A boycott. Of all the trials that The Wandering Inn had faced, Erin would have assumed that would be the least challenging. And she would be right, except that unlike every crisis she\u2019d weathered so far, the boycott hadn\u2019t ended after the first day. Unlike undead invasions, Goblin attacks, angry Rock Crabs or diarrhea, the boycott had dragged into the fifth day without signs of slowing.<\/p>\n
And again, if anyone had asked Erin if she was afraid of boycotts, she would have laughed in their face while getting them another order of risotto pasta. After all, her inn had weathered far worse scandals, hadn\u2019t it? She was employing Goblins<\/em> for goodness sake! She\u2019d endured scandal and outright hostility before.<\/p>\n But Erin had underestimated the difference in cultures. When Drakes boycotted a business or location, they didn\u2019t just avoid it like the plague. No, they turned up each day to complain.<\/p>\n \u201cActually, I think Humans do that too. Why call it a boycott if you still show up?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin slumped at a table, groaning and holding her head. It was late evening in her inn, and she had actors on stage, some Humans and Gnolls dining, adventurers sitting at their tables. And a large number of Drakes, sitting at tables and booing each time an actor spoke on stage.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m afraid I do not understand your dilemma, Miss Solstice.\u201d<\/p>\n Klbkch sat at a table across from Erin with Krshia on the other side. Both Antinium and Gnoll glanced up as a Drake hissed and booed Wesle as he tried to woo Jasi in her role of Juliet on stage. Klbkch nodded towards the Drake.<\/p>\n \u201cIf the Drake protest is undesirable, why not simply eject them from your inn?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause if I do that, they stand outside my inn and throw rocks and dead fish at my windows. Or wait in Liscor and harass anyone who comes out of the magic door.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see. That is a dilemma.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight. I was sort of hoping you\u2019d be able to help. You know, since you\u2019re a [Guardsman] and all?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin glanced sidelong at Klbkch. He hesitated, keeping one hand on his mug as he watched the stage. If you ignored the quiet booing, the play really wasn\u2019t that bad. But that was if you could ignore the booing. The Antinium shook his head a fraction after a few seconds of thought.<\/p>\n \u201cI am afraid that civil protest is a time-honored Drake tradition. True, I could caution and then arrest the Drakes here if they continued to interfere with your business in tangible ways, but Drakes have always honored the right to insult others in public forums.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? That\u2019s so\u2014well, okay, we do that at home, but that\u2019s not right!\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia sniffed the air and grunted. She was enjoying a plate of fish flakes, dipping each in a fishy sauce filled with spices before chewing the food.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is a Drake thing, Miss Solstice, yes? Human too, from what you say. We Gnolls, we simply leave if something is undesirable. But Drakes must tell you over and over why it is not what they enjoy. Hrm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat if I kicked them out? Could you arrest them for throwing stuff at my inn?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked pleadingly at Klbkch. The Antinium opened his mandibles and made a clicking, sighing sound.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is again troublesome that you live outside of Liscor and do not, in fact, pay taxes, Miss Solstice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cQuite. Watch Captain Zevara could order such a guard detail for a short period of time, but I believe she would be disinclined to support such a decision even if I endorsed it to her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause she hates me.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia covered a smile with one paw as Erin slumped in her seat.<\/p>\n \u201cI do not think she hates<\/em> you, Erin. But you do bring her much trouble. And the city is more concerned with dungeons and fish at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFish?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSometimes fish attack the walls. Big ones. Like Lurkersnatches.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe black octopus things?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. They are quite difficult to deter. I would advise you to take caution, but your personal defenses are probably more than adequate to deter most monsters. I trust Bird has fulfilled his duties well up till now?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBird? He\u2019s great. Really great. I was worried when he came back with the bow, but he actually paid for it? With money he got from the\u2026Queen?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at Klbkch. Again, the Antinium nodded. He shifted his gaze. Bird was eating at a table across from them with Mrsha. He was happily enjoying a plate full of eggs and batting a ball across the table with Mrsha with one of his arms. Erin shook her head as she watched the Antinium Worker and Gnoll play.<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t believe it. She likes him? Your Queen?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin remembered meeting her. The Queen of the Free Antinium was many things. Huge. Scary. Heartless. In none of these adjectives did Erin see any possibility of her liking<\/em> anyone. Klbkch seemed just as confused.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is an unusual development. But my Queen expressed great pleasure after her interview of Bird, and she did allocate him a large budget to purchase a bow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhich he bought in my cousin\u2019s shop. The highest-quality bow we had. It was quite surprising, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia popped another fish flake into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Erin shook her head in disbelief.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Queen likes Bird. That\u2019s just so\u2026at least he\u2019s happy. He was talking all of today about the bow. And water birds. I, uh, haven\u2019t told him they don\u2019t exist yet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh. That may be best.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHrm.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll and Antinium sat with Erin in silence, and she sighed. The common room of her inn was warm, and the smell of good cooking filled the inn. Ishkr, Lyonette, and two new Gnolls she\u2019d hired\u2014Raelia and Fersh\u2014were serving tables. Again, without the booing the inn would have been a wonderful place to enjoy. However\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cAt least they pay to watch the play and eat food. The Drakes, I mean. I\u2019m earning some money each day off of them, but compared to a full house, this isn\u2019t good at all.\u201d<\/p>\n She had probably less than fifty people in the inn where she was certain her maximum capacity was probably six or seven times that. Krshia nodded as she eyed one of the Drakes sitting at a table close to them. He was booing, but not that loudly. He looked annoyed if his tail was anything to go by\u2014it swept the ground in long, agitated motions.<\/p>\n \u201cI am surprised to be honest, Erin. I would have expected them to throw things. Or fight. Perhaps they are not as angry as you think?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNaw. They\u2019re mad. But I\u2019ve got a handle on my aura now. As long as I concentrate, they won\u2019t start fighting or throwing things. Booing is all they can do.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sighed and rubbed at her head. The effort of suppressing the irritated Drakes was a low-level strain at the back of her head. Krshia looked impressed.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is a powerful Skill, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019d be better if I could get them to stop booing entirely. It\u2019s\u2026well, I\u2019m not saying I\u2019m gonna give in to racist jerks and peer pressure, but this is really bad for my inn. I might ask the Players of Celum to stop performing Juliet and Romeo<\/em> here and switch to a different play if I can\u2019t find a way to make it more\u2026acceptable for Liscor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am surprised you kept the show on after the first night.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin glared at her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t want to take it off! There\u2019s nothing wrong with Jasi playing Juliet and Wesle playing Romeo! If a Drake can\u2019t marry a Human\u2014that\u2019s the entire point<\/em> of the play! But business is bad. I don\u2019t have a lot of customers, and I need to think about the [Actors].\u201d<\/p>\n That was the thing. Erin had grown used to hard times and less income, but she\u2019d never had to worry about a staff. Much less the Players of Celum themselves. But now she was employing ten regular staff, and she had a business contract with the Players of Celum. They had families to feed, and without a steady flow of coin, they were getting upset. It also wasn\u2019t fun to be booed on stage each night. She sighed and drummed her fingers on the table, counting the Humans in the room.<\/p>\n \u201cThe thing is, I was really counting on getting Liscor on board with the plays. Everyone in Celum has seen all of the shows the Players put on six or more times. Interest is dying out. Either they work here or they move to another Human city. So\u2026the jerks win. Again, unless I can fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n Klbkch nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you have any ideas as to how to solve this dilemma, Miss Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m thinking a trial audience. Maybe change some lines? We\u2019ll do a run through after this play ends. Shouldn\u2019t be long; they\u2019re rushing the lines.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBoo! This play is terrible! We don\u2019t need Humans coming to our city, marrying our<\/em> daughters!\u201d<\/p>\n The angry Drake stood up, fighting off Erin\u2019s Skill enough to raise his voice. Erin swiveled in her chair and frowned at him. He glared at her. Klbkch turned and raised his voice.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are making a scene, sir. I caution you to seat yourself and let the entertainment continue in peace or remove yourself from the inn.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake clenched a fist as he glared at Klbkch. He was clearly drunk and not happy.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t order me about, you damn Ant! You\u2019re just as bad as those Humans! You\u2026bugs and your secret Hive with entrances into the dungeon\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAw, shut up! That\u2019s Senior Guardsman Klbkch, you idiot. I came to shout at Humans, not get into politics!\u201d<\/p>\n To Erin\u2019s surprise, another Drake called out, waving his mug for a refill. The drunk Drake glared at him. He must have been newer to Liscor because he looked at Klbkch and Bird with clear dislike.<\/p>\n \u201cAntinium. Can\u2019t trust \u2018em. I heard Liscor was full of bug lovers, but this? You can\u2019t hide your secrets now! Everyone knows\u2026you\u2019ve got a Hive. Underground.<\/em> Right next to the dungeon.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat is where the Hive has always been, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n Klbkch calmly looked up at the Drake. The drunk waved a claw menacingly. Maybe he was so drunk that Erin\u2019s Skill wasn\u2019t working on him. Erin looked around and saw a Hobgoblin looking over. Rabbiteater made a questioning fist, and she shook her head. Her Hobgoblin bouncers were effective, but whenever they started fights with Drakes, everyone tended to pile in. They\u2019d tried to stop the Drakes throwing rocks outside once, but it had very nearly turned bloody when the Drakes drew daggers and clubs.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Antinium don\u2019t belong in this city! Who\u2019s with me?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake looked around for support, but didn\u2019t get it. He glared at Klbkch.<\/p>\n \u201cSenior Guardsman. Hah. What\u2019re you going to do? Arrest me?