{"id":6419,"date":"2019-08-03T18:28:21","date_gmt":"2019-08-03T18:28:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/wandering-inn\/?p=6419"},"modified":"2025-12-24T01:00:19","modified_gmt":"2025-12-24T01:00:19","slug":"interlude-numbtongue-pt-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wanderinginn.com\/2019\/08\/03\/interlude-numbtongue-pt-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Interlude – Numbtongue (Pt.2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Hey, I’ve got news! Volume 2 of The Wandering Inn might come out as an e-book soon! The Audiobook is scheduled for September 10th! Madness! Find out more details here!<\/a>)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Later, at lunch time, The Wandering Inn was faced with an unusual sight. And that was by the standards of the inn, which meant it was very unusual. Even unexpected. The crowd of Pallassians and Liscorian citizens couldn\u2019t help but stare. One of the many tables in Erin\u2019s common room, enlarged by the [Grand Theatre] Skill, was occupied. That wasn\u2019t the unusual bit. The unusual bit was who sat there still smelling of mud and Shield Spider fluids.<\/p>\n

An Antinium Soldier and a Hobgoblin. They sat casually at the table next to each other, rather than across from each other. It was odd, perhaps, but the distance would have been stranger. And the two could watch more of each other\u2019s body language like this. They spoke in bursts, in a private world in the public inn. The Soldier, Yellow Splatters, nodded as he glanced around the inn at the staring faces. Those he locked eyes with snapped away quickly, but the rest just stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey do look. I knew it before, but now I see them more often.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStare and stare some more. But if we<\/em> stare, they run off.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue bared his teeth. Yellow Splatters looked about and met eyes with a Drake. Said Drake flinched. The Painted Soldier calmly held the gaze until the Drake looked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. This is true.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded and shrugged. He looked down at the bowl in front of him and smiled. He\u2019d just been served, as had Yellow Splatters. He showed the Soldier what was in his bowl and offered him his spoon.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave this. This is my best\u2014no, favorite\u2014<\/em>food.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Painted Soldier stared into the bowl curiously. It was very\u2026orange. He detected small, squiggly noodles in what seemed like some kind of sauce. The Soldier took the spoon, which Numbtongue had been licking, and dipped it into the bowl. He sampled a spoonful.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMac and cheese. Which is\u2026noodles and cheese. Erin says it\u2019s from her home. It\u2019s good for the stomach. Lots of energy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue patted his. Then he frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait. Can you eat noodles?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin said\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He broke off, clearly trying to recall that pertinent bit of information. Yellow Splatters shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy Soldiers and I can eat wheat. It is just\u2026uncomfortable. Later. This is good. The cheese is good. Try mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

He slid his bowl to Numbtongue. The Goblin frowned at the black dots with wings.<\/p>\n

\u201cAcid Flies.\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged and took his spoon back from Yellow Splatters. The Antinium had been using his fingers. Numbtongue loaded his spoon and took a bite. He crunched<\/em> for a second with a sound that made the nearby diners gag. Excepting the other Painted Soldiers, of course. Forty-nine of them were enjoying their own bowls of Acid Flies at nearby tables. Numbtongue chewed and swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. Crunchy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou do not like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters turned to Numbtongue. The Hob shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Good for travel. Not enough taste.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two stared at each other. Then, silently, Numbtongue offered his bowl to Yellow Splatters. The Soldier tipped Numbtongue\u2019s bowl up and spooned the cheesy sauce out over the Acid Flies. He handed the first bowl back, and Numbtongue ladled some of the cheesy Acid Flies into his bowl of noodles, thus creating largely the same dish for both. The two began to eat. Numbtongue grunted after a second.<\/p>\n

\u201cHm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Crunchy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Flavorful.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two smiled. Mrsha, peeking over the edge of the table, gagged. Numbtongue grinned at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Mrsha. You know her?\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured, and the Painted Soldier peered at Mrsha, who shyly sat there, drumming her paws on the table. He stared at her white paws and remembered. The [Sergeant] nodded abruptly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have met. Hello. I am Yellow Splatters. Do you remember me?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll cub sniffed at Yellow Splatters and frowned. But studied the pattern on his carapace and then nodded. Yellow Splatters hesitated, and Numbtongue nudged him. The slight nod the Hobgoblin gave was enough. The [Sergeant] held out his hand. Mrsha sniffed it, then carefully held out her own paw.<\/p>\n

