Erin walked through the city, feeling the unwelcome sun warming the back of her neck. She was hot, sweaty, and tired. But most of all, she was anxious. It was a terrible, biting pain in her stomach that refused to leave her no matter how much she tried to relax. Because she couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
She was lost. Not just geographically, but in every sense. Right now, she was making her way to the market Selys had told her about. But she was still lost.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t belong to this city. The people had been a mix of unfriendly or\u2014well, not all of them had been bad, like Selys and that first Drake, but Erin was the outsider, and it wasn\u2019t a pleasant feeling. She tried to take her mind off things by admiring the city.<\/p>\n
It really was like an older city. True, there was a lot more roundness in the architecture of the buildings\u2014a lot of gently sloping roofs and open rooftops rather than the angular buildings Erin was used to. Stone and wood and yes, glass, but it felt to Erin like one of the older cities of Europe\u2014hallmarks of older architecture without the steel or metal that was everywhere in a modern metropolis.<\/p>\n
It was pleasant to stare at this foreign architecture and feel like a traveller to some part of Earth she had never experienced before. The people were what really got to her.<\/p>\n
They weren\u2019t Human. No matter how long Erin stayed in the city and walked its streets, she couldn\u2019t get over that. Every face she saw in the crowd was inhuman, and the majority of them were Drakes. There was the occasional Gnoll or other furry face in the lot, but they were mostly reptilian.<\/p>\n
All kinds of reptilian, too. Long snouts, delicate spines on the neck, elongated neck, big eyes, slitted eyes, stub snouts. They all had very large teeth, though. Only rarely did Erin glimpse a walking ant man\u2014or ant woman, she couldn\u2019t tell\u2014walking by.<\/p>\n
Klbkch\u2019s people were few and far between. Erin saw them scurrying along, sometimes in groups, other times by themselves, mostly with tools in hand, heads down, clearly on a mission. People avoided them almost as much as they avoided her, but it really said something that a Human was the person people stared at, even more than insect-folk. It was also adding to Erin\u2019s anxiety.<\/p>\n
She wished they\u2019d stop looking at her. That was the one thing that made walking through this city so hard. While she was staring at the exotic sights and people, they were staring right back. And it seemed that they didn\u2019t like what they saw.<\/p>\n
Erin tried to walk quickly down the street. That way she\u2019d avoid offending anyone else. She didn\u2019t have a good record at the moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cKicked out of three shops. And two homes. And<\/em> then<\/em> the Adventurer\u2019s Guild.\u201d<\/p>\n To be fair, some of them looked<\/em> like shops. Why no one put up any signs so people could tell the difference was beyond Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, there are signs. I just can\u2019t read them.\u201d<\/p>\n It was a funny thing. Erin could speak<\/em> the exact same language as Relc and Klbkch, but for some reason, she couldn\u2019t read anything they wrote. It was probably because\u2026of magic.<\/p>\n \u201cMagic. Either that or they\u2019re all bilingual. Or trilingual. Or something.\u201d<\/p>\n A Drake walking the opposite way down the street gave her an odd look. Erin shut up. Her habit of talking to herself was making her weirder than normal.<\/p>\n Still, that alone didn\u2019t explain why it seemed like the entire city hated her. True, she kept walking into places and asking where she was, but that was\u2026okay, that was really annoying. But she was just as unfavorably received on the street, it seemed.<\/p>\n \u201cMove it, Human.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOut of the way, smooth skin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWatch it, fleshbag.\u201d<\/p>\n Actually, no one had ever said that last one to her. Or the second one, either. Or the first, in point of fact. They didn\u2019t say anything at all, really. Almost all of the Drakes stared at her, while the Gnolls and other furry people walked as far away from her as possible. But they all watched her constantly.<\/p>\n Some glanced out of the corner of their eyes. Others were less discreet and openly stared at her. Erin saw a few small Drake-children pointing at her and felt out of place. In a sea of scales and fur, she was the only Human. She felt so alone it hurt.<\/p>\n Erin turned right and found herself on another kind of street. This one was wider, had cobblestone paving, and a lot of wooden stalls. It was a market.<\/p>\n \u201cFinally.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sighed with relief and walked forward. She\u2019d finally reached her destination, and it had only taken her\u2026an hour. Possibly two.<\/p>\n And better luck, Erin seemed to be in the section selling food. Tons of shopkeepers stood or sat in their shaded stalls displaying bins full of food. Here was a Drake selling weird blue-leaved plants that looked like oversized white carrots\u2026or dead maggots. There was another Drake cutting meat for a waiting customer as flies buzzed around his stall. And there was\u2014<\/p>\n A Gnoll.<\/p>\n Erin passed by a larger stall than most, tended to by a tall Gnoll, although they were all tall in her eyes. This one seemed to be selling a lot of stuff, and not just food. Erin was tempted to stop and browse, but the Gnoll shopkeeper complicated things. She was dithering when the Gnoll spotted her and roared out above the general hubbub.<\/p>\n \u201cYou, Human! If you\u2019re looking for a bargain, shop here!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s heart jumped. Gnolls were, like Relc, loud<\/em>. And her voice had put every eye back on Erin.<\/p>\n Yet, the Gnoll woman had bared all her teeth then caught herself, closed her mouth in a tight-lipped smile, and beckoned Erin over. She wore a kind of animal hide sarong, albeit lined with some soft cloth on the inside, a breastband of the same material, and little else. Mostly because her shop had a thin canopy that meant she got the most of the sun, standing or sitting in it all day.