Erin stared hard at the golden substance bubbling and turning brown over the fire. It was cheese. Cheese, on top of a tomato sauce spread evenly over a doughy base.<\/p>\n
With pepperoni. It had to be with pepperoni, or else there wouldn\u2019t be any point, would there? Erin was a firm believer in pepperoni; she could take or leave pineapple and she refused to acknowledge anchovies.<\/p>\n
These were the essential secrets of the universe, and this was the substance that made the world spin. Okay, maybe they weren\u2019t essential<\/em>, but they were pretty important!<\/p>\n \u201cPizza.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin breathed the word, as she sensed the moment was now. She reached forwards and yanked the pizza off the metal rack over the fire, glad that she\u2019d remembered to wear gloves this time.<\/p>\n \u201cPizza!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n It was glorious. Perfectly round, with a radius you could bite into with fluffy crust and generous toppings of both cheese and meat. None of the skimpy, bare-bones layer over the tomato sauce, thank you very much.<\/p>\n Erin slid the pizza onto the counter and grabbed a knife. She didn\u2019t have a pizza roller, but it was easy enough to cut into the traditional eight slices. That too was essential; you couldn\u2019t have unevenly sized slices, or someone might get stabbed.<\/p>\n It was done. Erin stared at her newest creation and felt her stomach rumble. But no, this wasn\u2019t for her. This was for her customers.<\/p>\n As Erin swept back into the common room she enjoyed the sound of that word. Customer. She had some! But maybe that wasn\u2019t the word for the people sitting in her inn. Hm. Patron? No, that sounded awful.<\/p>\n \u201cGuest.\u201d<\/p>\n That was a good word. Erin beamed as she sat her pizza down in front of the Drakes who eyed the food suspiciously. She didn\u2019t know them, and that<\/em> was glorious too!<\/p>\n She had guests that weren\u2019t friends. It didn\u2019t sound like much, but it was progress! For the last few days, Erin had been getting Gnolls, Drakes, and the odd Human into her inn, and not just her friends and Pisces. She was making money<\/em>, and with her newest creation she was sure she was going to make even more.<\/p>\n \u201cIs this\u2026\u2018pizza\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n One of the Drakes poked at a slice with a claw. Erin nodded proudly.<\/p>\n \u201cYup! It\u2019s really good! As good as a hamburger. Try it; you\u2019ll see!\u201d<\/p>\n One of the three Drakes who\u2019d come to her inn for lunch looked at his companions. He shrugged, and gingerly picked up a still-steaming slice. He blew on it a few times, and then nibbled it.<\/p>\n His eyes widened, and his tail twitched a bit. Erin watched his face and his tail anxiously. Drakes were like dogs, and Gnolls were even more like Dogs. They could lie pretty well, but their tails always gave them away.<\/p>\n \u201cHm. Lots of cheese. And chewy. Warm.\u201d<\/p>\n He bit deeper into the slice as his companions watched expectantly. Erin held her breath. His tail twitched\u2026and then began to wag!<\/p>\n Just a bit. But when the Drake finished the rest of his slice and reached for another one Erin knew she\u2019d done it again. Or rather, copied it again.<\/p>\n \u201cHow is it?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake chewed thoughtfully and then nodded in satisfaction.<\/p>\n \u201cDelicious. It quite suits our needs.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin beamed, and the other Drakes nodded happily in approval. One picked up a slice, but rather than eat it, began to dissect it, examining the parts.<\/p>\n \u201cMelted cheese, sauce\u2026from a tomato? And rising dough. Extraordinary. But how delicious!\u201d<\/p>\n The third Drake nodded. He wasn\u2019t eating either, which was strange to Erin, but he also inspected the pizza with great interest.<\/p>\n \u201cIt seems easy to make. Simple recipe\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTomatoes might be hard to come by. Not much call for them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere will be. Put in an order and we\u2019ll have enough.\u201d<\/p>\n The first Drake nodded as he licked his claws.<\/p>\n \u201cCheese and sauce base\u2014the meat is good, but I can see sliced fish being equally appealing. I\u2019ll do a few prototypes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPrototypes?\u201d<\/p>\n All three Drakes froze and looked over at Erin. The second one gave her an unconvincing smile.<\/p>\n \u201cW-well, we were just saying what an extraordinary recipe it is.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Um. Thanks? Are you some kind of [Cooks]?\u201d<\/p>\n The third Drake nodded. He stood and extended a claw to Erin. She shook it, still not quite sure what was going on.<\/p>\n \u201cTerres Hangclaw, at your service. I\u2019m a [Chef] at the Dancing Drake in Liscor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, it\u2019s very nice to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin paused as her mind caught up with what he\u2019d said. She frowned at the third Drake, who cringed as the other two glared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWait a second, what was that? You\u2019re a [Chef]? Why are you here to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n One of the Drakes hurriedly tossed down several silver coins on the table. His two companions rose and they gathered up the slices of pizza and retreated towards the door.<\/p>\n \u201cMuch appreciated Miss Human. But we\u2019ve got to go. Don\u2019t worry about the change!\u201d<\/p>\n They practically dashed out of the inn with the rest of the pizza. Erin watched them go, mouth gaping.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve just been plagiarized! Again!\u201d<\/p>\n She stared at the table, at her coins, and at the open door. She felt she should be upset, but they\u2019d left a lot<\/em> of money for one pizza. But they\u2019d taken the recipe! \u2026Which wasn\u2019t hers. But it was still theft!<\/p>\n The door began to swing closed, but someone caught it. Ceria walked in, staring over her shoulder suspiciously.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Did I just see three Drakes running away with a bunch of food in their arms?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s called \u2018pizza\u2019 and they just stole my recipe.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria blinked at Erin. It was hard for the girl to explain, but the half-Elf got the gist of what had happened after only a few seconds.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, recipe thieves. It happens. The instant someone makes something worth eating, there\u2019s always a huge race for other famous [Chefs] and [Cooks] to find out how it was made and improve on the recipe. I suppose it\u2019s a sign of how well those hamburgers did that they were sticking around for you to come up with something else.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but\u2014!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin gestured helplessly at the door as Ceria helped her gather all the silver coins. Ceria glanced out the door\u2014the Drakes hadn\u2019t yet made it to the city gates. They weren\u2019t exactly fast on their feet, especially as they tried not to drop the pizza slices.<\/p>\n \u201cWant me to hit them with a spell? I\u2019ve got a pretty good aim.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no. I just wish I\u2019d had a day to sell my food before it got taken away. I guess they\u2019re going to earn a lot of money tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria patted Erin sympathetically on the shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cIf it helps, I think people will know where the food came from. Next time, you should only bring out the new stuff when it\u2019s dinnertime. That way you\u2019ll get at least one big crowd.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sighed, and Ceria offered her the handful of silver.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. It\u2019s not like they\u2019re your only customers.\u201d<\/p>\n It was true. Erin had been happy with her increase in clientele, but they still weren\u2019t exactly the crowds that she\u2019d seen in Peslas\u2019 inn.<\/p>\n \u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n She took the silver coins, and then hesitated. Erin looked over at Ceria and smiled, forgetting about her stolen pizza recipe for just one second. She\u2019d been looking forward to this<\/em> all day.<\/p>\n \u201cSay, Ceria, I\u2019m running low on silver. Can you exchange a gold coin for me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo problem.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria reached for her pouch, and blinked as Erin handed her a shiny gold coin.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was quick. You shouldn\u2019t keep your gold lying out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, I had one lying around.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled mischievously at Ceria. The half-Elf frowned but reached for the coin.