The word that travelled north was brief, but noteworthy. Amid the surge and ebb of tensions among the city-states and local aristocracy, it stood out.<\/p>\n
Around the city of Liscor that marked the sole safe passage between the northern and southern parts of Izril, news was seldom good. The Goblin Lord was only the most recent of bad tidings; the Human cities were always facing some minor crisis. After all, they bordered not only the ill-tempered Drake lands, but the High Passes, from which bands of monsters occasionally emerged to wreak havoc.<\/p>\n
In addition, the city-states that far south were far newer and less well-developed than their northern counterparts. Celum was a far cry from a northern city like Rectes, let alone a major hub like Invrisil.<\/p>\n
But the whisper that came north by mage [Message] was hopeful. It was a simple line that made those in the know sit up:<\/p>\n
Esthelm has risen.<\/p>\n
Esthelm has returned.<\/p>\n
Esthelm is not dead.<\/p>\n
The city lives. The people rebuild the walls, and pledge to stay and fight rather than give way to the Goblin Lord\u2019s armies. It was a small miracle, but what was far more miraculous was hearing where this sudden surge of life and hope had come from.<\/p>\n
Esthelm had received aid\u2026from Liscor of all places! No, not just Liscor\u2014the Antinium<\/em> of all species had come to help them. And somehow, Celum had sent a convoy down the roads without it falling prey to the Goblin armies.<\/p>\n Such boldness from the southern cities and generosity from the Antinium and Drakes was unprecedented. But with this, Esthelm might well recover and survive another Goblin assault and the remaining winter.<\/p>\n For a few seconds, hope blossomed in the cold. But just as quickly as it had been heard, the news of Esthelm would pass from the minds of all but a few listeners. Oh, some [Merchants] would mark down Esthelm as a prime target for business in the future if it survived, and a bold [Trader] might calculate the odds of making it to the city alive with a caravan, but no one else would pay attention to such news.<\/p>\n Almost no one. In fact, only two individuals of note paid attention to the news of Esthelm, despite their urgent business. The most powerful [Lady] on the continent listened to the news of the city\u2019s revival and wondered, and the most infamous [Lord] frowned and adjusted his plans slightly to account for this discrepancy.<\/p>\n And then they too returned to business. Esthelm was put out of mind and the world continued to move onwards. Just for a moment though, it had shone brightly for all to see. For a moment, the world had stopped and stared at the small spark glowing there.<\/p>\n And who had lit the spark? It was a conflagration of many hands and claws it was true, but the young woman from which it had all started was a young [Innkeeper]. She dozed lightly as a wagon trundled down the road back to Liscor just before dawn. It was far too early for such a trip she felt, but the roads were clear, and Termin had wanted to go now.<\/p>\n \u201cAfter all, that second army of Goblins has been raiding and burnt down a town not fifty miles north of here. If I\u2019m moving my wagon, it\u2019s with a convoy or clear roads or not at all.\u201d<\/p>\n Thus, he\u2019d persuaded the reluctant Erin to ride back with him to Liscor, escorted by the Horns of Hammerad as before. They lay asleep in the back of the wagon, exhausted from a day of work.<\/p>\n More traffic would soon flow south to Liscor. The majority of wagons would head back, as would the Gold-rank adventurers, Zel Shivertail, and a good portion of the Antinium who\u2019d come north.<\/p>\n Only a day had passed since Esthelm had received aid. That was too short a time to effect that much change, although the Antinium had managed to repair a good deal of the walls themselves. But the convoy had done its job, and staying longer would do no good. Extra hands to help meant extra mouths to feed, and the food and supplies that had been brought would go to waste that way.<\/p>\n So the adventurers who had been hired would stay, the extra [Guardsmen], [Hunters], [Healers], and so on would lend their expertise, and a group of Antinium Workers and Soldiers under Anand\u2019s supervision would stay to complete construction work. Everyone else would leave.<\/p>\n That suited Erin just fine. She woke up a bit as the cold air blew into her face. But after adjusting her head so she was sheltered by the wagon\u2019s sides, she dozed off.<\/p>\n Woke up again. This time Erin saw Liscor in the distance. She blinked around blearily and decided a few more minutes wouldn\u2019t hurt\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Erin? We\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n A hand shook Erin gently. She groaned and then opened her eyes.<\/p>\n The wagon was parked right next to the hill the inn stood on. Erin looked at Termin, and realized he\u2019d stopped here for her.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, thanks, Termin!\u201d<\/p>\n He smiled at her, and dipped his head slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cMy pleasure.\u201d<\/p>\n There was much more to say, but it was too early. Erin got up and woke up the other Horns of Hammerad by yanking the blankets off them. They swore at her\u2014Ceria nearly hit Erin with her skeletal hand before she opened her eyes. But they did get up.<\/p>\n It was customary to tip drivers, even if they had been paid. Erin fished around for a coin but Termin waved her away.<\/p>\n \u201cTreat me to a meal tonight, miss. You\u2019ll be open? Then I\u2019ll be there.\u201d<\/p>\n He gently flapped the reins and Erma and Fox began to plod off.<\/p>\n \u201cBastard. It\u2019s not a minute\u2019s travel up the hill.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces glared at the wagon as it rolled through the snow. Erin glared blearily at him, shivering already despite the blanket she\u2019d draped around her shoulders for extra protection.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a lot of work for his horses. We can walk. Come on.\u201d<\/p>\n Silently, the adventurers trudged up the hill after Erin. She pushed open the door to her inn and they practically fell down the steps to the basement. Erin paused only to make sure they had enough blankets. Everyone but Ksmvr was already back asleep.<\/p>\n Silently, Erin wandered over to the fireplace and added a few logs that had been piled up next to it. The glowing embers set fire to the wood as she blew carefully at it.<\/p>\n The ash made her cough. Erin took a few steps back and stared as the temperature in the common room began to rise. She glanced towards the window.<\/p>\n It was still night. But there was light there, too. It would be dawn soon.<\/p>\n If she were back home, Erin would have been dead asleep\u2014or going to sleep if she\u2019d pulled another all-nighter playing chess online or studying games. She would have never contemplated anything remotely resembling hard work at this hour, and probably would have slept in till one.<\/p>\n \u201cHuh. I guess I\u2019m a morning person now.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled, and bowed her head as she shivered and sat at an empty table in her inn. She closed her eyes, but that was a mistake.<\/p>\n Yes, if she were back home, she\u2019d be lying in bed with her laptop, covered with blankets as the snow fell outside. Maybe she would be thinking about getting a part-time job, or what college would be like next year. She\u2019d be studying chess or chatting online with a friend and\u2014<\/p>\n Memory.<\/em><\/p>\n It hurt. Erin bit her lip, so hard she nearly punctured skin. She stood up and sighed. Swaying on her feet, Erin frowned. She was still waking up.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026not now. But it\u2019s Christmas time. Time\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n The mumbling attracted attention. Erin heard the creak of someone descending the stairs and saw Lyonette rubbing her eyes as she walked down. The young woman froze when she saw Erin standing in the center of the room, but then she relaxed.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. I thought\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin nodded at her. Lyonette silently stumbled down the steps. Both girls stood in the room, staring at each other. Without saying anything, a consensus was reached that it was far too early for anything resembling conversation.<\/p>\n Erin sat back down. Then she stood up with a groan and went into the kitchen to prepare food for the masses. Lyonette went outside with a bucket for water.<\/p>\n Some things were easiest to do on autopilot. Erin mechanically made crepes in a batter and fried them up. She was munching on a buttery crepe before she properly woke up. The hot food was burning her hands, but it was food so she didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n The sun was coming up. Now Erin could think, she wandered back into the common room, leaving a heap of crepes in a bowl covered with a towel. They could always be reheated, and she had too much work to do to stay in the kitchen.<\/p>\n \u201cTime to get to work.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette paused mid-bite, a piece of crepe halfway towards her mouth. She blinked blearily at Erin. The young woman waved at her [Barmaid].<\/p>\n \u201cI said I\u2019m going to work. A lot. Today\u2019s going to be busy, Lyon. I think you\u2019ll have to stay in the inn most of the time, but I\u2019ll be running around like a chicken with its head cut off.\u201d<\/p>\n The young woman sitting at the table nodded. She paused, frowned, and woke up a bit more. Then she thought about what Erin had said.<\/p>\n \u201cDo they actually do that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cChickens. Do they really run around when you\u2026I mean, if you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette gulped. Erin paused.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe? I dunno, I\u2019ve never actually tried it. It\u2019s just what people say where I come from.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n The two girls stared at each other. After a second, Erin coughed.