\u201d<\/p>\n The Antinium shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cTechnically, I am off-duty. Therefore I would respond to further provocation or physical assault in the time-honored tradition of bodily harm. However, I would caution you not to start an altercation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n There was something universal about belligerent drunks. Klbkch nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. A brawl would be unfortunate for you. Especially if my partner were to join in. As he often does.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPartner?\u201d<\/p>\n The drunk Drake looked around blankly and then spun as a claw landed on his shoulder. He looked up into Relc\u2019s grinning face. Senior Guardsman Relc loomed over the smaller Drake. One large forearm flexed.<\/p>\n \u201cAre we having a bar fight? Awesome! Go on, throw the first punch. I\u2019ll let you have one. No\u2014two! That way Captain Z can\u2019t say I started it. Too bad there\u2019s only like forty people here. Come on, what are you waiting for?\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned toothily down at the smaller Drake. The drunk, who had sobered remarkably quickly, looked at Relc and then at Klbkch. He sat back down silently. Relc drooped.<\/p>\n \u201cAw.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be an idiot, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n Relc turned as Erin saw another Drake approach. Wing Commander Embria glared at her father as her red tail twitched irritably. Relc looked guilty as he edged back. He\u2019d been sitting at a far table with his daughter throughout the play. Erin had left them alone\u2014Embria didn\u2019t seem fond of either Klbkch or her. Now, Embria frowned and poked Relc in the chest as he looked around as if seeking an exit.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re a Senior Guardsman. You have a responsibility to keep the peace, not cause trouble. Is this really what you do on your days off? Pick fights in bars?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t do it all<\/em> the time\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf you were back in the army, you\u2019d be put on latrine duty for a month! Your job is to protect citizens, not waste time and money!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, well, I dug a lot<\/em> of holes back in the army. Let me have my fun! Don\u2019t you like the play?\u201d<\/p>\n Embria glanced over her shoulder at the stage, where the actors were trying not to glare in their direction.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s fine, I suppose. I can see why it\u2019s unpopular, but I don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight, right. It\u2019s fun! We\u2019re having fun. Father and daughter. Let\u2019s sit back down and have food. Calmly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe were doing that until you tried to start a fight.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was just protecting my buddy!\u201d<\/p>\n Embria looked towards Klbkch. Her expression turned icy.<\/p>\n \u201cSenior Guardsman Klbkch can take care of himself. Come on.\u201d<\/p>\n She practically dragged Relc away as he gave Erin and Klbkch an imploring look to save him. Erin just waved. She turned back to Krshia. The Gnoll was licking her plate. She looked up unapologetically as Erin stared.<\/p>\n \u201cI do not believe I have ever seen Relc so inconvenienced, yes? It is quite amusing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHis daughter is not fond of me. I am fairly confident of that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey, you can hang out with me, Klbkch. I\u2019m glad to see you. We don\u2019t talk enough these days. And Krshia, you should come over more. Mrsha likes you.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll smiled as Klbkch inclined his head.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is nice, yes? She is getting bigger. She could stand to run more\u2014she eats well here. But she is healthy. And it seems that Bird is a good companion for her.\u201d<\/p>\n The Antinium had finished his plate and was now throwing the ball for Mrsha to catch. Again, it probably wasn\u2019t appropriate in the middle of a play, but they had space and the [Actors] looked resigned. Erin nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cBird and Mrsha. I\u2019ve got a lot of kids running about.\u201d<\/p>\n She paused as her mouth caught up with her brain. Kids. She glanced at Bird. He was sort of like that, wasn\u2019t he? She knew he wasn\u2019t like Pawn or the others. He wasn\u2019t slow, but he was\u2026well, she understood why Klbkch had been worried about him when Bird had met the Queen. Not for the first time, Erin wondered if Bird being assigned to guard her inn had been so he could protect her or if she could take care of him in some way. She glanced sideways at Klbkch.<\/p>\n \u201cAre Pawn and the others doing okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey are performing to and occasionally above expectations.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t tell me much. Let them visit the inn more often. They\u2019re people, Klbkch. Isn\u2019t that the entire point?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2026have received a request to allocate them weekly breaks. I will consider it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood. Now, I need to get up and be an [Innkeeper]. Check up on people. Give me a few minutes and we\u2019ll brainstorm this play thing. You two want anything?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI could eat some red meat. These flakes are good, but unfilling, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would appreciate a refill of my mug.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOn it! Ishkr, refill and, uh, something red-meaty for Krshia!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin smiled as she flagged Ishkr. That was the nice thing about having employees. She didn\u2019t have to do all the work.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Ceria Springwalker heard Erin call Ishkr\u2019s name and waved, but too late. The Gnoll was already turning. She sighed, raised her empty mug, and tilted it up. A drop of ale fell into her mouth. She looked around, but the other servers weren\u2019t close to her table. With a sigh, she resigned herself to another few minutes of crushing sobriety and leaned into the conversation at her table. She and the other adventurers were sitting together.<\/p>\n The Horns of Hammerad, the Halfseekers, and three members of Gemhammer including their leader, Earlia, were sharing two tables as the play went on in the background. Ceria had given up trying to watch the stage\u2014she\u2019d seen the play already, and the booing got on her nerves.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, so we\u2019re agreed. We\u2019ll team with the Horns while Griffon Hunt works with the Silver Swords on the next expedition. Nothing long-term; just a day or two so we can figure out how good you are at dungeon diving. Sound like a plan?\u201d<\/p>\n Jelaqua was speaking to the group as she leaned over a plate of fried sardines freshly caught out of the water. Behind her, Moore was chewing on a selection of much larger fish that had been put on skewers and stacked up on a platter for him. Seborn sat, quietly picking at his plate of risotto pasta. Across from them, the Horns exchanged glances. Ceria nodded to Jelaqua.<\/p>\n \u201cWorks for me. I appreciate it, Jelaqua, really. I know it\u2019s asking a lot\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEh, your team seems competent. And it\u2019s always nice to have backup. We\u2019ll probably do a lot of untrapping anyways unless we get lucky going in from the main entrance. Plus\u2014you really need it. I can\u2019t believe the Silver Swords are that<\/em> bad at dungeon diving.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNeither can we.\u201d<\/p>\n Yvlon sighed. Pisces looked up as he slurped a noodle up. He patted at his mouth with a napkin.<\/p>\n \u201cI <\/em>can fully believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo can I. I was there.\u201d<\/p>\n Ksmvr nodded firmly. Jelaqua laughed as Ceria rolled her eyes and kicked Pisces gently under the table.<\/p>\n \u201cRight. Well, it\u2019ll be good to change things up, anyways. So long as Halrac and his team can beat some caution into Ylawes\u2019 thick head, you\u2019ll be okay going forwards. They are<\/em> Gold-rank.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow\u2019d they hit that rank without ever doing a dungeon? I can\u2019t imagine it. They must have done purely monster contracts.\u201d<\/p>\n Earlia shook her head as she drained her mug. She rubbed idly at her shoulder where her newly-healed shoulder was still tender. Ceria eyed the woman. Healing potions worked instantly, but the body still needed to recover a bit after injuries. Earlia and her team had been resting since their battle in the dungeon. They\u2019d gravitated towards this table instantly, although they had hardly spoken with either the Halfseekers or the Horns before that. Jelaqua smiled through bloodless lips at Earlia. She didn\u2019t seem to mind the company\u2014she and Earlia were both social types, at odds with grumpy loners like Halrac.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d offer your team the same, but I think that\u2019d push it, Earlia. We can\u2019t babysit other teams all the time\u2014not that I think the Horns will weigh us down. But we are<\/em> working with Griffon Hunt, and they\u2019re damn good. No offense.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNone taken! We\u2019re a dungeon team ourselves\u2014we don\u2019t need to be carried. Plus, we\u2019re chummy with The Pride of Kelia. Nice to work with a dedicated archery team. Once we\u2019re back to full-strength, we\u2019ll challenge the dungeon again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re going straight back down there? After you got ambushed?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria raised both her eyebrows in disbelief. Earlia snorted out some of her ale, laughed, and wiped her face. Pisces looked disgusted. Ksmvr was fascinated.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course! Now we know the layout, we\u2019ll bring the right equipment. Those Rashg\u2014Raskghar bastards got the drop on us, but they don\u2019t have Skills. We can prepare. I\u2019d love to take that asshole with the armor on. Or grab that invisible bow. Bet it\u2019s enchanted with some powerful stuff. I\u2019ll have to fight Nailren for it, though. Eh, he can get the bow if we get the armor.\u201d<\/p>\n She grinned around fearlessly. Ceria felt a twinge of admiration in her chest, even as part of her thought that Earlia was beyond reckless. The leader of Gemhammer belched.<\/p>\n \u201cPlus, we have an edge! That masked woman who ran in\u2014dead gods, I can\u2019t imagine how she\u2019s survived down there. Some kind of crazy adventurer, probably. You hear about nutjobs like that. I\u2019d love to meet her again, though. Hey, maybe she\u2019s hungry. Let\u2019s bring extra supplies if we see her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust watch out. You can never tell with some strangers.\u201d<\/p>\n Jelaqua cautioned Earlia as she glanced around the inn. Ceria saw a few Humans get up and walk for the door to Celum, shaking their heads as the Drakes booing continued. Most of the Gnolls who\u2019d come for the show had gone\u2014it really was a shame. Erin looked stressed as she circulated the room. Earlia grimaced as she tilted her mug up and found it empty.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve gotta say, this inn was more fun a few days ago. Those Drakes do not<\/em> like the play, huh? Big thing about a Drake marrying a Human?\u201d<\/p>\n Jelaqua shrugged.<\/p>\n \u201cSpecies stuff. It\u2019s all about who can bump squishies with who.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hear that! Hey! Anyone got a refill!\u201d<\/p>\n Earlia raised her voice and shouted at one of the passing waiters. On stage, Wesle winced and fumbled with his line. It was Erin herself who came over with a flagon and refilled Earlia\u2019s mug. Ceria desperately raised hers and saw liquid relief pouring into it.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks, Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo prob. Hey, how\u2019s everyone doing? Enjoying your early dinner? Can I get you started on a second course?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUh, not us, Erin. We\u2019re going into the city in just a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n Jelaqua looked guilty and coughed, although Ceria was sure that no Selphid had ever had to worry about sore throats. Erin looked shocked.