<\/p>\n Her fur was spotted with jet black dots, but the rest of it was russet brown and, Erin thought, neatly combed or maintained. She was at least six-foot-something, and her smile was direct, even if her eyes were slightly calculating. But she did smile without a hint of anger or annoyance, and she\u2019d called to Erin. So the young woman hesitated and then walked over to the stall.<\/p>\n As she approached, the Gnoll\u2019s nose wrinkled and she waved a paw in front of her face. Erin\u2019s heart sank, but the Gnoll made no comment.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, what are you seeking?\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll looked intently at Erin. She looked angry, or maybe Gnolls always sounded brisk and impatient.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, um. I\u2019m just looking.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan I get you anything? What are you looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m\u2014I\u2019ll just look around if that\u2019s okay.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2026could help you find what you want. Krshia\u2019s Silverfang Goods. Do you have anything you want or\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n It was entirely reasonable, but Erin began sweating at once. She backed away a step.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019ll just wander around and\u2014look. Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin edged back from the Gnoll\u2019s shop. She really didn\u2019t want to be chased out of the market yet.<\/p>\n \u201cHrmf. Suit yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll looked away. She was definitely annoyed now, even if she hadn\u2019t been before. Erin backed away and looked towards the next stall.<\/p>\n This one looked equally promising. And better yet, it was tended to by a Drake. Which wasn\u2019t that much better, true, but at least he wasn\u2019t wrinkling his nose. Maybe because he wasn\u2019t looking at her.<\/p>\n Erin approached the stall carefully and gazed at the many items on display. Let\u2019s see.<\/em> There were lots of bags piled up neatly, and in front of them there were little bins of their contents on display. That was good since Erin couldn\u2019t read any of the words on the store signs.<\/p>\n But there! She saw flour, salt, and even sugar on display along with other dried goods. The Drake was selling dried sausages that hung from hooks at the top of his little shop, dried onions and garlic in baskets, and a number of dried roots and spices in one corner of the shop.<\/p>\n \u201cHi. Is this a food shop?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake looked over at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does it look like, Human?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin winced internally at the tone of his voice. But he wasn\u2019t wrinkling his nose still or glaring. He just looked annoyed.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, I\u2019m looking for food. Lots of it.\u201d<\/p>\n She heard a very loud and angry snort<\/em> come from the Gnoll shopkeeper. She winced, externally this time.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat you see is what I have.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake indicated his goods with a wave of one claw. That sounded like an invitation to Erin, so she stepped inside the stall and peered around. Flour was what she was most interested in. With that and a bit of oil, salt, etcetera, she could make bread, pasta, and other filling things. It was the best place to start. She bent down to examine the flour\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cNo touching the food with your filthy hands unless you\u2019re buying!\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake\u2019s voice made Erin jump away. She caught herself before she fell backwards. He was glaring at her.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t touch. You\u2019ll stink it up with your Human smell.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSorry. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin backed away from the goods on display, hands raised. She guessed she really did<\/em> smell.<\/p>\n The shopkeeper directed his full and unhappy attention towards her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you want? Name it and I\u2019ll fetch it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, okay.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin floundered.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. I\u2019m looking for a few things, actually. Uh, do you have any butter?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s right there on the sign.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake tapped the little piece of paper pinned to the stall. Erin looked at it desperately, but just saw squiggles and lines in all the wrong places.<\/p>\n \u201cUh. I can\u2019t read that. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n He hissed<\/em> softly in annoyance. Erin winced again.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I\u2019d like some. Butter, that is.\u201d<\/p>\n He slowly and grudgingly turned and pulled out a small pot with a small cork for a lid.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Great.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin wasn\u2019t sure if she should ask to see how much butter was inside. She wanted to hold the little pot too, but the shopkeeper\u2019s expression also vetoed that idea.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd, uh, I\u2019d like some oil too. Do you have another jar\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake sighed loudly in annoyance.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t have all day to play fetch for you, Human. Just tell me what you want to buy first.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n He wasn\u2019t throwing things or chasing her away, so that was as good as it was going to get, Erin guessed. She took a deep breath and rattled off whatever she could remember she needed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m looking for some flour, salt, butter, oil, and sugar. Oh! And yeast. I\u2019ll need yeast too. If you have it.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n \u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked around quickly.