<\/p>\n \u201cWe don\u2019t do that all<\/em> the time. It\u2019s just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight. Well then\u2026I\u2019m off to the city!\u201d<\/p>\n Awkwardly, Erin edged out the door. She came back in to grab a money pouch and fill it with coins. She was feeling the rush of sugar and adrenaline now. She put a smile on her face and fixed it there.<\/p>\n \u201cDo we need anything, Lyon? I mean, Lyonette?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Lyon\u2019s fine I guess. We need some more flour, a few tomatoes if you want to make that \u2018cats-up\u2019 stuff, and some salt. I think we\u2019ve got enough for tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAlright, got it! Oh, and one more thing\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin poked her head back through the door. Lyonette looked at her expectantly.<\/p>\n \u201cChristmas is coming.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a holiday! Everyone\u2019s going to get presents and have fun, so\u2026think of some gifts for people, okay? You\u2019ll have to get presents for uh, two other people. It can be food, something small or fun or anything like that. Just think of something nice to give someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThanks! I\u2019ll explain the rest later!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n It was just a smile, but Erin wore it like a shield. Smiling helped. Smiling made you think the day might not be horrible after all. Not that she thought today would<\/em> be horrible, but she had a lot to do, and she was going to do it cheerful or she\u2019d kill herself.<\/p>\n Or someone. Like the sleepy guardsman at the gate. The Drake on duty just stared at Erin as she stood outside the closed gates. After five minutes he managed to get them open enough for her to slip through.<\/p>\n \u201cI have so much to do!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin groused to herself as she stomped across the streets of Liscor, trying not to slip on the snow-covered paving stones. There was practically no one up yet, but she found Market Street at least partially occupied. While pedestrians had yet to hit the streets, the shopkeepers were setting up, miserably trying to stay warm while they opened their stalls.<\/p>\n Erin found one familiar Gnoll grumbling to herself as she dusted snow off of her counter with a paw. Krshia Silverfang turned before Erin could call out to her. The Gnoll sniffed and smiled as Erin approached her small stall.<\/p>\n \u201cKrshia!\u201d<\/p>\n The young woman beamed at her. The Gnoll smiled and beckoned Erin closer. They huddled beneath her stall\u2019s flimsy walls from the wind while they chatted.<\/p>\n \u201cErin Solstice. It has been far, far too long since we have spoken properly, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes! How are you doing, Krshia? I know we talked a bit at the party, but there\u2019s so much that has happened!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIndeed. We must catch up. But first\u2014have you business with me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do! Here\u2014oh wait, I don\u2019t have a list. But I know what I need.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHmm. Let me fetch a piece of parchment and charcoal, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin chatted with Krshia as the Gnoll wrote down her shopping list and told her it would be delivered to her inn by the end of the day. Erin put a few coins on the table and got three bronze coins in change. Then she took a deep breath and got to the real reason she\u2019d sought Krshia out so early.<\/p>\n \u201cKrshia, I know Lyonette\u2019s um\u2026well, I know she did a lot of things while I was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat is so. Hrm. You say you have done much in Celum while you were away, yes? Well, Lyonette has\u2026also done much here.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin peeked up at the tall Gnoll\u2019s face. Krshia\u2019s expression was hard to read, but her ears weren\u2019t flat. That was a good sign.<\/p>\n \u201cI know you didn\u2019t want her back in the city. But she came in, didn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia paused, and her ears did twitch<\/em> then. But her voice remained level and calm. Or seemingly calm.<\/p>\n \u201cShe was allowed back in the city by Zel Shivertail, no? What is a Gnoll\u2019s pride before the famous hero of the Antinium Wars? We will do nothing to her, not when the Council is against us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry. But she came back to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSave the child Mrsha. I know. It makes it better, no?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Well, yes. Maybe. But she only did it because of that. She won\u2019t come back otherwise. And I had a chat with her, and\u2026well, she\u2019s sorry and she\u2019ll try to make amends.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo I have seen. But her debt is large, Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. I just wanted to say that she\u2019s going to try and stay out of the city unless it\u2019s an emergency. And a bit of the money she gets paid\u2014once I actually pay her\u2014will go to you for your shop. It\u2019s not much, but it\u2019s what she can do. What I can do.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia blinked down at Erin. She didn\u2019t immediately reply. Erin shivered.<\/p>\n \u201cI know it\u2019s not enough. But she\u2019s trying, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHrm. I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia shook her head. She looked tired as she flicked a bit of snow that had dared to land on her counter off onto the ground.<\/p>\n \u201cThat Human child is odd. Odd, but I see her trying. It is not enough, but it will do. Let us not talk of such things, Erin. You have just returned\u2014again. Let us talk of good matters, or as much good as there is on such cold days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled at Krshia and saw the Gnoll bare her canines in response. After a second, Erin frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cKrshia, what\u2019s the Council? That\u2019s the group that rules Liscor, right? Who are they? I\u2019ve never seen them.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll shrugged. She glanced hopefully up and down the street, but Erin was her only customer. A few Drakes were starting on one end of the street, but it would be several minutes before they got to her.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Council is made up of important people in the city. It is a Drake thing. The foremost people sit on it and decide what must be done from time to time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally, who are they?\u201d<\/p>\n Another shrug. Krshia frowned a bit as she replied, which made Erin think that Gnolls didn\u2019t get much of a place on the Council.<\/p>\n \u201cThe head of the Adventurer\u2019s Guild, the foremost [Mage], usually head of the Mage\u2019s Guild\u2026hrm, the Captain of the Watch, Zevara, the head of the Merchant\u2019s Guild\u2026Olesm\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOlesm!?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe is chief [Tactician] in the city. He must advise on matters that may be military. He has a voice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow. I had no idea he was actually that important!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, it is a civilian council. While the army is away they leave such people in charge. You know Liscor\u2019s army is a mercenary one? They are a power unto their own, but they rarely return to the city.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHuh.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin thought about that for a second. Then she stared at Krshia. The Gnoll wasn\u2019t shivering, but she looked miserable, standing in her small stall waiting for customers as the snow fell down again.<\/p>\n Miserable. Perhaps it was her stall. It was too small. Erin remembered how it had looked before, how many wares Krshia had had on display. Now\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry about your shop. Did I say that before? I\u2019m really sorry about it. I know it was hard\u2014and I\u2019d like to help if I can.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia blinked at Erin and shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cYou say it as if it was your fault. It is not.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I need to say it. I hired Lyonette, and I know you were upset. It must be so hard\u2014if I can do anything, I will. That\u2019s what friends are for.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Shopkeeper] just shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cI must have new wares to sell, and that costs money. To sell I must buy, and I have less coin than I did. My friends in the city and those from my tribe aid me. They lend me coin and I buy and sell with that. It is enough. It is not as if you can give me more business\u2014unless there is something like those hamburgers I may sell?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked inquiringly at Erin, but without any real hope. Erin hesitated, and then smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI do have some ideas. Maybe not things I can make, but\u2014I\u2019ll try.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is all I ask, yes? But where does this spirit come from?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did a lot of thinking. Well, mostly on the wagon ride to Esthelm and back. I think I can help, and not just by giving you a bunch of coin or anything. I just\u2014I want to make sure my friends are doing okay. Which reminds me, where\u2019s Brunkr? I heard he was sick from Klbkch!\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia paused. She had been smiling a bit at Erin. Now the smile vanished into the cold.<\/p>\n \u201cMy nephew? He is poor. He rests in my home, Erin. He will\u2026be better after he gains the courage to do what must be done, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia looked uncomfortable. She shook her head and glanced around the street.