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? But we\u2019ve got food here! And we\u2019re doing a, uh, rethink of the plays in a bit. I\u2019d love your opinion!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah\u2026about that. We\u2019re meeting Halrac and the others for a real sit-down planning sort of thing. Figure out how to deal with more of those monster silos if we come across them. We fixed the Shield Spider nest, but we want to be ready. We\u2019ve got the Watch Captain and that Olesm guy joining us. The city\u2019s taking it seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOlesm? But why don\u2019t you have your meeting here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUh\u2014the thing is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Jelaqua glanced at her teammates. It was Seborn who pushed back his mostly empty plate and spoke in his echoing voice.<\/p>\n \u201cThe ambiance here is terrible, Erin. No one wants to eat here right now.<\/strong>\u201d<\/p>\n The adventurers winced as Erin\u2019s face fell.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m trying to fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe know. But we can\u2019t think in here. We\u2019ll be back tomorrow.<\/strong>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, we\u2019ll, uh, probably be at it all night. Ahem. I think that\u2019s our cue. Moore, you\u2019ve gotten enough fish in you?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Giant nodded as he wiped his fingers delicately on a handkerchief.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was quite delicious, Miss Erin. Our apologies. We\u2019ll be back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah\u2026okay.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked despondent as the Halfseekers made their way out of the inn. She looked around and sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, let\u2019s do this. Hey Ceria, you going to go too?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re not busy.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria smiled at Erin and saw the [Innkeeper] brighten a little. She and the others turned as Erin strode towards the stage at the back of the room. Erin waved her hands, and Wesle broke off with a vial of poison in his hands on stage. The young Human woman turned and raised her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright! You jerks win! Anyone who\u2019s mad about the play come closer and pull up a seat! We\u2019ll try to make it better<\/em> if you all agree to stop coming here and causing trouble!\u201d<\/p>\n She glared as the Drakes in the back cheered. Ceria glanced at Pisces, who had moved over to scavenge the food the Halfseekers had left.<\/p>\n \u201cLooks like Erin\u2019s giving in. You want to watch?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAt the demise of art to satisfy the demands of the plebian masses? I should be so lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces sneered. Ceria rolled her eyes and got up with Yvlon and Ksmvr. She walked forwards as Erin called the Players of Celum on stage. It wasn\u2019t exactly what Ceria would have called an enjoyable activity, but she was participating for one important reason. Erin had told her drinks and food would be on the house for anyone who helped her brainstorm the play. From the way Earlia was drinking, she\u2019d been told the same thing.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cAlright, so why do you hate the play?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo Drakes marrying Human fleshbags!\u201d<\/p>\n A cheer went up from the Drakes sitting in the front row. Erin glared and turned to the Players of Celum. Emme, the stage director and only half-Dwarf in the group, didn\u2019t rise to the bait.<\/p>\n \u201cWe know you don\u2019t like the pairing. But besides<\/em> that. Is there anything we can do? Can we change the dialogue, maybe?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy doesn\u2019t she marry a Drake instead? Give us a Drake Romeo and a Drake Juliet! We don\u2019t want to see some Human kissing one of ours! Look at him! He\u2019s not even that attractive as a Human!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n Wesle looked hurt. The Drakes in front laughed. Emme sighed and raised her ink-covered quill.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease, please! We\u2019re trying to make an effort to make this play better for everyone to enjoy, but attacking our [Actors] isn\u2019t helping. Romeo and Juliet is about<\/em> two species coming together. That\u2019s the point of the play.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, maybe the play stinks. Did you think about that?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin watched Emme\u2019s bushy eyebrows twitch slightly. The half-Dwarf stared at the Drake heckler. Erin prayed she wouldn\u2019t start a fight.<\/p>\n The brainstorming session or, rather, negotiations to alter the play weren\u2019t going well. Erin stared around at the [Actors]. The Humans from Celum were not happy after so many days of bad performances. They stood or sat behind Emme, arms folded, glaring daggers at the Drakes who were drunk on cheerful belligerence\u2026or just drunk and belligerent.<\/p>\n \u201cThey don\u2019t even seem as angry as they did a while ago. They\u2019re just being annoying right now.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin whispered to Jasi. The Drake grimaced as she cleaned some of the makeup off her scales.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s because we\u2019re humoring them, Erin. But I\u2019ve heard about Drakes and stubbornness. They won\u2019t budge unless we really do change the cast. I could step aside and have a Human play my role, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not the point!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. But we do have to work this out. You might want to get some of your Goblins to be ready, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIn case the Drakes start a fight? I\u2019ve got that covered.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, in case Emme tries to kill them.\u201d<\/p>\n Jasi nodded towards the beet-red Emme. Erin eyed the short woman and nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll let them know.\u201d<\/p>\n She slid past Jasi and hurried down the common room. As she went, Erin saw something whiz at her head and ducked<\/em>. She heard clicking claws and saw Mrsha scamper past. The Gnoll leapt<\/em> and caught the ball with her mouth. Bird waved at Erin as she stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cHello Miss Erin. We are playing catch.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked back and ducked again as Mrsha threw the ball at Bird. The mostly empty common room was long and large thanks to her [Grand Theatre] Skill. It seemed that Mrsha had decided it was the prime place to play a game of catch in. Worse, Krshia, Ishkr, and the other Gnolls looked interested in playing too. Erin opened her mouth, remembered what Krshia had said about exercise, and closed it.<\/p>\n \u201cJust don\u2019t hit anyone, Bird. And clear off the tables! I don\u2019t want Mrsha getting hurt!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll do it.\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette breezed past Erin and grabbed a few empty tankards. Mrsha leapt onto a table. Erin eyed her, but Lyonette just touched Mrsha on the nose and complimented her on her catching Skills. It seemed like she wasn\u2019t worried about Mrsha getting hurt. After all, the worst she could do was crash into something. In a world with monsters, Erin supposed that a few bumps and scrapes weren\u2019t that bad. She had to admit, leaping onto tables and running about the common room looked fun. Maybe she\u2019d join in.<\/p>\n After they fixed the play. Reminded of her task, Erin looked around and found her quarry. Headscratcher was sitting at a table with an empty plate, staring at the front of the room. He was alone\u2014Erin had spotted Badarrow lounging next to one of the windows with Shorthilt, and she assumed Rabbiteater was still in the outhouse. He\u2019d eaten something that hadn\u2019t agreed with him. And Numbtongue was probably in the basement, playing on the guitar in secret. She wandered over to Headscratcher.<\/p>\n \u201cHi Headscratcher, are you doing okay?\u201d<\/p>\n She saw the Goblin\u2019s head turn. Headscratcher\u2019s green skin reflected the fireplace\u2019s light dully. His pointed ears and slightly angular head made him clearly non-Human. But his body was close to Human. And his eyes. Erin paused as she stared into the glowing red eyes. They turned to her. They were full of tears.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n On a day like any other, Headscratcher wondered if his heart would break again. He wondered if he would die. It was a common thought for a Goblin to have. But it hurt more with each passing day, or so it seemed.<\/p>\n He had lost Grunter. Lost Bugear and Orangepoo and Leftstep and all the others. Sometimes it hurt too much to bear. Sometimes the hurt became fury. In moments like those, Headscratcher raged, and it was all the other four Hobgoblins could do to keep him from going insane. In battle, Headscratcher was the first to charge in. He\u2019d lost the discipline that Garen Redfang had beaten into him. His heart became fire, and he raged. He was a [Warrior], but he felt like a monster at moments like those. That was fine. Better a monster than a weakling. He had lost enough friends.<\/p>\n It was harder being here. In this inn. Some days, the quiet moments, the minutes where he sat with full belly at a table with nothing in the world to bother him\u2014some days those were the worst. Because Headscratcher knew such days couldn\u2019t last. Or if they could, it would be at the expense of others. He felt it. Somewhere his tribe, his friends, his people bled. While he was happy.<\/p>\n So he wept. Rage and grief were two sides of the same coin. Especially on today. It was like any other day. But he might lose two of his remaining companions. Or both. Or he might die himself.<\/p>\n But it was what had to be. What made it hard, what made everything worse was her. Erin Solstice.<\/p>\n \u201cHeadscratcher? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n He\u2019d thought he could slip away. But she had come over to him at the worst moment. It was his fault really. He\u2019d been staring at the stage. All the Humans were arguing with the others over there now. But Headscratcher had been watching the play, watching the Human known as Wesle stride about, dressed in bright colors, shouting his lines as the lights focused on him. He had been jealous. Jealous of the Humans who could shine like that. In a way, Headscratcher never could.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you alright? Are you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin peered at Headscratcher, worried. He realized he was leaking tears and brushed them away. Tears. Such a silly thing. Such a weak<\/em> thing! Only Goblin children cried, and only the young ones. He was getting soft. Headscratcher rose and raised his hands. He concentrated, struggled with a word.<\/p>\n \u201cGood. Is\u2026good. I good.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood? You were crying! What\u2019s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Was it a fight? Did Badarrow hurt your feelings? Or is it something\u2026bad?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin advanced. Headscratcher backed away, shaking his head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. No. I good. Good.\u201d<\/p>\n He wished he could speak like Numbtongue. But his words were guttural, and he struggled to make them come out. Erin hesitated. Headscratcher turned his head. She was here at a bad time. But it was too late. He heard footsteps and saw Rabbiteater come down the stairs with something in his arms. The Hobgoblin paused as he saw Headscratcher and Erin below. The Human\u2019s head turned.<\/p>\n \u201cRabbiteater? Weren\u2019t you outside?\u201d<\/p>\n Oops. The secret was out. Headscratcher groaned and saw Badarrow and Shorthilt moving away from the window. At the same time, the trap door to the basement opened and Numbtongue poked his head out. He tsked<\/em> when he saw Erin. Bewildered, the [Innkeeper] stared at the Goblins as they clustered around Rabbiteater.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat the\u2014hey, what\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed at what Rabbiteater was carrying. The Goblin jumped and turned away. The five Hobs shuffled towards the door. She followed them.