There she was. Like a soiled yellow bell pepper, poking up out of the ground. Or\u2014or a lemon covered in crap. Or maybe a yellow onion that someone had dropped in a latrine, half recovered, and then sprinkled with bits of pink\u2014<\/p>\n
You know what? There were no proper analogies. None at all. Umina\u2019s yellow scales with the pink patterning was distinct in itself. Add that to her head poking out of the hole in the ground incongruously, and the\u2014not to put a fine point on it\u2014waste<\/em> that had splashed on her in the tunneling process, and you had a sight like no other.<\/p>\n Marian stared at her friend. Tulm the Mithril stopped in his tracks. The Iron Vanguard, the struggling students, citizens of Daquin, and, oh yes, the world stared at Umina. She half-ducked, as if trying to retreat into the tiny tunnel she\u2019d squeezed her head out of.<\/p>\n Niers Astoragon snickered. All eyes turned towards him as the Fraerling chuckled. The look of surprise that had crossed his face vanished in a moment. And it was replaced by hilarity. The Fraerling bent over, putting his hands on his thighs on his wooden platform as he laughed, and then guffawed.<\/em> He tried to stop it, but he had to lean against a tumbler not to fall over.<\/p>\n The Titan of Baleros was laughing uncontrollably. He laughed and laughed, and the world waited, uncertain, disappointed. Angry, even. And the Titan of Baleros laughed on.<\/p>\n After about a minute of him laughing, people started getting upset. They looked at each other. And then they caught themselves. Looked around. At the streets full of people. The Human [Knights] from Terandria, fighting with practice swords against the Iron Vanguard. Xol, looming over Venaz, frozen in place with his fist raised uncertainly.<\/p>\n Some of the people in the plaza began to laugh too. It didn\u2019t take everyone; the Dullahans, especially the members of the Iron Vanguard, just looked to Tulm in silent trepidation. But Lizardfolk rolled on the ground laughing, Centaurs snorted, Humans went ha-ha<\/em> to various levels of actual humor\u2014the [Knights] were as stone-faced as the Dullahans.<\/p>\n Laughter. Marian didn\u2019t laugh. She was staring at Umina. The Lizardgirl was looking around, laughing but not really laughing, and looking more nervous than she ever had before. She was also deliberately not<\/em> meeting Marian\u2019s eye. The Centauress shifted her stare to Tulm.<\/p>\n The mithril-clad Dullahan was staring at Umina. He was still aglow with the light of battle. The strength he\u2019d borrowed, no, copied from Xol burned in him. His eyes flashed as he turned his gaze to his teacher. He was not amused. And, to be fair, a lot of other people weren\u2019t either.<\/p>\n Teura, the half-Elf from Wistram, looked apoplectic. As if her own pride had been wounded by the sudden and anticlimactic end to the Titan\u2019s game. Some of the other captured students looked shocked and outraged as well. And the Humans around Wil, especially his sister and Sir Kelm, looked equal parts shocked, horrified, and furious. And it was anger that was beginning to grow as shock faded.<\/p>\n Before any of that could boil over, Niers Astoragon caught himself. The Titan choked, coughed, and stood upright. With a monumental effort, he stopped his raucous laughter, coughed again, and tapped a ring on his finger. His voice boomed<\/em> through the plaza, making Marian rear slightly in alarm.<\/p>\n \u201cEnough! The game is over!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan\u2019s voice was like a wave. It cooled the air in the plaza instantly. The laughers stopped laughing. The anger vanished from the other faces. They stared at the Titan as Marian stopped rearing. She landed and nearly screamed; suddenly, pain was blooming through her leg!<\/p>\n Marian looked down and saw scorched flesh. Her stomach roiled. She suddenly recalled the Dullahan [Mage] who\u2019d hit her with the fire spell, and the pain took that moment to remind her that, yes, she was<\/em> in a lot of pain. She staggered, and Niers saw it. The Titan leapt up, like a grasshopper, onto the head of the nearest Midnight Shield. He pointed at her.<\/p>\n \u201c[Healer]!<\/em> Healers to the front at once! Everyone else, hold your ground! Weapons down! The game is won! Anyone with a healing potion, bring it out now and treat anyone in dire need! Move back! Slowly\u2014I want those on the outskirts to move back! Disperse! Clear the streets of bodies if you\u2019re uninjured! Anyone who is<\/em> injured, scream for help!\u201d<\/p>\n His words contained the same force Tulm the Mithril had used on the students at the start of the game. But there wasn\u2019t the same oppressive pressure; people just moved and only realized they were obeying halfway through. They broke up, and Marian saw the old Lizardwoman running towards her.<\/p>\n \u201cHold still!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy\u2014my leg.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian gasped. She pointed at her fetlocks, where the pain was radiating from the worst. But her entire leg was black. She could smell her cooked flesh.<\/p>\n \u201cI see it. Don\u2019t move. Raise that hoof off the ground!\u201d<\/p>\n Marian obeyed, wincing. The [Healer] bent over her, her tail twitching angrily.<\/p>\n \u201cMagic burn. What spell was it? [Firebolt]? Something along that line. Tier 2, but potent. Don\u2019t worry. I can fix this. I need a second to make sure the healing potion works the right way, though\u2014what idiot cast this? If it had hit your chest\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She rummaged around in her satchel by her side, ripping out a jar and tearing off the lid. There was a thick cream inside. The [Healer] grabbed the good part of Marian\u2019s leg and began applying it. Swiftly, and probably as gently as she could, but Marian still suppressed a cry as she held still, quivering.<\/p>\n \u201cHold still. Good, girl. You\u2019ll be fine. I just need to apply this, or the potion won\u2019t get to your skin. Burns don\u2019t heal right\u2014this is going to hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAah! Aaaah!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Marian had assumed the cream was some kind of painkiller, or a concentrated healing poultice. It was not. It was in fact closer to acid<\/em>\u2014she could feel it eating into her skin! She tried to move her leg, but the old [Healer] had a grip like steel.<\/p>\n \u201cHold. Still. The potion can\u2019t work on burnt skin. It\u2019s cauterized. Give this ten more seconds\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHealer to the eastern plaza. I see five Dullahans downed and a [Knight] in need of aid. Don\u2019t touch that man! Lay him flat and don\u2019t remove the armor; the [Healer] will do that!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Niers\u2019 voice boomed past Marian. The [Healer] winced. Marian, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes with the pain, saw a shape charging towards her out of the crowd. The Dullahans around her moved back. Tulm the Mithril was still staring at Umina, but now he glanced up and walked left.<\/p>\n \u201cMarian!\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn ran through the crowded plaza, around bodies, through gaps as if she were unimpeded. And she was; Marian saw her moving through the crowd as if they weren\u2019t there. A Skill worthy of Fleethoof. The older Centauress stopped in front of Marian. The [Healer] snapped up at her.<\/p>\n \u201cHer leg\u2019s burned. I\u2019m healing it. Stand back!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have a potion. Higher quality. If she needs it\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019ll be fine. Stand back, I said! This isn\u2019t serious, and I got to it in the first minute. The wound looks clean; I can see blood now. Marian, you will feel\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The [Healer]\u2019s voice drowned out as the pain shooting through Marian\u2019s leg was suddenly, instantly, relieved. The Centauress put down her leg instinctively and looked\u2014the flesh was regrowing before her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cRaise that leg! Keep it up until the potion\u2019s done!\u201d<\/p>\n Marian did as the [Healer] snapped at her. Perorn looked down, and the old [Strategist]\u2019s face was filled with relief. She glanced up at Marian and for a second the younger Centauress saw a hint of pain in Perorn\u2019s eyes. Unconsciously, Marian glanced at Perorn\u2019s back right leg. The damaged one. Perorn limped back a step as the [Healer] straightened, and glanced backwards.<\/p>\n Her eyes met Tulm\u2019s. The Dullahan looked at her. Perorn stared back.<\/p>\n \u201cFire spells? Are you mad? They could have killed Marian or crippled her for life. That one seared her to the bone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was an error on the part of my [Mage]. He panicked and reacted instinctively.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm replied coldly. He glanced past Perorn at Umina. She was shifting in place and calling out to someone below her. The Dullahan glanced over his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cTunneling?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMithril, I barely picked it up. I was concentrating on defensive spells, and there was no sign until a minute in. The tunneling began so close to this location. I have no excuse.\u201d<\/p>\n The pale [Mage] saluted. Tulm stared at him. Niers Astoragon, from his perch, surveyed the plaza, then looked down. Everyone was moving back, but several people were pushing towards him. Teura and the Wistram [Mages] were among them.<\/p>\n \u201cLord Astoragon, what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Teura stared at Umina. The Lizardgirl stank<\/em>. She was wiggling, trying to get free of the very narrow opening in the ground. Niers ignored the Wistram [Mage]. He was looking at Tulm.<\/p>\n \u201cAny objections?\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril glanced up at him. He paused for a long moment, and then shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cI concede.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVery well. Will you take your forces back now or stay the night? Your wounded should stay here; I will arrange transport back.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan removed his head and shook it.<\/p>\n \u201cNo need. We will send a ship the next day. Until then, I take my leave.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? But\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Teura backed up as Tulm walked past her. She was struggling to keep up, as was Marian. Niers just nodded. Tulm paused and turned his head back, although his body kept facing the other way. His head stared at Umina.<\/p>\n \u201cA final question. What is the name of this student?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUmina Caxical. One of my advanced students.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm stared at Umina. She quailed. Then the Dullahan placed his head on his shoulders. He walked forwards. And his voice rolled through the plaza.<\/p>\n \u201cIron Vanguard. Return to your assigned warship. Leave the injured.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahans and other [Soldiers] in the square belonging to the Iron Vanguard stiffened. They turned and began marching as the Midnight Shields broke formation around Niers to surround Tulm. There was no precise march or accompanying drumbeat this time; the Iron Vanguard left in disarray, slowly forming up into units as they marched back.<\/p>\n It was so quick! Marian stared. She still hadn\u2019t gotten past the fact that Umina had won. Umina<\/em>. By tunneling through the privy! She looked back at Umina, who was struggling, one arm free.<\/p>\n \u201cSteady\u2014steady! I\u2019m going up, not down. Just don\u2019t drop m\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLord Astoragon, is this really the end of the game?\u201d<\/p>\n Teura demanded, as if she couldn\u2019t see Tulm and the Iron Vanguard marching away. Niers turned to her, raising an eyebrow.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. Or do you not see one of my students trying to extricate herself from the ground? I do. And if this is an illusion, it\u2019s a fantastic one. Your audience might not be able to smell Umina, but I <\/em>can. Wonderful work, by the way, Umina. If you\u2019d been a moment slower, you might have lost. And if you\u2019d been too early, Tulm would have detected you, I have no doubt.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, sir. Uh\u2014could someone help pull me out?\u201d<\/p>\n Umina waved an arm. She seemed to be sinking down despite her best efforts to get up. Marian could hear muffled shouts from beneath the earth. Something below seemed to be caving in. She made no effort to help Umina.<\/p>\n Neither did Wistram\u2019s finest. They kept staring at Tulm. Marian could hear someone shouting from the scrying orb. It sounded like one of the Drake [Commentators] having a heart attack. Niers ignored them all. He clapped his hands together and beamed around.<\/p>\n \u201cA fine game. Unexpected endings, always lovely. Don\u2019t be alarmed by Tulm\u2019s sudden departure. I imagine he has a schedule to keep, and he probably doesn\u2019t wish to be interviewed, especially by a bunch of inbred leeches\u2014I mean, the wonderful [Mages] of Wistram. Let\u2019s clear up the plaza, get the wounded sorted out, and then we can move onto the conclusion. Perorn? Lend me your shoulder, will you? My Dullahan needs to go.