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, thanks anyw\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria paused and stared hard at the gold coin Erin handed her. Then her eyes slowly travelled over to one of the windows. There, the boxes full of faerie flowers were still blooming, golden and shining in the sunlight. Ceria stared at the gold coin, and then narrowed her eyes at Erin. The Human girl tried to keep her face straight as Ceria peered hard at her.<\/p>\n \u201cA gold coin, huh? Well, I\u2019m happy to accept one. Let me just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria raised the coin up and tried to bend it with both fingers. She frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cHuh.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf hesitated, and eyed Erin\u2019s twitching face. Slowly, she raised it to her mouth and bit the gold coin. She eyed the faint marks her teeth had left in the soft gold.<\/p>\n \u201cIt tastes<\/em> like gold, but\u2014Erin. Is this an illusion or not?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s fake! Isn\u2019t it so cool?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin pointed to the flowers.<\/p>\n \u201cI just figured out how to make them turn into coins like the faeries did! See, if I pluck it and say \u2018gold\u2019\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin carefully broke a flower off by the stem and Ceria blinked. Suddenly, Erin was holding a second gold coin in her hand.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s incredible, Erin. I didn\u2019t even sense any magic. And these coins feel<\/em> like gold\u2014real gold too, not the partially gold coins we use.\u201d<\/p>\n She frowned at the coin in her hand and hefted it slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt weighs the same, feels the same, tastes and smells\u2026rot, that\u2019s good magic. Can you transform the flowers into anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cIt doesn\u2019t seem to work with other things, really. But the coin feels<\/em> real for an entire day. Then it turns back into a flower in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria eyed the bed of flowers speculatively. The blooms were growing quite fast even in the winter, and already Erin had seen a few more shoots poking their head out of the soil.<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like that faerie prank is more useful than it seems. Are you planning on doing anything with the flowers?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked at her friend blankly.<\/p>\n \u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, I don\u2019t know\u2026use them to buy something nice, perhaps?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria rolled the gold coin between her fingers. Erin frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy would I do that? I mean, they\u2019d find out and it\u2019d be stealing, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria coughed into one hand.<\/p>\n \u201cI know a few Human shopkeepers that\u2014rot, never mind. You\u2019re too nice.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin laughed. Ceria tossed the coin back on the table and folded her arms.<\/p>\n \u201cBut seriously, Erin. Those flowers might be useful, but your new recipes are just as valuable. Be careful about letting people run off with them, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin nodded meekly. She chatted with Ceria for a bit longer before the half-Elf trooped upstairs to rest and practice some spells. Erin sighed as she went back into the kitchen. She put the gold coin on a counter next to her silver ones and sighed twice as she stared at the empty pan.<\/p>\n Another day up, another day down. It wasn\u2019t as if it had been a particularly bad one so far, it was just that Erin felt like she was missing something. Someone, perhaps. She wondered where Ryoka was. She missed being able to talk to her.<\/p>\n And as for the recipe\u2026<\/p>\n Shaking her head, Erin flipped the coin into the air and caught it. It really was amazing. But it wasn\u2019t useful. She plonked<\/em> the coin back onto the counter. After a minute, she mumbled into the silence.<\/p>\n \u201cBesides, I probably wouldn\u2019t get away with it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Halrac was in a foul mood, and he didn\u2019t bother trying to hide it. Not that that was particularly surprising to his teammates\u2014the [Scout] was usually grumpy at the best times.<\/p>\n But right now he was sitting in an inn, and contrary to most people\u2019s preferences, Halrac preferred to be outdoors sitting in the rain or sloughing through mud than indoors. Part of that was because of the company he had to share.<\/p>\n Gold-rank parties were often highly selective as to the people they recruited. New adventurers went through a thorough vetting process, but even the best parties usually had their moments of friction.<\/p>\n In this case, friction was a daily state of being between Halrac, Revi, and Typhenous. Ulrien was their silent leader and usually didn\u2019t get into their arguments, but Halrac made no effort to hide his feelings about his new teammates, and Revi and Typhenous were typical mages through and through.<\/p>\n \u201cCalm down, Halrac.\u201d<\/p>\n Ulrien said it, but Halrac had been adventuring longer than his Captain, and he\u2019d known Ulrien back when the other man had been a Bronze-rank adventurer. Halrac glared at his Captain and moderated his tone only slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m telling you, we shouldn\u2019t be here! It\u2019s a waste of coin, especially if all we do is sit on our asses!\u201d<\/p>\n Revi frowned at Halrac and Typhenous barely looked up from his spellbook. But he spoke in a bored voice.<\/p>\n \u201cWe don\u2019t have much to do but sit while we look for someone to dig out those ruins. I don\u2019t see what the problem is, Halrac.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Scout] gritted his teeth.<\/p>\n \u201cThe problem is that we\u2019re not doing anything while other adventurers could be getting the drop on us!\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed out of their private room. Griffon Hunt had been seated in this expensive side room in the inn, ostensibly as a mark of respect for their rank and the amount of gold they were paying the innkeeper\u2014but also he suspected, to keep them out of the sight of the regular clientele of Drakes.<\/p>\n \u201cThat damn Drake seems to delight in serving us all the local recipes. With what we\u2019re paying him, we should be eating whatever we want.\u201d<\/p>\n Revi raised her eyebrows.<\/p>\n \u201cThen tell him to make your local specialty or whatever, Halrac. But stop grouching because we can\u2019t find anyone to dig.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow are there no [Miners] in this entire damn city?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere are. But they\u2019re all Antinium. If we hire them\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Typhenous broke off as Ulrien shook his head and Halrac growled.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not working with those monsters. Besides, the Halfseekers have tried and had no luck.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell then, until we either decide to call out some people from Esthelm or pick up a spade ourselves, I think we\u2019re stuck here. Come on, sit back and have a pint.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac shook his head and stood up.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve had enough of sitting in that inn waiting for something to happen. I\u2019m going to look for some [Diggers] or [Miners] again. I\u2019ll be back tonight or tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n None of his comrades stopped him. Ulrien went back to reading, Typhenous did likewise, and Revi made another attempt at downing the bottle of wine she\u2019d bought. Halrac shook his head as he stomped out of the inn, completely ignoring the Drake innkeeper who halfheartedly tried to persuade him to sit and have a drink.<\/p>\n Halrac walked through the streets, avoiding the crowds and trying to find his way through the unfamiliar territory. That was another thing. He was a [Scout]; he could fight in cities, but it didn\u2019t mean he enjoyed trying to find his way through streets where everything was written in the Drake\u2019s language and incomprehensible to him.<\/p>\n He scowled as he passed by a group of laughing Drakes. They fell silent as he walked past, which only caused Halrac\u2019s scowl to deepen.<\/p>\n This entire quest for the dungeon\u2019s treasure \u2013 if there even was a dungeon \u2013 was pointless. He never should have let Ulrien talk him into this. Griffon Hunt was wasting time and money here when they could be doing good somewhere else.<\/p>\n Plus, Halrac hated this city. He didn\u2019t like Drakes much. Halrac had spent too much time fighting them off-and-on over the years as a soldier to trust them. The same went for Gnolls, and as for the Antinium\u2026<\/p>\n The [Scout]\u2019s gaze darkened as he saw one of the Workers scuttling down the street. He could never trust one of them. They were all heartless monsters.