<\/p>\n \u201cHeadscratcher? What are you doing? Rabbiteater? What\u2019s that? I need your help.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLater. We go. You wait. We come back soon.\u201d<\/p>\n Numbtongue turned his head. He glared at Erin. She raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n \u201cReally? I don\u2019t think so. Turn around and show me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Too late. Headscratcher reached the door. He opened it. The Hobs rushed outside. It was Badarrow and Rabbiteater who took the lead. They carried death, were perhaps minutes from it. But they didn\u2019t hesitate. Headscratcher ran after them. Death on a day like any other day. It was the Human that made it harder. She made them want to live. And she chased them, that strange Human who made his heart hurt so.<\/p>\n \u201cWait!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Erin ran out of the inn after them. She was ready to be drenched, but found only wet, muddy grass and damp air outside. She looked up. The rain had stopped! Only for a moment, though. Erin spied the clouds already gathering over the brief open spot in the sky.<\/p>\n \u201cWow. It\u2019s nearly a full moon. Full moons<\/em>, rather. Pretty.\u201d<\/p>\n Two moons hung in the sky, one pale blue, the other yellowish-green. Erin had hardly looked up at the sky of late. The moons glowed, almost completely full. Then a shadow passed over them. Rain fell, striking Erin in the eye, and she remembered why she didn\u2019t look up. Cursing, she looked around as the downpour resumed. Where\u2014<\/p>\n There. <\/em>The Goblins were standing in a circle. Erin stumbled towards them, cursing as the rain began to soak her. If this was some kind of prank, she\u2019d\u2014<\/p>\n But it wasn\u2019t. She saw Rabbiteater fumbling with what he held in his arms. He handed something to Badarrow and then shifted the bundle. She saw him grab Headscratcher\u2019s shoulder and the other Hob do the same. Shorthilt slapped Rabbiteater on the back. Badarrow struck his other shoulder. Erin blinked as Numbtongue extended a fist and Rabbiteater bumped it hard.<\/p>\n The Hobs were grinning. They pounded Rabbiteater\u2019s shoulders, speaking words in Goblin that she couldn\u2019t understand. But the meaning was clear. Rabbiteater smiled at them, showing his teeth. He looked at Erin as she approached. All the Goblins did. For a moment, Rabbiteater faltered. His smile slipped, and Erin saw fear in his eyes.<\/p>\n Fear? She looked at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n Then she saw what he held. A bundle of white cloth wrapped with golden rope. Only, that hadn\u2019t been safe enough, so it had been wrapped in a blanket so that none of the cloth could touch Rabbiteater\u2019s skin. The adventurers had been very clear about that. She recognized it at once.<\/p>\n \u201cIs that the artifact from the dungeon?\u201d<\/p>\n The Redfang Warriors looked at her. Erin stared. Yes, it was. The bundle of white cloth, one of the three artifacts that had been taken from the dungeon, lay in Rabbiteater\u2019s arms. And as she looked at Badarrow, she saw the bell in his. A terrible premonition stole over Erin. She pointed at the bundle.<\/p>\n \u201cWait. You don\u2019t know what those do. Falene and Pisces said they couldn\u2019t figure it out. It\u2019s dangerous<\/em> to use that. Or even touch it!\u201d<\/p>\n Rabbiteater nodded. He backed away from Erin as she advanced. The other Hobgoblins stepped back. They looked at him. Shorthilt gave Rabbiteater a thumbs up. Headscratcher said something in his language. Rabbiteater grinned at them.<\/p>\n \u201cHold on\u2014hold on\u2014<\/em>don\u2019t! Don\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Erin ran forwards, realizing what Rabbiteater was going to do. Green hands caught her. Headscratcher and Shorthilt dragged Erin back.<\/p>\n \u201cRabbiteater! Don\u2019t!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Too late. Rabbiteater walked down the hill, to the water\u2019s edge. Rain fell as he slowly lifted the white cloth up. His hands shook as he pulled at the golden rope. It fell as Rabbiteater slowly lifted the bundle. He touched it, and Erin gasped.<\/p>\n The white cloth unfolded in a single flap<\/em>, turning into a cloak of pure white fabric. Erin and all the Goblins stared. Rabbiteater looked at the pure fabric and turned it in his hands. He turned and grinned, waving the cloak. Then he turned it. He undid the neck clasp, and Erin shouted.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t put it on! I\u2019ll pay for an [Enchanter]! Wait! Wait!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n But it was too late. The Goblins couldn\u2019t wait. They didn\u2019t want to wait. Rabbiteater looked around, at the rain, the city of Liscor, and then back at Erin\u2019s inn and Erin herself. He waved at her and gave her a big smile. Then he lifted the cloak. Rabbiteater looked around and took a deep breath. He unfurled the white cloth and, in one movement, wrapped it around his shoulders.<\/p>\n The white fabric billowed as it swept around Rabbiteater. He froze as it touched his skin. The clasp snapped together around his neck, and Erin froze. She saw Rabbiteater turn. The Redfang Warriors tensed. And then Rabbiteater cried out. He screamed and fell to the ground, writhing, clawing at his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cRabbiteater!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin felt Headscratcher\u2019s hands leave her. The Hob ran forwards, crying out. He and the others were at Rabbiteater\u2019s side as the Hob rolled about, shrieking in agony. Erin caught up to them as Headscratcher turned Rabbiteater over. He had a healing potion in his hands. He wrenched the cork out, lifted the bottle. Rabbiteater jerked and then sat up. He grabbed the bottle before it could be poured over his head and grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cGot! Got! Scared! Ha!\u201d<\/p>\n He sprang to his feet. Erin stopped, jaw agape. The other Redfang Warriors stared at Rabbiteater. He swirled the cloak and laughed. He touched his chest, his eyes, patted his skin, and grinned.<\/p>\n Just kidding!<\/em> He waved his hands at the others, grinning. Headscratcher, Badarrow, Numbtongue, and Shorthilt stared at him. They laughed shakily. Then they began kicking the snot out of him.<\/p>\n Erin winced as the other four Redfang Warriors began kicking and punching Rabbiteater for his bad taste in jokes. They weren\u2019t light blows either; Rabbiteater shouted as his fellows beat him. If the cloak was magical, it didn\u2019t protect against bruises. In fact, it didn\u2019t seem useful at all! The other incensed Goblins kicked Rabbiteater until he rolled over.<\/p>\n Right into the water. Instantly, Erin saw the cloak change. The other Hobs leapt back, cursing, as the white fabric turned transparent. Rabbiteater didn\u2019t notice at first. He got up, shielding his face and groin, uttering what sounded like pleas to stop. Then he noticed what had happened. He jumped and turned.<\/p>\n The cloak swirled around him. The pure white fabric had turned into\u2014into water.<\/em> Erin gaped as it swished<\/em> gently. It looked as though part of a river was swirling around Rabbiteater! He turned, and the water rippled as though it were fabric around him. Slowly, the Hob touched the cloak, and his hands entered the water. He yanked them out, and water droplets dripped from his claws. He looked up. The other Hobs stared.<\/p>\n \u201cSafe?\u201d<\/p>\n Numbtongue demanded instantly. Rabbiteater felt the cloak, took it off his neck, put it back on, felt his body, and nodded. Instantly, the other Hobs clustered around it. They exclaimed as they felt the cloak.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat on earth is it? Is it water? It\u2019s\u2014oh wow!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin gasped as her hand sank into<\/em> the cloak of water. She pushed her hand in, and it went in several inches, until it was nearly up to her elbow! Only then did her hand appear out of the other side and poke Rabbiteater\u2019s side. He jumped.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s all water! It\u2019s a water cloak! A liquid cloak? That\u2019s so cool! And maybe useless! Is it heavy? Can you move with it on?\u201d<\/p>\n Rabbiteater shrugged. He leapt up\u2014surprisingly high!\u2014and then ran about. The cloak billowed behind him, not impeding his movement in any way. The Hobs murmured. Then Shorthilt reached for his side. He pulled out a sword. Instantly, Erin and Rabbiteater backed up.<\/p>\n \u201cHold on. What are you going to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Rabbiteater yelped<\/em> as Shorthilt thrust the sword at his stomach. Reflexively, he blocked with the cloak. Shorthilt\u2019s blade went through<\/em> the cloak, slowing as the water rushed through it. The Hob grunted and slashed\u2014the blade sprayed through the water. Slowly. It was hard for Shorthilt to move his sword, just as if it were underwater! He jabbed, and Rabbiteater backed up, shouting what sounded like Goblin obscenities.<\/p>\n The water cloak didn\u2019t block Shorthilt\u2019s sword. It was literally just water, so the blade could go through. However, the thick liquid impeded the sword, and when Shorthilt kicked<\/em>, his foot splashed into the cloak, spraying water everywhere. Not that it mattered in the rain. Erin whistled.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s so amazing! I mean, it didn\u2019t stop the blade\u2014Shorthilt, don\u2019t stab Rabbiteater! There\u2019s blood! Bl\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The cloak changed color as Shorthilt\u2019s blade produced a red rivulet from a cut on Rabbiteater\u2019s arm. The Hob stopped cursing his friend and stared in alarm. Suddenly, the cloak was blood red and dark.<\/em> Erin gulped as a curtain of blood swirled around Rabbiteater.<\/p>\n \u201cOh man. Wait a second. Is that\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n Rabbiteater blinked. He dipped a finger into the red liquid swirling around him and pulled it out. Red dripped down his finger. He licked it, smacked his lips, and nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cBlood.\u201d<\/p>\n The other Goblins stared. They patted the cloak, exclaiming as they pulled out bloody hands. Erin backed away. The blood cloak swirled around Rabbiteater as he inspected it. The rain glanced off the blood. But when Rabbiteater cupped just a bit of water in his hand and poured it on the cloak, the blood-red color changed to translucent. Erin clapped her hands together.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s a liquid cloak! I mean, the cloak is liquid! It changes depending on what you pour on it!\u201d<\/p>\n The other Hobs had already come to the same conclusion. They grabbed Rabbiteater and, ignoring his protests, opened one of his cuts. It took more than a few drops, but once the blood had pooled, the cloak changed color again! Headscratcher poured water on the cloak, grunted as nothing happened, and then dipped the blood-red hem of the cloak in the water. Instantly, it changed back. The Hobs shouted in excitement and laughed as Rabbiteater lifted the watery cloak over his head. Erin smiled wildly until she realized one of the Hobs wasn\u2019t laughing.<\/p>\n Badarrow whistled sharply, making every head turn towards him. He was standing twenty paces away from the others, at the edge of the water. He held the bell made of bronze and blue metal in his hands. He looked at the others, and Erin saw the mirth drain from them. They looked at Badarrow, and she realized what he was going to do.<\/p>\n \u201cHold on\u2014hold on. You got lucky one time. But this is way too risky! Don\u2019t ring the bell! Headscratcher, stop him!\u201d<\/p>\n The other Hobs looked at Erin and shook their heads. She looked helplessly at Headscratcher. He stared at Badarrow. The Hob grimaced as he held the bell up. He looked at the others and nodded once. Then he rang the bell.<\/p>\n A hollow tone rang out from the bell. It was not the sound the bell should have made. It was a deep, vast sound, and it hurt<\/em> Erin to hear. Her eyes filled with tears, and her head rang. She fell to her knees, crying out. She felt the world spin and threw up. The pain lasted as long as the bell\u2019s chime did. When it finished, Erin felt the world return to normal. She stood up. The other Redfang Warriors were on their knees. Rabbiteater had thrown up onto<\/em> his cloak, and it had changed into a horrible color. Erin stared around and then saw a motionless form.<\/p>\n \u201cBadarrow!