\u201d<\/p>\n He hopped off the Midnight Shield\u2019s head, and the black-armored Dullahan marched away at speed. Perorn caught Niers, placed him on her shoulder, and turned. The [Strategist] was already shouting more orders at the crowd. Marian looked at the [Healer]. The Lizardwoman slapped her leg. Marian yelped<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cThat hurts!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTender flesh. Lots of nerves. Good. You\u2019re healed! Just don\u2019t go galloping for a day.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Healer] stood up briskly, already looking for another victim to heal. Marian stared at her. She looked at Niers.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is so sudden! Shouldn\u2019t there be an announcement? Or something? Or\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlenty of time for that later. He said the game was over, didn\u2019t he? Good thing, too. I was getting tired of fixing people up. Anyways, what do you want? You lost. That Lizardgirl won, and good thing too. I won money. She won; game\u2019s over. Wasn\u2019t the worst game I ever saw, wasn\u2019t the weirdest either.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian stared at the [Healer] as she put the lid on her jar and tucked it into her satchel.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, really?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAbsolutely. This was tame compared to last time. Alright! If anyone\u2019s hurt, scream! If not, you can fix yourselves\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n The game was over, but it didn\u2019t feel over. It had gone down so quick, and the announcement had been so sudden\u2014not to mention the Iron Vanguard leaving so abruptly\u2014that no one felt like the game was actually done.<\/p>\n Which was intentional, Perorn could tell. Niers Astoragon had issued the abrupt statement on purpose. He was taking advantage of the confusion. People expected something to happen, and in that gap while they waited for the \u2018correct\u2019 thing to occur, he could fit in any number of his personal agendas. Some of them were important. Critical, even.<\/p>\n \u201c[Healer] down that street!<\/em> Move; there\u2019s someone with a head injury on the left side of the street!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan ordered a group of [Healers] as Perorn trotted forwards. The Fraerling was surveying the city as a whole, using a scrying orb for its actual, intended purpose for once. And the [Healer] corps he\u2019d dispersed rushed en-masse about the city, tending to the most in need of aid first. There were a number of people who needed it. [Knights] unhorsed with head injuries, horses hurt in the battle, members of the Iron Vanguard who\u2019d been trampled\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cTulm the Mithril pulled out in a second. Was that prearranged?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHealing potion!<\/em> I didn\u2019t actually arrange that, Perorn. That\u2019s just Tulm. He\u2019s smart enough not to want to stick around and have me rub defeat in his face. And he lost, so he\u2019s not getting what he wanted. Believe me; if he\u2019d have won, he\u2019d be sticking to me like glue this instant.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn grunted. That did sound like Tulm. He hadn\u2019t even claimed his injured soldiers. He was just off, giving no one time to see his defeated expression. Not that he\u2019d show weakness that obviously.<\/p>\n \u201cBastard.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCareful. There are [Mages] still listening to us. Which brings me to my second point. I\u2019m going to make a little show of awards in a second. Would you help me with\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers leaned over and whispered into Perorn\u2019s ear. The Centauress nodded, turning her head to survey the plaza.<\/p>\n \u201cFine. I\u2019ll find the other teachers. You can show off as much as you like. Where do you want me to put you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOne circuit of the plaza. I want our [Healers] to get to everyone they need to first. Then the pedestal. That would do.\u201d<\/p>\n Dutifully, Perorn circled the plaza as Niers ordered his [Soldiers] to help disperse the bewildered crowd. Half of Daquin\u2019s citizens were still clutching their weapons uncertainly. Perorn eyed them.<\/p>\n \u201cFeshi actually managed to rally the city into fighting!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWasn\u2019t it brilliant?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers smiled. Perorn eyed the torn up street, the injured people being tended to, many of which were Iron Vanguard members, and didn\u2019t know if she agreed. She walked back towards the pedestal, and Niers leapt onto it.<\/p>\n \u201cCitizens of Daquin! Thank you for your patience!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The plaza jumped as one. Niers\u2019 eyes twinkled as the Fraerling took the spotlight once again. He spoke casually, letting his amplified voice ring out across the plaza.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd to my students and the audience, thank you as well. Let me repeat myself. The game is over<\/em>. And we have a winner. One of my students has infiltrated the winner\u2019s circle. From the ground! You may not have seen her, but I present to you\u2014Umina Caxical!\u201d<\/p>\n He gestured. Every eye fell on Umina, who was tugging a foot out of the ground. She froze and then waved a claw, looking terrified. She was still covered in dirt and stuff that resembled dirt. Niers smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cA rather unorthodox win this time. It appears Umina tunneled under<\/em> the ground through what I can only term a sewage depot. It appears the [Mages] in the plaza did not notice her. Nor did Tulm the Mithril himself. He has conceded defeat, so once again, congratulations to Umina on a victory well deserved!\u201d<\/p>\n There was a moment of silence at that. Some laughter even sprang back up. It was so\u2014ridiculous. But the Titan forged ahead as if it were perfectly natural, and his audience was caught.<\/p>\n \u201cVery well, very well. I think a bath is called for, or a bucket of water at least. But let us not waste time. Tulm certainly hasn\u2019t. The Iron Vanguard is returning to their ships, and my [Healers] are tending to the wounded. But the game is not quite concluded! As with every battle, I think the dissection afterwards is just as critical as the experience itself. So, then. Students! Class is in session! Gather around, all of you!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n His sudden bellow made the students in the plaza jump. Venaz, Wil, and Feshi all appeared, at once, but Niers was beckoning to another group. A mass of students, seated or standing, some nursing bruises, others unharmed. They stood up slowly and approached. Everyone but the Wistram [Mages] gave way to them. And they surrounded their teacher, the Professor, as if they were in class. Niers looked down at them and smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cWell now. Thoughts on today\u2019s lesson? Questions? We will be studying this in class when we return to the academy, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n They stared at him. Then one of the students in the crowd\u2014Yerranola\u2014laughed. Niers smiled along with her.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m serious, Yerranola.\u201d<\/p>\n The Selphid stopped laughing. Niers walked up and down the platform, looking across the students. And suddenly, he wasn\u2019t speaking to the plaza, Wistram\u2019s [Mages], or to the audience across the world, but to them.<\/p>\n \u201cWell. It was a fine game. Unexpected, yes. Unfair? Probably! But that is the nature of all games. And whether you were caught, or you survived to the end\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded to Venaz, Wil, Marian, and Feshi, who were standing together. Wil looked tired, almost too tired to be upset. Feshi propped him up with a sympathetic paw on his shoulders. She didn\u2019t seem that put out. Venaz was still disbelieving, almost shell-shocked. Marian\u2026she looked around for Umina. The Lizardgirl was hiding. The Centauress glanced back up and found Niers staring at her. His voice was soft.<\/p>\n \u201cWhether you won or lost. Whether your plans went awry or failed in just one part to come to fruition. I saw it all. Your struggles, your defeats. I saw it. And you did me proud. Each and every one of you. I called for you to challenge Tulm the Mithril, and you did. For that, I thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n His students looked up at him. The Titan, their Professor, smiled, and it was a fond smile meant only for them.<\/p>\n \u201cI hope, no, I trust<\/em> most of you will level up after today. Perhaps even more than once. But what sort of teacher would I be if I didn\u2019t reward what I saw? So I have a few announcements to make. We have a winner of this game. Umina. Step forwards.\u201d<\/p>\n And she appeared, from behind Perorn. Cleaner, but smelly. The students stared at her. The world stared, but this was a class. And Umina, flushing, afraid to meet anyone\u2019s eyes, stood in front of Niers. He smiled gently.<\/p>\n \u201cCongratulations, Umina. A prize from my vaults and the question of your choice is yours. When we return to Elvallian, I will set aside an appropriate date. Have your question ready then. Until that moment\u2014well done. Your trick with the [Nightmen] was\u2026inspired, to say the least. I didn\u2019t expect it. Nor did Tulm. It was not a victory created solely by you, but you seized an opportunity. And that is the key to winning any battle.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina mumbled softly. Marian stared at her friend. And then Niers looked up. His gaze swept the students.<\/p>\n \u201cBut Umina isn\u2019t the only student I have to reward. [General] Felk?\u201d<\/p>\n A Drake walked forwards. He was one of the teachers. He stood next to Rustarmor and three other teachers from the academy. Felk looked around calmly and called out in a parade-grounds voice.<\/p>\n \u201cSillk. Venaz. Marian. Jekilt. Kaelma.\u201d<\/p>\n The students walked forwards slowly, through the crowd. Marian saw the other students turning to look at her. She was suddenly nervous. She fell into place with the other students, glancing from side to side. Felk eyed them and nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cLord Astoragon?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, General.\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling looked down from his seat at the students. He met each\u2019s eyes in turn. Sillk\u2019s abashed look, Venaz\u2019s downcast expression, Marian\u2019s stare, Jekilt\u2019s level gaze, and Kaelma\u2019s questioning glance. The Professor smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be disappointed. Or rather, only be disappointed in appropriate measure. This game was not easy to win. Chance played as much part as strategy. Nevertheless, I see fit to award you five for excellence during the game.\u201d<\/p>\n The students looked up, confused. That wasn\u2019t part of the game! Niers cut off Teura, who was trying to point that out. He shooed her back with one impatient hand.<\/p>\n \u201cMy game. My rules. Don\u2019t interrupt, please. Now, where was I? Ah yes, Sillk. You first.\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardman walked forwards, hunched, checking his dark clothing. The [Rogue], who Marian had never seen once the game started, looked up at Niers. The Professor studied him kindly.<\/p>\n \u201cI almost expected you to team up with Merrik. I\u2019m pleased you two did not; you were most effective fighting in your strengths. I\u2019m pleased to see you didn\u2019t hold each other back with friendship.\u201d<\/p>\n Sillk jumped. He blinked up at Niers, and then opened his mouth reflexively.<\/p>\n \u201cEr, thank you, Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n The response was so automatic that some of the students laughed unconsciously. And Marian felt something ease in her stomach. For a second it felt like class and a student giving a particularly bad response. Niers laughed along with the other students, and Sillk turned red. Merrik growled from the crowd.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean, \u2018thank you\u2019<\/em>? You\u2019re getting it when this is over, Sillk!\u201d<\/p>\n Niers waved a hand for silence. He went on, as, behind him, the scrying orb on his pedestal began flashing moments from the battle where Sillk had taken part.<\/p>\n \u201cVery well done taking out the enemy officers. You got captured the instant the [Mages] tagged you with a locator spell, though. Any thoughts?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUh\u2014no, sir. I mean, yes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n Sillk turned bright red again and went on.<\/p>\n \u201cI should have gone to ground sooner than I did. I regret not doing that. I opened myself up for being tracked; I should have been just as aggressive, or even more so, but then hidden. Instead, I got myself caught when I could have survived for much longer.