She cautiously shook the offered hand. She nodded at Yellow Splatters, took another sniff at his bowl, and hopped off the table. The [Sergeant] opened and closed his hand as Mrsha scampered away.<\/p>\n

\u201cSoft.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded after a moment and went back to shovelling down more of his combination food. After a moment, Yellow Splatters returned to his meal. The Goblin considered the Antinium sitting next to him.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t understand the Soldiers\u2019 reverence for everything. But he did connect with their love of good food. And more\u2014he spotted a Gnoll passing by holding a bowl.<\/p>\n

\u201cIshkr.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll [Waiter] stopped. Numbtongue reached for the bowl Ishkr was carrying. The Gnoll sighed, but let him have it. The Hobgoblin placed the large bowl in front of Yellow Splatters.<\/p>\n

\u201cTry this.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Painted Soldier did. His mandibles clicked<\/em> softly with the first bite.<\/p>\n

\u201cSoft. Cold. Wet<\/em>. And sweet. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIce cream.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is cold!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Good, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue grinned at Yellow Splatters. And he was rewarded by an Antinium smile: mandibles raised and opening. The Hob was pleased\u2014until he heard a voice snap at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNumbtongue!<\/em> Did you take the entire bowl? Ceria just helped us make that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette had noticed the purloining. The Hob hunched, but she strode over, hands on her hips. He pointed at the bowl as the [Princess] glared down at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. Can I have some?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou already did. You mean for Yellow Splatters? Fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

The young woman sighed. Numbtongue brightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Yellow Splatters. Now <\/em>try this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He scooped the ice cream into the [Sergeant]\u2019s bowl, covered it with Acid Flies, and held it out to Yellow Splatters. Lyonette seemed queasy, but Yellow Splatters took the spoon and began to eat. His mandibles raised.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood! Cold and good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin was so pleased Lyonette didn\u2019t have the heart to voice her own opinion on the matter. She turned and saw another young woman making her way across the room. Erin did a double-take at the sight of Goblin and Antinium, then at the ice cream.<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh! That\u2019s like chocolate chip ice cream! Hey, Lyonette, how\u2019d you make\u2014oh. Ew. Those ain\u2019t raisins.\u201d<\/p>\n

She paused at the table. Erin and blinked at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Yellow Splatters. And\u2026Numbtongue? You alright?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin barely remembered why Erin would ask. She eyed his muddy, sweaty brow, the scratches on his right arm, and Yellow Splatters. She opened her mouth and then frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that our ice cream?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll of it, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you just turned it into fly cream. Or\u2014no, wait, that\u2019s even worse. Iced flies? Ice fly cream. Ice cream with flies.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s tone was, mockingly severe. He hunched his shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Yes? But it\u2019s good.\u201d<\/p>\n

To prove it, he took a spoonful of the ice cream and dipped it in the flies. Erin closed her eyes rather than watch the rest. When she opened them, she looked at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell. If you like it, fine. But don\u2019t expect us to eat the crazy stuff you and Yellow Splatters eat. You two are so crazy\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette interjected. Numbtongue frowned. Yellow Splatters turned to his Painted Soldiers, who had noticed the strange dessert. Erin blinked at him, then saw Numbtongue silently meeting her eyes. There was a pleading gaze Erin hadn\u2019t ever seen before. She met his eyes, nodded, and then turned to Lyonette.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive it to the Painted Soldiers, Lyonette. Let the Pallass group eat cake. Rufelt and Lasica know how to make ice cream anyways.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Erin!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette protested. She met Erin\u2019s eyes, saw the jerk of the head, and the [Princess] blew out her cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014oh, fine! We\u2019ll make more.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue hesitated, because Lyonette did seem peeved. The [Princess] shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, Numbtongue. It\u2019s fine, really. And hello, um, Yellow Splatters.\u201d<\/p>\n

She waved at the [Sergeant] awkwardly. Erin smiled at the two and followed Lyonette. The Hobgoblin and Soldier clearly heard Erin whispering to Lyonette as they moved backwards.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just ice cream.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWorth six gold! We only have a narrow window to make money\u2014they\u2019re already copying the recipe in Pallass!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo? The Antinium can have it. Numbtongue just invented their favorite dessert! Don\u2019t be mean. He\u2019s made a friend!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin glanced back at Numbtongue, and Lyonette relented. Numbtongue, sitting at his table, blinked. A friend? He looked to his side at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium carefully spooned more ice cream covered in flies into his mandibles.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy visual and auditory senses were improved by my Queen for my new role. However, it usually does not matter. Others seem to forget the Antinium are capable of hearing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr Goblins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded. He stared at Yellow Splatters. Again. He\u2019d been sneaking glances all throughout their conversation. No, before that, even. While they\u2019d cleared the Shield Spider nests. Marching to the inn\u2026he\u2019d just been watching Yellow Splatters. And Numbtongue was sure the [Sergeant] was doing the same.<\/p>\n