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n This time, there was no act. Badarrow lay on the ground, one hand gripping the clapper of the bell. He was bleeding. His nose and ears both bled red as he writhed on the ground. His crimson eyes, when he opened them, were bleeding too.<\/p>\n \u201cHealing potion! Now!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin snapped at Headscratcher. The Hob yanked the cork out and poured liquid into Badarrow\u2019s mouth before applying it to his bloody extremities. Badarrow jerked and then sat up. The Hobs clustered around him, pressing him down as he tried to get up. Shorthilt reached for the bell, but Badarrow wouldn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n \u201cBad. Bad.<\/em> Not ring!\u201d<\/p>\n Numbtongue exhorted the others. He pointed at Badarrow\u2019s hand, and Erin saw how the Hob was holding it. He\u2019d carefully rung the bell once, rather than hold it upright and let it ring multiple times. She shuddered, imagining what might have happened if he had.<\/p>\n At last, Badarrow was able to move. He sat up, shaking blood from his face. When he looked at Erin, it was grimly. He lifted the bell, and the others immediately helped him clog the bell\u2019s mouth with dirt and grass. Erin looked at the Redfang Warriors as they patted Badarrow, ignoring him slapping their hands away.<\/p>\n \u201cYou guys are insane. You know that?\u201d<\/p>\n They looked at her and grinned sheepishly. Even Badarrow smiled. Rabbiteater swirled his vomit cloak around him, shaking it until Shorthilt kicked him and pointed to the water\u2019s edge. The Redfang Goblins stood together after that, slapping each other\u2019s shoulders. Smiling.<\/p>\n Insane. Completely crazy. Erin had to go up to the inn first to reassure Lyonette and the others who\u2019d come out that nothing bad had happened. She turned back and saw the Goblins standing together in the rain. Now, Headscratcher\u2019s tears made sense. He\u2019d known what they were going to do. And it made sense in a twisted way to Erin. You could totally test a cursed object.<\/p>\n \u201cBut still. Like that?\u201d<\/p>\n She stared at the Redfang Warriors. They\u2019d risked their lives just to check. Even though Falene and Pisces had been fairly certain two of the objects weren\u2019t cursed, they hadn\u2019t been sure. No adventurer would have dared to try on the cloak or ring the bell. But the Goblins had. It spoke to her about their priorities. She might have said that the Goblins valued their lives less.<\/p>\n But that wasn\u2019t it. Headscratcher was gripping Badarrow\u2019s shoulder so hard that Erin knew he was bruising the other Goblin. Badarrow was letting him do it. Headscratcher\u2019s face shone with relief. He cared. They cared. It was just that they\u2019d risked their lives. For each other. She remembered them fighting the Eater Goats, returning from the dungeon.<\/p>\n \u201cYou idiots. Come inside!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin raised her voice. The Goblins turned. Obediently, they trudged up the hill, still gripping each other\u2019s shoulders. Laughing. Like the best of friends. Like brothers. Perhaps they were. Erin didn\u2019t know. She stared at Headscratcher as he stopped at the door. He looked at her, and then down.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be sorry. Just don\u2019t risk your life. Idiot!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n The Redfang Warriors\u2019 smiles faded. Erin wiped at her own eyes. Then she flung her arms around Headscratcher and hugged him.<\/p>\n He froze. Headscratcher looked down. He felt Erin\u2019s warm arms on his skin. Wet rain falling from above. He felt her touch. A Human hugged a Goblin in the rain. And the Goblin wept again. Erin laughed when she saw Headscratcher wiping tears from his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cYou big softie.\u201d<\/p>\n The other Redfang warriors laughed. They punched Headscratcher\u2019s shoulders and then froze as Erin hugged them. Each one went as stiff as a board in surprise. It wasn\u2019t just the intimacy of the hug. Erin wondered if a Human had ever touched them before. If anyone had in a way that wasn\u2019t meant to harm. Probably not. So she did and then pointed.<\/p>\n \u201cCome on. We\u2019ll get dry inside.\u201d<\/p>\n The Goblins followed Erin into the inn. They would have followed her anywhere. It wasn\u2019t that she\u2019d done anything in that moment. She hadn\u2019t helped them identify the objects. She hadn\u2019t changed destiny for them. They\u2019d risked their lives, gambled, and gotten away lucky. All by themselves. Erin hadn\u2019t helped with any of that.<\/p>\n But she had hugged them afterwards. She had cared. That was what mattered.<\/p>\n Erin led the way into the inn and stopped when she saw the commotion at the back of the room. Emme was on stage, being physically restrained by several of the stronger [Actors] from leaping on the jeering Drakes. The mood was ugly, and Relc was excitedly looking around and making fists.<\/p>\n Erin stared at the set as the Players of Celum shouted at the angry Drakes from Liscor and the Drakes hurled things at the Humans and one Drake on stage. She stared at Emme, the lone half-Dwarf. Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m such an idiot.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She strode forwards, waving her arms.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! I figured it out! Hey!\u201d<\/p>\n The Redfang Goblins watched Erin turn, felt the room go quiet. It revolved around her as she smiled and made the arguing Humans and Drakes go still. Then she turned and beckoned.<\/p>\n \u201cCome on! Take a seat and get a towel, you lot!\u201d<\/p>\n The Goblins looked at each other. Then they sat and watched. It was warm, and soon, Erin had a mug in front of them. It was peaceful again. The Goblins watched, the cloak swirling around Rabbiteater\u2019s shoulders and the bell held firmly in Badarrow\u2019s hands as Erin strode up and down. It was a day like any other. And they weren\u2019t dead. A good day, in short. They sat and watched.<\/p>\n A wonderful day.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n By the time Erin had everything in order, it was dark outside. The moons hung overhead, their glow hidden by the rainclouds. She stared up at the stage.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, how does it look? Audience?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drakes and Humans stared up at the stage and muttered amongst themselves. Over half the Players of Celum were sitting rather than standing on stage. And there were a lot less Drakes on the floor. That was because a large number of them were on stage. As [Actors].<\/p>\n \u201cThe Capulets are now an all-Drake family. Which makes sense! Whereas the Montagues are Human. How does that look? Is everyone happy?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin turned and smiled at the others. Seeing the Redfang Goblins together had made it obvious. It should have been obvious before. Of course the Drakes wouldn\u2019t be happy to see only one Drake on stage! It was token representation at best. She folded her arms triumphantly as the Drakes in the crowd deliberated. Then one of them looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cWe still don\u2019t like it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake who\u2019d spoken shrugged. He was a burly Drake with orange scales, although he wasn\u2019t quite as muscly as Relc.<\/p>\n \u201cWe still don\u2019t like it. Why does a Human have to marry a Drake?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut that\u2019s the point! It\u2019s about love! Forbidden love! Romance! Are you telling me a Drake can\u2019t marry a Human?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drakes grumbled.<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s just that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLook at her! She\u2019s the same age as my daughter. I\u2019d never let a stinking Human put his claws on my kin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDamn Humans. Coming into our city, marrying our<\/em> women.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at the Drakes who\u2019d spoken. Her eyes passed over the complaining Drakes. Who were mainly male. She thought about Ilvriss. Who was again, male, unless she was very much mistaken. She thought about Embria and Zevara, both of whom hadn\u2019t objected nearly as much. Slowly, Erin turned her head.<\/p>\n \u201cChange!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The actors on stage stared at her, confused. Erin pointed.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Montagues are now Drake! The Capulets are Human! Jasi, sorry. You\u2019re not Juliet. Neither is Wesle.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo! Get me a male lead for Romeo. You don\u2019t have to act. Anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOoh, me, me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Relc scrambled on stage and practically shoved aside everyone. He stood and waved down at Embria, grinning like a kid. Erin sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cNow, a female Juliet. Human. Anyone? Lyonette! Can you stand up there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe?<\/em> I\u2019m not an [Actor]!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo one\u2019s acting! Just stand up there, please? Across from Relc?\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette hesitantly climbed onto the stage. The audience of Drakes and Humans stared up. Krshia scarfed down a fried sausage at the back with Mrsha.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, now how about it? We have Romeo\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Relc waved, grinning.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014And Juliet.\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette hesitantly raised a hand. Erin stared at the Drakes. The male Drakes. They looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026if it\u2019s like that, it doesn\u2019t look so bad, does it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe wants to marry a Human, why not? She\u2019s pretty enough. In a fleshy way.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI like it. When is the play going to start?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRelc\u2019s far too ugly to be up there. Let me play this Romeo fellow! And give him a proper Drake name! Romeoss, perhaps!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019ll play him!\u201d<\/p>\n The Drakes began arguing, and Relc started kicking off the ones trying to climb onto the stage. Erin stared at them. She saw Embria cover her eyes and heard Jasi groan. The pieces fell into place. Erin grabbed a mug and hurled it at one of the Drakes.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s sexist!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Across the inn, Klbkch turned to Krshia. The two had finished six plates of snacks together. The Antinium tilted his head.<\/p>\n \u201cIt appears the entire objection was not so much of species inclusion, but of sexual dynamics. Is that your understanding, Miss Krshia?\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll shrugged and sniffed the air.<\/p>\n \u201cMm. It is tied together, yes? One cannot have Humans marching into Liscor and marrying young Drakes. However, it is far more acceptable for an older Drake to marry a Human. Silly thing. It reminds me much of how some Gnoll tribes squabble. Is that a fish pie I smell?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs it? I would enjoy a piece.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI too. Ishkr!\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia waved. Ishkr sighed and came over. Krshia and Klbkch watched Erin punch several Drakes as the furor slowly died down. Krshia\u2019s paw stroked Mrsha\u2019s head as the Gnoll curled up on her lap.<\/p>\n \u201cI am relieved that Erin has reached a solution of sorts, regardless of the issue.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHrr. Yes. I was wondering how long it would take her to realize the problem. Now perhaps it is time to bring up the second issue.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSecond issue?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes! When will Gnolls have a place on stage? I have many pestering me to introduce them to Erin. Her little theatre must expand, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia grinned at Klbkch. He nodded thoughtfully.