<\/p>\n He turned away in disgust. Even if he\u2019d ever consider hiring the Antinium \u2013 and there was little chance of that! \u2013 he\u2019d heard they were refusing to dig even for other adventuring groups. Self serving, useless\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cOh, hey, you\u2019re that [Scout] guy!\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac stopped and turned. A young woman was approaching him down the street. A Human. He recognized her, but dimly. Where had he\u2014?<\/p>\n Oh. The inn. She was the owner of the undead skeleton. The [Scout] debated walking off, but at least she didn\u2019t have scales, fur, or chitin. He tried to remember her name. Solstice\u2026?<\/p>\n \u201cGood evening, Miss.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey, how are you doing? Sorry about the other day. Uh, you\u2019re\u2026H\u2026Hal\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHalrac.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Scout] tried not to frown at her, or glare, or do any of the hundred things which he had been told he shouldn\u2019t do when talking to people. But the young woman had an energetic enthusiasm about her and more importantly, the ability to completely ignore Halrac\u2019s own dour mood.<\/p>\n \u201cHalrac, right! I\u2019m Erin Solstice. We uh, met when you were trying to kill my skeleton. I threw a rock at you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Right. Sorry about that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n What did she want? Halrac looked around. He had no idea where to find a guild for [Miners], if there even was one. He could start asking around, but that was likely to be a fruitless endeavor.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, um, how are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac looked back at Erin in mild surprise. He wasn\u2019t used to people continuing to engage him in conversation.<\/p>\n \u201cNothing in particular. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no reason. I mean, I heard your party was staying at an inn, but I\u2019m always looking for customers\u2014and I made this great new food! So I was wondering if you\u2019d like to try it. At my inn, I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n The older man blinked down at Erin a few times. He opened his mouth to refuse, and then hesitated. It wasn\u2019t an issue of money that made him pause; he had more than he could spend when it came to drinks and food as a Gold-rank adventurer, but he was on a mission.<\/p>\n And yet, the idea of interviewing a bunch of unfriendly Drakes and Gnolls lost a lot of its appeal when he considered sitting by himself in her inn. It was certainly better than the other Drake\u2019s inn where the large innkeeper would be constantly laughing and talking with a raised voice and getting on Halrac\u2019s nerves.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026How full is your inn?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy inn?\u201d<\/p>\n Suddenly, the young woman looked wary. She scuffed at the paving stones.<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026there might be a few people, but even if there\u2019s not, I\u2019m great company!\u201d<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t expect the smile that appeared on Halrac\u2019s face, but then, neither did he. An empty inn? Perfect. He was a [Scout], and used to isolation. And it beat having that fat Drake waddling around all the time.<\/p>\n What was his name? Peslas? Halrac shook his head, but he accepted the girl\u2019s offer.<\/p>\n \u201cJust give me a table in the corner and I\u2019ll be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n The girl beamed at him and led him towards her inn. Halrac followed, bemused, as she chattered to him the entire time. Erin Solstice seemed to have no trouble carrying on a conversation by herself, but to his surprise he found himself talking to her after a bit.<\/p>\n \u201cIf money is an issue, why not become an adventurer?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally? You think I\u2019d be good at it? I don\u2019t like\u2014I mean, I\u2019m not a killer.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac shrugged uncomfortably as he walked through the snow with her. It had been a long time since he\u2019d chatted with anyone who was female and not part of his team. It was a nostalgic, slightly bittersweet experience.<\/p>\n \u201cYou picked a fight with a Gnoll warrior and won. Barehanded. That\u2019s as good as any Bronze-rank adventurer, and your skeleton is dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, yeah. I guess you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs it still\u2026alive?\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac had pierced the undead creature\u2019s skull with an arrow, but he had seen it walking around after the battle was over.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, Toren? He\u2019s fine. But you know, it\u2019s weird. I think he had some kind of gemstone in his head\u2014this red gem that I got after these undead attacked my inn. It made his eyes purple, but even after it broke, his eyes haven\u2019t changed back! How weird is that?\u201d<\/p>\n As far as Halrac was concerned, the skeleton was a walking mystery that he desperately wanted to solve by grinding its bones into dust, but he held his tongue. He didn\u2019t understand the comment about the undead, but that did explain the skeleton\u2019s gaze that seemed to emit fear.<\/p>\n \u201cWho knows?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t. Oh, here\u2019s the inn!\u201d<\/p>\n They\u2019d come to it surprisingly quickly. Halrac watched Erin opened the door and usher him inside. There she seated him in a table near one corner of the room as he\u2019d requested, but she was almost as bad as Peslas. She pestered him with questions, offering him a glass of warm milk, and then hovered around him as she gave him a menu with very few options, only two or three of which he actually recognized as food.<\/p>\n \u201cCan I interest you in our newest dish?\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac hesitated. His first response was a curt \u2018no\u2019, but it was a hard thing to say to the innkeeper\u2019s friendly expression.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPizza!\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac had never heard of pizza, but he listened to the girl\u2019s description of what it was and decided he could always claim he was sick. But cheese layered over tomato sauce and bread? It didn\u2019t sound that good.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t look that good to Halrac either when the innkeeper came out with it. He eyed the slices of pizza and touched it experimentally. Some kind of open-faced sandwich\u2026?<\/p>\n Sensing the girl\u2019s eyes on him, Halrac reluctantly took a bite. It wasn\u2019t as bad as he expected, and the tomato sauce oozed into his mouth as he chewed on the melted cheese and dough. No, it wasn\u2019t bad at all; had he been a soldier on a cold night huddled around a campfire, Halrac imagined he would have loved this food.<\/p>\n As it was, there were far worse things to eat for dinner, and Halrac hated wasting food. He took another bite and decided that the pizza was warm and filling. That was when the door opened and a girl stomped in.<\/p>\n \u201cA [Barmaid]!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She screeched at Erin as she hurled a bundle of sticks to the ground. Halrac half-turned with his hand on his dagger, but this new girl\u2019s anger was directed solely at Erin Solstice. He watched as she stormed up to the other young woman and realized this was the girl he\u2019d helped save.<\/p>\n Perhaps it had been a mistake. Halrac winced as the blonde girl raised her voice another octave and shouted at Erin, who was wearing a fed-up expression.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it now, Lyon?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLyonette! <\/em>And I just leveled up as a\u2026a…[Barmaid]!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s good, isn\u2019t it? And hold on, why did you level up? I told you to get firewood!\u201d<\/p>\n The girl named Lyon or possibly Lyonette hesitated, and Halrac rolled his eyes. He could see dampness on her thick winter clothes, and the girl even had snow caught between the folds of her clothing. She\u2019d probably been taking a nap while she ran the errand\u2014it was a miracle something hadn\u2019t found and eaten her while she slept.<\/p>\n \u201cI may have\u2014that is not important! I am noble!<\/em> I will not be sullied with a\u2014commoner\u2019s <\/em>class!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s brows snapped together and she began to argue with Lyon as Halrac grunted to himself and tried to turn off his ears. The girl was a noble? A runaway or an impoverished one, perhaps.<\/p>\n That explained a lot. Halrac had already heard people in Liscor grumbling about the Human thief, and she looked and acted like many of the jumped-up aristocrats he\u2019d had the misfortune of encountering. He decided he didn\u2019t like her and proceeded to ignore the girl\u2019s argument with Erin as he reached for another slice of pizza.