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Those sausages. How much do they cost?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin pointed to the sausages hanging from a hook. They looked mouthwateringly plump. She had the idea she could fry some up with the pasta. Just the thought was making her stomach rumble.<\/p>\n The Drake\u2019s eyes flicked over to them.<\/p>\n \u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin rummaged in her pocket and pulled out her precious coins. She saw the Drake\u2019s eyes widen just a fraction as she showed him the mix of silver and bronze and two gold coins.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, if I\u2019ve got enough, I\u2019d like to buy a few of those. And some onions.\u201d<\/p>\n There weren\u2019t many vegetables here. Only some garlic and shriveled roots in one bin. But she could always go to the Gnoll and ask\u2014well, maybe not the Gnoll. But there were probably other shops that sold produce.<\/p>\n The Drake eyed the coins in her hand and flicked his eyes up to her. Erin felt like she was being assessed, and she didn\u2019t enjoy the feeling. For all she was a paying customer, he still looked like he was angry at her for some reason.<\/p>\n At last the shopkeeper seemed to come to a decision. He flicked his tongue out of his mouth and glared at her.<\/p>\n \u201cTwo gold coins. Eight silver. That will buy you a bag of flour, oil, butter, four sausages, two onions, and a bag of sugar, salt, and yeast.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hesitated. She eyed the meaningless symbols on the little plaque again. The Gnoll shopkeeper to Erin\u2019s left seemed to be having a breathing problem. She was choking on the air. Erin glanced to the side.<\/p>\n \u201cAre\u2014are you sure that\u2019s the price? I mean, it sounds like a lot\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you calling me a liar<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake raised his voice angrily. Erin could see other customers and shopkeepers looking around.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no! I was just saying that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTypical Humans. Walking in here, stinking up the market, and insulting any non-Humans you find. You should be grateful the Guard doesn\u2019t run you out of the city! First that damn [Necromancer] comes here, and now this smelly one that can\u2019t even read.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLism!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll woman hissed, but he ignored her. The Drake seemed to be inflating with rage. Erin didn\u2019t know what she\u2019d done to set him off\u2014besides the smell\u2014but she tried to be diplomatic.<\/p>\n \u201cLook, I was just asking about the price.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just gave you my price. Take it or leave it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut can we negotiate? I mean, how about two gold coins? What\u2019s the price of the flour? If I pay you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake shopkeeper let out a strangled hissing sound.<\/p>\n \u201cHuman, I have a business to run and a store to manage! Either pay me my price or be gone. You won\u2019t find a better offer in this market.\u201d<\/p>\n Looking around, Erin guessed that was true. She was getting unfriendly looks from the other shopkeepers down the street, especially the Gnoll whose wares she\u2019d walked by.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay. I\u2019ll buy it all.\u201d<\/p>\n She placed the gold and silver coins on the counter since he wasn\u2019t holding his hand out. He eyed the coins, sniffed once, and swept them away.<\/p>\n \u201cHere. Your food. Take it.\u201d<\/p>\n The shopkeeper began grabbing items and slamming them down on the counter. He shoved them all together in a huge untidy pile and threw a few dented copper coins down too. Some rolled onto the ground.<\/p>\n Erin hesitated, but the shopkeeper\u2019s scaly back was already expressively turned away. She heard what sounded like hissing laughter and muttered comments from behind her and turned red.<\/p>\n Slowly, Erin bent down and began picking up the fallen copper coins. She tried to avoid looking at anyone or anything.<\/p>\n When she finally stood up, the shopkeeper was looking at her expressionlessly. He flicked one claw towards her.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you\u2019re done grubbing in the dirt, I have more customers to serve.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin knew her face was red. Her eyes were burning, but she was determined not to do anything else. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice as much as possible. Still, it wobbled a bit as she said one last thing.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Can I buy a bag?\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Erin sat in the shade of one of the buildings and stared silently at the four silver coins in her hand, which was all she had left after buying a large cloth bag and the food. It wasn\u2019t so bad. She still had some<\/em> money, and she\u2019d bought enough food for now. It was just enough for\u2026well, she didn\u2019t know. But it certainly wasn\u2019t enough for a lantern, much less a sword. She doubted it was even enough for her clothes.<\/p>\n She\u2019d started out with two gold coins and a full handful of silver and copper ones. And in an instant, they\u2019d been spent. True, she\u2019d bought a lot of food. Stuff like sugar was expensive, right? Especially in a place that wasn\u2019t modern like this. It was just\u2026she couldn\u2019t help but feel it was a mistake.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t seen any other shoppers trade gold coins for what they\u2019d bought. Not one and especially not that much for some food. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought\u2014<\/p>\n No. She knew<\/em> she\u2019d been ripped off.<\/p>\n And it hurt. It really did. Erin wanted to go back there and punch the Drake shopkeeper in the face, but she had a pretty good idea of what would happen if she did. Plus, he could probably eat her face if she tried.<\/p>\n So. Erin sat and stared at her hand. Four silver coins.