<\/p>\n \u201cBetter if you see for yourself. I would let him explain or you see, but not say it. Hrr. Perhaps there is time before more come to shop. Would you like to see?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hesitated. Krshia was clearly upset. If she wasn\u2019t saying\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n It was a quick walk to Krshia\u2019s apartment. Erin opened the door and recognized the cozy home. Nothing much had changed since her last visit, save for what looked like a heap of rugs on Krshia\u2019s couch. Then someone groaned and the pile of rugs turned into Brunkr, wrapped up in blankets as he lay in Krshia\u2019s home.<\/p>\n \u201cBrunkr? I have come back, yes? And brought someone to visit.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia spoke quietly to Brunkr. He made no reply. He was lying with the blanket wrapped around his huge frame. Something stank horribly. Erin made a face and suppressed the urge to gag. She peered at Brunkr, but couldn\u2019t see anything, cocooned as he was.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with him?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGo away, Human.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr\u2019s voice was muffled but distinct. She saw him roll and then two dark brown eyes glared malevolently at her.<\/p>\n \u201cLeave me, Erin Solstice. And take your cursed doombringer far away from me. Leave her yourself unless you wish to end up as I do.\u201d<\/p>\n Doombringer? Erin frowned and then realized he meant Mrsha. Krshia frowned at Brunkr.<\/p>\n \u201cNephew! Be silent. Do not blame bad luck on the Mrsha child.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr ignored his aunt. He sat up with an effort, groaning as his legs slowly unfolded and he shifted the blanket. The smell grew worse. It was the smell of\u2026Erin\u2019s stomach roiled and the crepes threatened to come up. The Gnoll warrior was breathing heavily and sweat was staining his fur as he stared at Krshia.<\/p>\n \u201cIs it time to cut it off? Is that why you have come?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCut? Cut what off?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin blinked at Brunkr. He stared incredulously at her, and then snarled. He tore off the blanket from his frame and thrust his right hand at her.<\/p>\n Both Human and Gnoll recoiled. Erin saw yellow dripping pus, oozing around red broken skin covered in horribly stained fur\u2014in an instant she realized where the smell was coming from. The blanket Brunkr had tossed to the floor was also covered in dried yellow gunk.<\/p>\n It was horrible. And disgusting. Erin swallowed hard and forced her stomach to stay still.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s that? How did you\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour cursed one bit <\/em>me.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr snarled at Erin. He cradled his hand, unable to touch it as more yellow pus dripped slowly out of the infected injury on his arm. Erin couldn\u2019t look away from the horrible sight.<\/p>\n Whatever Mrsha had done, and Erin vaguely recalled her biting Brunkr only a bit, that small injury had turned into a full-scale infection that had taken over a good portion of Brunkr\u2019s forearm. It was horrible, and clearly not healing.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s bad.\u201d<\/p>\n Both Brunkr and Krshia stared at Erin. She gulped again.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s real bad. Um, Brunkr. Mrsha did this? Have you\u2014I mean, I\u2019m sorry, but she didn\u2019t mean to do that. Have you had that looked at by a [Healer]? Or gotten a healing potion or something? If you need to, I can pay for\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The male Gnoll made a sound of fury and turned away violently. Krshia pulled at Erin\u2019s arm and whispered to her as the two stood by the door.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is not something curable with a healing potion, and the [Healers] cannot fix such an injury, Erin. Not ones from Liscor\u2014and not ones from Celum, I fear. It is too far infected now. Only magic might save it, and few know healing spells for this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Oh no.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin didn\u2019t know what to say. She understood the problem. Maybe Brunkr would be okay in her world, but here a healing potion and [Healer] were the only types of medicine available. And neither one was specialized in fighting diseases or infections.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is my doom, brought upon me. It will fall on the rest of you as well.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr stood in a corner, holding his arm, not looking at the other two. He had heard every word they had said with his acute hearing.<\/p>\n His arm. It was a ghastly sight, but Erin couldn\u2019t look away for some reason. She kept waiting for Brunkr to turn so she could stare at it again.<\/p>\n Her right hand twinged. Erin stared down at it, and remembered a similar sight. She looked at Krshia questioningly.<\/p>\n \u201cBack when my hand was all cut up Klbkch gave me a healing potion. It worked, even though it was sort of infected. Are you sure a healing potion\u2014a good one\u2014wouldn\u2019t\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia shook her head instantly.<\/p>\n \u201cLight infections, perhaps. The body will fight it off in the end, yes? So a healing potion makes it faster. But deep rot such as this\u2026no. It will only speed up the infection.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo what can you do?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia didn\u2019t reply. But she stared at Brunkr and Erin saw the Gnoll\u2019s entire body tense up. Erin went pale.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Really?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe must\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo! Not yet!\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr\u2019s voice was full of anguish. He bent over his hand, making a sound that was more animal than word. Erin saw Krshia staring at her younger nephew with deep sorrow\u2014but also something cold in her gaze.<\/p>\n \u201cIt must be soon, nephew. Erin, even she can see your hand is gone, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n The echo came from Erin\u2019s mouth. Both Gnolls stared at her, Brunkr turning his head to look. Erin was shaking her head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, Erin Solstice? But you see his hand. It must go or the rot will consume him as well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s\u2014maybe something can be done. Krshia, let me\u2014I think something can be done.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTruly?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cImpossible!\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr snapped at Erin, showing his teeth. Erin felt her heart beating faster, but not from fear. She stared at Brunkr\u2019s hand and thought of doctors, hospitals. She had no idea\u2014only a vague recollection of taking tablets and getting shots, but maybe\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cLet me try to help, okay? I think I have an idea. I\u2019ll come back\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo not lie to me, Human.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr glared at Erin, seemingly more infuriated by her offer to help than his aunt\u2019s words. Erin held her ground as he stumbled towards her. Brunkr\u2019s voice was slurred by pain and grief, but he was still a warrior of a Gnoll tribe. He towered over her as he glared and Erin saw Krshia staring warily at her nephew.<\/p>\n \u201cHumans\u2014hrr. I hear Humans say try and give up in an instant. What can you do that my tribe\u2014my aunt cannot? Can you save my hand? Tell me. If you lie, I will know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can try.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked Brunkr in the eye. He stared at her. The anger was replaced by dull resignation in an instant.<\/p>\n \u201cYou will fail, and say you did all you could. Your words are empty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t give up that easily. Here.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stepped past Brunkr, to a pile of rags that smelled horrible. She found a bucket of water and washed the rags briskly as Krshia guided Brunkr back to the couch. Erin wrung the cloth and pressed it on Brunkr\u2019s head. The Gnoll groaned and lay back. Erin turned to Krshia and silently the two females left her apartment.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you can help, I will give all to save his hand. But is it possible?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. I don\u2019t know, Krshia, but I know who I can ask.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka.\u201d<\/p>\n That was all they said on the matter. Back at Krshia\u2019s stall, Erin stood in front of it, feeling heavier than she had when she\u2019d just woken up. She couldn\u2019t get the image of Brunkr\u2019s infected hand out of her head.<\/p>\n Krshia seemed equally weighed down, despite Erin\u2019s assurances. She looked so tired.<\/em> It hurt Erin\u2019s heart. The girl cast around for something, anything that could make the Gnoll feel better, and then remembered one of the things she had decided to do. She put a smile on her face and made it stick by sheer force of will.<\/p>\n Lighthearted tone. Erin took a breath and did her best.<\/p>\n \u201cI know Brunkr\u2019s in bad shape, but can I tell you about something that\u2019s going to happen a few days from now, Krshia?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHm? What is this thing, Erin Solstice?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia eyed Erin as the girl tried to summon the powers of the holiday spirit. She spread her arms.