<\/p>\n Somehow, the platter was empty and Halrac was looking into an empty mug by the time Erin won the argument. The angry blonde girl sullenly gathered up her bundle of firewood and flounced into the kitchen. Erin came back over to smile apologetically at Halrac and refill his mug.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry. She\u2019s\u2014well, she\u2019s new.\u201d<\/p>\n He grunted and waved a hand. Now that his belly was full, Halrac was tempted to leave for his bed, but he doubted he\u2019d be able to sleep just yet. Instead, he eyed his mug. Warm water was all very well, but\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cAlcohol? I mean, yeah, I\u2019ve got some. I think.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin blinked at Halrac a few times as if she was taken aback by his request. But she dutifully went behind her counter and exclaimed in surprise.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, look! A keg! I wonder what\u2019s in it?\u201d<\/p>\n As unwelcome as that statement was, it wouldn\u2019t be the worst thing Halrac had heard when being served drinks. The girl came back with a mug full of too much foam, but with the promising amber liquid at the bottom.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n He took a sip, and tried to hide a grimace. Erin glanced at Halrac as he took another gulp. This time his face didn\u2019t change, but hers fell.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t like it.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac was starting to dislike this young woman\u2019s ability to read his expression. He shrugged, and tried to pick his words carefully, which it had to be said, wasn\u2019t his strong suit.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n He\u2019d grown spoiled after becoming a successful adventurer. Halrac had drunk worse swill before, even if this keg tasted as if someone had watered the ale quite heavily.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no. It\u2019s not.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin waved her hands about in distress while Halrac saw Lyon sneaking upstairs, probably to take another nap.<\/p>\n \u201cI knew<\/em> I shouldn\u2019t have bought the cheapest kind!\u201d<\/p>\n She rushed around, looking for another keg while Halrac debated whether it was worth drinking more just so he could get drunk, or cutting his losses and leaving now. But oddly, he was feeling relaxed, despite the oddness of this inn. Maybe it was just because he was around humans, or maybe it was just Erin. She asked constant questions without reserve, but she didn\u2019t pry<\/em> or judge like other people.<\/p>\n \u201cAha! I\u2019ve got it!\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac looked over and saw the girl standing by a windowsill. She was picking at something\u2014a box set on a table illuminated by the sunlight. Halrac\u2019s enhanced vision had no problems picking out the golden flowers Erin was gathering up and\u2026squeezing<\/em> into a mug?<\/p>\n The girl was crushing the flowers and gathering up the few drops of nectar into a mug. Then she added more ale\u2014even more sloppily this time, so that there was just as much foam as liquid. She brought over the dubious concoction to Halrac and shoved it in his face.<\/p>\n \u201cHere, try this! It\u2019s a special drink.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s in those flowers?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm. I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac looked at Erin, and she hurried to explain.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re magic<\/em> flowers, and when you drink the nectar, you get sort-of drunk. And I mean it might go well with alcohol\u2014spice it up, you know? I\u2019ve got this skill \u2013 [Wondrous Fare], and it was telling me that this would work.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac had never heard of that skill, but Erin looked at him pleadingly, and it wasn\u2019t as if he had anything better to do. Or drink.<\/p>\n He sniffed at the mug suspiciously. It seemed unlikely the innkeeper would try to poison or drug him, but he was always cautious. None of his Skills were warning him of anything though, so he took a cautious sip.<\/p>\n And\u2014<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The wind ruffled Halrac\u2019s hair. He glanced around and wondered where the girl had gone. But in the next moment he forgot about her, because he realized where he was.<\/em><\/p>\n Home.<\/em><\/p>\n Not the burnt wreck that was all that remained in the real world, but home, the home Halrac had known all his life before it had been taken away. He was standing on a green hilltop in the midst of a fall day, the trees around him full of color, the air crisp and fresh. Below him, his small hamlet bustled with life and motion as [Farmers] went about their chores and children helped chase animals or played together in the street.<\/em><\/p>\n Halrac looked down and saw his arms. Young skin, unblemished by scars and not yet tanned or covered with hair shone in the sunlight. He was a lad of seventeen again, and he felt as if his body were like air, full of youthful strength and energy.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cHalrac? What are you doing?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n His heart skipped a beat. Halrac turned, and saw Ariael. She was wearing the soft white cotton robe of the Harvest Maiden \u2013 given to the most beautiful girl in the village. And she was standing on the hilltop with him, smiling. At him.<\/em><\/p>\n It hadn\u2019t been like that. Halrac remembered this day, when she\u2019d been standing with Telfar instead, laughing with him while Halrac looked on miserably. But this moment was different, and Halrac knew she was in love with him. And he? He\u2019d been in love with her all his life, right up until the day she died with the others.<\/em><\/p>\n And now she was here, with him.<\/em><\/p>\n Halrac laughed, and flung his arms around Ariael, swinging her around in the air like he\u2019d always dreamed of doing. She clung to him and kissed his face as they tumbled around on the green hilltop, free and light, together for one perfect day.<\/em><\/p>\n The young man turned and saw his small village below him bustling with life and people after the harvest. He could see his father laughing together with his mother as he lifted a huge bundle of grain on one shoulder and she carried a bucket of milk inside their house. He pointed, and Ariael turned and saw the first pies being brought out and set on the long table for all to eat. She tugged at his hand and he followed, stumbling, laughing as he\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Erin had never considered herself a murderer, but it was clear she had a talent for killing people. This was an issue she felt she should think seriously about at some point, but right now all she could think of was that she\u2019d made yet another huge mistake.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease wake up, please<\/em> wake up!\u201d<\/p>\n She shook Halrac desperately, rattling the older man back and forth as he sat in his chair, staring at nothing. She\u2019d already prized the mug from his hands\u2014he\u2019d kept sipping at it even while he went into whatever trance he was in\u2014but he was still out of it.<\/p>\n \u201cCome on, it\u2019s only a drink! Just a few flowers\u2014more than a few! It\u2019s not a drug if it\u2019s magic, and you\u2019re not<\/em> overdosing or whatever! Come on<\/em>, wake up!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin wondered if she should slap Halrac. That never seemed to work. Water, then. She looked around, gave up, and threw the non-faerie-flower drink in his face.<\/p>\n Halrac blinked as the alcohol splashed over him. He coughed, spluttered, and looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cAriael? What\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am so sorry<\/em>, Halrac! I didn\u2019t know that would happen! I thought you\u2019d just think you were suddenly big like in the stories\u2014but the alcohol did something. It\u2019s a drug. I\u2019ll throw it out\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin seized the mug, but Halrac\u2019s hand moved and he was suddenly gripping her hand. The usually dour-faced adventurer stared at Erin with such intensity she as frightened.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not<\/em> a drug. It\u2019s memory. Give me another drink, please! I\u2019ll pay anything\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s dangerous! You went all blank-stare on me. I shouldn\u2019t give it to anyone, not until I\u2019ve tested\u2014”<\/p>\n The two fought over the mug. Halrac was stronger than Erin, but he was at a bad angle and trying not to spill the drink; at this point, Erin was trying to upend it on the floor. They engaged in a silent match until someone spoke right behind them.<\/p>\n \u201cErin? Is he bothering you?\u201d<\/p>\n Both Halrac and Erin froze. Erin turned her neck and saw Ceria. The half-Elf had walked up behind the two and her skeletal hand was glowing with magic.