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers nodded appreciatively.<\/p>\n \u201cGood answer. Well done indeed. I saw less leadership than I would have liked, but you coordinated well with Jekilt and your fellow students on the field. I\u2019m afraid there\u2019s not much of a reward for you, though. You\u2019ll be eating tea leaves for the next three days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n Sillk looked blank. Niers smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI think Foliana has an opening for you in her schedule. She doesn\u2019t have a set curriculum, but three days of shadowing her will prove instructional. Learn from her how she disappears.\u201d<\/p>\n The students, who had been full of levity a moment ago, went silent. Behind Niers, Teura and the other Wistram [Mages] looked stunned. Marian felt the same way. She stared at Sillk. He was going to be taught? By Three-Color Stalker<\/em> herself? She was notorious for not taking apprentices\u2014as far as anyone knew. But this was a reward. And\u2026<\/p>\n Did<\/em> Niers have special training courses for [Assassins]? And if so\u2026Sillk gulped, but he bowed.<\/p>\n \u201cIt would be an honor, Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers smiled drily.<\/p>\n \u201cSay that after three days with Foliana. I have no idea what she\u2019ll do, so I apologize in advance. Venaz.\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur stepped forwards. Niers studied him.<\/p>\n \u201cInteresting ploy with the City Runner. It would have worked if I had decided to take action against the students, but it handicapped you earlier on. I\u2019m afraid you trusted to your battle prowess instead of considering a larger offensive.\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur bowed his head, uncharacteristically quiet. Niers went on.<\/p>\n \u201cYou did well fighting through the patrols, though. And your leadership at the end took the fight to Tulm himself. I\u2019m afraid you underestimated him, but the experience should be instructive. Venaz. Any thoughts?\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur shook his head briefly.<\/p>\n \u201cI have nothing to say, sir. I\u2019ve embarrassed myself in front of my people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNonsense.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The snap in Niers\u2019 voice made Venaz look up. He met the Professor\u2019s gaze. Niers glanced irritably at Venaz, and then the scrying orb.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you\u2019re referring to hiding and being outclassed, that was a mistake every student here made save one<\/em>. The point is how you reacted to adversity, not your preparations. With that said, you demonstrated considerable skill in making it to the end of the game unscathed. That alone merits a reward. And I\u2019m sure the House of Minos agrees. If not, that is my sole opinion.\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz stood a bit straighter. He glanced up at Niers, and then bowed his head quickly.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, Professor. I\u2026I was unprepared, but I found the value in teaming up with other students. No\u2014more than that, listening to sound advice no matter where it came from. From the City Runner I hired, no less.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan smiled, and there was approval in his tone.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is a lesson worth learning. If you took away only that, I\u2019d say you gained something from today.\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur nodded and then hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Professor. I have to ask\u2014is Armor Captain Shailt recovering?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou may check on her later. I understand she was left in our [Healer]\u2019s care rather than brought with the Iron Vanguard. Now, as for you, Venaz, I think some instruction into evasive maneuvers in an urban environment would be helpful. General Felk is an expert at urban warfare, and you\u2019ll be accompanying him as he returns to his duties in a month\u2019s time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes sir. Thank you, Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz stepped back, blinking a few times. Marian was next. She smiled as Niers asked how her leg was and complimented her maneuvers in the plaza.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you, Professor. But I really didn\u2019t do much.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers nodded calmly.<\/p>\n \u201cTrue. Other students made more heroic efforts. But you made it to the end, and if you\u2019d had a second or a few feet, you might have won. What have you learned?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow poorly I do in close-quarters combat, sir? I was nearly taken out by a [Captain]; my bow wasn\u2019t nearly as useful as I would have liked.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe flaw of every [Strategist] is weakness in combat, at least compared to [Warriors]. I\u2019m glad you recognize that. But since it is<\/em> important, you\u2019ll get to receive personal instruction from our weapons masters until you can use a bow to fend off even a Level 30 [Warrior].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cT-thank you, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan grinned as Marian stepped back. Some of the students winced, and one of them patted Marian on the shoulder. Kaelma received a similar gift; the [Fencer] had done well, but Niers pointed out her dueling Skills had been on display without any actual leadership. So she would lead [Scouts] on patrol for two weeks.<\/p>\n Now that it came to it, the Titan\u2019s rewards didn\u2019t sound like rewards<\/em> so much as personalized training. Which was a reward, but it wasn\u2019t always fun<\/em>. Shadowing a [General], receiving one-on-one lessons from [Weapon Masters]\u2026Marian groaned, imagining the bruises. Niers called over another group of students who\u2019d also done well, but then someone else took his place.<\/p>\n Fleethoof. And when Perorn stepped forwards, the students looked up and went quiet. The watching [Mages] leaned in. The Centauress\u2019 voice was crisp.<\/p>\n \u201cPeki. Merrik. Feshi. All three of you did exceptionally well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIndeed. I particularly liked\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn walked in front of Niers. She stared down at the three students, the [Martial Artist] Garuda, the Dwarf, Merrik, and the Gnoll who\u2019d rallied Daquin, Feshi. Her gaze was severe, but Marian thought she looked pleased.<\/p>\n \u201cPeki, outstanding fighting Skills. Subpar choice of opponents. You lack experience against fighting opponents with high-level Skills or artifacts. You will report to my company and engage in duels against my officers.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian winced. Peki only smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYay.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress gave her an icy smile. She turned her attention to the next student.<\/p>\n \u201cMerrik.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFighting maniac from Pomle\u2014er, hi, Professor!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf straightened, to a laugh from his fellow classmates. Perorn raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n \u201cExcellent leadership. You led your classmates and auxiliary fighters splendidly. Right up until the moment you wasted your best Skill in an early engagement.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you see, Professor Perorn, I planned on\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou need experience. You\u2019ll get that accompanying me. I plan on doing a patrol across our territories, battling monsters and [Bandits]. I expect you to learn something from the ordeal.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, grandfathers. Not field training\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Merrik shut up as the Centauress gave him a quelling glance. She looked at the third student.<\/p>\n \u201cFeshi.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll smiled, baring her teeth. Perorn nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cAs far as ideas went, your ability to rally Daquin was exceptional. The rest of your performance was not.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll looked abashed.<\/p>\n \u201cHrr. Yes, Professor. I failed to use my best Skill at the end as well. I thought about it, but it would be little use with so many bodies in the way. How should I improve?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBy learning to employ your existing Skills more effectively. To that end, you\u2019ll be shadowing me on campaign. You\u2019ll serve as my second. I expect you to fill that role to the best of your abilities.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a gasp from the students. Feshi looked delighted and alarmed. She bowed.<\/p>\n \u201cI will do my best, Professor!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVery good.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress stepped back. Aggrieved, Niers cleared his throat once or twice. He looked at his students, then past them. Wistram\u2019s [Mages], Daquin\u2019s people, and his soldiers looked on. They were entertained, if puzzled by this moment. Now the Titan smiled, and they stood straighter expectantly.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd so we have rewards. Or punishment. But exemplary though some performances were, and many were truly impressive, I have one student yet to call upon. Wil Kallinad. Walk forwards, lad.\u201d<\/p>\n Every eye swung towards Wil. He was standing silently to the side. With some of the Humans from Terandria. Now he did walk forwards, and Marian saw his face was pale. He was\u2026well, if Venaz was downcast, Wil looked smashed into the ground. He managed a stiff bow before Niers.<\/p>\n \u201cProfessor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWil.\u201d<\/p>\n There was kindness in Niers\u2019 eyes as he looked at Wil. He paused for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cYou brought four warships from Kallinad\u2019s harbors. Across the sea. And of all my students, you were the one to predict the Iron Vanguard\u2019s arrival. You foresaw Tulm the Mithril, and you challenged him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes sir. And I failed.\u201d<\/p>\n Wil looked up steadily. Niers shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cI could argue that without you, none of the students would have had a chance at victory, much less succeeded. But you are correct. You were outplayed in the end. By guile.\u201d<\/p>\n He gestured at Umina, who went even paler than Wil for a moment. Niers paused.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you could have done something differently, what would you have done, Wil?\u201d<\/p>\n Everyone waited for his response. Wil opened his mouth, gulped a few times, and then croaked hoarsely.<\/p>\n \u201cI would have won<\/em>, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n Silence. Niers nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cFair enough. I suppose you feel disappointed. I suppose the cost of four warships\u2014and crew and [Soldiers], not to mention the [Knight] order accompanying you\u2014weighs on you. And it should. [Strategists] may answer to [Kings], or [Generals], or any number of employers. But when we give our orders, our analysis, lives hang in the balance. On our decisions a nation\u2019s hopes and lives may rest. Never forget that.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian held still. Wil was shaking with each sentence, but nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers waited. The world waited. The Titan walked back and forth, studying Wil.<\/p>\n \u201cYou lost. But you took on Tulm the Mithril. Don\u2019t forget that either, Wil. You surprised him. I know Level 40 [Strategists] that can\u2019t claim the same.\u201d<\/p>\n Wil\u2019s head rose. Niers went on. His voice rose slightly as he gestured in the direction of the harbor.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a masterful move, Wil. I saw the ships coming because I looked. I lost them after they left the harbor, but I knew they were coming. Next time, everyone will be looking, so learn to prepare decoys and cover your tracks. You\u2019ll never be able to pull the trick you pulled today as easily. And that is because the world knows your name. The world saw you outmaneuver a Great Company. Come this close<\/em> to victory. And for that display, I have only one thing to say. Umina.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He turned. The Lizardgirl jumped and stuttered.<\/p>\n \u201cY-yes, Professor?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers looked at her. She looked at Niers. The students, Daquin, and the world, as always, held their breaths. Niers glanced around, then he smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll see both of you later. Umina, I\u2019ll have your gift ready. Wil, no gift. You did lose. But have a question ready. Both<\/em> of you.