<\/p>\n \u201cChristmas! I know you don\u2019t know what that is, but listen. Back where I come from\u2026back from my world, we have a tradition. Every year, in the winter, just before the new year starts, we celebrate Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHrm. The shortest day of the year, the winter solstice is yet a few days away. Before this is Christmas, you say? What happens on this day?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe celebrate. We give each other presents, eat lots of food\u2014oh, and Santa Claus comes to give things to everyone!\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll just stared at Erin. The girl tried to explain. She got most of the points across, although Krshia still didn\u2019t understand why a fat man would run around with presents and coal to give to everyone. But the Gnoll was<\/em> smiling when Erin had finished.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you intend to celebrate this\u2014this day of giving soon?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes! Tomorrow, maybe? Or the day after? I know there\u2019s not a lot of time to get gifts, but we can all try, right? But we have to do it before<\/em> the new year\u2019s. That\u2019s very important. So\u2026do you want to join in? I\u2019m going to have everyone give gifts to two people so everyone gets presents. We\u2019ll have a huge party at my inn and everything!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin held her breath as Krshia thought about the idea. The Gnoll rubbed her face with a furry paw, and then smiled again.<\/p>\n \u201cChristmas. Yes, it could be a nice thing to do. And I must give gifts to two others? Whom? Or will it be a surprise?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cI think that could get weird. I\u2019ll come up with a list and tell everyone who their people are. I\u2019ll uh, also make sure you don\u2019t get Lyonette and she doesn\u2019t get you. I guess I should keep Klbkch and Zel from being Secret Santas too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHrm. That may be wise, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia bared her teeth in a smile. Erin smiled back.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay. I\u2019ve got to go. But I\u2019ll be back. And\u2014I\u2019ll be back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. Go safely, Erin. And have a merry\u2026Christmas, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah!\u201d<\/p>\n The girl waved and hurried off down the street. Krshia watched her go, and then sighed. The thought of her nephew was like a burden on her, a heavy stone. But somehow, she thought of it differently now. She managed to smile, and perhaps it was that which attracted a middle-aged Drake across the street to Krshia\u2019s stall.<\/p>\n The Gnoll smiled wider, and began to talk with the Drake. Perhaps she was only there for a chat, but Krshia thought she could smell an opportunity here.<\/p>\n \u201cHello, Tesha. Have you heard of an interesting Human tradition? No? It is called \u2018Christmas\u2019. I tell you because it is coming soon, and you may wish to buy presents if you wish to partake. You see, on Christmas\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n So much to do, and so little time. Erin was trying to figure out which street to go down when she saw a familiar face and scales in the crowd. She called out at once.<\/p>\n \u201cOlesm!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cErin? I was just going to see if you were back!\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake beamed at her. They stopped in the middle of the street, the vapor trails of their conversation floating upwards as they talked and shivered.<\/p>\n \u201cHow are you, Olesm? We barely talked before\u2014Lyonette says you were a huge help to her while I was gone. Thank you so much!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAw, it was nothing\u2014well, actually, it was sort of hard.\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm frowned as he nudged Erin. They stood aside to let a grumpy Drake wearing armor and a group of other armed Drakes stomp by. The Drake wearing the most impressive regalia snorted as he saw Erin talking with Olesm.<\/p>\n \u201cHumans.\u201d<\/p>\n He passed by and Olesm shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry\u2014what was I saying? Oh yeah, I was happy to help Lyonette. But it\u2019s a good thing she managed to patch things up with the Gnolls so they\u2019d deliver to her. My arms nearly fell off trying to haul all the food she wanted up to the inn every day! I don\u2019t know how you do it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou get strong. See?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin tried to flex her arm to show Olesm, but all the clothes on her body made that futile. Olesm smiled and then fidgeted.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t suppose you\u2019re free right now, Erin? I\u2019d love to chat with you\u2014I mean, there\u2019s so much I\u2019ve been meaning to show you, and I\u2019d love to play a game if\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sighed and Olesm\u2019s face fell.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Olesm. But I\u2019m so busy! I have to go to the Mage\u2019s Guild after this, and then\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI completely understand. I\u2019ll ask again later.\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm raised his claws and made to back away. Erin felt a pang as she saw how disappointed he was\u2014and how hard he was trying to hide that fact.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t you come to the inn after lunch? I\u2019ll definitely have time to talk then. We can play a few games of chess and\u2014oh, I can show you how to play Go!\u201d<\/p>\n The blue-scaled Drake paused. His tail began to wag hopefully in the snow.<\/p>\n \u201cReally? You mean it? I won\u2019t be interrupting?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll make time. It\u2019s a promise, okay? After lunch. You can make it, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll be there! No problem! Let me just\u2014I\u2019ll have to get my notes, and a bottle of fresh ink\u2014and I can show you all the letters I\u2019ve received. I\u2019ll be there! At your inn, right? Definitely!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled as Olesm rushed off, practically jumping for joy. Then she frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cAfter lunch? Gotta go faster, then.\u201d<\/p>\n She stomped down the street, searching for the Mage\u2019s Guild. In truth, Erin had never been there, but it wasn\u2019t hard to find the place.<\/p>\n There wasn\u2019t a line this early in the day, and the Drake at the counter was clearly bored. He didn\u2019t seem any happier to have to serve anyone, but Erin gave him her best smile anyways.<\/p>\n \u201cHi there, you do messages by spell, right? Can I send a message to\u2026Invrisil? How much would that cost, actually?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake stared at Erin, and grudgingly pointed his claw to a large sign with prices listed right above his head. Erin turned red and stared at them.<\/p>\n \u201cPayment is up front. We don\u2019t send packages by magic either; you\u2019ll need to go to a Walled City or another city for that.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake\u2019s voice was testy. Erin nodded a few times.<\/p>\n \u201cGot it\u2026not too pricy, huh. Okay, I think I\u2019d like to send a message to my friend! Can I send it now, or do I have to wait?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake pointed to the sign again.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s a fee for quick deliveries. Just tell me your friend\u2019s name and I\u2019ll have it addressed to her.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin gave him Ryoka\u2019s name, spelling it out for him as he frowned over the odd spelling, grumbling about Human names. Her message was simple, and was written verbatim.<\/p>\n \u201cHey Ryoka, this is Erin! I need help! I just spoke with Krshia\u2014you know she\u2019s got a nephew, Brunkr, right? Well, he\u2019s got an infected hand and I was wondering\u2014okay. Wow. That much? Um, Ryoka, lots of money to send this, so\u2026how to heal infected hand? Also, when are you coming back? Christmas is soon. Come back soon!\u201d<\/p>\n After that, Erin had to pay and wait for the [Clerk] to take the letter upstairs to the [Mage] on duty. She got a small receipt and her change\u2014she was paying in gold coins since the Gold-rank adventurers didn\u2019t seem to have smaller denominations.<\/p>\n Erin wondered if Ryoka would get the message. She was about to hurry back to her inn when the Drake at the desk suddenly called out after her.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss? Miss Human!\u201d<\/p>\n She came back to the counter. He was frowning at something that had just shot down a small tube from upstairs. It was a slip of parchment, folded up. He showed it to Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cA reply just came back. It seems your friend has already received your message. She is at the Mage\u2019s Guild in Invrisil this moment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at the [Clerk.]<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a weird coincidence.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t look as astounded as Erin felt.<\/p>\n \u201cIt happens. Normally we would take in her message with the rest as it comes in, but she paid to send a reply back fast.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Well then\u2026can you tell Ryoka I\u2019m here? Or do I have to send another message?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake paused. He looked reluctant to be awake, and more reluctant to have to speak with an uninformed customer, but Erin\u2019s smile wore him down and he decided to be helpful.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t I send a message requesting a two-way communication between you two?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow. You can do that? Thank you! But will it cost a lot?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake coughed, looking around the empty building.