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t quite<\/em> pointing her glowing finger at Halrac\u2019s face, but her expression was grim. Halrac and Erin exchanged a glance, and both realized that Ceria had entirely the wrong idea of what was happening.<\/p>\n Slowly, Halrac let go of Erin and she stepped back.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s nothing Ceria. I uh, gave him a drink with that nectar in it. You know, from the flowers?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria hesitated, but her finger stopped glowing. Erin tried to explain, and the half-Elf sighed, in what sounded like relief.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course that\u2019s what would happen. Well I\u2019m\u2014well, good.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded to Halrac and he nodded back. The older man looked at Erin and bowed his head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no. I\u2019m sorry! I shouldn\u2019t have given you that drink without testing it on Pisces first. My Skill just told me to do it and\u2014sorry! Um, uh, would you like anything else, Halrac? Anything? Anything but a certain faerie drink which I\u2019m not sure I\u2019m ever going to serve again?\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated. The Gold-rank adventurer still looked shaken, and Erin saw him pass a hand over his face several times before he looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cFood. Yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow about a hamburger?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA wh\u2014fine. Fine. I\u2019ll have that and as much ale as you\u2019ve got.\u201d<\/p>\n Nervously, Erin took the mug of with the faerie flower nectar in it back into the kitchen and started cooking while Ceria took a seat next to her in the kitchen.<\/p>\n \u201cI had no idea<\/em> that would happen. But he seemed so\u2026gone!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not necessarily a bad thing. He said it was memory? Hm.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria rubbed at her chin as Erin flipped two patties, distractedly cooking while she talked. The half-Elf eyed the half-empty mug, but didn\u2019t make a move for it.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m no expert Erin, but it seems like those flowers are part of the Frost Faerie\u2019s illusion. You can make them look like gold coins, and you said you felt like a giant when you sipped some. Perhaps they\u2019re enchanted with illusions that make us see what we want to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, so Halrac was seeing what he wanted to? He said a name\u2014I think it was a girl\u2019s\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know, but it\u2019s rare for him to lose his cool.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWait a second. You know Halrac? You never said!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cKnow him? Hah! Only by reputation. He\u2019s a veteran Gold-rank adventurer, Erin. He founded Griffon Hunt with Ulrien nearly a decade ago, and he\u2019s famous for never panicking or breaking under stress. That drink of yours must be powerful stuff if it got him.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin frowned at the drink as her hands mechanically slapped a burger together.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to do anything bad. I just listened to my Skill.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not always the wisest move. In any case, I don\u2019t think what you did was wrong. If anything, I think he\u2019ll pay in gold if you give him more of that stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin didn\u2019t know. But she took the hamburger out to Halrac, who accepted it and a non-magical drink with a grunt. Ceria and Erin had a meal of another hamburger\u2014Erin was too rattled to make a pizza at the moment\u2014on the other side of the inn.<\/p>\n After about an hour of talk\u2014during which Halrac just ate his food and stared at his arms and hands as if he were still in that trance\u2014the door to the inn opened and two more familiar guests walked in.<\/p>\n \u201cGood evening, Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn nodded to Erin as she turned and beamed at him, and a familiar Drake poked his head in as well.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, uh, hi Erin! Fancy meeting you here!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria snorted as Olesm edged his way in behind Pawn. Halrac had frozen in his seat, but Erin welcomed both Drake and Antinium in, seating them in the center of the room.<\/p>\n \u201cPawn! Olesm! I haven\u2019t seen either of you two for ages! Why haven\u2019t you stopped by?\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn nodded his head while Olesm stared over Erin\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cI am sorry, but I was busy within our Hive, attempting to make more Individuals. And until recently, I was being interviewed by Klbkch, Ksmvr, and the Queen.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhoa. That\u2019s big stuff!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is indeed. Olesm was with me until I suggested we eat here for the night.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked at Olesm, and the Drake scratched at his head spines and looked the other way.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were in the Hive! That\u2019s cool\u2014are you teaching the Antinium? And why haven\u2019t you come by earlier? You know I\u2019m always up for a game of chess!\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm waffled as he avoided looking straight at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know how it is, Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n He faltered, looking over at Ceria for support. The half-Elf just rolled her eyes as she bit into her second hamburger.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, it\u2019s just that I wanted to try playing other players and the Antinium are always willing to play\u2014and even pay me for their time! And I know you\u2019re busy and I wouldn\u2019t want to take away from\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n His eyes flicked left, and Erin looked over and saw her magical chessboard, the pieces sitting ghostly and transparent on the wood. She\u2019d left a game unfinished with her mystery opponent, as he\u2019d had to stop for some reason. Erin frowned in confusion, and then glared at Olesm.<\/p>\n \u201cNow wait just one minute, Olesm. Even if I play someone else, I\u2019m happy to play you! Even if you\u2019re not as good as he is yet, you\u2019re still a great player!\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cI know how good I am Erin, and after that game with him\u2014I wouldn\u2019t want to hold you back, really.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin seized Olesm and glared at the surprised Drake.<\/p>\n \u201cHow good you are shouldn\u2019t have anything to do with being allowed to play the game. Anyone can play chess, and you should play me as much as you want! That\u2019s the only way you\u2019re going to get better and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She glared at Pawn who shrank back in his seat.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014And I don\u2019t mind teaching new players either. I like chess. Anyone who likes chess is welcome to play me, anytime, anywhere! Well, not anywhere, but most of the time I\u2019m up for a game!\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm blinked at Erin, but as her glare transitioned into a smile, he managed one too.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Erin. You\u2019re right. I don\u2019t know what I was thinking\u2014of course I\u2019d love to play.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood. In that case I’ll play you and Pawn at the same time. I love to play a dual game. Just let me feed you two first. Hey, do you want to try some pizza?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s \u2018pizza\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOlesm?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake\u2019s head turned. His eyes widened, and Erin blinked in surprise.<\/p>\n \u201cZevara? What are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n The Captain of the Watch and tall Drake with an attitude and flame for breath walked slowly into the inn. She nodded awkwardly at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cHuman. Is your inn open at the moment?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Oh, yeah, yeah, it is! Um, do you want to eat here? Or drink something?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hesitated. She\u2019d never seen Zevara in a non-shouting context, and she was totally off-guard. But the Drake Captain looked at Olesm and looked almost as unsure as Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cI suppose I could have something. I uh, just came by because I\u2019m off-duty and I saw you walking this way, Olesm. Do you mind if I join you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe? Uh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm glanced at Ceria for some reason. The half-Elf shrugged, again for reasons Erin couldn\u2019t understand, and Zevara looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cSpringwalker.