<\/p>\n \u201cI see your point. Indeed, that would probably solve the issue nicely. You should bring the issue up with Miss Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n He and Krshia turned to look back at the stage. Erin was chasing Drakes off with a chair while the Players of Celum sat at their tables and stuffed themselves in irritation. Mrsha\u2019s ears perked up at the crash<\/em> of Erin hurling pottery at the Drakes running for the door.<\/p>\n \u201cPerhaps tomorrow, hrm?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat would be wise.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Four hours later, The Wandering Inn was empty. The staff had gone home, the adventurers were asleep upstairs save for the Halfseekers who hadn\u2019t yet returned, and the Players of Celum had left. They would return tomorrow to begin a round of auditions for anyone who wanted to act in Liscor. Erin had high hopes for that, although she was so annoyed at how everything had turned out that it had taken her the last forty minutes of tossing and turning before she could fall asleep.<\/p>\n But at last, she was slumbering. The inn was quiet. Bird sat up in his watchtower, humming a song. In the basement, Numbtongue played on the guitar. The rain fell on the rooftop, a dull roar. Background noise.<\/p>\n Liscor was asleep as well. Rain turned the stone battlements dark and made the footing slippery. The City Watch patrolled the walls, the unlucky Gnolls and Drakes on duty yawning, occasionally stopping to relight a lantern that had gone out. One of the Gnolls on duty paused by the corner of the eastern wall and sniffed the air. He glanced around, confused. Then he sniffed again and peered over the edge of the wall.<\/p>\n A pair of clawed hands dragged the Gnoll over the edge. His cries were lost in the rain. After a moment, a dark shape swung itself over the edge of the walls. It was wearing the Gnoll\u2019s armor, but the pieces were too small. The shape continued along, imitating the guardsman\u2019s walk until it met a tired Drake patrolling his section of the wall.<\/p>\n \u201cThat you, Mersh?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake frowned sleepily at the figure in front of him. His tired brain processed the wet, furry shape and concluded something was wrong. The [Guardsman] frowned and tried to figure out what was wrong. Something about the size. Was Mersh always that small? Then he saw the figure straighten. It had been hunched. Now it rose, and two glowing eyes stared at him. The Drake saw a mouth open, and large canine teeth bared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cAla\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Raskghar stepped forward and brought Mersh\u2019s axe down on the Drake\u2019s head. The guardsman crumpled without a sound. The Raskghar sniffed, glanced around, and growled quietly. More Raskghar swung over the walls. These ancient, primitive offshoots of the Gnoll species were huge, and they were armed with stone weapons and crude hide armor. They quickly discarded their weapons in favor of the guardsman\u2019s steel.<\/p>\n Slowly, keeping to the shadows, they pretended to patrol across the walls. They moved fast. The Gnolls who caught their scent on the air were grabbed and subdued in an instant, their limp bodies being carefully lowered off the walls. The Drakes died even quicker to tooth and claw and blade.<\/p>\n The Raskghar did not linger overlong on the walls, however. They swarmed down the eastern ramparts and into the city. The streets were practically empty at night. The Raskghar stole along, loping through the shadows, their eyes gleaming. They paused to inspect the signs, the closed doors, and sniffed the air. They growled at each other, making complex gestures before splitting up into teams.<\/p>\n The first group of Raskghar headed down the main street, garbed in the armor of the City Watch. The Drakes and Gnolls out on the streets vanished one by one as the Raskghar advanced. More disappeared into apartments and came out with limp bodies or with blood on their muzzles. They might have cleared block after block in this fashion but for the patrol that came marching down the street.<\/p>\n Wing Commander Embria frowned as she saw the odd patrol of Gnolls marching towards her. She glanced at the other [Soldiers] following her.<\/p>\n \u201cCaptain Vash. Is this the source of your [Dangersense]?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd the smell, Wing Commander.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll [Captain] tugged at the brim of his metal helmet. He stared hard at the patrol coming their way. The Gnolls were very large. Embria raised her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cYou there! Guardsmen! Halt!\u201d<\/p>\n The patrol stopped. Embria stared at them for one second and then turned her head.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re not giving a countersignal. Raise the alarm!\u201d<\/p>\n Instantly, one of the [Soldiers] raised a horn and blew it. The Raskghar snarled as they straightened. Embria swore.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are those?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRaskghar!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Vash howled in fury as the Raskghar loped towards them. Embria charged past him, her spear blurring as she stabbed repeatedly at the first Raskghar. The beast blocked the lightning-fast strikes with a buckler, snarling, as the other Raskghar spread out. Vash raised his head and howled, adding his voice to the horns already blowing through the air.<\/p>\n The Gnoll\u2019s panicked call spread throughout the city. It woke Gnolls from their sleep with the urgency instilled in them from childhood. In her bed, Krshia\u2019s dreams were shattered and she leapt out of it, grabbing for the shortbow she kept under her bed. In seconds, she had the bow and her hunting knife and was listening to the howls. Her teeth bared as she listened. She raced out of her apartment naked and howled into the rain. More howls answered her. Krshia turned her head and ran towards the howls.<\/p>\n She was halfway down the street when she heard the signal howl again. Only this time, something was off. Krshia sniffed the air and spun. She heard the howl, a perfect replica of a Gnoll\u2019s voice, but it came from a hulking shape striding towards her. Krshia didn\u2019t need to smell to know what it was.<\/p>\n A Raskghar. Krshia\u2019s hackles went up, and she drew her bow and loosed an arrow in one moment.<\/p>\n \u201c[Rapid Shot]!\u201d<\/p>\n She watched the arrow flash across the street towards the Raskghar. It raised a shield and caught the arrow. Krshia\u2019s eyes widened. So quick! The Raskghar snarled and advanced. Krshia backpedaled, drawing another arrow and loosing it with long-honed reflexes. Again, the Raskghar predicted where the arrow was heading and stopped it before it could strike his left leg. It stared at her. Not it\u2014Krshia smelled the Raskghar\u2019s gender. She<\/em>. A young she, in the prime of her life.<\/p>\n The Raskghar waited until Krshia grabbed for another arrow and then charged. It was quick! Krshia dropped the arrow and grabbed her knife. She slashed\u2014the Raskghar leapt and caught her arm, bearing her to the ground.<\/p>\n On the street, it was muscle and reflexive action. No time to think. Krshia tried to stab, but the Raskghar was too strong. So she tried to bite\u2014only to find a hand at her throat. The Raskghar effortlessly overpowered her, choking Krshia. It was laughing as Krshia tried to kick it\u2014until the whistle. Krshia, choking, felt the pressure on her ease and felt the Raskghar bound away. She lay there, gasping, and heard the voices.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s another one! Surround it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWatch the sides! [Attack Formation]!\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia sat up. She saw Watch Captain Zevara and Olesm leading a squad of eight [Guardsmen] rushing to surround the Raskghar. It spun, trying to find an exit, but Olesm\u2019s voice guided the [Guardsmen] into flanking positions. It spun, a metal shield and axe in hand. The weapons were small in the Raskghar\u2019s paws.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm ran over to Krshia. She gasped and nodded. Zevara was leading the attack.<\/p>\n \u201cTake it down!\u201d<\/p>\n She attacked with two other Drakes while a Gnoll with a spear covered her side. The Raskghar moved quick.<\/em> It batted away Zevara\u2019s sword thrust with its shield and grabbed the Drake charging it on its right. Ignoring the cut it received on the arm, it threw the Drake into her friend, knocking the two to the ground. Then it turned and caught a strike from Zevara on its shield. Krshia watched, dazed, as the Raskghar and Drake exchanged blows.<\/p>\n \u201cAncestors, it\u2019s good!\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm exclaimed in dismay as the Raskghar took on Zevara and the Gnoll with the spear at once. Its eyes never left Zevara\u2019s face, and when she drew breath, it rushed her before the fire breath could emerge. The Raskghar turned and howled<\/em> as an arrow sprouted from its shoulder. It looked over and saw Krshia and two Drakes aiming for it. It dove, and Olesm cut at it. Again, the [Guardsmen] forced the Raskghar back, this time towards an alleyway. The Raskghar retreated to the narrow space, and the [Guardsmen] hesitated. They could only attack two abreast now.<\/p>\n \u201cPull back. Hit it with arrows!\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm snapped, but a claw brushed past him. Zevara rose, growling.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll bake it myself!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia rasped at the Drake. She stared at the Raskghar. It was glancing from Zevara to the archers, eyes darting rapidly. Krshia stared at it. It was nothing like the stories she\u2019d told Olesm! The Raskghar looked every bit like the primordial Gnoll monster it was, but it was far, far<\/em> too intelligent. She pointed at it.<\/p>\n \u201cTake it alive if you can, Watch Captain. It is one of many in the city!\u201d<\/p>\n Zevara nodded. The Raskghar glanced at her and then bared its teeth in a menacing grin. It opened its mouth and, to everyone\u2019s shock, spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cMany. Many.\u201d<\/p>\n The growling voice froze Krshia for a second. She stared at the Raskghar.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can speak?\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm gasped.<\/p>\n \u201cIt knows the common tongue? How?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLearned from you. Just now.\u201d<\/p>\n The Raskghar grinned at Krshia. It\u2014her eyes focused on Krshia. Then on the other Gnoll [Guardsman]. When the Raskghar spoke it was slowly. Thoughtfully.<\/p>\n \u201cWe know you. Enemy. Old enemy. Prey. Blood prey. We know. You make stone city. You come here. Prey. In our hunting lands.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe are not your prey, thing.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia raised her bow. The Raskghar looked at her, and Krshia felt a fear worm its way into her. Instinctual, primal.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is the time of hunting.\u201d<\/p>\n The droplets on Krshia\u2019s body ceased. She glanced up. Overhead, the rain had stopped falling for the second time this day. The clouds parted for a moment. The skies opened. The Raskghar looked up and grinned. Krshia swore.<\/p>\n Moonlight fell down from above. The two nearly full moons shone down on Liscor. Krshia recalled the old legends. The Raskghar traded their ability to level for strength and savagery. Only when the moon shone did they regain their intelligence.<\/em><\/p>\n And what intelligence. The Raskghar grinned, her eyes glowing with too much knowledge. Her pupils dilated as the moonlight and rain fell into them. She turned.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t let it get away!\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm shouted, and the [Guardsmen] loosed at the same time as Zevara breathed fire. Too slow. The Raskghar leapt<\/em> and bounded up the alleyway, jumping from wall to wall, her claws digging into the brickwork with incredible strength. She howled as two arrows found her, but kept moving. She raced over the rooftops. Zevara instantly turned.<\/p>\n \u201cAfter her! There are more Raskghar in the city! I want them all found!\u201d<\/p>\n She raced off. Olesm paused.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Krshia, you should stay inside!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no. Gnolls are gathering. We heard the alarm. We must go together. There is safety in numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia rubbed her throat. She could still hear Gnolls calling each other together. Olesm shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re making yourselves targets this way! The Raskghar are aiming for Gnolls! They\u2019ve carried off dozens already! Come with me\u2014we\u2019ll find the others and call in reinforcements!