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you were paying for a mage to be on standby, yes. But it\u2019s clear around here and I know Invrisil has mages to spare\u2026we\u2019ll deliver all your messages sent immediately for an upfront fee, and every message sent afterwards. It\u2019s not cheap, but if you have the gold to spend you can get a reply right away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIn that case, let\u2019s have a chat!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin plonked gold coins on the counter and the Drake sighed only slightly before scribbling down on a bit of parchment. He had to talk to the [Mage] on duty\u2014and then send a message to Invrisil to Ryoka and the people there. But in the end Erin found herself dictating responses to him and waiting for a response as Ryoka got messages back on her end and replied.<\/p>\n It was a thousand, no, ten thousand times worse than the most disjointed Skype call. Erin had to dictate a message to the [Clerk] and then wait for as many as ten minutes for a reply. She passed that time chatting with him and introducing the idea of Christmas to his world, but it was still arduous.<\/p>\n When all was transcribed and done, the conversation the [Clerk] had written down for Erin read like a chat session, albeit one marked down with ink on parchment.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Hi Ryoka! This is Erin! Are you okay? How are things? I\u2019m in Liscor right now! The Horns of Hammerad brought me back! How\u2019s Magnolia doing? What\u2019s up?<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Don\u2019t waste money. What\u2019s this about infection? Describe. How bad; symptoms. Any complications on return?<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Sorry. No bad things! Met Teriarch\u2014mean! Brunkr has tons of pus\u2014yellow and stinky! Mrsha bit, now whole arm is bad! Krshia says choppy-chop. I say no! How to fix?<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Will talk T later. Brunkr needs antibiotics. Can\u2019t heal with time; penicillin is best bet. Can tell how to make, but too slow. Chop might be only way, but must make sure new wound does not spread. Let me think. Wait for response.<\/p>\n The message looked like Ryoka had had to spell out penicillin letter by letter for the poor [Clerk] on duty. Erin had to wait eight minutes for the next response.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>P recipe: needs to let mold grow. If you know origin\u2014poultice. Must grow greenish-blue mold on orange or bread. But must isolate. Not all molds are P obviously. Very difficult; hire O to do it. In meantime, best bet is disinfection and honey.<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Honey? Really?<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Yes. Honey can have antibiotic if natural. Clean wound thoroughly. Use hot, salt water. Clean area, apply clean dressing. Think germs. Change dressings regularly. Honey must be applied after cleaning.<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Got it. Will try! And\u2026new thought! What about matches?<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Matches? Why?<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Christmas! It\u2019s Christmas soon! You must come back with presents! We will have party! Can you take carriage back? Tell Reynold he is invited too!<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Will try. Much to do here. Matches\u2014talk O. Needs P from Periodic Table for striking box. Powdered glass, P\u2026striker. Combine with sulfur and other things for match head. Other ingredients can figure out. Understand?<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Sort of. I know P from table!<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Red P. Not sure if discovered. See if O knows. May be substitute. For striking box, understand? Can use sandpaper maybe instead.<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Got it! When coming back?<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Unsure.<\/p>\n [Erin] \u2013 <\/strong>Come, please! Party is in two days! Come for Christmas! Tell Magnolia she is Scrooge! Ressa is cool.<\/p>\n [Ryoka] \u2013 <\/strong>Will try. Leaving now.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Possibly there had never been such a confusing conversation for any [Clerk] to record. Both girls didn\u2019t bother with grammar when delivering their messages and indeed, the only reason the words were spelled correctly was that the [Mages] couldn\u2019t handle texting slang. Erin left the Drake at the desk with her money pouch lighter, but newfound hope in her heart. She strode out of the guild, muttering to herself and thinking fast.<\/p>\n \u201cPenicillin, matches, and honey. I can get Lyonette to help with that, but Ryoka sure knows a lot. If she knows how matches work\u2026hm\u2026I should have asked about\u2026wait, that gives me a great idea!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin patted at her pockets, looking for something to write with, and then marched back inside the Mage\u2019s Guild to borrow the [Clerk]\u2019s quill for a second. She ended up going back to Krshia to buy an inkpot and ink.<\/p>\n It was hard to scribble on parchment and walk, and in the end Erin had to wait until she got back to the inn to write on the back of the piece of parchment. She\u2019d already tripped once and stained quite a lot of snow black.<\/p>\n When Erin was hiking up towards her inn, she noticed a good deal more activity going on. That was confirmed by a ball of white fur that shot out the door as she got close.<\/p>\n \u201cHey Mrsha! I\u2019m back! Whoops, don\u2019t make me spill this on your fur. Let me just write this down\u2026bicycle\u2026there!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin laughed, tried to fend off Mrsha, and get inside all at once. When she finally made it in, she saw that the Horns of Hammerad were up.<\/p>\n \u201cHey guys! Are the others not back yet?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re still on the road. But they should be back by tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n Yvlon blinked at Erin, still looking tired. It was still early morning Erin realized. Everyone was having breakfast as Lyonette heated up Erin\u2019s crepes.<\/p>\n Putting Mrsha on a table, Erin grabbed a crepe and devoured it with her gloves still on. Then she turned to Ceria.<\/p>\n \u201cI just had a chat with Ryoka.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou did?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n All of the Horns of Hammerad sat up. Erin nodded as she gulped from a glass of water Mrsha rushed over to her. It was half-empty from being spilled as the Gnoll ran with it, but Erin appreciated the effort.<\/p>\n \u201cI was talking with her! She was in Invrisil, and she sent me [Messages]! She\u2019ll be back soon\u2014in time for Christmas, I hope! She says she\u2019s got messages for you too, Ceria! Apparently she identified all those items you found!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe did?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Horns of Hammerad were out of the door like a shot. Pisces only stopped long enough to grab as much food as he could hold; Yvlon, Ceria, and Ksmvr didn\u2019t even wait to do that. Bemused, Erin stood aside and watched them storming down the hill, slipping and sliding in the snow. She could hear Ksmvr shouting after them as he brought up the rear.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is Christmas? Pisces, please ex\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey, Pisces moves really fast with that [Flash Step] spell. He can eat and<\/em> outrun Ceria! Wish I could do that.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at the figures rushing towards Liscor. She shook her head and then turned. Mrsha and Lyonette were staring over the remains of the half-eaten breakfast. Erin smiled at both and then clapped her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cLyonette!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI need more honey. And bees.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHoney? You mean\u2014we have half a jar left.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know, but I\u2019ll need an extra jar for something special. You told me we can get it from the hive without Toren. Could you show me how you do that now, or is that no good?\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette hesitated. Her eyes went to Erin, and then the door. She hesitated, swallowed hard, and then stood straight and nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI can do it. Just give me an hour or two and I\u2019ll be back with honey.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019m coming with you. It\u2019s dangerous, right? I\u2019ll do it with you.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled at Lyonette. The girl smiled back. Both girls went over to the box of faerie flowers.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re blooming nicely. Wow, I see new shoots already! Do you think it\u2019s the mana in the inn?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt might be. Um\u2014I\u2019ll need to take a few, but the dead ones work best I think. We just need to start a fire in front of the bee cave you see\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGot it. What happens if the flowers don\u2019t work? Do we run or hide?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd if the bees start waking up when we\u2019re in the cave?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Let\u2019s take all these flowers, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin grabbed empty glass jars as Lyonette found the sharpest knife in the kitchen. Both girls were ready to go when they heard an anxious whine. They turned and saw Mrsha, huddling by the door.<\/p>\n Mrsha was shivering. Lyonette hurried over to her and stroked Mrsha\u2019s head as she whispered comfortingly to the Gnoll.