<\/p>\n She could still go shopping with that much money. She could find another market, find another shop, and\u2026<\/p>\n And do what? She didn\u2019t know how much money things cost, and she didn\u2019t know how to buy clothes for herself.<\/p>\n Everyone in this city wore clothing, but the definition of that really varied. Some of the male Gnolls wore extremely exposed clothing, sometimes leaving their chests completely bare save for a light cloak, while the female ones usually had more on. Still, even that was varied because it seemed showing skin\u2014or rather, scales\u2014was the fashion around here. Only the Drakes seemed to adhere to a dress code she was used to.<\/p>\n It was one of the hidden truths of the world. Money was useless if you had no idea what to spend it on and everyone ripped you off.<\/p>\n Everything would be so much simpler if she could read. Was that too much to ask?<\/p>\n Erin put her head on her arm and closed her eyes for a moment. Her head jerked up, and she nearly smacked it against the building behind her as she realized something.<\/p>\n She couldn\u2019t read. But she knew people who could.<\/p>\n Relc. Or Klbkch. Either one of them would know all about clothing and money and stuff like that.<\/p>\n Erin stood up. She pocketed her silver coins and wished she\u2019d thought of this before<\/em> she\u2019d lost all her money. But maybe four silver coins was a lot of money? She\u2019d have to ask. And they\u2019d help her, surely. Because that\u2019s what guardsmen did, right? Just like how police officers were so willing to help anyone who came to them with a problem.<\/p>\n Erin pushed that thought out of her head. Guardsmen were not police officers. They were allowed to kill people without due process, for one thing. But Relc liked her pasta, and he and Klbkch had been kind to her. Now all she had to do was find the guardhouse without being able to read the signs.<\/p>\n She started walking down the street, looking around for anything that screamed of jail cells or law and order. She tried very hard not to think about what she\u2019d do if Relc or Klbkch were both off-duty.<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n Relc was off-duty. So was Klbkch. But for the moment, Relc was lounging around the mess hall of the guard\u2019s barracks. He was playing a game where he tossed a wickedly sharp dagger up into the air and caught it as it fell back towards the floor. Half the time, he caught the dagger. The other half, he missed or knocked the dagger flying. He sat in a widely vacated corner of the room.<\/p>\n Only a few other Drakes were sitting at the long wooden benches, chowing down on hard bread, cheese, and unidentifiable strips of meat. Well, unidentifiable to Humans. It was more grey than red.<\/p>\n One of the guards was talking with his fellows. He stood up and approached Relc cautiously. Unlike Relc, his scales were a very pale blue, and he was smaller if not shorter than the other Drake. He cleared his throat while standing at a respectful distance from Relc\u2019s game.<\/p>\n \u201cHey Relc. I hear there\u2019s a Human wandering around the city.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc looked up and missed the dagger as it flipped down.<\/p>\n \u201cOw.\u201d<\/p>\n The other guardsman sighed as Relc sucked at the point of red blood oozing from his scales.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve got no talent for that game. If you didn\u2019t have [Thick Scales], you\u2019d have cut your hand off years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc smiled smugly.<\/p>\n \u201c[Iron Scales].\u201d<\/p>\n The blue Drake rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cThat explains everything. What kind of level do you have to be to get that, anyways? No one else has it, so it must be high level.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc began trimming his claws with the dagger. Although in his case, he wasn\u2019t making the nails shorter, just sharpening them.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was the last skill I got from my [Sergeant] class. I think you get it in [Spearmaster] as well, but I don\u2019t know. Either way, it\u2019s a life-saver.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll bet. No wonder you don\u2019t worry about hurting yourself, you smooth-scaled bastard.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNow, now. Don\u2019t be jealous.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc swept the nail clippings off the table with one hand.<\/p>\n \u201cToo bad I never got any dagger skills. I can\u2019t understand how this stupid flipping works.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen stop flipping. It\u2019s annoying, and you keep nearly hitting people. Remember poor Tkrn the day he signed up? He still flinches whenever he sees a dagger.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. If Klbkch can do it, so can I. Anything that damn bug can do I can do better. But hey, what\u2019s this about a Human? Is it that female one I was telling you about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot sure.\u201d<\/p>\n This time, another green Drake jumped into the conversation.<\/p>\n \u201cBelsc\u2014the guy on eastern gate duty\u2014he didn\u2019t say much other than that he thought it was a Human female. What was the name of the one you met?\u201d<\/p>\n Relc scratched his head and looked up at the ceiling.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Erin something. Sol? Solace? It was something like that. Erin Solace? Did he mention anything else about her?\u201d<\/p>\n The blue-scaled Drake bared his teeth.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. He said she was really annoying. And she talked too much.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s her.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc laughed. The other Drake shook his head as a few more [Guards] glanced over.<\/p>\n \u201cHumans. I don\u2019t know why you\u2019re interested in this one. It\u2019s certainly not the smell, to hear Belsc talk.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, you get used to that.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc leaned back in his chair and played with the dagger. He smiled to himself, warming to his theme of stupid Humans. It was a popular topic in Liscor\u2014especially with the annual Blood Fields battle almost upon them. He felt a tiny bit guilty, but he was also still mad about yesterday.