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cZevara. I\u2019m sure Olesm wouldn\u2019t mind if we shared a table, would he?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, me? No, no\u2026I just thought I\u2019d play a game of chess\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe can do that later. You should talk, Olesm!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin beamed and the Drake sagged as the two women sat next to him. Pawn politely offered his chair to Ceria and the half-Elf took a seat on Olesm\u2019s left while Zevara took a seat on his right.<\/p>\n Now that she had multiple guests, Erin remembered Lyon and looked around for her. But the newly leveled [Barmaid] was nowhere to be seen.<\/p>\n \u201cEvery time I need someone to serve drinks and food\u2026it\u2019s not even that hard! I do all the cooking!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll go find her, if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm stood up, but Erin hurriedly waved him back down.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s probably hiding or something. I\u2019ll get Toren to look after her when he comes back. I\u2019m not sure where he is. No, you sit. I\u2019m sure Olesm would like the company.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake had the oddest expression on his face. Meanwhile, Ceria started talking quite friendly with Zevara, and the Captain seemed just as polite. Erin smiled; it was good to see both getting along so well, although Olesm was very quiet. Erin bustled around the kitchen, getting food ready while the others talked or sat in silence. There was quite a lot of that, despite the full table.<\/p>\n Olesm must have been hungry, because he looked incredibly relieved when Erin came back with two hot pizzas, one on each glove. Pawn nodded in appreciation, but paused as he glanced at Ceria and Zevara. The two hadn\u2019t even looked at the pizza; they were smiling at each other and laughing, although Erin must have missed the joke.<\/p>\n \u201cI believe I would like to play a game, Erin, if you\u2019re free.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTotally! Just holler if you need anything, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria and Zevara nodded without looking her way. Olesm hesitated, and then slowly pushed back his chair.<\/p>\n \u201cI guess I\u2019ll play\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSit.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He sat. Erin found a table closer to Halrac and sat at it with Pawn. The [Scout] hadn\u2019t asked for much more than a refill and he nursed his drink quietly while she talked with the Antinium.<\/p>\n Erin arranged the chess board as Pawn sat in his chair, chewing quietly on a piece of pizza. She wasn\u2019t sure if he liked it, but she hadn\u2019t found any more bugs for the Antinium to eat, so she just prayed it was edible for them.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, would you like to be black or white, Pawn?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI shall choose white, if it is acceptable to you, Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded happily, and Pawn studied the board for a minute before moving a pawn up to D4. Erin immediately moved a pawn up to D5, and Pawn moved a second pawn up to C5, initiating the Queen\u2019s Gambit.<\/p>\n Erin immediately pushed a second pawn into Slav Defense, C6, and there the game paused for a moment. Pawn studied the board, and then, unusually, looked up at Erin.<\/p>\n Normally the Antinium was concentrated totally on the game, so this change made Erin stop pondering chess strategy for a moment and look at him.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething wrong, Pawn? Is the pizza no good?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe pizza is perfectly fine, Erin. But I have something I wish to talk to you about.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cOh? What\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn placed a hand over a chess piece and hesitated. He looked directly at Erin again, and she started to sense that he hadn\u2019t come to her inn to play chess after all.<\/p>\n \u201cI came here to ask for your advice, Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn lowered his voice as Olesm began trying to teach both Zevara and Ceria the game of chess. Erin stared at the Antinium, concerned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy? What happened? I mean, is something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing\u2014well, I suppose that is not accurate. Today I was summoned before my Queen, as I said. I, along with four other Antinium, the four that became individual.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n That sounded big, to Erin. She still didn\u2019t quite understand why individuals were so important to the Antinium, but she\u2019d gotten a vague idea of Pawn\u2019s new significance. He nodded to her as he slowly moved a piece forwards.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. She called us and asked us questions about our nature. She\u2026analyzed us for what we might be, what we might achieve.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at the board. Pawn had moved a pawn forwards again\u2014only it was a terrible move. C4-C5? That was Bad Slav. She\u2019d taught him to avoid that. Erin looked at Pawn in confusion and for the first time noticed that something was<\/em> different about Pawn today.<\/p>\n He looked\u2026smaller. The Antinium sat hunched over in his seat, and Erin realized he looked much like she\u2019d first seen him. That was to say, like a normal Worker, meek, inconspicuous, unnoticed.<\/p>\n \u201cPawn?\u201d<\/p>\n What had happened? What had his Queen said to him\u2014done to him? Erin remembered Ksmvr, but Pawn didn\u2019t look hurt. He just looked\u2026<\/p>\n Helpless.<\/p>\n Erin looked at the board, and then abandoned her game. She looked at Pawn, seriously.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened? What did she do to you?\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cQuestions. That is all she asked of us. Questions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat kind of questions?\u201d<\/p>\n Questions could be bad and hurtful. But Pawn only raised one hand, palm up, helplessly.<\/p>\n \u201cQuestions we could not answer. Erin. She asked us what being individual meant. How it happened. We could not answer. And she asked more questions\u2014what will we become? What classes can we take? How can we serve the hive?\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cShe asked if I would lead Soldiers to battle. Me. Because I have gained a class from playing chess and am highest-level besides Klbkch. But me?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked at Pawn. She couldn\u2019t imagine him fighting like Klbkch or Ksmvr. An image flashed in her mind. A memory. She saw a Worker, flailing at Goblins, fighting like a child as they stabbed him\u2014<\/p>\n Pawn continued to speak, haltingly. His voice was strained with an emotion she\u2019d never heard from an Antinium before.<\/p>\n \u201cI told her that I loved this game. I enjoy playing chess. But I cannot lead armies. I have a [Tactician] class, but…I have stopped leveling.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin blinked. Pawn nodded at her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is problematic. Yet I have no desire to carry out another occupation. I cannot go back to being a Worker, but not even my Queen knows what we are now.\u201d<\/p>\n He spread his hands, knocking over pieces on the board. Pawn jerked in surprise, and then clumsily reached for the pieces. But he abandoned them and looked at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cI am lost. If I am not a Worker, what am I?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. Pawn\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cMy Queen did not know. You do not know. No one knows. Not even us.\u201d<\/p>\n He stared at Erin, and she felt helpless. Pawn\u2019s expression didn\u2019t change, but it couldn\u2019t, not really. He had no nose or skin or even tear ducts. But his mandibles clicked together softly, and his hands clenched on the table.<\/p>\n \u201cWe are all lost. But I am the first, and so they look to me. And I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn glanced up at Erin, and then away.<\/p>\n \u201cI do not know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPawn. It\u2019s not something you can figure out right away. Stuff like this is complex. It takes time.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin reached out to touch Pawn\u2019s hand, but he knocked hers away. He stared at Erin, trembling slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cI asked them to go to you that night. I gathered the Workers and told them to fight. And die.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin felt a hole open up in her stomach. Pawn stared into her eyes, his multi-faceted ones direct, full of hidden emotion.