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian felt her heart catch in her chest. Wil\u2019s eyes widened. Marian heard a wild cry and saw Wil\u2019s sister raise a hand in the air. And then Wil opened his mouth to say something\u2014to protest\u2014but it was drowned out by the roar<\/em> of sound behind him.<\/p>\n Humans, and not just Humans! Daquin\u2019s citizens screamed and clapped and shouted in delight with the others. The students around Wil swarmed him, clapping his shoulder, shouting in excitement. The Titan stood on his pedestal and laughed as Teura tried to shout at him. He had to wave his hands for nearly a minute to be heard.<\/p>\n \u201cEnough! Enough! No questions. The reward matches the deed. Enough said. So let\u2019s continue. To my students, officers, strategists. To my soldiers of the Forgotten Wing Company and those of the Iron Vanguard who have yet to depart. To Daquin and its citizens, who won a victory over a Great Company this day. I congratulate you all. And as the Titan of Baleros and member of the Forgotten Wing company, I offer you my <\/em>hospitality this night.\u201d<\/p>\n At his words, Marian heard a roll of sound. Not the slow thunder of the Iron Vanguard\u2019s drums, but a far more welcome sound and sight. Wagons rolled forwards, and [Servants] leapt down. From bags of holding, and the stores in the wagons, they began setting up tables. Chairs. Rolling out barrels; kegs were far too small. The students and Daquin\u2019s people stared. Then someone shouted.<\/p>\n \u201cA feast!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA feast indeed! My people are setting up across the city, so don\u2019t swarm them here! I\u2019m renting every inn, pub, and miserable dive in the city! Open your doors! And if one of my students leaves Daquin sober, I\u2019m expelling that student on the spot!\u201d<\/p>\n Niers roared, and his students cheered wilder than anyone else. They swarmed the tables and the [Servants], who had to beat them back with ladles as they tried to serve food. The excitement, expectation, and surprise of the last hour all faded as Marian looked around and realized how hungry she was, how tired.<\/p>\n So she pushed towards a table, grabbed the nearest edible-looking thing, ate, drank, and felt better. And she forgot about the heartache, defeat, and all the other emotions whirling inside of her. The game was over.<\/p>\n And that was a relief.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n The Titan of Baleros had a flair for drama. But saying that was an understatement of understatements. It was like saying that Crelers had a bit of an eating problem. It completely missed how aggravating, how annoying<\/em> Niers Astoragon could be. And while Perorn had worked with him for decades, he still managed to catch her by surprise.<\/p>\n Like now, for instance. She had coordinated the rest of the students\u2019 \u2018rewards\u2019, which were rewards but really just rare training opportunities with the Fraerling. But the announcement about Wil winning the right to a question had caught her off-guard as much as anyone else.<\/p>\n She pushed through the crowd surrounding Niers, Wistram [Mages] demanding an interview, Councilmembers asking if he was really<\/em> going to pay for everything, only to find he\u2019d disappeared. He was good at that<\/em>, too, which meant Perorn had to answer all the questions.<\/p>\n She found Niers after the mob had dispersed to go look for him. Or rather, he found her; the Fraerling had hidden in a little alcove underneath the pedestal. Like a spider. It was an uncharitable comparison, but Perorn wasn\u2019t happy to be left facing a sea of aggressive questioners.<\/p>\n She glared at the Titan as he pulled himself back up the platform. No one noticed, not even the Wistram [Mages]. As Niers had once remarked, the fact that they trusted to spells to notice invisibility enchantments and so on and so forth meant that they were terrible at noticing the mundane. And Fraerlings were masters of hiding in plain sight.<\/p>\n \u201cQuick, put me on your shoulder. Before they notice me.\u201d<\/p>\n Briefly, Perorn debated ratting Niers out or abandoning him. But knowing him, he\u2019d just wriggle out of it and cause her more trouble. So she held out a hand, and he raced up her arm as if he were running up a slope. He perched on Perorn\u2019s shoulder, and she trotted off. The celebration was in full swing, and more than a few [Mages] and Councilmembers were distracted by the barrels already being emptied of expensive alcohol.<\/p>\n \u201cHow much did you spend on the celebrations?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you want to know that? Or do you want to kill me about Wil? You can take your pick, but I\u2019d rather not add to how snappish you\u2019re going to be.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers dangled his legs over Perorn\u2019s shoulder, looking more cheerful than he had any right to be. The Centauress glared at him, limping slightly as she walked across the city.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat was that stunt at the end? You just ruined the purpose of the entire game!\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling stroked his beard, unconcerned at her reaction.<\/p>\n \u201cAs a matter of fact, I did not. Umina still won. And she gets a larger prize than Wil, but he still earns the right to the question. It\u2019s not as if this is the first time. I did it two games ago. Or would you have let Wil toss himself into the ocean after losing to Umina?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d have rather you gave him a suitable reward. Or are you sympathetic to him because of how much money he spent?\u201d<\/p>\n The Fraerling raised his eyebrows.<\/p>\n \u201cThe reward matches the deed, Perorn. Or do you disagree?\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress hesitated. The Titan looked seriously at her.<\/p>\n \u201cI overplayed his bravery and the challenging Tulm bit, but he outmaneuvered<\/em> the Iron Vanguard. They didn\u2019t see him coming. I<\/em> lost track of those damn ships.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou did? Really? I thought you made that up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I was hardly able to send scouting ships, was I? He kept them out of sight of regular vessels the entire way across the ocean. Tell me you could do better. Name me one of our best [Strategists] that could pull off a trick like that without sweating. And then tell me the reward is undeserved.\u201d<\/p>\n Niers stared at Perorn. She hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cI suppose not. Even so\u2014you know what the Kallinads will want to know, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMmf. Something political. I have something in mind. It will cause a fuss, but it shouldn\u2019t get back to us.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn eyed Niers. His idea of a fuss was largely different from hers.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Umina? The gold you spent on this party? Healing potions? Was it all worth it? Not to mention\u2014how many died?\u201d<\/p>\n Niers paused. His expression grew somber.<\/p>\n \u201cSeventeen deaths. Eight of ours, two civilians, six from the Iron Vanguard. One [Knight].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLow on the Terandrian\u2019s side.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t count the horses. Twenty-four of them.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn felt a twinge of pain. Horses weren\u2019t Centaurs, but as distant kin, even if Centaurs were vastly more intelligent than horses, she felt the pain.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat will you do about that?\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan swung his legs in silence for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cAward the families double the standard pension. This wasn\u2019t a battle. They weren\u2019t meant to die. I\u2019ll reach out to the Seer of Steel for his people. And I\u2019ll have someone speak to Sir Kelm of the Order of Seasons about his [Knight].\u201d<\/p>\n The two moved in silence for a minute after that. Well, Perorn walked, and Niers sat. She could already see people eating, talking animatedly, clustering around a [Mage] in hopes of appearing in the scrying orb, and pairing up. The relief, the adrenaline and rush of triumph\u2014it was almost as if this were the end of a battle. She spoke quietly to Niers.<\/p>\n \u201cPeople always die. [Soldiers] die in camp when they quarrel with each other. Or after visiting a brothel and having their groins slowly rot off them. They die tripping while marching.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. It doesn\u2019t change that this was my game.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEven so. You don\u2019t have to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll pay them, Perorn.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress dropped it. She looked at Niers. And thought. She knew her boss well. And she knew that nothing with Niers Astoragon was straightforward as it seemed, even when he looked like he was on a razor\u2019s edge.<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t answer my question.\u201d<\/p>\n He stood up and stretched. Niers absently raised a tiny whistle around his neck and blew it. The shrill sound was quite inaudible to Perorn, but she knew what was coming. She glared and reached out to grab him. He sidled down her shoulder, dodging her hand.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I didn\u2019t. I\u2019m going back first to Elvallian. You\u2019ll be back at the academy tomorrow? The students will head with the convoy, but you can run back if you want to meet me there. We should plan out the students\u2019 curriculums after this.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress known as Fleethoof glared. She knew Niers wasn\u2019t trying to hurt her\u2014at least, she thought he wasn\u2019t\u2014but sometimes it felt like he forgot on purpose.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m in no condition to run.\u201d<\/p>\n Her right hind leg hurt.<\/em> Now that Tulm was gone, Perorn felt her tendons protesting her every movement. Healing potions hadn\u2019t saved her leg after it had been hamstrung; she had saved some mobility, but the pain and her own aging body made her old feats of speed a distant memory. She scowled, and Niers looked up at her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt will feel better by the time you return.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, really? And do you have a poultice for me? I don\u2019t want one. I told you, [Healers] with painkillers don\u2019t change the fact that my leg can\u2019t move the same way it used to. And I won\u2019t damage it just so you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPerorn.\u201d<\/p>\n The Titan stopped her with a word. He could do that. But Perorn swore that if the next words that came out of his mouth didn\u2019t placate her, she would knock him off her shoulder and stomp on him. She waited as the Titan met her gaze. A tiny man on her shoulder. Perorn heard beating wings. Niers looked up, and then smiled crookedly.<\/p>\n \u201cI told you you\u2019d have a good day. Do you think seeing Tulm humiliated slightly was all of what I meant?\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn blinked.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014yes. Of course. If it wasn\u2019t just to see this, then what did you bring me for?\u201d<\/p>\n Suddenly paranoid, she stared hard at Niers. But he only gave her his most enigmatic smile. He leaned forwards. And suddenly Perorn felt a hum <\/em>as her rings warned her that he\u2019d just employed an artifact. His anti-listening spells. He whispered in her ear.<\/p>\n \u201cVenaz. Search for Armor Captain Shailt. Try to be discreet. Let him take the lead.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Niers stepped back. Perorn grabbed for him, but it was too late. He tipped his hat to her and leapt up. Perorn stepped back as a claw descended and snatched the Fraerling up like a bug. The owl flapped its wings once and took off. The Fraerling sped into the night as the trained bird flew back towards the academy, as fast as a swallow.<\/p>\n Perorn watched him go. She cursed once. But she knew the owl would be flying too high for her, even if she decided to race after him. Damn animals. The Titan employed [Beast Masters] among his other tricks.<\/p>\n And then Perorn thought about what Niers had said. And her instincts, the little animal sense at the back of her brain, tingled. She looked around, murmuring.<\/p>\n \u201cAs bad as Foliana in his own way.\u201d<\/p>\n He loved secrets. But he seldom lied outright, so Perorn went searching for Venaz. She found the Minotaur a few minutes after a certain City Runner did. Perorn had to stop and speak to Daquin\u2019s Councilmembers, as well as Wistram\u2019s [Mages] and everyone else vying for her and Niers\u2019 attention. Again.<\/p>\n Luan had to check on his boat.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n The game was over. She\u2019d won. Umina walked around the streets of Daquin, feeling drunk on exhilaration, confused, and almost, a tiny bit, disappointed. Because no one was trying to kill her. No one was screaming that she was a cheat and should be punished. People seemed\u2026happy.