Page 63 of Forgotten Arcane

I still have the weapons that I packed into my bag for the Choosing, even though I didn’t use any of them. They stayed packed because I had Asael and Betty, and I really didn’t have a need for any more weapons. I definitely couldn’t have brought another sword with me, Asael would have been pissed, and I wouldn’t have put it past him to do something like use his magic to slice a different sword to pieces.

I know it shouldn’t, but that thought makes me chuckle.

Picking up the bag that I didn’t go through with the guys when I was trying to find my phone, I rummage through the weapons and my choices. I grin. There’s a thigh holster that contains a set of throwing knives, and another one that can hold a single knife. Perfect. I put them on, making sure that they are secure, and then move over to the mirror in my room to make sure that they can’t be seen under my dress.

Perfectly concealed.

My eyes drift up to my necklace, the one the imps gave me. To be honest, I have gotten so used to it that I forget that it’s there half the time.

I’m reasonably certain that it either alerted me to the creature that helped me with the backward knee walking things, or it may have even called to it somehow.

I frown. I need to bring it up with the guys before I forget again.

Once I get back downstairs, I take a seat at the table and wait until all the food is dished up before I start talking.

But as I open my mouth, the thoughts slip from my mind, and I have no idea what I was going to say.

I know that I wanted to talk to the guys about something, and I know that it was pretty important and not just a flippant thing, like asking them if they knew what sounds giraffes make. I looked it up once, and it's kind of terrifying.

All thoughts of giraffes and their weird noises aside, no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to remember what it was that I wanted to tell them.

“Are you okay, Nene?” Van asks. “You’re frowning pretty hard right now.”

I nod, “Yeah, I’m fine. I just feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“It can’t have been that important if you’ve forgotten it,” he points out.

I shrug and grin, “Yeah, you’re probably right. I hate forgetting things though, it really bugs me.”

“I’m sure that it will come to you, at some point,” River suggests, taking a huge bite of his sandwich.

“I find that the more that I try to remember something, the less likely I am actually to remember it,” Ransom adds.

“Yeah, that’s a good point,” I reply, as I tuck into my food.

I am so fucking hungry, but then again, I always am, so that’s not really a surprise.

“Oh, wait, was it your suggestion about the Obsidian Market?” Griff asks.

I frown. I don’t think that was what I wanted to talk to them all about, but it is something that I think needs to be brought up, so maybe it was.

“What about the Obsidian Market?” Coen asks curiously. He was as familiar with it as I am, although I imagine that’s no longer the case since he joined SID and Kylen got his claws into him.

I quickly explain about the little information that we managed to find regarding unicorns and angels especially, and then my idea on finding more information.

“While I agree that all of your points are good, and it could be a real bonus for us if we go to the Obsidian Market, I think we should call that 'plan b’ for the moment,” Evander replies thoughtfully.

Reed nods, “Agreed. I think we should at least see what the Elders are going to come up with. It carries a lot less risk than going to the Obsidian Market and asking about angels, a kind of supernatural that is supposed to be extinct.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I see your point. It would be risky to go, but it’s also risky to accept information from an unknown group of supernaturals that we’ve already been warned about.”

Doc frowns, “Yeah, that’s a really good point actually.”

“Agreed, but I still think that we should see what informationthey are willing to share with us, before we go to the Obsidian Market,” Ransom adds.

I nod, “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to put everyone in unnecessary danger.”

Coen shrugs, “If we do go, then I should have a couple of contacts that I can speak to as well. I haven’t dealt with them for a while, but that’s pretty normal in the Obsidian Market. People disappear all the time when they have to lay low and then pop back up months or even years later.”

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