<\/p>\n \u201cI asked them to go. They did it willingly, but I was the one who suggested it, who told them to do it. Not my Queen, not Ksmvr or Klbkch. I, and no other.\u201d<\/p>\n She remembered. Erin\u2019s eyes were stinging, but she made herself look at Pawn.<\/p>\n \u201cThey saved me, Pawn.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, and it was necessary! It was good! But\u2014but what happens next?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin didn\u2019t understand. Pawn looked at her, as if willing her to.<\/p>\n \u201cThey died to save you. It was well. But what will become of those dead? When Bird, Garry, Belgrade and Anand and I die, who will remember the fallen? They lived. Magnus, Rook, Calabrian, Vladimir, Emmanuel\u2026they lived. But only we remember. Only we care.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at Pawn. This was beyond her. So far beyond her. But Pawn had come to her for help. Only, what help could she give? What advice could she give someone on a road no one had walked before?<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know, Pawn. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n The Antinium sat in his chair, shivering. No. Not shivering. Erin looked at him more closely.<\/p>\n He was\u2026twitching. Shaking. It was just like when Erin had first asked him his name, only more violent now.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat wIll we dO, EriN? wHAt wILL We bEcOme?\u201d<\/p>\n His voice\u2014Erin felt a cold chill run down her back, but she refused to move back. She looked at Pawn. He stared back.<\/p>\n \u201cwhAt ArE wE?\u201d<\/p>\n A faint sound made Erin look away from Pawn. Olesm, Ceria, and Zevara hadn\u2019t noticed his behavior, but Halrac had. He was holding something in his left hand. A dagger.<\/p>\n Erin looked at him and shook her head slightly. He stared at Pawn, his face grim, and his eyes flicked to her. She stared into his eyes. Just stared.<\/p>\n Slowly, Halrac sheathed his blade. Erin turned back to Pawn. He was still shaking. She put a hand on his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cHey. Hey, listen to me. You\u2019re not alone. There are others like you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cnONe aRe LIke Me.\u201d<\/p>\n It was true. But not true. Something stirred in Erin\u2019s memory. She looked at Pawn. The first of his kind, the leader of a people who no one trusted, who were unimportant. Who didn\u2019t know\u2026<\/p>\n Memory flickered in Erin\u2019s mind. Not recent memory, but stories. Fragments of something she\u2019d heard long ago, in a quiet place as a child.<\/p>\n Perhaps it was the last name Pawn had spoken. Emmanuel. But Erin remembered, and so she pushed aside the chess board and edged her chair closer next to Pawn. She put one hand on his cool chitin.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, there was once a guy like you. He wanted to save his people, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReaLLy?\u201d<\/p>\n His voice was calming down. Erin smiled at Pawn, and sensed Halrac\u2019s eyes on her back.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. In fact, I know a story about this guy. He was famous, you know. His name is Moses, and a lot of Human kids know about him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did\u2026what did he do? Who was he?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was\u2026a normal person. Well, not normal. But he didn\u2019t think he\u2019d do anything special, until the day he realized he was different than the people around him. And then he realized he had a people who were being mistreated, who were in need. And he led them.\u201d<\/p>\n That was sort of true. Sort of. Depending on which story you listened to. Which movie you watched. Erin had never watched The Ten Commandments<\/em>, but she had seen The Prince of Egypt <\/em>more than once.<\/p>\n \u201cHis people were slaves. They were ruled by a harsh king \u2013 a Pharaoh. But Moses was called, and so he led his people to freedom.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn cocked his head at her. His voice returned to its normal pitch.<\/p>\n \u201cIs this an instructional story or a historical narrative?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin paused. She scratched her head and smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI dunno. It\u2019s just a story. Would you like to hear it?\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated, and then nodded. So Erin told him a story from childhood.<\/p>\n \u201cOnce upon a time, in a place named Egypt, there were two peoples. Both were Humans, but they were\u2026different. One people were called Egyptians, and they had slaves. And the slaves were called Hebrews. And the king of the Egyptians was called the Pharaoh. But he was afraid that the Hebrews would rise up one day, so he ordered every baby boy to be killed. And Moses\u2019 mother didn\u2019t want that to happen. So she found a river \u2013 the River Nile \u2013 and put Moses in a basket. Then waited until someone found Moses. It was the Pharaoh\u2019s daughter, and she took him into the Pharaoh\u2019s house so Moses grew up as an Egyptian prince when he was really a Hebrew. But one day he discovered who he truly was. It was when he found a burning bush\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Erin told the story of Moses, abridged and slightly inaccurately, but from start to finish. Pawn listened quietly until she was done, but when he finished he just shook his head at her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is a good story, but I fear it is not as easy for us. The Antinium are not slaves to our Queen\u2014she is part of the Hive, as are we all. It is just that there is no place for us now, and our purpose\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He broke off, shaking his head harder.<\/p>\n \u201cRebellion would only lead to death. Senseless death.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin waved her hands hurriedly and nearly knocked over her chess board.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, no, no\u2014I didn\u2019t mean the Queen was like the Pharaoh. It\u2019s just a story. A parable. I was just saying that Moses was like a leader, and you\u2019re like a leader.\u201d<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is a good story, but I am no chosen one. Moreover, you say this Moses was chosen by a god. You speak of gods, but I am told the gods are dead.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe. I mean, here it seems like that\u2019s true. But I always grew up knowing there was a god. Then later I\u2026well, where I\u2019m from people believe there are gods. People believe they came to earth, like Jesus Christ.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJesus? Is that another Human who led his people?\u201d<\/p>\n It sounded odd to hear an Antinium speak of Jesus. Erin had to smile.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, you could say that. He was someone who saved his people. Actually, he saved the Hebrew just like Moses, just after a long time had passed. And he was the son of God! Well, depending on who you ask.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn stared at Erin. Across the room Halrac\u2019s head slowly lifted and he looked over at Erin. He raised his voice and both Antinium and innkeeper looked over.<\/p>\n \u201cThe gods are dead. Everyone knows that. But I\u2019ve never heard of a descendant of gods.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI uh, well, everyone says it where I <\/em>come from.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin realized she was on the edge of what Ryoka had warned her about. But it was too late to go back.<\/p>\n \u201cWe have gods. Or one god. There are more, but the one I was told about when I was young\u2014I mean, people just call him\u2026God. Or it God. Her God. It\u2019s hard to explain.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac eyed Erin dubiously, but he actually moved his chair closer.<\/p>\n \u201cExplain that. I\u2019ve always known the gods are dead. Always. And I\u2019ve never heard of one just called\u2026God.\u201d<\/p>\n Explain Christianity? Erin wasn\u2019t sure. But now Pawn was looking at her too, and he\u2019d stopped shaking. So she took a breath and tried.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, they say he\u2014I mean, God\u2014created the earth and everything in it in seven days and did all this stuff. You know, god stuff. He cast out Humans from paradise because we were sinful, and pretty much uh, let the world work for a long time. But his people, his chosen people I mean, he always watched over. That story of Moses\u2014that was one example of how God chose his prophets and messengers to help save them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAfter they became slaves.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac snorted decisively.<\/p>\n \u201cSome God.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin had nothing to say to that. But she felt like she owed the religion a tiny bit of defense.