<\/p>\n But she wasn\u2019t. Umina felt as guilty as she ever had, worse than when she\u2019d pushed her neighbor\u2019s son down the stairs because he\u2019d shoved her the day before that. She\u2019d seen Wil\u2019s face after the game ended, and the disappointment on Venaz\u2019s. But the worst had been Marian.<\/p>\n She\u2019d been so close. Umina\u2019s heart had stopped when she\u2019d poked her head out of the ground and seen Marian leaping at her, and Tulm, Tulm the Mithril<\/em> blocking her way. And he\u2019d looked at her. And asked her name.<\/p>\n Umina\u2019s heart pounded wildly at the memory. But if she dwelled on that, she\u2019d start shaking, so she kept walking. Daquin\u2019s citizens were in the streets, making merry with Wistram\u2019s [Mages], the Forgotten Wing soldiers, and the students. They were the noisiest, and the center of attention, demanding to see themselves in the scrying orbs, which were on replay as Noass and Sir Relz gave their commentary on the game, drinking, being toasted and toasting each other\u2014<\/p>\n And crying. Yes. There were tears amid the laughter and congratulations. Frustration, jealousy, disappointment\u2014the other students had done their best after all. Some had spent money, or time, or any number of things on victory. And Umina had won. She tried to slink past the first few groups, head on a swivel for Marian. But the third wave of students clustered around a food table spotted her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s Umina! Get over here!\u201d<\/p>\n A Dwarf\u2019s bass voice roared over the crowd, and everyone turned. Umina froze, but Merrik appeared and tugged her over to his table. He and some of the officer students were drinking, and they greeted Umina with shouts of delight. And surprisingly, none of them seemed angry. They sounded<\/em> angry, but only for a second. Kelsa merrily cursed at Umina as she and Kaelma practiced quaffing. Jekilt shook his head as he drank more sedately from a mug.<\/p>\n \u201cYou bastard of a Lizardgirl, you did it! Right under our noses! Hah!\u201d<\/p>\n Merrik slapped Umina on the back and then wrinkled his nose.<\/p>\n \u201cPhaw!<\/em> You still stink! Here, take a drink and pour it over your head!\u201d<\/p>\n He grabbed a mug and filled it with one hand. Umina took the mug, trying to speak, and saw a huge, feathery shape appear next to her. Peki tilted her head and nodded a few times.<\/p>\n \u201cGood trick. Dirty trick. I didn\u2019t see it coming. Good job, and I hate you.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded at Umina as she dipped her beak into her drink. Umina ducked her head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSorry? What\u2019s there to be sorry<\/em> about?\u201d<\/p>\n Merrik was instantly outraged, as were several other students. Jekilt shook his head as he trotted over. He was eating some sticky balls of rice sweetened with a lovely sauce Umina knew from back home. Her stomach rumbled, and Jekilt passed her a few. Umina scarfed them down. The [Captain] shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s nothing to be sorry about. You won, Umina. A win\u2019s a win. It makes all of our effort look pointless, though. Which is the lesson the Professor probably wants us to learn.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at the others. Kaelma nodded as she tilted her head back and took the drink down hard, gulping it down. Umina blushed.<\/p>\n \u201cI still feel bad. You were all fighting so hard, and I used you as a distraction. Especially Wil. I couldn\u2019t have done it without him occupying the Iron Vanguard.\u201d<\/p>\n Merrik grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cHear that? She couldn\u2019t have done it without us occupying all of the Iron Vanguard\u2019s [Mages]! Which means\u2014eh\u2014wait\u2014so no one would have won if we didn\u2019t do our best. But since we did, Umina won. But if we\u2019d all acted like she did\u2014so how would we<\/em> have won?\u201d<\/p>\n He broke off, muttering to himself. One of the others, the Oldblood Drake with the folded wings, shrugged. She spat a small wisp of darkness out; it dissipated quickly in the blood-red evening sky.<\/p>\n \u201cProbably by having a better endgame plan. Facing Tulm the Mithril in a scrum was suicide. You saw how he flattened your Minotaur with a single punch, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Jekilt nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cVenaz? I\u2019ve never seen anyone do that. What was the Skill he used?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c[The Twice-Born Warlord]. Now there\u2019s<\/em> a Skill worthy of a legend.\u201d<\/p>\n Merrik sighed longingly. The others nodded. Peki frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cYou think he has the Skills too? Is he exactly as strong as Xol? These are the questions. I would have liked to fight him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFat chance of that now. You saw how he swanned off at once. Can\u2019t take a defeat, that one.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not like he\u2019s going to stay and drink with you, Merrik. Or that he\u2019d be that fun to hang around. I am disappointed that Xol left, though. I wanted to ask him to sign my helmet!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe too! And I owe him a punch for smashing me into the ground! My head\u2019s still ringing! Hey, did you see how he took out Tefret? Poor bastard didn\u2019t even stand a chance. And I thought he\u2019d be the one to make it to the endgame! Let\u2019s see if we can get it on replay. Oi! You, the [Mage] with the hat!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina edged back from the group as they turned on a [Mage] trying to pour an entire keg\u2019s worth of alcohol into a bag of holding. She was glad, really, but she had a job to do, so after raiding the food table for a very tasty rodent of some kind on a skewer, she headed out in search of the person she really needed to talk to.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t hard to find her. Marian hadn\u2019t gone far, and she stood out from the crowd because she was, well, a Centaur. Even in packed spaces, Centaurs got space. After a horse stepped on your foot once, even by accident, you didn\u2019t let it happen twice. She was eating from a plate heaped with oats and covered in a spicy salsa that the Centauress liked. Even though it gave her indigestion.<\/p>\n She was talking with another Centaur, a student from another class. Umina edged over. She knew Marian saw her, but the Centaur [Strategist] didn\u2019t acknowledge her. Umina coughed.<\/p>\n \u201cUh, Marian. Can I have a word?\u201d<\/p>\n The other Centaur glanced over and saw Umina. Marian turned her head and something about her posture might have given away her feelings; the other Centaur made himself scarce in a moment. Marian and Umina stared at each other. The Centauress chewed her food, and swallowed. She spoke shortly.<\/p>\n \u201cHi, Umina. Congratulations on winning.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you? I mean\u2014I wanted to say sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat for? It was a game. You won. Congratulations.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Marian furiously shoveled another mouthful of oats and nearly choked. She glared at Umina.<\/p>\n \u201cEveryone knows all we had to do was win. You did that. Good job.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMarian. I really am sorry. I just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust what<\/em>, Umina? Just stabbed me in the flank?\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardgirl was silent. Marian took a deep breath. She stared at Umina, and a note of hurt entered her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought we were a team. Wasn\u2019t that what we said? Why did you run off?\u201d<\/p>\n Umina traced the ground with one foot.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014I just had an idea. You know, with the [Nightwoman] we met? I wanted to see if she\u2019d help me. I didn\u2019t know if it would work. It was just an idea. I thought it wouldn\u2019t work, so\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf you thought it wouldn\u2019t work, why didn\u2019t you tell me? No, don\u2019t answer. You thought it would<\/em> work, and you wanted to win.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian abandoned her food entirely. She tossed her plate on a table to fold her arms. Umina protested weakly.<\/p>\n \u201cI really didn\u2019t know. And\u2014look, I knew you and Venaz wanted to try Luan\u2019s idea. You might have succeeded! You nearly did.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExcept that you<\/em> won.\u201d<\/p>\n The two stared at each other. Marian tossed her head angrily. Umina spoke in a small voice.<\/p>\n \u201cI really am sorry. I didn\u2019t know you were that close. If I\u2019d known\u2026Marian, look. I have a question, alright? And I get an item from the Professor\u2019s vaults. What if\u2014if I gave you the question? I can ask it and tell you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Marian jerked as if Umina had slapped her. Her cheeks grew red.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t patronize me! If you\u2019re going to stab me in the back, don\u2019t give away your victory. You won. You ask the Professor a question. Don\u2019t be like\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She waved an arm, frustrated. Umina nodded. She looked down at her claws.<\/p>\n \u201cI really am sorry, Marian.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, well. Sorry doesn\u2019t change anything, does it? We were supposed to win together.\u201d<\/p>\n That was true. Umina rubbed at one eye. Marian glanced at her. Looked away. Then she looked back.<\/p>\n \u201cI suppose at least one of us won.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMarian. I\u2019m so\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t say it. Just\u2014fine. Fine, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n Marian reached out and grabbed her friend. She hugged Umina so tightly the Lizardgirl squeaked<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not forgiving you just yet. I\u2019m out a lot of money thanks to you, and I have to duel a [Weapon Master] every morning now! You owe me big. So you\u2019d better tell me a bit about what the Professor\u2019s room is like and what he says to you. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n The Centauress let go. Umina nodded rapidly. She opened her mouth, caught herself, and decided to stop talking for a while. And that helped. So did the alcohol Marian filled up in a huge tankard. The Centauress drank down one mug, then another. In quick succession. So went the legendary Centaur tolerance for alcohol. After that, Marian looked more cheerful.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd at least I<\/em> didn\u2019t have to wade through that sewage again. That almost makes it worth it. Was it nasty?\u201d<\/p>\n Umina shuddered.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have no idea. The last place we were in was clean compared to the one I had to have the [Nightpeople] excavate.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian paused as she grabbed her plate of oats.<\/p>\n \u201cIt wasn\u2019t that bad.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh yeah? How\u2019d I get poo on my head?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Marian thought about that. She put her plate back, no longer hungry. Umina wasn\u2019t much either. She looked around, struck by a thought now she\u2019d talked to Marian.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere\u2019s Luan? I didn\u2019t see him. Did he get captured?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHim? No. I lost track of him in the final push. He helped us out, though. And he stopped Xol! With children, no less! He\u2019s one interesting City Runner. Want to see if we can find him?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe stopped Xol with\u2014yes, let\u2019s find him!\u201d<\/p>\n Marian nodded. She led Umina through the crowd, catching her up while Umina described in brief her adventure in the septic tanks, locating the right one and waiting for her moment. In truth, Marian\u2019s story was far more engaging; Umina\u2019s had mostly been one of patience and trying not to throw up.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, look! There he is!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina spotted Luan in the crowd. It wasn\u2019t hard to find him either after a bit of searching; he was Human, but his skin tone made him look Chandrarian, and the Terandrians were also a bit shorter than he was. Umina waved excitedly.<\/p>\n \u201cLuan!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s you two. I saw you won. Good job!\u201d<\/p>\n Luan smiled as he walked over. He\u2019d been looking around the party. Now he grinned at Umina in a satisfied way that told both [Strategists] that he had no idea how momentous Umina\u2019s victory had been. Umina glanced at Marian.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks. I, uh, well, I owe you for encouraging me. And giving me the idea, really. Where were you? Did you get captured in the end?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMe? No. Once everyone poured out of the apartments, I decided to stay back. I\u2019ve been looking for my boat at the harbor.