ciri card outmaneuvering the NPC's Scoia'tael deck, winning the diagram and a pouch of gold, the coins clinking. [SYSTEM: GWENT WIN, SILVER SWORD DIAGRAM, 2/10 MATCHES.] "Cards over swords, any day," he teased, the trader's laugh warm, his hands shuffling cards with practiced ease.
Adam crafted a Swallow potion at a makeshift alchemy table, mixing Qartheen herbs—myrrh, lotus root—their scents sharp, the vial glowing faintly as he tested it in a spar with Jorah, the potion healing a shallow cut, its warmth spreading through his arm, the knight's sword heavy in his grip. [SYSTEM: ALCHEMY, SWALLOW CRAFTED, 1/5 POTIONS.] He pranked Viserys, casting Axii to make him sing a bawdy tune to a crowd, his voice cracking, the Qartheen laughing, their silks rustling. [SYSTEM: AXII, 30 SECONDS, 15/100 USES.] "Sing louder, Your Grace, the goats are fans," Adam said, Viserys' face purple with rage, his crown slipping, the crowd's laughter echoing.
Adam explored Qarth's docks, the air salty with seaweed, ships creaking under lantern light, their sails tattered. He overheard warlock rumors—rituals in hidden chambers, their magic targeting dragons—his HUD pinging: [SYSTEM: QUEST: STOP WARLOCK PLOT. REWARD: 100 XP.] He bonded with Daenerys over spiced wine, its tang sharp, advising her on Qarth's politics with a smirk. "Burn less, scheme more, Dany," he said, her smile wary but warm, her fingers tracing her goblet, the torchlight catching her silver hair. He bantered with Jorah, easing tension, tossing a coin that flashed in the light. "Chill, Ser Frowns, you're almost fun," Adam said, Jorah's laugh gruff, his eyes softening.
Adam reflected on his Witcher empire, pacing the docks, the stars bright above, the sea's rhythm steady. Lyra's my first step to a hundred Witchers, he thought, his HUD warning: [SYSTEM: EMPIRE'S SMALL. STEP IT UP, LAZYBONES.]Daenerys' POV: Adam's fire saved her dragons, his sarcasm a spark in Qarth's schemes, his loyalty a shield. Her dragons cooed, their scales warm, the warlock threat a shadow in her mind. He's reckless, but vital, she thought, the tavern's warmth fading, the docks' breeze cool, Adam's grin a constant in the chaos.
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