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, he did save them eventually. I think it was sort of like a punishment for something. Maybe. Anyways, later he sent his only son to die for our sakes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOur sakes? His son? I do not understand.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn looked at Erin while Halrac grunted again. And Erin\u2014<\/p>\n Hesitated.<\/p>\n The story of Jesus was on her lips. It wasn\u2019t what Pawn wanted \u2013 it wasn\u2019t the story that could help him figure out who the Antinium were. But it was a good story.<\/p>\n Perhaps it was only a story. Maybe it wasn\u2019t. Erin didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t believe. Not anymore. But she\u2019d heard the same stories over and over, and she could repeat them to her listeners.<\/p>\n \u201cJust listen, okay? It gets complicated, but I guess one day, long after Moses had saved the Hebrews, they were suffering in another land. This time under the Romans. And God knew they were in trouble, but he was sort of looking at the entire world, you know? And everywhere he looked he saw sin. So he decided to do something about it. So he looked for good people\u2014Mary of Nazareth and her husband, Joseph of Nazareth, and chose them to raise his son who he would send down from heaven\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHeaven?\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn interrupted Erin. He looked at her intently.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is \u2018heaven\u2019? I know of hell, but I have never heard of heaven.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin wavered.<\/p>\n \u201cWait a second. How can you know of hell and not heaven? What\u2019s hell over here?\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac was the one to answer. He fiddled with his mug.<\/p>\n \u201cHell is where the Demons come from. In Rhir\u2014there is a place where no army has returned. That is what people call hell. Is that what you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2026hell is more like\u2014well, it\u2019s a place you go when you die, not a location.\u201d<\/p>\n Pawn and Halrac both looked at each other, and then away. Halrac scowled. Erin shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cHell isn\u2019t a place. I mean, not a place on earth. Not in this world. It\u2019s the afterlife. The place where bad people go when they die. We go to hell because we sin. We suffer in life because we sin\u2014that\u2019s what the Bible says, anyways.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBible?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe\u2026history of all this, I guess. I mean, the history of the Hebrews and their God.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh. And heaven?\u201d<\/p>\n How could you describe heaven to someone? Erin closed her eyes. She looked at the ceiling, and did her best.<\/p>\n \u201cHeaven is a place where good people go. It\u2019s a place where there\u2019s no pain, no suffering\u2026everyone\u2019s there. You can see your family, your friends, and everything is happy. Forever. That\u2019s what heaven is, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n When she looked back down, Halrac and Pawn were staring at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Don\u2019t you believe in life after death?\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac shook his head slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen I was a lad, I was taught that we\u2019d come back to life after we died. It depended on our class and our level\u2014the higher level we were, the better life we\u2019d have. If we didn\u2019t do much and died with low levels, we\u2019d come back as animals, or worse, monsters. But that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you, Pawn?\u201d<\/p>\n He was silent for a few minutes.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Antinium know of nothing after death. But we do know of death. When an Antinium dies, their memory remains in the Hive. But of the Antinium themselves\u2026nothing. Only a few are kept to return to the Hive in times of need. Klbkch is one such. But even they fade. And in time, all Antinium will die. And after that\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cThey cease to be. That is what happens after the Antinium die.\u201d<\/p>\n She stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s\u2026not what some Humans believe. They think everyone can go to heaven, if they believe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone? Even an Antinium?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI guess so. But let me finish my story. You see, God was sad because we were all sinning\u2014doing bad things. So he sent his son to die for our sakes. Because if he did, all our sins would be forgiven.\u201d<\/p>\n Halrac eyed Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cLike some kind of blood ritual? Magic?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Redemption. No magic, no ritual. Just forgiveness. It would be a second chance for all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA second chance. To do what?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin paused.<\/p>\n \u201cAnything.\u201d<\/p>\n And Pawn looked at her, silently, with the same grave emotionless expression that all the Antinium shared. But there was a spark in his dark eyes, a glimmer of something.<\/p>\n Hope.<\/p>\n So Erin took a deep breath, and reached back. She reached back to childhood, to youth, to innocence and faith. And she told them stories. She told them of a son who died upon a cross to save the world, of a God who created everything and gave law to the lawless. She told the listening adventurer and Antinium parables, stories, and tales of miracles and deliverance.<\/p>\n At some point Olesm knocked his chair over across the room and ran out the door with Ceria and Zevara in hot pursuit. But no one paid any attention. Erin told stories to the listening man, full of skepticism and bitterness, and to the Antinium, lost, afraid, and alone.<\/p>\n And they listened. It was not an [Immortal Moment]. There was nothing immortal in the way Erin would backtrack, or make mistakes or get up and serve another round of drinks. Perhaps because she did not believe.<\/p>\n But there was something there. Something which captured the heart and made Pawn listen, and Halrac stay. And it continued into the night, whispering to the three.<\/p>\n Stories.<\/p>\n Faith.<\/p>\n Religion.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The inn was quiet when Erin finally locked her door and her last guest vanished into the snowy night. Olesm had fled long ago and not come back, and neither had Ceria or Zevara. But Halrac and Pawn had stayed until past midnight, listening to Erin.<\/p>\n The adventurer had gone first, with generous tips for Erin multiplied several times over the normal rate. He\u2019d ignored all her protests, and insisted on it.<\/p>\n Halrac had left after filling his water flask to the brim with Erin\u2019s faerie-flower drink, but he\u2019d walked back towards Liscor without touching it. Instead, he\u2019d stared up at the sky as the Gold-rank adventurer slowly walked back through the snow.<\/p>\n Pawn looked up too as he made his way back towards the city. He saw only stars and the twin moons overhead. Nothing he hadn\u2019t seen a hundred times before.<\/p>\n But\u2026how many times had Pawn actually looked up at the sky? When he thought about it, it was more than likely he\u2019d looked up less than a hundred times. And he had never paid attention to the shining stars. They had simply been objects, irrelevant parts of his world.<\/p>\n But now Pawn looked up and wondered what lay beyond the stars in the sky. He looked up and wondered if out there, somewhere, there was a place where he could go. A place for the lost like him. A place to be saved.<\/p>\n As he looked up, Pawn felt something in his chest. It was desire, a yearning that came so strongly that the Antinium shuddered. He had never felt such a want<\/em> in his life, but how it came over him, a fierce desire for something he didn\u2019t have.<\/p>\n Sin. Hell. Slavery. Betrayal.<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s stories stuck in the Antinium\u2019s mind, whispering to him, speaking into his heart.<\/p>\n Redemption, salvation, rebirth. Resurrection. The forgiveness of sins.<\/p>\n His only son.<\/p>\n And\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cHeaven.\u201d<\/p>\n It was just for a second. It was only a hope, the small desire of one who had never known he wanted it. But for one moment, Pawn wished it were all true. And in that moment, he believed.<\/em><\/p>\n And as he looked up, the Antinium heard the whisper. It came out of his heart, and then Pawn heard the voice in his mind.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [Acolyte Class Obtained!]<\/p>\n [Acolyte Level 1!]<\/p>\n [Skill \u2013 Prayer Obtained!]<\/p>\n <\/p>\n It struck the Antinium from above, and he fell to his knees, in the snow and the night. He stared up, and knew<\/em>.<\/p>\n The night sky hung overhead, silent, distant, but no longer simply the sky. Now there was something behind it. 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