\u201d<\/p>\n Luan made a sour face. Umina frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cYour boat? I didn\u2019t see it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cExactly. My scull\u2019s wrecked and sunk. It wasn\u2019t that strong to begin with, but the collision\u2014I\u2019ll have to take a Centaur cart all the way back to Talenqual, or rent a canoe<\/em> here. I\u2019d rather take the cart.\u201d<\/p>\n Luan scowled. Marian raised one brow, slightly offended by the comparison.<\/p>\n \u201cSince you\u2019re still here, can I ask whether or not you\u2019ve been paid?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have your gold. But I haven\u2019t seen that damn Minotaur yet. Do you know where he is?\u201d<\/p>\n The [Rower] scowled. Umina looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cNot me. But that\u2019s a good point. Where is Venaz? I\u2019d expect him to be arguing with everyone and challenging all the officer classes to a fight.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian craned her neck. She shaded her eyes against the sunset\u2019s glow.<\/p>\n \u201cHe looked down after the battle. Was losing really that hard on him?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s find him. I want to apologize to him as well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t bother. I\u2019m the one you owed the apology to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMarian\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The two were joking as Luan looked around with a frown. He took in the tables, and Umina distinctly heard a gurgle from his stomach. He pointed hesitantly to a table laden with food.<\/p>\n \u201cThis food\u2019s free, right? Can I get some even if I\u2019m not a citizen of Daquin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course!\u201d<\/p>\n Luan smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cIn that case\u2014hold on. I\u2019ll be back in a second.\u201d<\/p>\n He hurried over to a table and grabbed a plate. Umina laughed. And then she saw something peculiar. Luan reached into a pocket and, after a glance around, pulled something out. Umina saw a bright glow, almost like a spell coming from a little device in his hands. The City Runner held it up and did a slow circle, before going over the buffet with it in hand.<\/p>\n Almost as if he were\u2026she frowned and nudged Marian. The Centauress spotted Luan\u2019s motions and nodded. The two trotted over as Luan filled a plate. He put the little rectangle back in his pocket. Marian casually glanced at his laden plate and cup.<\/p>\n \u201cNice selection. What was that flash of light?\u201d<\/p>\n Luan froze for a second. Then he gave her a disarming smile.<\/p>\n \u201cUh\u2014artifact. I, uh, just wanted to get a better look. So my friends back at the company could see everything. Where do you think Venaz is?\u201d<\/p>\n Neither the smile nor quick topic change fooled Marian or Umina. They exchanged a look. Interesting. It could have just been any number of minor magical artifacts. But given that it was Luan\u2026Umina\u2019s instincts tingled.<\/p>\n Something to discuss. Or look into. But neither [Strategist] brought it up. Instead, Umina looked around with a frown.<\/p>\n \u201cHe mentioned that Armor Captain. Shailt? What was that about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh! You missed it, Umina. We ran into an entire company right outside the apartment, and Venaz was challenged by their leader. She was a Minotaur, and he actually took her down!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAn Iron Vanguard\u2019s Armor Captain?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what I said! He was worried about her. Something about her jaw? I don\u2019t remember. Let\u2019s find a [Healer]. He might be with them.\u201d<\/p>\n Ironically, the [Healers] were hardest to find. Not because they didn\u2019t have an aid station set up where those too badly hurt to be cured immediately were being treated, but because it was so hard moving from street to street.<\/p>\n Daquin was packed, and people who recognized Marian and Umina just had to come up and congratulate her, or tell Marian how close she\u2019d gotten. Luan had finished one plate and was halfway through another by the time they spotted a familiar horned head talking to a [Healer].<\/p>\n \u201cVenaz! There you are. Why aren\u2019t you having fun?\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur turned around. He still wore the uncharacteristically depressed expression he\u2019d had earlier on. He nodded to the Lizardgirl.<\/p>\n \u201cUmina. Congratulations on your victory. It was well-deserved. I need to remember that underhandedness in the future.\u201d<\/p>\n They were the right words, but without any of the arrogance that normally came with it. Umina blinked up at Venaz. He noticed Luan and grimaced.<\/p>\n \u201cLuan. I haven\u2019t found my money pouch. I\u2019d get the Merchant\u2019s Guild to withdraw me some coin, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He gestured around the chaotic streets. No Merchant\u2019s Guild was going to be open; Umina saw a [Merchant] dancing in the street with a [Barman]. Luan folded his arms.<\/p>\n \u201cCan you borrow some?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFrom another student? I suppose so. I\u2019ll do it in a few minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur sighed. This melancholy was so unnatural that all three, Luan, Marian, and Umina, stared at him with worry. Even Luan, who\u2019d known Venaz all of a few hours.<\/p>\n \u201cVenaz, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head slowly and glanced towards the aid station. It was a commandeered inn, and the patients were resting upstairs. Although given the raucous streets, the rest component was debatable.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve disgraced myself in front of my people. No matter what the Professor says.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? You hardly did worse than anyone else. You even got a reward! I know it wasn\u2019t as good as Wil, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot that. I know my performance wasn\u2019t stellar, but I demonstrated my abilities and faced off against Tulm himself. I don\u2019t regret that. It\u2019s Armor Captain Shailt.\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz pointed towards the door. Umina glanced in, but the other Minotaur must have been upstairs already. She glanced up at Venaz.<\/p>\n \u201cIs she badly hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a weaponless match. If she\u2019d kept her weapon, I have no doubt I would have lost, even if I\u2019d used one of mine. But the duel was fair. I pride myself on my victory! She\u2019s at least a Level 30 [Warrior]\u2014the fact that I bested her is a mark of pride. Or it would be. But her jaw\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He broke off and stared at one of his clenched fists.<\/p>\n \u201cI misjudged my strength. I was wearing gauntlets. I hit her too hard, and my punch shattered her bones. I know it did. I felt it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut that wasn\u2019t all your fault. She challenged you.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian shifted her hooves uncertainly. Venaz shook his head stubbornly.<\/p>\n \u201cTo injure another Minotaur is normal. If this were a battle, even a death could be understood. But in a sparring match? A game? A permanent injury is far different than a wound that could be healed by potion. If I force Armor Captain Shailt to retire because of my careless blow, I could never forgive myself.\u201d<\/p>\n He paced back and forth in front of the inn. And he looked so guilty that Umina couldn\u2019t help but feel bad for him. She\u2019d never seen Venaz beat himself up nearly this much over anything, even losing to Marian. And in a way, she could respect his guilt. She put a hand on his arm, standing up on tiptoe to do so.<\/p>\n \u201cHey. It\u2019ll be fine. The Professor runs a Great Company, Venaz. You think he doesn\u2019t have the best [Bone Healers] around? If Shailt doesn\u2019t get better with the [Healers] here, I\u2019ll bet he calls in an expert, no matter the cost. The Iron Vanguard will for one of their Armor Captains.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian nodded encouragingly.<\/p>\n \u201cThey have experience with all kinds of injuries, Venaz. There\u2019s no way you did enough damage with a single punch to be beyond fixing.\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz perked up a bit, but grew despondent just as fast.<\/p>\n \u201cTrue, true. But even then, shattered bone is different from a break. All the pieces\u2014you can\u2019t even heal them with a potion. And if the wound begins to heal before it can be seen to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Umina wondered if they could find the Professor, or another [Healer] to reassure Venaz. She was about to suggest it when Luan, who had been listening intently, stepped in. The [Rower] tapped Venaz on the shoulder and spoke seriously.<\/p>\n \u201cIf your Armor Captain doesn\u2019t have the right [Healer] see to her here, Venaz, my company can help out. Either bring her to Talenqual, or I can bring my friend to her. There\u2019s a [Doctor] in my company who can mend almost any wound. She might be able to restore even shattered jaws.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour company?\u201d<\/p>\n Umina blinked at Luan. Venaz did too.<\/p>\n \u201cYour stupid company?\u201d<\/p>\n Luan sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cMy company has an expert with us. She\u2019s a [Doctor], not a [Healer].\u201d<\/p>\n The man said it as if this were a good thing. All three [Strategists] blinked at him. Umina swished her tail uneasily.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, one of those weirdos who hacks off limbs with saws and stuff? They\u2019re\u2026okay, I guess, but most of them aren\u2019t better than a [Healer] with decent potions.\u201d<\/p>\n Luan looked offended.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s far better than that. My friend\u2014Geneva\u2014she\u2019s saved hundreds of lives on the battlefield. [Soldiers] had a name for her because she was so good at saving lives, they call her the Last Light of Baleros. I saw her save a War Walker shot full of Evercut Arrows once. His arm was nearly gone, and she reattached it by herself.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian whistled slowly. Umina\u2019s jaw opened. She had never heard of the Last Light of Baleros. But a [Doctor] who could reattach an arm? Short of serious magic or a healing potion like no other, that was<\/em> incredible. And Evercut Arrows? Venaz stared at Luan and spoke slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cA [Doctor] who can perform that level of healing? On a battlefield? That\u2019s\u2026incredible. If I had a [Doctor] like that in an army, I could reduce casualties by\u2026you could create a vastly more efficient army that way!\u201d<\/p>\n He was blinking fast. Umina waved an urgent claw.<\/p>\n \u201cBut she could also help Shailt, if need be, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t see why not. I can at least ask her. She\u2019s mended broken ribs, and all kinds of other breaks before.\u201d<\/p>\n Luan nodded. Venaz looked up. He frowned, then nodded decisively.<\/p>\n \u201cIf Shailt does not recover. No, even if she does. Luan. If your [Doctor] friend is willing, would she consider journeying to Elvallian? I\u2019d like to introduce her to the Professor. That is\u2014the Titan of Baleros.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Rower]\u2019s eyes widened. Umina and Marian glanced at Venaz in surprise, but not for the same reason. Marian snapped her fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cThat might actually impress the Professor. If he hasn\u2019t seen something like this already. Damn. Can I take partial credit, Venaz?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou want Geneva to come to your\u2014city? To meet the Titan?\u201d<\/p>\n Luan spoke slowly. Venaz nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy not? He\u2019s always interested in new ideas. And even if he doesn\u2019t allocate class time, I could get his interest by running an experiment. Hire someone to be cut open and test her versus a healing potion. Or break a leg. Yes. What\u2019s her rate?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRate? I, uh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVenaz. There you are.\u201d<\/p>\n A voice interrupted Luan as he blinked and tried to respond. The students and City Runner turned to see an older Centaur trotting towards them. Marian bowed slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cProfessor Perorn!\u201d<\/p>\n Luan looked up at the Centauress as both Venaz and Umina bowed slightly as well. He stared at her, and the Centauress stared back. Her eyes shifted to Venaz.<\/p>\n \u201cI was told you were asking about Captain Shailt. Her injuries don\u2019t seem to be outside of healing. Lord Astoragon has sent for a healer specializing in this kind of injury. You needn\u2019t worry. Who is this?\u201d<\/p>\n Venaz let out a relieved sigh. He gestured to Luan.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is Luan, Professor Perorn. Luan, this is one of our teachers. Perorn Sadiluc.