It was hard to tell; the Antinium had eyes like bugs, so all he<\/em> had to do was turn his head. But they were watching each other, this Goblin and Antinium.<\/p>\n

They had exchanged few words since their conversation on the hill. Verbally. But, talk<\/em>? They\u2019d talked, like about which nest to destroy next. And this chatter about favorite food had come up just before they\u2019d come to the inn. That was the thing that threw Numbtongue every few seconds.<\/p>\n

They were chatting<\/em>. Just chatting about nonsensical things. Favorite food? Numbtongue hadn\u2019t had<\/em> a favorite food before a month or two ago. His favorite food had been the one he could eat without throwing up later. Any food when he was starving. But now\u2026<\/p>\n

He was chatting. Again, the Goblin felt an odd sense of imbalance, as if he\u2019d turned around repeatedly and the world was spinning. Because this was not something that Goblins did. Not something he did.<\/p>\n

Look at Mrsha. The Gnoll was experimentally sniffing one of the bowls covered in Acid Fly ice cream. Numbtongue offered her his spoon, and she licked at the ice cream, avoiding the bug bits. He didn\u2019t talk to her. Numbtongue liked Mrsha. And he was, oh, so very grateful that she was willing to talk to him. Goblins had killed her tribe. But he couldn\u2019t talk to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrsha, don\u2019t lick that! Numbtongue, don\u2019t encourage her. She gets one dessert, and if she spoils herself, she doesn\u2019t get anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette scolded both Goblin and Gnoll as she passed by, serving the precious ice cream to the Painted Soldiers. Both Hob and Gnoll child winced at their table, and Mrsha, making low, insulting growling sounds, made a sign with her paws that made Numbtongue laugh. Lyonette looked back sharply, and Mrsha disappeared as Numbtongue schooled his face to sobriety.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t chat with Lyonette either. He talked with her, although the [Princess] was very busy. But he did talk with her\u2014Numbtongue had the impression Lyonette was still a bit wary of him. Well, he was wary of her. But they respected each other. And she was one of two people he ever conversed with. The other was\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cNo ice cream! Sorry, we\u2019re making more! Give us, uh, five, ten minutes!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue looked to the side. Erin was informing Pallass\u2019 crowd of the delay. They were outraged, as were some of the Liscorites. Liscorians? They were giving the Antinium and Numbtongue the stink-eye. Numbtongue didn\u2019t care. His eyes were on Erin. She was shaking her finger at an angry Garuda visible through the magic door.<\/p>\n

The portal hurt Numbtongue\u2019s eyes; if you walked to the side, it became two-dimensional until it nearly disappeared. From the back, the door was just\u2026a door. Standing up with a crowd gathered around it. Weird. The portal only activated from the front.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue shook his head. Erin. She was moving around the inn, talking to the odd Gnoll that smelled like a dozen potions, Grimalkin, Jelaqua, and the huge armored\u2026Dullahan named Maughin. She was the person that Numbtongue spoke with most often.<\/p>\n

No matter what, if she was busy or he was out of the inn all day, Erin always tried to find at least ten minutes, an hour, to talk with Numbtongue. Even if it was only having dinner in the same room like she\u2019d offered tonight. She was kind. But Numbtongue couldn\u2019t chat with Erin.<\/p>\n

He talked with her. She was that kind of person. She\u2019d listen to Numbtongue\u2019s adventures seriously, his worries, and what he wanted. When he told her, Numbtongue was sure that Erin was listening. If he had told her about his struggles, about being unhappy<\/em> in her inn, he was sure Erin would have made resolving his problems a priority of hers. His world became hers. But Numbtongue didn\u2019t want that. He was afraid of Erin\u2019s kindness as much as the hatred of others. He loved to talk with her. But it was talk.<\/p>\n