<\/p>\n She\u2019d chosen a [Necromancer] over him. Which was just Humans sticking to their own kind, so Relc kept talking as he trimmed at his nails.<\/p>\n \u201cStill, she\u2019s interesting. Erin, or whatever her name is. She makes a mean plate of pasta, let me tell you. And she\u2019s tougher than she looks\u2014I didn\u2019t think any Human could survive out in the Floodplains that long. She\u2019s funny too.\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned as the other guards made disparaging noises. Relc raised his voice.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, I\u2019m telling the truth here. Little Miss Human isn\u2019t that bad. You should meet her. But let me tell you, she can also be pretty annoying. Remember that [Necromancer] guy I told you me and Klbkch tracked down? She wouldn\u2019t let us kill him even after he blasted us both with a few spells. Just kept saying that he wasn\u2019t that bad.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStupid Humans.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know!\u201d<\/p>\n Relc nodded in agreement with the other guard.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re interesting and entertaining, but they don\u2019t have much inside their fleshy heads. I\u2019d never trust a Human to have my back. Drakes stick together and Humans do their thing in the north, am I right?\u201d<\/p>\n Relc looked around for confirmation as the other Drakes laughed with him. He laughed boisterously until he saw the young woman staring at him across the mess hall. His laughter cut off instantly.<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n The other Drakes looked over in curiosity at the Human female. She wasn\u2019t that special to them; one Human looked much like any other. She was staring at Relc, who looked extremely uncomfortable.<\/p>\n He cleared his throat.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The door closed behind Erin as she walked out.<\/p>\n A nasty silence fell over the mess hall. Relc looked at the others.<\/p>\n \u201cHow long was she here?\u201d<\/p>\n The blue Drake shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cDunno. She must\u2019ve walked in while you were talking.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, bite me.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc leapt up from his chair.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, Miss Human! Wait! I didn\u2019t mean it!\u201d<\/p>\n The other Drakes watched as he dashed out of the room. Then they turned back to their conversation. One of the Gnolls flicked his gaze towards the blue-scaled Drake, who looked slightly smug at how everything had gone down.<\/p>\n \u201cSo. When did you spot her?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight at the start. Did you see her expression? Relc\u2019s not gonna have an easy time explaining that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cServes him right. But did you smell her?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. Humans<\/em>. They don\u2019t wash.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hear they roll around in their own filth.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDisgusting. Why\u2019s Relc interested in one anyways?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI still don\u2019t get it. There\u2019s no scales, nothing firm<\/em> to grab. What\u2019s the point?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSearch me. Maybe it\u2019s just Relc. He\u2019s weird.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTrue.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnyways, Humans. Haven\u2019t seen one in a long time. Did you see it? So fleshy.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDisgusting. Let\u2019s go eat some meat.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAgreed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n Erin walked out of the city gates and through the grass. She walked as fast as she could, which wasn\u2019t very. The cloth bag she was carrying was more like a satchel, and it was loaded down with a lot of stuff. She was impressed that it could fit the bag of flour and other ingredients she\u2019d bought without the fabric breaking, but it also meant she had to carry all of that on her shoulders.<\/p>\n The bag of flour was quite heavy. But Erin carried it anyways, ignoring the pain in her right shoulder. Her left one was already sore. She\u2019d switch shoulders when the pain became unbearable.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! Miss Erin! Wait!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin kept walking.<\/p>\n \u201cOh come on. Please?\u201d<\/p>\n Relc appeared next to her in a blur. He was quick for such a huge guy. Erin turned her head so she didn\u2019t have to look at him directly.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, how\u2019s my favorite Human doing? Good? Bad? Um. I, uh, don\u2019t suppose you heard what I was saying. It was just a joke, really. I didn\u2019t mean\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n She kept walking. Erin\u2019s feet were already sore, but she put one foot in front of the other. She had a long way to go to get back to the inn, and the bag she was carrying was heavy.<\/p>\n \u201cLook, I know I was sort of\u2014okay, I was rude, but let\u2019s talk. Hello? Are you listening?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin didn\u2019t look at him or speak. She just kept walking. Put one foot in front of the other. She was so tired and sore she barely felt hungry.<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n Eventually, he went away. Erin kept walking though. She was trying to make it back to the inn before the sun set. It was going to be a close race.<\/p>\n She was about halfway to her destination when the first stone flew over her head. Erin instinctively ducked and so the next two stones missed her and landed in the grass. She looked around.<\/p>\n At first, she couldn\u2019t spot where the stones were coming from. Two more missed her, but the third struck her on the shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cOw. Ow!