\u201d<\/p>\n Luan bowed slightly, copying the students. And again, Umina saw he had no idea of who Perorn was.<\/p>\n \u201cPleased to meet you, Professor. City Runner by water. I\u2019m a [Rower]. I was hired for this game by, uh, Venaz.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Galewinds Strategist] nodded politely as well. She looked Luan up and down searchingly, and Umina wondered if she was unhappy about the City Runner\u2019s participation. No. That made no sense. But she definitely seemed interested. Then again, Professor Perorn was the sort of person who would sweep a dirty corridor in the academy if she spotted it.<\/p>\n \u201cDid I hear you saying you intended to bring someone to the academy, Venaz? After the last incident with the fire spitters, I\u2019d hope you\u2019d run any ideas by a teacher first.\u201d<\/p>\n The Minotaur hesitated as Marian snorted.<\/p>\n \u201cThis is hardly on the same level, Professor. I\u2019m considering inviting a [Doctor] with exceptional skill. She\u2019s apparently renowned as the Last Light or something. You see, it would fit nicely with my proposals about a casualty-intensive battlefront that I intend to submit to Professor Astoragon\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Marian and Umina both rolled their eyes, but Perorn\u2019s eyebrows shot up. She glanced sharply at Luan and shifted her hooves slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Last Light of Baleros? I heard a rumor about her. Tell me, how good is she?\u201d<\/p>\n Luan frowned. He hesitated, and then nodded decisively.<\/p>\n \u201cThe best in the world. I think I can say that definitively.\u201d<\/p>\n This time all three students made sounds of disbelief. But Perorn didn\u2019t. She looked at Luan, and then glanced at the other students.<\/p>\n \u201cOne second, please.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina backed up as Perorn drew Luan aside. They spoke for a moment, and she saw Luan glancing at Perorn\u2019s hindquarters. No, at her leg.<\/em> Umina\u2019s jaw dropped. Marian blinked rapidly.<\/p>\n \u201cDoes Professor Perorn think\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo way. The best healing potions didn\u2019t save her leg.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut a [Doctor]\u2014don\u2019t they just cut off arms?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSew them back on too is what I heard. Mad. I heard they were close to [Necromancers]. But the Last Light of Baleros?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHmf. Luan didn\u2019t lie. Not according to my amulet. I\u2019d better do more research. If he\u2019s telling the truth\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n All three broke off as Perorn exclaimed.<\/p>\n \u201cReally?<\/em> You\u2019re sure about that?\u201d<\/p>\n The students tried to covertly shuffle forwards. They caught the tail-end of Luan\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. But she could reattach a hand that\u2019s just been severed. And I know of operations that can splice tendons together. Maybe Geneva could\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Both Centaur and Human looked up. Venaz looked up and pretended to stare at the sky. Umina tried to whistle. Marian turned around. Perorn glared.<\/p>\n \u201cI believe I was clear on the meaning of privacy. Or do I need to prepare a lesson on civility as well?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo Professor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s an open street.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian kicked Venaz. Perorn looked at Luan. She nodded curtly.<\/p>\n \u201cBring her to the academy. I\u2019ll authorize it. I\u2019m sure Lord Astoragon will if need be as well. We\u2019ll send a formal invitation along with the cost of travel expenses. Does this [Doctor] need any tools?\u201d<\/p>\n Luan smiled. He looked excited, as well as nervous.<\/p>\n \u201cShe has her own set. And she has a number of tools that can help with everything from sickness to delivering babies.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDelivering babies? Alright, now I\u2019ve heard it all.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian was derisive. Luan protested.<\/p>\n \u201cShe can do it! Geneva\u2019s capable of delivering children when there are difficulties in childbirth as well.\u201d<\/p>\n Umina was skeptical.<\/p>\n \u201cYou say that. But childbirth, fixing bones, reattaching arms\u2026this isn\u2019t some fake cure-all, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n She expected Luan to grow defensive. But to her surprise, the man\u2019s expression calmed. He smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. It\u2019s medicine. <\/em>You see, what Geneva performs is known as a Caesarian Section. Anyone can do it, but she is one of a few experts\u2014perhaps the only one who can do it reliably. The way it works is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n It was just as well Umina hadn\u2019t eaten much. She listened to Luan\u2019s description with mounting horror. A way of cutting open stomachs to remove babies inside the mother? It sounded barbaric. And yet, Luan described it with such confidence and detail that Umina was impressed, despite herself. Venaz was shaking his head after Luan was done.<\/p>\n \u201cBabies, limbs, I have to see this. So does the Professor. If you\u2019re not lying, bring her over by all means.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll arrange it. And yes, Venaz, you\u2019ll get credit.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn stomped her hooves briskly. She looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cYou all enjoy the night\u2019s party. I have to return to Elvallian.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh! Professor, aren\u2019t you going back with the caravan\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cToo slow. I\u2019minthemoodtorun.\u201d<\/p>\n Perorn\u2019s hooves shot forwards. She zipped forwards, surprising Umina. The revelers turned and stared as Fleethoof galloped past them, from standing to faster than a Human could sprint in a moment. Luan stared.<\/p>\n \u201cWho was that?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat was Fleethoof. One of our Professors. Almost as famous as Tulm the Mithril.\u201d<\/p>\n Marian informed him archly. Luan stared at her. He blinked a few times.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve got to ask more questions.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you have to meet our class! They\u2019ll want to hear all about your [Doctor]. And I want to know more about your rowing! And how you beat the Iron Vanguard into the harbor!\u201d<\/p>\n Umina pointed back towards the plaza. Luan nodded amiably. He grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cI could use some drinks. And more food. But just one more thing before that. Venaz.\u201d<\/p>\n He turned to the Minotaur. Venaz blinked at him.<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGive me my money.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Out of Daquin. Like lightning. The owl that had carried Niers back towards his home had nothing on the blur that raced down the streets, around people, jumping over wagons, as fast as any Courier. Students, civilians, and [Mages] looked up and stared. Some cried out her name in surprise. But by the time their words were echoing, she was gone.<\/p>\n Fleethoof<\/em>. She raced down the trade road, weaving around other travellers on the road. Her four legs galloped, and the ground melted away in front of her. Perorn ran with the humid wind on her face as the sun set. And she felt alive.<\/em><\/p>\n She was indeed running back. Her leg hurt, but something, perhaps a meeting beforehand, had caused Perorn to forget all about her pain. It blossomed fiercely in her chest, beating right next to her heart.<\/p>\n Hope.<\/p>\n On a warship heading north across the coastline of Baleros, a silent crew attended to their duties with the exact opposite feeling in their guts. They were the Iron Vanguard. The might of a Great Company. More powerful than any one nation. And yet, they moved in almost complete silence. Nursing bruises, minor cuts, and worst of all, injured egos.<\/p>\n They had lost. But far more egregious, far more terrifying, was the fact that he<\/em> had lost. Their leader. You couldn\u2019t have gotten a laugh out of the crew with a Level 40 [Jester]. As they sailed through the beginning night, a Dullahan bearing a precious cargo headed above decks from the ship\u2019s hold.<\/p>\n He was carrying a head. And it wasn\u2019t his own. This head was far larger, and it still wore the helmet, the armor identical to his body. Xol, the War Walker, patiently waited as the Dullahan porting him carried him up the steps and onto the deck. The crew of Dullahans all paused to bow to him, those that weren\u2019t immediately busy. He acknowledged them briefly as he passed, but the dour mood had infected him as well. His bearer took him towards the ship\u2019s cabin, normally reserved for the [Captain], but now occupied by a much more prestigious guest.<\/p>\n The Dullahan stopped at the door to the cabin. A pair of silent Midnight Shields were standing guard at the door, and their attitude was intense.<\/em> They were taking the defeat worst of all. The Dullahan gulped, but the Midnight Shield let him knock anyways.<\/p>\n \u201cStrategist. Xol to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEnter.\u201d<\/p>\n A crisp voice instantly replied. One of the Dullahans on guard swung the door open, and the Dullahan porter entered. And there he had a surprise.<\/p>\n Because inside the cabin wasn\u2019t doom, gloom, or even sulkiness. In fact, the person standing inside the cabin, his armor gleaming, was quite calmly feeding himself dinner while his head rested on the table. The Dullahan porter paused, surprised.<\/p>\n He<\/em> didn\u2019t look upset. And, strangest of all, he wasn\u2019t. As the Dullahan carried Xol\u2019s head into the cabin on a pillow, Tulm the Mithril glanced to his right at an orb he was speaking into.<\/p>\n \u201cXol has arrived, Seer. Your pardons, Xol, I was finishing my meal as I spoke. May I offer you refreshment?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt would be welcomed.\u201d<\/p>\n Xol replied politely. As was customary among the Dullahans, the status of the two had already been decided the moment Xol entered the room. And despite the War Walker\u2019s age and status as a titan among Dullahans, Tulm was still the superior. Now the two heads rested together on little cushions, talking together as Dullahans did in a little circle of heads, leaving their bodies free to act autonomously.<\/p>\n In this case, Tulm\u2019s body was feeding himself, and very quickly a Dullahan [Server] entered the room and began to serve Xol food. Headless, of course; it wouldn\u2019t do for someone to join the conversation. Especially because the attitude was very informal, as befitted old friends. If someone else joined the conversation, everything would have to be very formal. Especially given who was listening from the scrying orb.<\/p>\n \u201cA light wine, then. And to eat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMm. I will have the catch of the day, whatever that may be, with a pasta sprinkled with the oregano sauce. Hold the addition of salt and provide me with a lemon for the fish.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNoted.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm delicately wrote the requested dish down and handed it to the headless [Server], who took it and came back with a plate of food and drink during the conversation. The duality of heads and headless would have bothered another species, but Tulm and Xol barely broke stride. Tulm instantly turned back to the scrying orb.<\/p>\n \u201cAs I was saying. The defeat was close, and avoidable. If I had prepared more fully, it might have been reversed despite the intrusion of House Kallinad\u2019s reinforcement. As it is, I can only offer my regrets, Seer.\u201d<\/p>\n Xol held his breath. Tulm was apologetic, but there was little actual regret in his tone. Certainly not the humiliation or pain the rest of the crew was feeling, Xol included. There was a rumble from the orb.<\/p>\n \u201cDO NOT REGRET IT, TULM. I QUITE ENJOYED IT.\u201d<\/p>\n The voice rumbled throughout the cabin, a low, bass roar that reminded those listening of the thunder of rocks falling down a mountain. It was\u2014well, to call it a shout was wrong because a shout was a certain way of speaking that involved force, effort, the maximal volume lungs could produce. This voice was as loud as any shout, but it was spoken in a conversational, even casual tone.<\/p>\n It was loud.<\/em> Tulm\u2019s own plate vibrated slightly, and he winced as the liquid in his cup danced, and a bit splattered on the tablecloth. Xol wished he could massage his ears; he\u2019d felt his earwax vibrate.<\/p>\n \u201cSeer, may I regretfully request that you lower your tone? Our confine is enclosed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAPOLOGIES. HOW\u2019S THIS?\u201d<\/p>\n The operatic, booming tone lowered slightly in intensity. But not by much. Tulm sighed. Volume control was among the Seer of Steel\u2019s few weaknesses. He tried to adjust the scrying orb\u2019s volume instead, and the volume did indeed reduce. But the size of the voice couldn\u2019t be changed so easily.