They talked about what the school would be like. They had only heard rumours. The school was massive and took up a whole district of the city. People came from all over the realm to attend. Normally people were tested at puberty. Those who could afford it, anyway. Because it took some people time to save the funds necessary for entrance, the school had two sections. A large section for the youngsters, and a smaller section for the older, mature students.

The school taught all the adventuring skills. The best adventurers were hand selected to teach, and it was a considered an honour to be selected as a teacher. Competition was fierce for the combat skills.

The more arcane occupations competed with discoveries and achievements. Each student knew they were being taught by the best.

Failure rates were very high, and death was not uncommon at the school. They dealt with powerful magic and deadly fighting skills.

Every student prepared as best they could and dealt with what was handed to them. They were either successful or unsuccessful. It was not for the weak.

Graduating from the school would grant you the King's Pleasure and a letter of marque and reprisal to roam the realm and hunt out and destroy evil and monsters. The realm was surrounded by the Wilds. The Wilds produced monsters. Adventurers kept them at bay. That was their purpose.

It was a road full of riches, and likely death. Each band of adventurers were on their own. They had to depend on each other and their skills. A simple mistake would end a party, even the most skilled.

On the eighth night they camped by a healthy stream. Amy, Jasmine, and Daniel shared a bed made of combined bedrolls. Each night the girls took turns sleeping with Amber. Except when it was Daniel's turn-then he slept with Grace. Tonight, Jasmine was, as usual, asleep on Daniel's chest, a line of drool puddling on him. Amy was pressed in tight on the other side with a little smile on her face. Amber was snoring alone in her bed roll a couple of feet away.

Grace was awake and quiet. She had felt a presence since they had left the farm. Her sense of urgency to get to the city was becoming stronger. She knew to trust her instincts. Someone was following them.

Tonight, she felt, they would try something.

She had climbed a tree with thick branches hanging over their camp.

She could see in the dark with perfect clarity-a natural skill of her occupation and ancestry. She watched the sleeping forms of her companions. She watched Jasmine cup Daniel's cock and balls in her hand in her sleep and Grace smirked. That girl won't ever stop touching him.

Grace felt a flutter go through her she recognised at once. I've become quite fond of this odd group. Daniel is special. I think I saw that the first moment I saw him in the tavern. I'm starting to get a little envious of his relationship with Amy and Jasmine. For once, I would like someone to love me as strong.

She cursed herself and focused on the night. She could see nothing and hear nothing. But the sense of wrong permeated the air. She suddenly felt the tree was the wrong place to be. She stepped off the branch and fell to the ground. Just as she left the branch, a dart split the leaves where she had been hidden.

She rolled and burst forward with her speed. She moved silently in her dance. She knew where the dart had come from. And she knew where she would have moved if she had fired it. She burst through the thick bushes, not disturbing a single leaf, and drove her dagger into the man crouched there. She held a hand over his mouth and drove the dagger into his heart and lowered him to the ground.

She listened and then burst to the left. She wrapped a wire garrotte around a woman's neck and pulled sharply. She cut through the windpipe and felt the wire stop at the spine. She pushed the woman aside as blood fountained from her neck. The woman gargled a little as she died.

Grace moved quickly and caught the last assassin from behind. He had been smart to run. But you can't outrun a night fae-assassin, and there is no one better than me. She drove her dagger up into the brain stem and wiggled the blade a little. She wiped the blade on the black clothes of the dead man and walked back to the camp after examining the bodies. There was nothing on them. Nothing to give away who hired them or why. She had expected nothing less. She slipped out of her clothes and got in the bedroll with Amber.

She kissed her awake. Grace's pussy was soaking wet. The thrill of the kill always excited her. Amber looked quizzically up at Grace.

“Eat my cunt, bitch," she growled at Amber. “I need to cum now."

Amber smiled and slipped down the bedroll.

A week later they saw the city of Whitehaven for the first time. The city was sprawled along the ocean coast. A large natural harbour filled the centre of the city and commercial and residential areas were well planned and laid out in a grid of streets and roads. The city boasted well over a three hundred thousand residents. It was the gem of the realm, the seat of the King, and hosted the Academy of Adventurer Training.

They entered the city through the massive gate in the northern wall.

Grace led them directly to the school despite cries from the girls to at least shop for a little bit. The school occupied an entire district called the Academic District. The grounds of the campus were covered in greenery and parks, with ponds and fountains. Coffee and tea shops were at every corner and students wandered from building to building.

Each adventurer occupation had its own building, built to their specifications, which included housing. There were several common buildings for skill sets not unique to an occupation, like reading, writing, theology, maths, and the sciences. Central to the school was the large headquarters building. It was built of towering white and gold marble and dwarfed the other buildings in the district, and besides the King's Castle, the city buildings as well.