"Can I freak out?"
"What do you mean, 'can you freak out?' What does it say?" Hewlett asks. "I've never felt amaka like that before. Not even from—
"Shhh," I hold out my hand to Hewlett. "I hear footsteps. They're coming fast." Wait they sound like—
"What did you two just do?" Champo bursts into the room asking almost out of breath.
"The more important question is how are you here and Brother Sabantu is not?" Hewlett asks. This shouldn't be as big a deal as you're making it sound Hewlett…
"He wasn't there when I went down stairs. I think he's left," Champo answers. I'm too tired to think straight and I should be asleep by—
A knock at the front door. "Is this place open?" It's a customer. Must be time to open up. These two didn't hear him. "There's a customer outside. You should go see them." Champo looks my way with his face scrunched up. What are you looking at me like that for?
"This is my Father's house. You can't tell me what to do," Champo sneers back. What?
"I'm with Champo on this," Hewlett adds. What! "I mean that we cannot pretend off what just happened." You're right. Wait…
"Where's the grimoire!" I look back at the bed.
"Grimoire?" Champo asks.
It's gone.
"It vanished," Hewlett softly answers. "A grimoire returns to its owner after serving its purpose. I… thought you knew this."
I thought I'd have it the entire way. "I'm tired! A witch is sending out super naturals to hunt me down. I'm too far from home because of this errand and I thought that if I lost everything, at least I'd have Master's grimoire but even that's gone. Perfect."
"I shouldn't have…
"No. I can't blame you for something you didn't do." If it was gonna happen anyways then there isn't a point in being angry about it…
So, why does my throat hurt?
"I'll go answer the door then. You two will figure out what to do next about the amaka I just felt," Champo says going out the door. "We still have the errand Father sent us on."
"We will," Hewlett answers. Champo gives us a nod before leaving.
"Uhhm… I do not know what to say, or how to say it, but…are you okay with going on the errand Brother Sabantu sent us on? Cause if you are not you could stay. We will close up the bar and you can sleep in and rest like you wanted to," Hewlett says.
"I'd like that, but; now's not the time for me to be hauled up napping here when I haven't even reached out to whoever my Master said I'd meet out here." We don't even know what the errand is. It could be anything. "How else will the person Master sent find me?"
"… Fine. You will be helping me carry some materials I need to get," Agrees Hewlett. Sounds like Champo's done with the customer downstairs.
"I'm back," Says Champo entering my room. "I sold the man a couple of bottles before leaving a closing notice at the front. Anyways, you two seem to have a plan so I'll be going to change. Be ready in ten minutes…Hewlett, I know Yori's wearing whatever he has on now." Jerk. I'm gonna wear a shirt.
I dug through the clothes Brother Sabantu left for us to wear in the room and found this grey long-sleeved shirt I instantly chose to wear. After what felt like thirty minutes, Hewlett and I went to meet Champo on the bar floor. I took one more look to where the grimoire vanished. At least it's with Master. And this is gonna be my first time going outside since I came.
Champo stands on top of the counter; pointing at me and Hewlett, "The reason we're going out is to get Brother Sabantu's robe. It got singed from Yori's training."
"I was under the impression you did not know what Brother Sabantu wanted us to do on this errand," says Hewlett.
"He left a note on t…" Champo hops off the counter. "Hey? Don't interrogate me. Ofcourse I knew." Hewlett and I swivel our heads at each other before quickly looking back at Champo. "I saw what you two just did. Anyways, help me close up."
"Where's Brother Sabantu though?"
"That's Campaigner business," Champo claps back. Hewlett and him aren't even wearing their robes. Something about not wanting to stick out or whatever Hewlett was saying.
Hewlett cuts in, "Where has Brother Sabantu gone?"
"He's required to attend a funeral of one of Drhoesia's tribal chiefs. Not sure which one," Champo answers. They both give each other a funny look before exploding off laughing. I join in too. Hewlett and I then help Champo close up before heading out.
The moment I step out of the bar, all I can hear is the sound of cars and people laughing and rushing everywhere. Even without focusing. My fingers start tingling—
"Yori!" Hewlett shouts. I snap back and focus on hearing him. "Are you okay? Do you feel like you should rest a little longer?" What's he talking about I'm…I push back hard. I'm on the ground!
"He's already adjusting…you really are a weird one," Champo says.
"What do you mean?" Hewlett asks.
"The whole building is basically sound proof. Only lycans have this reaction to coming outside the bar. His senses were overwhelmed." Hewlett gives him a mean stare. "He'll be fine, jeez." Hewlett helps me get up. "It'd usually take a whole day for him to get used to this much info going into his mind. Bet you can hear the honking cars."
"I was shouting out your name for a while you know," Hewlett says.
"My bad, I… I didn't hear you." That and it takes me a while to answer to that name. I'm not used to it yet. Champo lets out a worried 'ohhhh'.
"Is your friend okay?" A man walking up to us says. "I saw him collapse a while ago."
Hewlett lets out a terrified yelp. What's going on? I look up to see the man.
His face… it's all white.