<\/p>\n \u201cI have a few small victories to share. Among them was my ability to use my appraisal Skill on all of the students and a number of the Forgotten Wing officers during the game. I have had a [Scribe] write down their rough levels and Skills. The information will help us if we come across them in the field or in hiring. A small compensation.\u201d<\/p>\n He indicated a sheaf of papers. The voice in the orb rumbled.<\/p>\n \u201cUSEFUL. BUT A LOSS IS A LOSS. I SHARE YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT, TULM. HOWEVER, IT WAS A GAMBLE.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm calmly fed himself more of his dish, a lasagna-type meal neatly arranged and cut into pieces. Xol stared from Tulm to the orb.<\/p>\n \u201cPardon me, Mithril. Seer. But the crew and I were under the impression this was our battle to lose. Morale is low.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm glanced up and nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cAs it should be. However, Xol, I regard this loss as partially inevitable. The Titan invited me to this game. I came with every advantage I could reasonably take, including yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd I was unable to grant you victory. It was my weakness, Mithril.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWAS IT? I THINK OTHERWISE. AS DOES TULM.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cTo play the Titan\u2019s game is to invite defeat. The only question was whether he intended us to play or not. I decided to take the risk. And I lost. I am ashamed. But not surprised. My teacher is insurmountable in his ability to play mind games. If I dragged him onto the battlefield, I would be more sure of victory. But this game?\u201d<\/p>\n He shrugged. Xol stared at Tulm.<\/p>\n \u201cThen, Mithril, if I may ask. Why take the risk? Why invite humiliation to the Iron Vanguard, however great or small it may be?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBECAUSE OF WHAT WAS OFFERED.\u201d<\/p>\n The Seer\u2019s voice made the cutlery rattle. Tulm nodded briefly. He looked up at Xol.<\/p>\n \u201cA question.\u201d<\/p>\n Xol\u2019s brow wrinkled.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought it was the prize from his armory. A gift worthy of the Seer of Steel. What question could the Titan answer that the Seer of Steel could not?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked respectfully at the orb. There was a rumble, not so much words, but noise. Tulm put down his fork.<\/p>\n \u201cOnly one that matters. It is not your concern, Xol. Yet.\u201d<\/p>\n That was a polite way of saying that Xol wasn\u2019t important enough to know. Which told the War Walker exactly how important the question must be. He looked at Tulm\u2019s head, and the Dullahan closed his eyes. When he opened them, his silver gaze met Xol\u2019s steadily.<\/p>\n \u201cIf I had won, I would have considered it worth the cost even if we had left four out of the six warships and their crews at the bottom of the harbor. And, as much as it pains me, even you, Xol.\u201d<\/p>\n Xol inhaled sharply. He hadn\u2019t taken offense; why would he? But it was the magnitude of what Tulm suggested that gripped his heart below decks.<\/p>\n \u201cThen why did we not deploy a dozen warships? Bring in as much of an army as possible?\u201d<\/p>\n The Mithril smiled ruefully.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sure the Titan would have countered that. He already broadcast his game to the world. I brought what I could, Xol. I employed any number of tactics. And still I failed. His student, Wil Kallinad, was impressive. As were some of the others. I regret my defeat. But it was worth the risk.\u201d<\/p>\n The three fell silent. And after a moment, the Seer of Steel spoke.<\/p>\n \u201cINDEED. BUT WHAT WOULD MOTIVATE THE TITAN TO PLAY A GAME OF SUCH RISK WITH LITTLE REWARD?\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm frowned. Now that was the question, wasn\u2019t it? He stared at his empty plate. And then, to Xol\u2019s surprise, he chuckled. And then laughed. It was a short laugh, but it was a laugh. Only in this unguarded room did it come out. Xol stared at Tulm. The younger Dullahan looked up. And then he addressed the orb, as was proper.<\/p>\n \u201cMy apologies, Seer. Xol. But I recalled something the Professor once said to me. He told me once that he\u2019d burn down a forest to win a card game, if the stakes were high enough.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh.\u201d<\/p>\n Xol exhaled softly. It was a phrase he\u2019d expect from the Titan of Baleros.<\/p>\n \u201cThen the only question is, was what the Titan sought worth the risk?\u201d<\/p>\n The War Walker glanced at Tulm, looking for answers. But the Dullahan just frowned, pondering. No one spoke for a while. At last, the Seer of Steel\u2019s voice vibrated through the room.<\/p>\n \u201cTULM. UNCOVER THAT ANSWER IF YOU WILL. I WILL AWAIT YOU IN PERSON. IF THE TITAN WILL NOT ANSWER BY GAMES, THE ANSWER MUST BE FOUND ANOTHER WAY. IF THE QUESTION IS NOT FRUITLESS IN ITSELF.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm raised his head and nodded. Slowly, he fastened the head onto his shoulders and looked at the scrying orb.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd if it is a question worth answering?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTHEN IT IS WORTH ALMOST ANY COST. PAY IT.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril nodded, and Xol did likewise. That was all that needed to be said. The figure in the scrying orb turned.<\/p>\n \u201cXOL.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSeer.\u201d<\/p>\n The image winked out. Tulm sat back and rubbed at one ear. Xol envied him.<\/p>\n \u201cSo this is a defeat for the Iron Vanguard.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA setback. A defeat would see far more ships burned and our officers downed, if the Professor had willed it. Xol, I thank you for your efforts. You have leave to rest. Unless you have anything else to bring before me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI do, Mithril.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm glanced at Xol\u2019s head, surprised. It was rare for the War Walker to request anything.<\/p>\n \u201cSpeak.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI request to allocate forty, no, sixty gold coins from my funds. And to request connection with the central Adventuring Guild in any major city.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEasy enough. I will conduct both affairs now.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm reached for the scrying orb. He spoke into it, and after a few instructions to the [Mage] controlling it, and a slight pause, an image appeared in the orb. A very nervous, very widely smiling Lizardman appeared.<\/p>\n \u201cMy\u2014my goodness! Tulm the Mithril and <\/em>Xol of Ingrilt? How can Zevai\u2019s Adventuring Guild assist my honored guests today?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe smallest of things.\u201d<\/p>\n Xol spoke politely and carefully, aware of Tulm\u2019s curious eyes on him. He was embarrassed to even bring it up in front of his commanding officer, but there was no time like now, in case he forgot.<\/p>\n \u201cI would like to put a bounty up. On one Luan the City Runner.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm glanced at Xol. The Lizardman blinked only once, and then nodded rapidly.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course, of course! Anything for the Iron Vanguard\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. This is a personal bounty. Please register it as such.\u201d<\/p>\n The Lizardfolk instantly scribbled a note. He was sweating; he didn\u2019t want to make a mistake.<\/p>\n \u201cNaturally. I have made the note. Um, Sir Xol, may I ask a few questions about the nature of the bounty?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh. Well then. For helpfulness\u2019 sake, may I ask if this is a lethal or nonlethal bounty?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNonlethal.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh! Nonlethal, excellent, excellent. We have a wide selection of options if you have any preferences. We offer maiming, permanent disfigurement, loss of an eye, branding\u2014that\u2019s extra\u2014minor humiliation, property damage, superficial beatings\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo permanent damage. Superficial beatings. And did you say property damage?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, of course! We can put in a request for burned houses, financial damage, theft\u2014I know this isn\u2019t how other continent\u2019s guilds do their jobs, but we aim to please, and if you have any specific items in mind\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe has a boat. Destroy the boat. But don\u2019t harm him. That\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have made a note. And I will place the bounty up at once! Ah\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Iron Vanguard will send the payment directly.\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm spoke up for the first time. The Lizardman jumped.<\/p>\n \u201cOf course! And if you have any more needs, please don\u2019t hesitate to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The connection faded. Tulm sat back and regarded Xol. The Mithril looked amused.<\/p>\n \u201cA small thing, Xol? Did the City Runner cause you some form of insult?\u201d<\/p>\n The War Walker frowned mildly.<\/p>\n \u201cSome things should be dealt with. There is fairness, and there is justice. I did not appreciate the risk to the children.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see. It is your decision.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n The two sat in silence for another minute. Xol sighed. His pride still hurt, even hearing Tulm\u2019s reasoning. The Mithril glanced at him, and then out the porthole at the sea. The ship\u2019s lights illuminated the dark waters, but the horizon was vast and the sea endless. The Iron Vanguard\u2019s navy, first and foremost among the Four Great Companies\u2014no, the only naval power of the four, was a small thing compared to the vastness of the ocean.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was just a game, Xol.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. And I wonder who really won?\u201d<\/p>\n Tulm the Mithril looked up. His eyes flashed. He wondered the same question. For after all, as sanguine as he appeared, he had lost. He sat with Xol, thinking about the Titan, wondering what game his former mentor was playing.<\/p>\n They called him the second-greatest [Strategist] of Baleros. The second of the Iron Vanguard. Second in many things. And they told stories about him. Many of the stories were fake. The rest were exaggerated. But there was one thing no one knew. Tulm\u2019s class. A class only he, the Seer of Steel, and Niers Astoragon knew he possessed. Perhaps Foliana too, but you could never tell what she knew. Or if she cared. But it was his class, and it was a class to shake the world.<\/p>\n [Dragonslayer Strategist].<\/em><\/p>\n Sometimes, the legends were true.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u00a0\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n So Fleethoof ran, Tulm the Mithril sailed away, and his students laughed and partied. Victors, each in their own way. Daquin became a name on every lip until it was not. And for a day, the world revolved around him.<\/p>\n The Titan of Baleros flew through the night, back towards the academy. The owl holding him was swift, and he was nearly back home. Still, he resented the trip; he realized that Perorn would only have arrived a little bit behind him if she was going all-out. Speed was a relative thing, sometimes.<\/p>\n Even so, the Titan was in a good mood. He hummed to himself as Elvallian\u2019s spires came into view and the welcoming lights of his academy appeared before him.<\/p>\n They were coming to see him. All thanks to Venaz, a few lucky moments, and of course, a game that had pulled in every eye across the world. And they all wondered and speculated what his purpose was.<\/p>\n And they were right to wonder. Right to suspect. But the truth was that it was all a feint. The game. Tulm. Even Niers\u2019 question and his gift to Umina, which he\u2019d have to come up with. Oh, he always had his game. And he always liked it to be fun. But this time, it had all been to arrange one meeting. Such a casual one that while everyone stared at Niers\u2019 grand plots and designs, they missed the little trick, the moment hiding amid the grandeur.<\/p>\n Niers laughed to himself. He\u2019d nearly started a war to arrange a meeting. Good thing Tulm hadn\u2019t won. Anyways.<\/p>\n That was what you called a proper<\/em> distraction.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Previous Chapter<\/a> Next Chapter<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There she was. Like a soiled yellow bell pepper, poking up out of the ground. Or\u2014or a lemon covered in crap. Or maybe a yellow onion that someone had dropped in a latrine, half recovered, and then sprinkled with bits of pink\u2014 You know what? There were no proper analogies. None at all. 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