And yet\u2014Numbtongue\u2019s eyes went back to Yellow Splatters. He jumped and realized the Soldier was staring at him. Had been for a while. The Painted Soldier put down his bowl and pushed it forwards. It was cleaned of all flies and melted ice cream completely. Which was impressive; Yellow Splatters couldn\u2019t lick his bowl clean like Numbtongue. The [Sergeant] nodded again.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey truly do not notice that we listen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue frowned for a moment before he recalled what Erin had said. He looked around at her and Lyonette rushing back and forth.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Sergeant] nodded. He delicately reached for a cup with one hand. Two of his other hands were resting on the table; the last was flicking a bit of food from his mandibles. Numbtongue watched, fascinated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have much respect for Erin Solstice. She is\u2026important to Pawn. And to the Painted Antinium. And me. But I believe she is wrong in this regard. We are not friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused. Numbtongue blinked at him. The Hobgoblin shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoblins don\u2019t have friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Antinium nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed. The concept is foreign to Antinium. It is not a relationship that exists in the Hive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMhm. Same with Goblins. Goblins have a tribe. Or Goblins are in another tribe. Either way, Goblins are all Goblins.<\/em> We don\u2019t have friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time, both Goblin and Antinium nodded. They were on the same wavelength. Goblins didn\u2019t have friends. They were all Goblins. Sometimes you attacked another tribe, but you were all Goblins when you got down to it; you were on the same side. Goblins had too many enemies to make distinctions. And your tribe\u2026Numbtongue thought of his fellow Redfangs and swallowed, though he had nothing to eat. You were friends with everyone in your tribe, or no one.<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters was still nodding.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are not friends. We have not established any grounds for friendship as I understand the concept. Nor have we formally declared it. I am also unprepared for such a relationship. I have not studied the subject under Revalantor Klbkch. Thus, we cannot be friends. I apologize if this offends you, Numbtongue.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin considered this for only a moment before waving a claw idly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care. I don\u2019t have friends. Except for Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n

He and the Antinium considered the [Innkeeper]. Yellow Splatters frowned, which, on the Antinium\u2019s face, was represented by his antennae drooping and mandibles drawing together and lowering.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould she qualify as a friend? By that standard, then, all of the Painted Soldiers\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe? Maybe she\u2019s not a \u2018friend\u2019. Maybe\u2026Lyonette? No. She\u2019s not my friend. Mrsha?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two looked around for the Gnoll. Yellow Splatters scratched at one antenna gently.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was informed by Revalantor Klbkch that making friends with members of the Antinium not considered fully grown was something of a social fault.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. Maybe?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters leaned over the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow does one become a friend, anyways? I have heard they exchange blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2026Redfangs do that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? Are you all friends, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026No. Wait. Let me think.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin sat back, thinking. There it was again. He was chatting with Yellow Splatters. Not talking about something huge and momentous or deeply personal like with Erin. Just\u2026talking about mundane things. Unimportant things, like friendship or favorite foods. It was so novel.<\/p>\n

Of course, Numbtongue had done the same with Headscratcher, with Badarrow and Rabbiteater and Shorthilt and the others. But they hadn\u2019t done this. They\u2019d been a team; they didn\u2019t often waste time talking when they could read each other so well. That was why this was so novel.<\/p>\n

\u201cRedfangs aren\u2019t friends. Garen would have said so. We\u2019re brothers. Comrades. Warriors. F-family?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue pronounced the word awkwardly. It was one of the first times he\u2019d used it. But Erin had taught him the meaning, and it was true of his old tribe. He looked down into his mug. Yellow Splatters gazed at him, and Numbtongue waited. But all the Antinium did was nod and drink from his own mug.<\/p>\n

\u201cFriends. Family. What\u2026refreshing words.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue glanced up sharply.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. They are.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two regarded each other a second time. And there it was. Numbtongue had waited for Yellow Splatters to ask a question. Any question. About the Redfangs. About Numbtongue\u2019s past. About what he was\u2026feeling. And he hadn\u2019t. He didn\u2019t need to ask. What was amazing, what was special, was the way the two knew each other. More than just acquaintances who\u2019d met once before.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d fought on the same battlefield. And more\u2014their lives mirrored each other\u2019s. They both understood something Numbtongue could never have explained to Erin or Lyonette. That mattered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have thanked you for saving Falling Snow. I feel I should do so again, and for accompanying me while fulfilling my duties. And for sharing your food.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters was getting up from his table. Numbtongue felt a pang. He looked up as the Painted Soldiers noticed and immediately stood with their [Sergeant].<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have no reason to stay. And my absence will allow a Painted Soldier to take my place. They will rotate into the inn so that all may enjoy the experience.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin stared at the [Sergeant]. Yellow Splatters visibly hesitated and glanced around the inn. Back at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could sit longer. I\u2026would not wish to deprive another Soldier of their time above. But\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He hesitated and looked over. The forty-nine other Soldiers gazed back, and Numbtongue saw them communicating, invisibly, as the Redfangs might. As any Goblins would. He envied them and hurt at the same time. Yellow Splatters turned back to Numbtongue after a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will stay. To acquire more information. If you would agree to keep me company?\u201d<\/p>\n