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin spotted the origin of the stones. It was a Goblin. The small creature was hard to spot in the fading twilight. It was standing on a hill and hurling rocks down at Erin. And it wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n Two more Goblins screeched and threw stones at her from their hilltop, making her flinch away and pull the bag up to shield her head. But then they just pelted her legs. They were bigger than the first one and staring at her burdens.<\/p>\n Her food.<\/em> They wanted her food, and they\u2019d laid an ambush! Erin tried to shield her head with the bag of flour and got a sharp strike to the chest.<\/p>\n \u201cAh. Ow.\u201d<\/p>\n She covered her face with her arms. The stones kept flying. And they hurt<\/em>. Even at this distance, the rocks cut her arms and bruised her flesh. Already, she felt blood trickling down one arm.<\/p>\n Erin knelt on the ground and shielded her head with her bag. That made her less of a target, but the barrage of stones continued. It wasn\u2019t as if the Goblins could hurt her, not so long as they kept hitting her back, but they just didn\u2019t stop. And if she got up, they\u2019d aim for her head.<\/p>\n What could she do? Erin felt the stinging hail cut into her back. She had to run. At them? Away? They\u2019d steal all her food if she did. But could she attack them? Fight? If she got any closer, the stones could gouge out her eyes, injure her badly. What could she do? What could she\u2014<\/p>\n Something<\/em> moved past Erin in a blast of air. She flinched and looked around, but it was already gone. Then her eyes travelled to the hill. Someone was rushing at the Goblins, ducking under the stones and deflecting the ones that came close to his head with a fast-moving\u2026spear\u2026?<\/p>\n \u201cHey!<\/em> Slither off, you little bastards!\u201d<\/p>\n The stones stopped flying abruptly. Erin heard a high-pitched scream and several heavy thwacks<\/em>. Cautiously, she got up and looked around.<\/p>\n The Goblins were running away in full retreat. Relc stood on the hilltop, spear in hand. He waved at her and leapt down the hill in a few long strides.<\/p>\n \u201cHello there, Miss Erin. Fancy meeting you here.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared up at him. He offered her a toothy grin and a hand up. She stood up by herself and picked up her bag.<\/p>\n Relc cleared his throat expectantly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not often I get to rescue a damsel in distress. That\u2019s what they call Human females, right? Damsels? Anyways, I saw you were in trouble, so I immediately rushed to help.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin began walking again. She heard Relc follow after a second\u2019s hesitation.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, okay. So they weren\u2019t that dangerous. And I was just doing my job; true. But I am<\/em> sorry. Really. I said too much back there.\u201d<\/p>\n She said nothing. Her vision was blurring over from the cutting pain of the bag\u2019s strap as it carved a groove into her shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cThat looks heavy. Here, let me carry it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc reached for the bag. Erin pulled away.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh come on. Don\u2019t be like that. I just\u2014well, it was just me being careless, alright? Let\u2019s talk. Please?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin tried to walk faster, but her legs were already giving up. Relc easily kept pace with her. He was even able to walk backwards faster than her.<\/p>\n \u201cLook. I\u2019m very sorry, Miss Erin. Let me carry your bag. It must be quite heavy, and this way we can talk without one of us falling over.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin grudgingly slowed down. It was a tempting offer. Her legs were screaming at her to accept Relc\u2019s generous offer and have him carry her as well. Her shoulder was already in another dimension of pain.<\/p>\n \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n She unslung the bag, wincing as blood returned to her arm. Relc lifted the bag with one hand and slung it over his shoulder. Then he kept pace with Erin as if nothing had happened.<\/p>\n \u201cSo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc scratched the spines on the back of his head, looked down, looked up, and sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cI really didn\u2019t mean it. It\u2019s just\u2014[Necromancers], y\u2019know? They\u2019re dangerous. And it\u2019s best to kill them on sight. You ever seen a thousand zombies trying to eat anything in sight? Even if they\u2019re low-level, even if they play nice, I could never trust a [Necromancer].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEspecially not if they\u2019re Human.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut that\u2019s what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc didn\u2019t have anything to say to that. They both walked on in silence, faster now that the bag wasn\u2019t weighing Erin down.<\/p>\n \u201cSo. You bought food, huh? Making lots of pasta tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight, right. But, uh, good to see you made it to the city. So how\u2019d you like it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood, good.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc was clearly casting around desperately for subject matters. He peeked into the bag. Erin could practically feel him salivating.<\/p>\n \u201cSausages. Mm. But hey, why didn\u2019t you buy any clothes? I thought all females loved clothes, Drake or Human.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s stomach twisted. She avoided his gaze and mumbled.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t have enough money.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, really?\u201d<\/p>\n Relc looked at her askance and peered into the bag he was carrying.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I mean, there\u2019s food in here, but that\u2019s only a few silver coins at best. I\u2019m sure you had more than that, right? How much did you spend?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin felt her face heating up. She looked at the ground.<\/p>\n \u201cA couple gold coins. Some silver ones.\u201d<\/p>\n He stopped. Erin didn\u2019t. She heard him muttering to himself and then swearing. It sounded like swearing. He loped forwards and was next to her in an instant.