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t have to come. In fact, you\u2019re staying far away. And no following me this time, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll licked anxiously at Lyonette\u2019s face and reached for her, but Lyonette made her sit. Erin watched the two hug before Lyonette got up. She was silent at first as they marched towards the cave in the snow. But then Erin felt compelled to speak.<\/p>\n \u201cNo one\u2019s dying today. Right, Lyonette?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n The young girl\u2019s face was set with determination. It was a long, hard march in the deep snow to the cave, but Lyonette knew the way and in short order she\u2019d built the fire in front of the cave. There were ashes from the last one. Erin watched as she tossed the flowers in the fire and then both girls huddled in the snow outside of the cave.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t take long for them to hear the bees come after the fire\u2014and then fall asleep. Lyonette hurried into the cave with Erin right behind her. The girl froze as she saw a sea of fallen bees resting on the floor, but Lyonette stepped past them towards the massive bee hive in the back. Despite harvesting from it several times before, the hive looked as obscenely bloated as before.<\/p>\n \u201cOh my god. I\u2019d never have the courage to do that myself.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin watched with admiration and horror as Lyonette began to slice into the hive, many times over as large as she was. It filled the huge cave, and Erin wondered how many bees were inside. She prayed they were all sleeping.<\/p>\n Then Erin remembered she<\/em> had a job to do as well! She hurriedly fished around in the rucksack she\u2019d brought and pulled out a pair of tongs. She began picking up bees and dropping them in the jars, counting as she did.<\/p>\n \u201cOne bee, two bee, three bees\u2026this one\u2019s twitching. Ew. Four bees, five bees, ooh, big bee! Seven bees\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n They worked in sweaty, quick silence until Erin had two jars of bees and Lyonette two jars of honey, honeycomb, and other parts of the hive. Then they hurried out into the snow.<\/p>\n \u201cWe made it! Are we okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette was pale, but triumphant. She was a mess, covered all over by the hive. She jerked her head back towards the inn.<\/p>\n \u201cWe should get away as fast as we can. The bees get really, really<\/em> angry when they wake up. We don\u2019t want to be anywhere near them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGot it. Let\u2019s go!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin had to heft both jars as she struggled through the snow. They\u2019d brought a small sled to carry the jars on, but the jars kept falling off no matter how the girls tried to lash them onto the sled\u2014and they didn\u2019t feel like trying to tie a good knot so close to the cave.<\/p>\n They made tracks, huffing and puffing as they tried to force their unwilling legs to move faster. When they were a good distance from the cave, Erin relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cI think we might be okay. Lyonette, do you do that every day?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but having someone else helps.\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette gasped as she panted for air. She looked at Erin with a smile of triumph and then turned pale.<\/p>\n \u201cErin. The jar\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked down at the two massive jars she was holding and nearly screamed. The bees she\u2019d put in the jar had woken up. And they were alive.<\/em><\/p>\n Normally they suffocated or died of the cold. But these bees, freshly put to sleep, were still able to move. And they did. They wriggled and tried to flap their wings obscenely in the crowded confines of the jar. The pulsating mass made Erin want to drop the jar, but she hung on for dear life, checking the lid to make sure it was secure<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay. They\u2019ll die quick. Let\u2019s just put it on the sled and\u2014I need to have a bath after this.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n Gingerly, Erin lashed the two jars securely to the sled. The bees wriggled angrily and tried to sting her hands through the glass, but they could do nothing. Erin continued onwards, pulling the sled as Lyonette followed her.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you did this three times before I got here? That\u2019s amazing!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin was trying to be as congratulatory as possible, and she meant it. Lyonette really had turned over a new leaf, and this one was massive. The girl beamed with pride as they passed by a huge mound of snow sitting in the middle of a flat part of the snowy plains.<\/p>\n \u201cI had to. Honey\u2019s the only thing everyone really likes. It was so scary\u2014I nearly peed myself the first time! But your flowers really are incredible.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. I\u2019m wondering what else they might be able to do! I\u2019ll do some experiments\u2014hopefully I can grow enough so that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Danger.<\/em> It wasn\u2019t a word, just a thought, a bell rung at maximum volume in Erin\u2019s head. She broke off and turned her head around immediately.<\/p>\n \u201cLyonette. Stop.\u201d<\/p>\n The girl halted at once as Erin let go of the sledge and reached for the knife she always carried when she left the inn. Something was around them. She looked at Lyonette and the girl got the vibe at once. She drew closer to Erin as the [Innkeeper] eyed the ground.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c[Dangersense]. But I can\u2019t tell from where. Is it Shield Spiders? Are we at their nest or\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n A spark lit up Erin\u2019s mind. They had just passed something. She hadn\u2019t noticed, but it stood out to her suddenly. Why was a mound of snow in a flat plain\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n She turned, just as the Rock Crab, camouflaged by the snow, stood up and sidled closer to her. It scuttled a few feet towards the girls, and then dropped down into the snow, looking like just another white part of the landscape. But Erin and Lyonette had seen.<\/p>\n It was less than fifteen feet away. Lyonette froze up and Erin felt her heart stop in her chest.<\/p>\n \u201cErin\u2014what is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRock Crab. I told you\u2014it\u2019s too close.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cW-what do we do? Run?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019ll catch us.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin knew that for a certainty. She clenched her teeth tightly, feeling the useless knife in her left hand.<\/p>\n \u201cSeed cores would scare it away. But we don\u2019t have any except at the inn!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIn that case\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust don\u2019t move. I think it\u2019s waiting for us to move. Let. Me. Think.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin held very still as Lyonette shivered next to her. She knew the Rock Crab would strike sooner or later. When it did\u2014<\/p>\n What could kill it? Adventurers. They were far away. Seed cores. Erin didn\u2019t have any. Goblins? None around here since Rags was gone. Magic? No. Toren\u2014<\/p>\n No. Erin closed her eyes. Fight while Lyonette ran for help? She\u2019d be dead in a second. But if that was her option\u2014<\/p>\n No. Wait. Something else struck Erin. She opened her eyes and stared at the sled she\u2019d stopped pulling. At the things wriggling in the glass jars.<\/p>\n \u201cLyonette. Get ready to dive into the snow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Wh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette\u2019s eyes widened as Erin slowly, very slowly, waded over to the glass jars. Erin carefully lifted both jars of angry bees out of the sled, keeping her eyes on the mound of snow the entire time. Was it lifting up a bit?<\/p>\n She raised the first jar over her head and braced herself. Yes, the Rock Crab was moving. She saw it lift up, and then two long, flexible\u2026<\/p>\n Were they eyes? Either that, or antennae. They stared at Erin and she stared at it. The Rock Crab hesitated, and then it lifted itself up<\/em>, exposing a dark, red-brown body under its snowy shell and huge pincers that\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cDuck!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin screamed and threw the first jar right into the Rock Crab\u2019s shell. Inside <\/em>of it, in fact. The glass broke and Erin heard a roar of buzzing as the bees were freed. She didn\u2019t hesitate. She threw the second jar and then dove into the snow, digging herself deep as the bees buzzed in fury and the rock Crab clicked.<\/em><\/p>\n That was the sound. A deep, echoing click<\/em> of a sea creature. It was a counterpoint to the thunderous buzzing.<\/p>\n Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n Erin didn\u2019t know if Lyonette was alive. She could only hear the bees, the crab\u2014and then silence. The buzzing faded, growing more muted, but never completely ceasing, but the crab\u2026<\/p>\n After a while, Erin chanced raising her head out of the snow. She looked around and saw the crab\u2019s shell, lowered to the ground. For a second she thought the crab was alive and her heart pounded wildly\u2014but then she realized the truth.<\/p>\n \u201cLyonette.\u201d<\/p>\n The girl screamed when Erin found her in the snow. But Lyonette realized it was just Erin and came up to see what had happened.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin pointed shakily to the Rock Crab\u2019s shell. She could see a few dead bees, smashed or in pieces around the shell, but only a few. The rest must have flown off. Lyonette stared at the shell and touched her ears.<\/p>\n \u201cI can still hear buzzing though\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. The bees are inside<\/em> the shell.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin pointed to the shell where she could hear the dim thunder of wings as well. Lyonette grew pale as she realized what had happened.