Isekai For Hire Chapter 30: A New Job

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A New Job Lorena stopped just short of the safe house door and tried her best to calm down, but the adrenaline pumping through her system made that hard. I still think you should tell them. They had debated the entire way back to the safe house on whether or not she should tell the crew about her encounter with Lorv. I don’t need to give Weaver any more ammunition against me. How are you going to work with these people if you can’t trust them? Lorena scoffed. Welcome to the assassin for hire community. No wonder you’re so miserable. “You ever going to go in or…?” Lorena spun to see Naith leaning against the wall a few feet behind her. “Oh.” Naith’s tone flipped from amused to serious in an instant. “What happened?” Tell her tell her tell her. “Nothing,” Lorena said then turned and reached for the door handle. Coward. She felt a vise-like grip on her shoulder and looked down to see Naith’s hand firmly planted. She tugged, but Naith was strong. Level 35 strong, to be precise. “If something happened, it’s better for Harkyn and I to find out before Weaver does.” Lorena met Naith’s hard eyes. “And he will find out. He always does.” The words caught in her throat, her jaw working on its own. If you don’t tell her right now. Ren’s voice was tense, like she was fighting to lift something impossibly heavy. Fine. Please stop fighting me. Goddess Tevra, grant me the strength to not smack— Lorena sighed and diverted her eyes. “I had a run in with Lorv today.” Naith’s expression darkened. “Elvenarr’s assistant?” Lorena nodded, and Naith pursed her lips. “Come on,” Naith said, then led Lorena inside. Harkyn was sitting on the couch, a conjured Mana figurine sitting in his lap as sweat beaded on his forehead from concentration. It disappeared with a slam of the door from Naith. Harkyn looked over, frustration evident on his face until he saw Naith’s expression. “Is he here?” “No, but he will be shortly. What happened?” Naith gave Lorena a little prod in her back and Lorena shuffled forward. “Lorv saw me, in the Hall of Transference.” Harkyn didn’t react much, but his jaw tightened slightly. “Did he confront you?” “Not exactly. He stared at me and pointed. And it looked like he was casting something maybe? Shadows started to coil around his hand. But I got out of there before whatever he was trying could finish.” “We need to—” Harkyn started. “I know.” Naith interrupted. They stared at each other and Lorena could see the shared thought weighing heavily on both of them. Just then the door opened and the already tense room boiled over. “Ah, Weaver. We were just discussing a truly fascinating—” “Save it, Harkyn,” Weaver said, then turned his focus to Lorena. “Good you’re here. I have a job for you.” What are the odds we can turn this job down? We don’t even know what it is yet. Yeah, but we do though, don’t we? Lorena followed Weaver to the table where he set down a scroll. “In two hours a man will exit a building at this address.” Weaver tapped on one of the several pages that were strewn across the table. She recognized the address—it was a few doors down from the Copper Lantern, in the Trade District. “We believe he will then proceed to the Mage Quarter, where he will exit the city through a portal in the Hall of Transference.” “So you want me to—” “Don’t interrupt,” Weaver said with a raised hand. Even I could have told you that was a bad idea. “Follow this man. Do not be seen, and note which portal he goes through.” Weaver let out a deep breath and set a small, round object on the table. “This is the most important part,” he said, leveling his gaze at her. She met his stare, her professional mask well in place. “At the exact second he enters the portal, throw this in after him. Not before, not after, the exact second.” Lorena picked up the object and tossed it in the air a few times to judge its weight. It was cool to the touch and very smooth, like polished metal. It had an odd weight distribution despite its relatively even shape, most of