<\/p>\n \u201cReally? What kind of rotscale sold you\u2014why<\/em> did you spend that much money?\u201d<\/p>\n She stared at the grass as she trampled it. It was tinted with a lovely deep orange color in the sun\u2019s fading glow.<\/p>\n \u201cI just thought it was the right price, I guess. I didn\u2019t want to argue.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc muttered under his breath and sighed in exasperation.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I could go back to the market and ask around. But\u2014I don\u2019t suppose you caught the name of the store.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t read the language here.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc sighed again. Deeply.<\/p>\n \u201cRight, right. Well, if you remembered his face, I could find who sold you all that, but I doubt anyone\u2019d bear witness against him. And there\u2019s not much for me to go on. I mean, he sold you overpriced goods but it was<\/em> your fault as well. No offense meant, Miss, but how\u2019d you trade a gold coin for a sack or two of flour?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin couldn\u2019t think of anything to say to that.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n They walked on in silence. At last, the inn was in sight. Erin trudged up the last incline, her legs screaming all the way. She paused at the door.<\/p>\n \u201cI can take the bag now.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cYou sure? I can carry it in\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sure.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin accepted the bag, and her legs wobbled. She opened the door with one hand.<\/p>\n \u201cRight. Thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n She wanted to close the door, but Relc held it open effortlessly. He scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly.<\/p>\n \u201cLook, I\u2019m still really sorry about before. I didn\u2019t mean\u2014well, I\u2019m sorry. I\u2019ll make it up to you, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked up at him. She just wanted to close her eyes. But he seemed sincere. So she mustered a bit of sincerity herself.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks for helping. With the Goblins.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc gave her a wide, toothy grin.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was nothing. They\u2019re no threat to me or anyone with a few levels in any warrior class. But don\u2019t worry about those pests. I said I\u2019d make it up to you, didn\u2019t I? I\u2019ll do something about them.\u201d<\/p>\n Maybe it was an empty promise. But it made Erin smile a tiny bit.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks. Good night.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc curled his tail up and flicked her a salute with both hand and tail at the same time.<\/p>\n \u201cUntil later, Miss Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin watched as he rapidly disappeared into the dark landscape. She vaguely envied the speed and effortless grace with which he moved. Then she closed the door.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The moment she threw the first stone, the littlest Goblin felt bad. Especially when it nearly hit the Human in the face. But she had to, because the two older Goblins made her.<\/p>\n They\u2019d found her sneaking around the inn and had pulled at her ears. Hard. She was wasting time when she should<\/em> be gathering things, making grass baskets, or doing something for the tribe.<\/p>\n She had screeched and protested, but then they\u2019d all seen the Human coming back to her inn. With food. <\/em>They could smell it.<\/p>\n The older Goblins, male and female, had debated. They knew that the warriors had lost to her and they had no chance of killing her even with their rusted daggers. But if they threw stones, she\u2019d have to drop the food. Then the littlest Goblin could run down, grab some, and run off.<\/p>\n The littlest Goblin was so hungry\u2014always hungry\u2014that she did what they told her to. They were tossing stones down at the Human as she shouted at them. Just some food! Just drop<\/em> the bag! The older Goblins were aiming at her eyes, but the littlest Goblin pelted the Human\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n Then the scary Drake appeared, and they ran. The littlest Goblin fled, screaming, then hid in the grass and crawled away. Only after an hour did she get up and run back to her cave.<\/p>\n It was a bad day, and she was hungry. And\u2014<\/em>the littlest Goblin was sniveling already when she got back to their hidden cave\u2014the two older Goblins would tell the Chieftain she had wasted time and that they hadn\u2019t gotten food.<\/p>\n They were always mean to her. Always made her go with them gathering food or sharpening knives\u2026or told her to stop counting birds and help gather food.<\/em> They poked and prodded and pinched her ears more than most, because they had made her.<\/p>\n Somehow. Just like Goblins were born, the littlest Goblin had a vague idea of how it all worked, but those two were hers. Not that it meant they were nicer; they found her when she sat and tried to think or have fun and dragged her back.<\/p>\n Sometimes the two gave her food even when there wasn\u2019t any to go around and showed her how things worked. Sometimes they got mad and poked and hit her if she wasn\u2019t working, but it seemed to her like they always found her even when she was hiding, as if they knew her better than even the Chieftain.<\/p>\n She skulked into the tribe\u2019s cave, wishing she had a Skill to make herself hide. She was waiting for the Chieftain to roar at her or just for a swat<\/em>. But the tribe was busy eating.<\/p>\n Spiders. Cooked spiders in a big pot with water. It was\u2026not good. Even for them. But it was what they had, and a few eggs made it taste like something. The littlest Goblin actually got a bowl and brightened up.<\/p>\n Maybe she wasn\u2019t in trouble! She was sure she\u2019d get only half her food because she was in so much trouble. She looked around for the two older Goblins and didn\u2019t see them. Maybe they were still after the Human\u2019s food?<\/p>\n She felt a pang in her stomach at the thought of being punished later. So she went back to her collection of sticks and rocks and thought of how much food that big place had to have. A city.