<\/p>\n The Ashfire Bees had stung the Rock Crab to death\u2014from the inside. But they were trapped in its shell as well. Both groups were dead or soon to be dead if no one disturbed them.<\/p>\n Erin laughed, shakily. Lyonette looked at her as if she were crazy, but then uttered a strained laugh herself. Both girls laughed and laughed and then Lyonette sat down and cried while Erin went to find their sled.<\/p>\n It was smashed on one end, but one of the jars of honey was intact. That would do. Erin brought it back and she and Lyonette made their way back to the inn.<\/p>\n Neither one said much. Lyonette was sticky with honey and other fluids from the hive. Erin held the jar of honey as Lyonette struggled onwards, wiping at her mouth and spitting occasionally. She said not a word of complaint, but Erin saw her shiver more than once as the cold air froze her wet clothing.<\/p>\n When they got back, Erin let Mrsha leap on Lyonette as Lyonette hugged her and cried in relief. Erin pointed upstairs as Lyonette tried to stop Mrsha from rubbing her furry body all over her honeyed one.<\/p>\n \u201cBath!\u201d<\/p>\n Both Gnoll and girl looked at her. Erin smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cGo take a bath, Lyonette. Don\u2019t worry about cleaning or anything else. Just have a nice time\u2014and bring Mrsha with you too! She\u2019s all sticky.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can make it quick\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin mock-scowled at Lyonette.<\/p>\n \u201cBath time is a special time. It\u2019s the most <\/em>special time. You take a long hot soak, or I\u2019ll fire you. I\u2019m going back into the city\u2014after I talk with Octavia. Go on! Shoo!\u201d<\/p>\n She waved at Lyonette and then remembered what else she wanted to say.<\/p>\n \u201cLyonette?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood work. I mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut we lost the bees and most of the honey\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat wasn\u2019t your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked sternly at Lyonette.<\/p>\n \u201cYou did amazing, getting us the honey. The Rock Crab\u2026from now on, neither you nor I are leaving the inn without seed cores, okay? And we\u2019ll be twice as careful\u2014I\u2019m going with you each time. But we survived.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. We did.\u201d<\/p>\n They left it at that. Erin went to the kitchen with the jar of honey before she remembered what she had to do with it. She put the honey on a table and sat down for a second.<\/p>\n Only then did Erin let herself shake uncontrollably. She trembled so badly she couldn\u2019t stand or hold the glass of water she\u2019d poured herself; it slopped everywhere.<\/p>\n Just for a few minutes. One. Five. Then Erin stopped. She stopped shaking, stood up, drank the rest of the water in the glass, and sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m alive. I\u2019m alive. I\u2019m alive and\u2014I need to get back to work.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stumbled towards the door. She had to come back and grab the jar of honey.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n When she opened Krshia\u2019s door this time, Brunkr was awake. Sort of. He was staring at his hand on the couch, not doing anything really. He didn\u2019t look up as Erin came in.<\/p>\n \u201cGo away, Human.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have something that will help, Brunkr. I know how to help heal your hand.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked up, full of hope and scorn. He frowned when he saw the huge glass jar of honey. Bits of honeycomb were stuck to the insides.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is that? Do you want to fatten me up before I lose my arm? Or is that for my aunt to sell?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s for you.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin put the jar on the table, and turned to face Brunkr, hands on hips. She felt a bit better, although the smell of Brunkr\u2019s infection didn\u2019t help her stomach any.<\/p>\n \u201cThis honey is something Ryoka\u2014do you know Ryoka? Well, it\u2019s something that will help.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat you\u2019re going to do is\u2014well, first, let me tend to your hand.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin walked over to Brunkr. She\u2019d brought a towel and a bag of salt. She put both down and he watched, confused and irritated as she found a basin. When Erin mixed some water she\u2019d boiled in the kitchen with the salt he reacted poorly.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not splashing that on my hand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n He yanked his hand away as she reached for it. Erin glared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou need to get your infection clean. For god\u2019s sake, why haven\u2019t you cleaned it yourself? It\u2019s disgusting!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt always comes back.\u201d<\/p>\n He growled with gritted teeth as he backed away from Erin. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m washing your arm. With that water.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I\u2019m not having you pour that on my arm. I\u2019ve suffered enough without your crazy Human remedies!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not giving you a choice. Come on\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin reached for Brunkr and he hit her. It was a fast punch that caught Erin on the side of the face. It wasn\u2019t too strong\u2014for Brunkr. Erin stumbled back and shook her head. Then she threw up.<\/p>\n Brunkr eyed Erin as she panted and stared at the mess on Krshia\u2019s floor. He saw the Human girl look at the vomit puddle, and then at him. He snarled, full of hurt and anger. But Erin just turned away and went into the kitchen.<\/p>\n She came back with more water and a cloth. It took a bit of time for Erin to get the vomit out of the rug, but she had a skill. She tossed the dirty water out, cleaned her hands. Then she stopped in the living room and stared at Brunkr. He stared back.<\/p>\n Erin sighed. She took two steps over to Brunkr and he raised his hand threateningly. This time Erin drew back when he clenched his fist. She eyed him\u2014<\/p>\n And then hit him in the stomach.<\/p>\n \u201c[Minotaur Punch]!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr doubled over as Erin belted him. He swung at her, but she ducked. Erin stomped on Brunkr\u2019s toe and punched him in the chest. He didn\u2019t fall from that, so she kneed him in the groin and then hit him in the face.<\/p>\n He hit her back. Erin stared up at the ceiling and then got up fast. She kicked the charging Brunkr in the groin again and shoved him on the couch as he doubled over, howling in pain.<\/p>\n \u201cSit!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She shouted it so loudly the house rang. Brunkr tried to stand up\u2014Erin raised a fist. He halted. His ears flattened, and the fight went out of him. He lay back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Erin breathed in and out heavily, and then reached for the basin of salt water.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSorry. I need to get the wound clean, though.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr hissed through his teeth as Erin carefully dabbed at his red wound. She pressed at it and she saw his claws sink into Krshia\u2019s already threadbare couch\u2014but he didn\u2019t say a word.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re doing great. I know it hurts, and I\u2019m sorry. I really am. But you need to keep it clean. All this pus and nasty stuff? It can\u2019t stay in the wound.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr growled, vexation clear in his voice.<\/p>\n \u201cI know that. But it keeps\u2014agh! Keeps coming back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo keep getting rid of it! Who\u2019s tougher, you or pus?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin scowled as she took away the dirtied rag and dipped it in another bucket. She sighed, and stared at his arm.<\/p>\n The red, gaping injury did look awful, but it was better than the oozing mess of before. She had\u2014against Brunkr\u2019s wishes\u2014also snipped off a lot of the hair around the injury to keep it from getting in. Now Erin fetched the jar of honey.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy honey? It won\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHave you ever tried using honey on your injuries?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course not. Who would\u2014argh!\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr yelped as Erin began spooning honey over his infected arm. She coated his open flesh liberally, making sure it was all covered by a layer of glistening liquid.<\/p>\n \u201cThere. That looks right.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd this is supposed to do what? Heal me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a salve. It\u2019ll help keep germs away. Um\u2014keep the infection from getting worse, and make it better.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin pointed to the jar as she got the bandages she\u2019d bought out and began wrapping them around Brunkr\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t eat the honey, obviously. It\u2019s going to get really nasty over time I bet. Lots of hair, dirt\u2026actually, wash your arm before you put the honey on it. But just keep<\/em> putting it on, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n He eyed her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll the time! When you\u2019re awake, when you\u2019re asleep\u2014all the time! If you can, keep honey on the injury every second. After you clean, again. Clean at least three times a day, and then reapply the honey salve. It\u2019ll help get rid of the infection. Here, I\u2019ll show you how to wrap a bandage over it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n She finished tying the bandage over Brunkr\u2019s arm. He stared at it and shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you think I\u2019ve done all this before? I\u2019ve put the poultice the [Healer] gave me over my arm\u2014it did nothing. I ate all the different meat my tribe mates gave me, I drank as many foul stews as my aunt made. Nothing worked. I burnt my wound with fire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? No wonder it\u2019s so bad!