\u201d<\/p>\n He raised something to his lips and blew. A whistle. The piercing call made Krshia wince, but it was soon answered by more whistles. Olesm pointed.<\/p>\n \u201cCome on!\u201d<\/p>\n He and Krshia ran through the streets, keeping a wary eye out. Olesm panted as they went.<\/p>\n \u201cThose are Raskghar? They\u2019re nothing like the adventurers described! One of them took on an entire squad! It must be the effects of the full moon! The intelligence\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. But it is not the right time! It is too soon!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n Krshia glanced up. The moonlight was fading as more rain clouds began to unleash a second downpour. But it wasn\u2019t the moonlight that mattered.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is not the full moon yet. Close. But this lunar cycle will see both moons wax and wane over the next six days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you serious?\u201d<\/p>\n Olesm paled. He looked around. The howling continued as more warnings and whistles blew, calling for reinforcements or alarm.<\/p>\n \u201cWe need to secure the city first. We\u2019ll triple the watch! Ancestors, we\u2019ll seal all the dungeon entrances if we have to! But we need to catch as many Raskghar as we can. The Gnolls\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow many have they slaughtered?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake turned.<\/p>\n \u201cDrakes? Every one they found. But we haven\u2019t found a single Gnoll body.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Where are they?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Raskghar took them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake and Gnoll stared at each other. They looked around. The streets were dark. Krshia bared her teeth. She didn\u2019t know what the Raskghar were doing. But she sensed it, the ancient fear, a warning from the roots of her species. She raised her head and howled a warning to all that could hear.<\/p>\n Raskghar. Danger, kindred! Danger!<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Bird heard the howling first. He looked up from his watch tower and gazed towards Liscor. Howling at night? That was very strange. He had not heard howling at night except when the undead had attacked Liscor. And when Brunkr had died. He paused and stared around.<\/p>\n \u201cThe water is wet. Rain is falling. Someone is howling. That is a bad thing. I know this because my [Tactician] self tells me. But I see nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n The Antinium peered into the water. Was it a fish? A bird? A moth-bird? He looked up at the skies. Nothing. But he knew there was something, so he kept staring. It was very hard to see in the darkness, with the rain, and all the water. All he could see was the droplets of water hitting the surface of the water. And a few shadows. Fish swam in the darkness, barely visible even to Bird\u2019s enhanced vision. He paused. A few of the dark shadows in the water were very big. Bird drew an arrow and loosed it. He saw a shape jerk<\/em> underwater and then saw the water splash.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. That is not a fish.\u201d<\/p>\n A furry head rose out of the waters and stared at Bird. He saw glowing eyes stare malevolently at him. Bird raised a hand.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you a Gnoll? I am sorry! I thought you were a bad fish.\u201d<\/p>\n He paused. The furry head looked like a Gnoll, but the creature wasn\u2019t. It was bigger. More bestial. And there were a lot<\/em> of shapes in the water, heading to Liscor and the inn. He saw another head break through the water.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is a Goblin.\u201d<\/p>\n Bird saw more Goblins surface and more Raskghar emerge from the water. He saw one point at him and growl and slowly drew another arrow.<\/p>\n \u201cI think we are under attack.\u201d<\/p>\n At first he wasn\u2019t sure. Then one of the Raskghar clambered out of the water and Bird was sure. Most guests who came to Erin\u2019s inn didn\u2019t have big axes in hand. Most guests.<\/p>\n \u201cAlarm! Alarm! <\/em>I am calling an alarm!\u201d<\/p>\n Bird began shouting as he drew an arrow and loosed it. The Raskghar dodged<\/em> the first arrow, which surprised Bird. The second arrow he loosed was a [Homing Shot] and curved as the Raskghar dodged. It fell, but more were coming. Bird shouted.<\/p>\n \u201cAlarm! Alarm!\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t know if anyone could hear him. It was raining too hard. Bird stood in the watchtower as more Raskghar and Cave Goblins charged towards the inn. There were a lot of them. He was just glad he had his new bow. If he didn\u2019t die, he resolved to tell the Queen that it was a very lovely bow. More Raskghar thrust their way into the inn as Bird shot arrow after arrow. He would have gone below, but more were trying to climb the slippery roof and get him. Bird hummed as he shot.<\/p>\n \u201cI am Bird, this is bad. If the monsters get Erin, I will be sad\u2026oh, there are many. This is bad, bad, bad!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Lyonette was sleeping soundly when she felt someone leap onto her. She gasped and sat up as Mrsha hurled herself onto Lyonette\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha! I told you that hurts!<\/em> I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The [Princess] was angry right up until she saw Mrsha\u2019s face. The Gnoll was in a panic. Lyonette looked at her, alarmed.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t hear anything but the pounding rain. But Mrsha clearly did. The Gnoll looked around wildly, then sat back and howled<\/em>. The sound echoed through the inn. Lyonette saw Apista buzz up in alarm.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha, what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Then Lyonette heard the distant howling and horn calls coming from Liscor. At the same time, she heard a voice from above.<\/p>\n \u201cAlarm! Alarm!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n That was Bird! Lyonette scrambled out of bed. She looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha, follow me! Apista!\u201d<\/p>\n She thrust open her door and then remembered her sword. It was propped next to the window. Lyonette grabbed it and unsheathed it. She stared at the blade as Mrsha howled again. She could hear banging from above and then a crash<\/em> from below.<\/p>\n \u201cErin!?\u201d<\/p>\n She ran out of her room just in time to see Ceria thrust her door open. The half-Elf had a breast band on. Another door crashed open, and Ksmvr charged out fully armed.<\/p>\n \u201cI heard Bird\u2019s alarm! We are under attack!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The first Raskghar came up the stairs like a battering ram made of fur. Ceria turned, and her eyes went wide.<\/p>\n \u201cRaskghar!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeave it to m\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ksmvr lunged with his enchanted shortsword. The Raskghar\u2019s eyes narrowed, and it surged left. Ksmvr\u2019s blade missed, and it backhanded the Antinium. He spun backwards, and Lyonette saw him crash into a wall. The Raskghar charged Ceria, who leapt backwards too late. It pinned her to the wall, and Lyonette saw its claws open.<\/p>\n The Raskghar opened its mouth, ready to bite as Ceria gasped, but it suddenly paused and sniffed<\/em>. It brought its head closer and sniffed Ceria\u2019s face and chest. It seemed confused. It lifted Ceria up and then howled.<\/em> Lyonette\u2019s sword entered the Raskghar\u2019s side. It turned, eyes murderous, and slashed.<\/p>\n \u201c[Flawless\u2014]\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette\u2019s sword came up and parried the blow. She felt the force almost tear the sword from her grip, but the claw was deflected. The Raskghar blinked at her and then slashed again. This time, it missed because Lyonette was backing up. The Raskghar bounded towards her on all fours and then turned. Mrsha howled as she rammed into it from the side, her small teeth biting.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha, no! Run!\u201d<\/p>\n The [Princess] screamed frantically at Mrsha. The Raskghar turned, teeth bared, but then it stared at Mrsha. At her white fur. It sniffed her like it had Ceria and then reached for Mrsha. The Gnoll ran in alarm, and the Raskghar followed her, only to stop as an angry Ashfire Bee buzzed around it. It growled as Lyonette jabbed at it from the side, looking more irritated than anything else. It turned, claw extended, and Lyonette saw the razor tips aiming for her face\u2014<\/p>\n \u201c[Ice Wall]!\u201d<\/p>\n A sheet of shimmering ice blocked the claw mid-strike. Lyonette saw the thick ice fracture<\/em> as the claws struck. She saw Ceria getting to her feet and Ksmvr rising, clutching at the broken chitin and green blood leaking from his face.<\/p>\n \u201cGet back!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria shot an [Ice Spike] at the Raskghar. It howled as the projectile pierced its side and raced backwards. Mrsha fled into Lyonette\u2019s arms, and the girl retreated back into her room, shouting for Apista. Ceria swore as she grabbed Ksmvr.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy injuries are superficial\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n A door slammed open. Pisces looked around, annoyed and bleary. He stared uncomprehending at Ksmvr, Ceria, and the ice wall, and then his eyes widened.<\/p>\n \u201cSpringwalker\u2014what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re under attack! Raskghar!\u201d<\/p>\n She screamed at him. Pisces\u2019 jaw dropped. The door across from him opened. Yvlon strode out, fully armored. The woman didn\u2019t bother with questions. She pointed.<\/p>\n \u201cDownstairs!\u201d<\/p>\n The Horns of Hammerad turned and ran for the stairs. They could hear fighting throughout the inn. They shot downstairs and nearly ran into the next group of Raskghar. The beasts snarled as they spotted the adventurers on the stairs. Pisces reached for his rapier, remembered he didn\u2019t have it, and swore. He and Ceria shot flames and ice magic as Ksmvr and Yvlon surged down the stairs. The Raskghar retreated, and the adventurers leapt down to the ground floor to find a battle in full swing.<\/p>\n The Raskghar were already in the inn! They were battling the Redfang Warriors, who were already awake. Headscratcher and Rabbiteater were all fighting in front of the kitchen, fending off six Raskghar and a dozen Cave Goblins. The Horns could hear Erin shouting from inside the kitchen.<\/p>\n \u201cPisces, undead! Yvlon, Ksmvr, the flanks!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria pointed. The Horns split up. Ceria raised two walls of ice, covering her and Pisces\u2019 sides as the [Necromancer] muttered a spell, reaching for the bag of holding he carried. The Raskghar turned as Yvlon and Ksmvr assailed them from the left. A Cave Goblin turned, screeching, and fell backwards with a spike of ice in its chest.<\/p>\n The Raskghar were quicker, though. One turned as Yvlon swung and raised a hide shield. It screamed as the blade sheared through both shield and arm. The enchanted sword severed the arm, but the Raskghar pulled back before Yvlon could run it through. Two more Raskghar flanked her as the Cave Goblins swarmed Ksmvr.<\/p>\n \u201cCeria!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s voice echoed from the kitchen. Ceria heard a crash<\/em> and saw a Raskghar jerk back, snarling, its pelt aflame as a potion bottle struck it. It turned and rolled, roaring, and Headscratcher and Rabbiteater charged forwards.<\/p>\n \u201cErin! Are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am! Badarrow and Shorthilt are on the roof with Bird! Where\u2019s Lyonette?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSafe!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria prayed that were so. The Raskghar and Goblins were occupied with her team and the Redfang Warriors for now. She raised a finger and pointed.<\/p>\n \u201c[Ice Spike]!\u201d<\/p>\n The projectile shot towards a Raskghar. But before it could hit, the huge not-Gnoll turned and leaned<\/em>, avoiding the spell! Ceria gaped and then saw Ksmvr go flying for the second time that night.<\/p>\n \u201cDead gods!