<\/em> The Chieftain sometimes said the other peoples had all kinds of good food, but behind those walls. They couldn\u2019t even raid a caravan; there were too many dangerous Drakes or Gnolls or Humans, with steel armor and magic.<\/p>\n But what if you could get in there? Could you hide and steal some food and live there? Could they<\/em> have a city like that?<\/p>\n The littlest Goblin was so caught up in the idea that she distracted herself for a long time, wondering what that Human had done to get an entire bag<\/em> of food. Flour. She knew it from the older Goblins coveting the powdery stuff. You could make all kinds of things with it. Thick soup, crunchy bread, or just eat it raw and\u2026<\/p>\n \u201c<\/strong>Where?<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n A growl brought the littlest Goblin out of her stupor. She jumped in fright and then saw the huge Chieftain\u2019s face an inch from hers. She tried to run, and he grabbed her by one leg.<\/p>\n The time for punishment had come. The littlest Goblin dangled there as the Chieftain held her. She began to babble excuses\u2014she meant<\/em> to steal the Human\u2019s food\u2014and saw a quizzical look on his face.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere? Two?<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He shook her and gestured eloquently to the two empty pallets of dried grass. Then the littlest Goblin realized\u2026he didn\u2019t know about her sneaking off and wasting time. He wasn\u2019t mad at her for that.<\/p>\n He wanted to know where the other two Goblins were. The littlest Goblin stared at the blank pallets and realized there had been a bit more soup, because they\u2019d never come back with her.<\/p>\n Were they still out there, trying to steal the Human\u2019s food? Maybe sneak in when she was asleep? She babbled an explanation and instantly got a bonk<\/em> on the head.<\/p>\n Sniveling, she clutched at her head as the Chieftain roared at her. Go find them! And bring back food!<\/p>\n She was afraid of the dark, but more afraid of his wrath. So she wormed her way out of the cave and ran back to the inn. She searched around a few hills, hoping the other two would see her and scold her and she could bring them back to the Chieftain. If they had to steal from the Human\u2026<\/p>\n Then the littlest Goblin smelled something on the air. Something wet<\/em>, like iron. She froze in place, and a Drake stretched as he stood up.<\/p>\n \u201cGot you bastards.<\/em> You can\u2019t run from Relc! Damn, I thought there were three of you? Whatever. If Erin doesn\u2019t love this\u2014now I need to find some wood. Damn. I should be having dinner!\u201d<\/p>\n He chortled to himself and whirled a spear up and brought it down in one movement. So gracefully. The littlest Goblin didn\u2019t understand what he was laughing about, but she smelled something familiar in the air. Something like metal. Something like\u2026<\/p>\n She stared down at the two bodies in the grass. The Drake hummed as he drew his sword.<\/p>\n \u201cTwo coppers per ear\u2026nah. Stick. Stick. You\u2019ve gotta put them on sticks and\u2014you know what? She can figure out how she wants to mount them.\u201d<\/p>\n He gathered a pair of round objects up as the little Goblin stared down at him from her hiding place. She didn\u2019t move. She didn\u2019t breathe. She just looked at the two little bodies the Drake kicked down the hill. He walked off, humming under his breath in the night.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It was just before dawn when the little Goblin crawled into the tribe\u2019s cave. The sleepy [Warrior] on duty growled at her\u2014then noticed she was still alone. He nearly swatted her, but then smelled her. Then\u2026he backed away and pointed to a slumbering mass.<\/p>\n The Chieftain woke up with a huge growl of anger. He looked at the littlest Goblin, raising a fist\u2014<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t think she said anything. She just sat there, mumbling down at the ground. And the Chieftain\u2026<\/p>\n The grumpy Chieftain sat there and did not hit her. Though it was surely her fault. He picked up the littlest Goblin, tossed her into her sleeping pallet, and sat there.<\/p>\n Head lowered. Head bowed. The other Goblins in their tribe sat around him or worked mechanically, dully and silently.<\/p>\n But the Chieftain just stared at nothing. Stared at the smoky embers of the fire. Though the smoke stung his eyes\u2014he did not weep. Goblins didn\u2019t weep. Even the littlest Goblin. But the Chieftain stared down at the ground. Then he reached for something.<\/p>\n His axes. He stood slowly and asked one question of his tribe.<\/p>\n Where was that Human? The littlest Goblin didn\u2019t know if he\u2019d heard her wrong or if he was looking for the Drake. The Chieftain walked out of the cave.<\/p>\n She did not stop him. She just sat there. Wondering why today had been like this.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n There wasn\u2019t much light, so Erin just put the bag in the kitchen and lay down on the floor of the common room. The old linens she\u2019d piled up to make a bed made her sneeze.<\/p>\n \u201cI need to buy fresher pillows. And blankets. Or laundry detergent. When I have the money for it.\u201d<\/p>\n Instead, she just used the cloth bag she\u2019d bought as a pillow. Erin tried to get comfortable on the hardwood floor, but the very nature of it was giving her a\u2026hard time. Besides, her shoulders ached. Her legs still hurt from the long walk. And if it were only that which hurt, she would already be asleep.<\/p>\n But instead Erin lay in the silence, listening to her heart beat. She wanted to say something, to think something, better. But there wasn\u2019t anything. So she stared at the hazy shapes in the dark room. It took a long time before her eyes closed.<\/p>\n [Innkeeper Level 6!]<\/p>\n This time, she said nothing at all. She just cried for a bit before she fell asleep.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Previous Chapter<\/a> Next Chapter<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Erin walked through the city, feeling the unwelcome sun warming the back of her neck. She was hot, sweaty, and tired. 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