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin glared at Brunkr. He glared back. He tried to put anger in his tone, but there was more defeat than anything else.<\/p>\n \u201cYour cure isn\u2019t going to work. What makes a Human trick better than my people\u2019s knowledge? All you\u2019re using is honey.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt may just be honey, but I know this honey works. Ryoka knows it works. It\u2019s not some quack medicine, okay? Cleaning your wound regularly, using honey and salt water\u2014it\u2019s all part of the healing. You have to do it all or it won\u2019t work. Have faith.\u201d<\/p>\n He glared at her. Brunkr grabbed Erin\u2019s arm as she rolled up the rest of the bandage. It was a firm grip, but not meant to hurt.<\/p>\n \u201cFaith? In what? This\u2014this is just a fool\u2019s cure. Why should I believe honey<\/em> will cure\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n His voice broke.<\/p>\n \u201cI will lose my hand. After this, it must be cut off. Not just my hand\u2014my arm as well. I will lose it, and I will be a cripple. Not a warrior of my tribe\u2014a half thing. Useless. Good only for the easiest chores.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at Brunkr. She didn\u2019t know him. She\u2019d only met him once or twice, and it always ended up in a fight, or so it seemed. But she could understand his fear, understand what he was going through.<\/p>\n \u201cI know it\u2019s scary. I know it\u2019s hard to believe. But believe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIn what? In Humans?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. In me.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin grabbed Brunkr\u2019s good arm with her own. She squeezed it hard, looking the Gnoll in the eye.<\/p>\n \u201cHave faith in me. I want to help. And I know what I\u2019m doing.\u201d<\/p>\n He stared at her, and she saw the hope in his eyes that she was telling the truth. But then he looked away.<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone says that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sat with Brunkr as he let go of her and stared dully at his arm. She began tidying up in silence. After a minute, she spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, back home we don\u2019t have magic.\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shook her head as she sat the jar of honey in one corner of the room, balancing one of Krshia\u2019s ladles on the lid.<\/p>\n \u201cNope. Not at all. Not a single [Mage]\u2014heck, no one knows a single spell. Wild, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow could your people survive? Even we have [Shamans]. How do you\u2026do anything?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWith technology. With things other than magic. You see, we study a lot of things. We\u2019re not tough like Drakes or strong as Gnolls\u2026we don\u2019t have good noses or the ability to cast magic or anything else. But we think a lot. And we write everything down. And one of the things we write down is how to cure people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone does that. My people have cures\u2014if I were back at home and it were summer, my aunt says she could have found the good dirt\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, see that\u2019s where you\u2019re wrong. We\u2019re not the same. Where I come from, we don\u2019t<\/em> have cures. It\u2019s not a mystery whether people will get well or not. We know what causes what, and if we don\u2019t know, we find out. We don\u2019t say you might<\/em> get better. We invent cures that work all the time, or nearly all the time. That\u2019s why I know the honey will help, and the cleaning.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin nodded. She sat with Brunkr on the couch. He stared at her like Mrsha did to Lyonette when the girl talked with her. He wasn\u2019t an adult, but a child, needing to believe all would be well. So Erin opened a door in her heart and remembered.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve heard of people who were blind being cured. I\u2019ve seen people who lost a hand\u2014and then had it sewn right back on! Where I come from\u2026we don\u2019t use healing potions. We don\u2019t rely on alchemy or magic. We use medicine.<\/em> And this\u2014this is medicine.\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed to the honey.<\/p>\n \u201cIt will work. It has antibodies\u2014and it\u2019s useful for fighting infections. When you need healing, you keep the wound clean and don\u2019t let anything get on it. That\u2019s the basics. I\u2019m going to talk with an [Alchemist] after this and see about getting better medicine made, but this will do in the meantime.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you\u2019re sure it will work? How can you be?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin met Brunkr\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sure I\u2019m doing the right thing. I\u2019m not sure it will work. But I am sure that this is the only chance you have.\u201d<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t what he wanted to hear. Brunkr looked away. Erin grabbed his paw. She waited until he looked back at her again.<\/p>\n \u201cBelieve me, please. If this doesn\u2019t work, I\u2019ll come back with a saw. Because you\u2019re going to lose your hand otherwise. If you won\u2019t do exactly what I ask\u2026you\u2019d better hurry up and chop your arm off before the rest of you gets infected. But until that day comes, I\u2019ll tell you to do this. Because I know what I\u2019m doing is right.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll stared at Erin for a long time. She could feel his pulse beating through his fur and skin.<\/p>\n \u201cI wish I could believe you. I almost do.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTry?\u201d<\/p>\n Brunkr hesitated. He looked away and sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cI will try. I have nothing left to lose.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. You have your hand to lose. But it\u2019s not going to happen. It\u2019s going to be okay. It\u2019s going<\/em> to be okay. Understand?\u201d<\/p>\n She hugged him. The Gnoll froze, but Erin wrapped her arms around him and squeezed hard. Brunkr made a small sound, but she just kept repeating the words.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s going to be okay. You\u2019re going to be alright. It\u2019s going to be okay. Your hand is going to get better. I\u2019m going to come back and you\u2019re going to keep changing your bandages, and it\u2019s going to get better. I promise. It\u2019s going to be okay. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n He said not a word, but put a paw on her shoulder. Erin felt him squeeze, and hugged tighter. She couldn\u2019t see his face, but she felt him, as tightly as they were holding each other.<\/p>\n He was trembling.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n When Erin left the apartment an hour later, she saw Krshia waiting for her outside. Snow had piled up in the Gnoll\u2019s fur, but she hadn\u2019t come inside. She nodded at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cI heard what you told my nephew. You give him hope. But it is not certain, no?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t lie.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI know. And I will trust. And hope.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s more that can be done. I\u2019m going to try and find something else that\u2019ll help more than the honey. I\u2019ll let you know. Just\u2014help him, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will. He has hope, thanks to you.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia hesitated. She bent closer to Erin and whispered, so softly that only the girl could hear it, not Brunkr, sleeping inside.<\/p>\n \u201cI tell you, I did not believe when I gave him all those remedies before. I did not believe, because I thought his hand was lost. But you believe. I can smell it, and so can he. Thank you for that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s just who I am. A silly believer.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled. She squeezed Krshia\u2019s arm and the Gnoll hugged her briefly. Erin stepped away and walked out of the city.<\/p>\n She was tired. So tired. Erin yawned, and stared at the sun.<\/p>\n \u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n It was just past midday. Erin blinked and rubbed her eyes. She felt so tired. So\u2014incredibly tired. How was it only that early? But then she heard a shout.<\/p>\n \u201cErin!\u201d<\/p>\n Someone\u2014a group of someones were waving at her. Erin automatically waved back and saw Pawn, Belgrade, Bird\u2026walking together with Klbkch and the wonderfully strange blue Antinium. Further away, she saw Zel and the adventurers making their way to her inn.<\/p>\n Something like a sigh escaped Erin, although she kept a smile on her face. More people, all of whom wanted to see her, or at least wanted to eat something hot cooked by her. She felt so tired, so endlessly tired.<\/p>\n But the day wasn\u2019t over. And Erin had a job to do. She began to walk more quickly back towards her inn, and then stopped. She stared at the sky.<\/p>\n The sun was shining bright. It was shining in a sky full of clouds. Erin could see more on the horizon. Soon they would turn the world dark and grey, and pour snow down again. It would grow colder. The world would be washed away by ice once more.<\/p>\n But for a moment the sun shone. Then a cloud passed before it. Erin felt her spirits drop as the light faded. But it would come back. 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