\u201d<\/p>\n It was impossible. There were only six Raskghar. Six! But somehow, they were fighting both the Horns of Hammerad and the two Hobs on equal footing. One of Pisces\u2019 summoned undead bears cracked<\/em> as a Raskghar pummeled it with blows. Another lashed out and caught Rabbiteater with a terrible blow across the face. The Hob stumbled and nearly fell\u2014he was already bleeding from a gash across his stomach.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought Gemhammer killed a dozen of these guys!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria aimed again, but the Raskghar she pointed at caught her next [Ice Spike] spell on its shield. The ice pierced the hide and its arm, but only a few inches. The thing snarled and charged Ceria.<\/p>\n \u201cWatch out!\u201d<\/p>\n Yvlon pivoted into the blow. She raised her shield, and the Raskghar swung a stone club. The blow made the shield ring,<\/em> and Yvlon cursed.<\/p>\n \u201cMy arm\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Her shield arm had bent<\/em> from the impact. Her weakened arm twisted horribly, and Yvlon lifted her sword, dropping her shield. Ceria threw up a wall of ice, and the Raskghar smashed into that.<\/p>\n \u201cBack! Back to the stairs!\u201d<\/p>\n The Horns retreated. Ksmvr leapt into the air over one of the ice walls as Pisces\u2019 second bear went down. Now, the Raskghar were on the offensive. The little Cave Goblins streamed forwards. Ceria cursed as she raised another ice wall, and the Raskghar began to tear it down. She saw the two Hobs fighting a trio of Raskghar by themselves. Rabbiteater was staggering, battered by a club one of the Raskghar was holding. He fell, and Headscratcher threw himself in the way. Erin screamed.<\/p>\n \u201cHeadscratcher! Watch out!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Fury. Desperation. Fear. Headscratcher started to lose himself in the fighting. The Raskghar were strong!<\/em> Stronger, quicker, smarter <\/em>than before. He could barely take on the one attacking him with a stone axe. They were\u2014stronger than he was.<\/p>\n Meanwhile, Rabbiteater was fighting two at once. The Hob was wearing his water cloak and was using it to shield himself from the not-Gnolls. The Raskghar howled in frustration as their blows sank into the watery cloak. But then one wrenched aside the protective garment and struck. Rabbiteater\u2019s head reeled back as a club broke open the skin of his temple. Bleeding, dizzy, he looked up. The Raskghar raised the club.<\/p>\n Headscratcher turned. He saw the blow falling. He saw Rabbiteater bare his teeth defiantly.<\/p>\n Bugear<\/em>. Headscratcher remembered the other Goblin\u2019s death. Never again. He howled and leapt forwards. The club smashed him down in Rabbiteater\u2019s place. Headscratcher felt the darkness take him. The pain smothered his consciousness. He was falling. Failing. His helpless fury writhed in him as Rabbiteater struggled up, fighting three at once. Erin was behind him, throwing pots, pans\u2014she was out of potions. She was shouting for Rabbiteater to get back.<\/p>\n Headscratcher was fading. He tried to find the strength, but he didn\u2019t have\u2014have\u2014<\/p>\n The three Raskghar were advancing on Rabbiteater, trying to attack him from the sides as he held the water cloak up. The Horns were engaged with the other Goblins and the other three Raskghar. The not-Gnolls grinned in delight. They pressed forwards, passed by the trap door leading to the basement\u2014<\/p>\n And Numbtongue thrust the trap door up. He surged upwards in a roar, the wooden guitar in hand. The Raskghar nearest to him turned, surprise written over its face. The guitar went up and smashed<\/em> into its face. It broke in a musical twang, and the Raskghar howled in outrage. Numbtongue cursed and punched the Raskghar. His blow barely made the beast blink. He leapt back as the Raskghar swung at him and howled.<\/p>\n \u201cHeadscratcher!\u201d<\/p>\n Headscratcher twitched. He was lying on the ground. His mind was scrambled. He was barely conscious. He flicked in and out of waking. He heard Numbtongue\u2019s voice. The Goblin beat his chest in fury.<\/p>\n \u201cRedfang!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He swung at the Raskghar. The beast punched back. Numbtongue gasped as his ribs cracked. He swung the guitar, beat a rhythm onto the Raskghar\u2019s raised arm. He howled at Headscratcher, demanding he rise.<\/p>\n \u201cRedfang! Fight! A Goblin\u2019s pride! A warrior\u2019s right! Redfang! Redfang!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He stomped. His hand slapped the guitar\u2019s broken base.<\/p>\n \u201cGoblin!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Rabbiteater swung the shortsword. The two Raskghar battered him. The Goblin shouted the same word.<\/p>\n \u201cGoblin!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The word vibrated through Headscratcher\u2019s body. He tried to rise. The fury in his veins grew. Numbtongue received a clubbing blow on his arm and screamed. Never again. <\/em>Headscratcher heard the word.<\/p>\n \u201cRedfang!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n His mind flickered. It went out\u2014and Headscratcher heard the voice from above.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n [Warrior Level 20!]<\/p>\n [Conditions Met: Warrior \u2192 Berserker Class!]<\/p>\n [Skill \u2013 Fury Strength obtained!]<\/p>\n [Skill \u2013 Overpowering Blow obtained!]<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Numbtongue fell back, the Raskghar grabbing his arms. It bit at his neck. He spat at it, biting back. The Raskghar bit for his throat. Hands dragged its neck back at the last moment.<\/p>\n Again. Never again. Never, never, nevernevernevernever\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n A howl emerged. Not from the Raskghar, but from the Goblin who had risen to his feet. Headscratcher grabbed the Raskghar. It grunted in surprise as its feet left the ground. Headscratcher lifted it up.<\/em><\/p>\n Never again!<\/em><\/p>\n He screamed, and the air shook with his fury and grief. Headscratcher seized the not-Gnoll monster and lifted it. It grunted in surprise as he lifted it over his head and threw the huge beast across the room. It crashed into a wall. The other not-Gnolls looked at Headscratcher. He turned, the veins in his neck and arms bulging. A crazed red light shone from his eyes. He raised his sword and charged the Raskghar, screaming. There was no sanity in him, no thought of self-preservation. Only rage. Only fury and grief. So the world had named him. So he was.<\/p>\n A berserker.<\/p>\n Headscratcher\u2019s sword swung down. One of the Raskghar raised a crude shield. Too weak! Headscratcher\u2019s blow cleaved the shield. His sword cut through a crude hide shield and then bone and skin. Headscratcher whirled and grabbed a mace as it swung towards his head. He threw both weapon and attacker onto the ground and then kicked them across the floor.<\/p>\n The Raskghar snarled and caught Headscratcher\u2019s sword arm, clawing at him as he kept the quivering blade from his throat. Headscratcher forced his sword down, ignoring the claws that pierced his side, the flesh the Raskghar bit from his arm. He battered the Raskghar with his other fist, hitting it again, and again, and again\u2014<\/em>he hacked down, and the Raskghar screamed. Headscratcher raised his sword and slashed repeatedly, screaming fury.<\/p>\n The third Raskghar scrambled to his feet. He roared at Headscratcher, but before he could move, Rabbiteater charged. The Hob leapt on the back of the Raskghar, and a veil of water descended over the beast\u2019s head. The Raskghar howled<\/em> and then choked as it inhaled a mouthful of water. It flailed, but the cloak was wrapped around its head, and however much the Raskghar moved, it couldn\u2019t unfasten the liquid cloth. The not-Gnoll jerked as its lungs filled with water and then fell back limply.<\/p>\n \u201cWe got one!\u201d<\/p>\n The Horns shouted as a fourth Raskghar fell, wounded by Ksmvr\u2019s sword and pierced with countless shards of ice. The remaining two Raskghar looked around, realized they\u2019d lost, and howled. They pointed, and the four Cave Goblins screamed desperately and attacked the Horns as the two Raskghar fled for the doors. The Horns cut the Cave Goblins down and pursued the Raskghar, but the not-Gnolls disappeared into the water.<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone okay?\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria leaned on an overturned table, gasping with exertion. She saw Yvlon panting, her shield arm bent. Ksmvr was sitting, bleeding from multiple wounds on his body. Pisces was unharmed, but he was covered in sweat. Erin rushed out of the kitchen at last.<\/p>\n \u201cNumbtongue!\u201d<\/p>\n The Hob croaked and waved a hand weakly as she opened a healing potion. He was clutching at his chest, and Rabbiteater had decided to lie down with his hands on his stomach. Erin rushed to both and then saw a shape bending and hacking at a mutilated corpse.<\/p>\n \u201cHeadscratcher! Enough! It\u2019s over!\u201d<\/p>\n Headscratcher turned, his eyes wide and wild. He stared at Erin, his bloody sword raised. Then, slowly, the light of fury receded from his eyes. He blinked, stumbled, and only then noticed he was bleeding. Part of his arm was missing. Erin scrambled to pour healing potion on his wounds.<\/p>\n \u201cErin! Are you okay? Is it safe?\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette appeared at the head of the stairs, clutching Mrsha. She stared wide-eyed at the bodies. Erin turned.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s okay! But what about Bird? Badarrow? Shorthilt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re okay! The Raskghar all ran!\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette walked downstairs, Mrsha in her arms. She looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cOh no. Is everyone\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe made it. Somehow. If the Horns and the Redfangs hadn\u2019t run downstairs, I would have been dead.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin helped Headscratcher sit at a table. The Goblin was pale, but he was awake. His head still spun, but now the battle had ended he felt\u2026different. He looked at Rabbiteater, and the other Goblin stared at him. Headscratcher stared at his hands.<\/p>\n The fury. The despair. It all made sense now. He stared around the inn, forever changed. Gone was Headscratcher the Redfang [Warrior]. In his place sat a Goblin [Berserker], full of rage and grief. Stronger. Different. The rage burned in Headscratcher. The helpless fury over losing his friends. But now it was strength. Strength. Headscratcher clenched his fist.<\/p>\n It had been that which saved him. That which saved Rabbiteater. His fury. The emotions he had despaired at. But not just that. He remembered the voice, the sound that had brought him to his feet. Headscratcher looked up.<\/p>\n Numbtongue was clutching at his ribs. The Hob looked tired, wounded, but he was still fussing over something on the ground. The broken guitar.<\/p>\n Numbtongue picked up the base of the guitar and inspected it critically.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Your guitar.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin stared at the pieces. Numbtongue offered it to her, and Erin shook her head sadly.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Numbtongue. I think it\u2019s broken. We can get a new one.\u201d<\/p>\n The Hobgoblin paused. He looked at the guitar and held the broken handle in place. Two strings had been torn out and the others were slack, but he adjusted the strings and plucked. The guitar sang. Numbtongue played a riff. Erin stared. Headscratcher stared. The Redfang Goblins and the Horns of Hammerad stared. Numbtongue turned and looked around. He smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cMusic.\u201d<\/p>\n And Headscratcher laughed. He sat back in the chair, feeling his healing injuries complain at last. But he didn\u2019t care. The pain was nothing. He was alive. Erin was alive. The other Goblins were alive. It was the best of all days. So he sat and Rabbiteater lay down and Numbtongue played on.<\/p>\n One was a [Warrior] with a magic cloak. He had yet to become, yet to evolve. But he would. The other was a [Berserker]. The third was a [Bard].<\/p>\n A Goblin [Bard].<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Previous Chapter<\/a> Next Chapter<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A boycott. Of all the trials that The Wandering Inn had faced, Erin would have assumed that would be the least challenging. And she would be right, except that unlike every crisis she\u2019d weathered so far, the boycott hadn\u2019t ended after the first day. 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