He watched Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin smiled. And as Yellow Splatters sat back down and leaned over the table, Numbtongue realized something. He wasn\u2019t feeling unhappy. It still hurt, but he wasn\u2019t dissatisfied. He was\u2026he lifted his mug and sipped it, then noticed it was empty. Numbtongue absently waved at Drassi for a refill. For him and Yellow Splatters. The [Sergeant] accepted a mug with a free hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo. What have you been doing since the battle against the Goblin Lord? I was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

At first, it was just a continuation to the thirty minutes they\u2019d sat and talked. Then an hour. And then two. By two and a half hours, Numbtongue had to pee. He got up, wandered out of The Wandering Inn, and joined the queue for the outhouses. There were five now; apparently, two had just been dug. Even so, Gnolls and Drakes were standing in line, and Numbtongue was grateful for the distance between each outhouse. It made the sounds a bit less\u2026pronounced.<\/p>\n

One of the outhouses had been built to accommodate a half-Giant. It was that one Numbtongue was in line for; he liked the space. The door opened, and Maughin stepped out. Or rather, his body did. His head was still chatting with Jelaqua in the inn.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue and the Drakes and Gnolls stepped out of the way, but the Dullahan\u2019s body had some kind of instinctual awareness because he walked calmly back to the inn without any uncertainty.<\/p>\n

\u201cAncestors, that\u2019s creepy.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the Drakes in line muttered. A Gnoll in front of him nodded and sniffed, then made a face.<\/p>\n

\u201cErgh. That was a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou Gnolls have it rough around here, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake seemed sympathetic. The Gnoll just grimaced.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, we grow up smelling everything<\/em>. This is hardly worse. But whatever that Dullahan ate\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t talk to me about it. I just had lunch. I\u2019ll tell you one thing, though, those forges Pallass has. If those Dullahans can work steel everyday like I saw them doing this morning\u2014makes you think.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat Lism\u2019s right? Or Krshia?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know! It just makes you think.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake grimaced. He glanced across another line at a nodding Drake and then turned his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s weird. I know it\u2019s because it\u2019s the<\/em> crazy Human doing it, but she is our crazy Human. What do you th\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at Numbtongue and froze. He must not have seen the Hobgoblin, or mistaken green skin for scales. The Gnoll jumped when he spotted Numbtongue as well. The [Bard] looked at them as they edged closer to the big outhouse and closed his mouth. He said nothing, and the line moved a lot faster. And no one got into line behind Numbtongue until he was done with his business and walking back to the inn.<\/p>\n

That soured Numbtongue\u2019s mood. It was still the same. So, when he sat down across from Yellow Splatters, he didn\u2019t immediately speak. Which was fine; the Antinium was waxing eloquent after two hours of speaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere you are. I was waiting for your return. Did you know that Erin Solstice is considering selling the Hive\u2019s supply of Rxlvn?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOur alcohol. It is\u2026potent. I believe it is technically classified as a poison, but Miss Solstice has expressed interest in it. I was saying that I believed it would leave an impact.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded restlessly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at Yellow Splatters. The [Sergeant] was in a good mood, but Numbtongue was suddenly miserable again. Restlessly, the Goblin carved into the table with his claws, scratching the softer wood. He could feel eyes on him again. Of course, they\u2019d been staring all this time. But his visit to the bathroom had refocused them on him and Yellow Splatters. The Antinium was getting looks, of course, but it was on Numbtongue, the Goblin, that they were harshest.<\/p>\n

Some of the Drakes by the door to Pallass had seen Numbtongue pass by on his way in and out. They were speaking to the people on the other side, explaining. Justifying. Numbtongue could catch fragments of the conversation.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026well, yes, but\u2014you know, about the battle\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014not saying that I<\/em> would personally\u2014not allowed in the city, of course not! There was an incident\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever in Pallass. Well, it\u2019s just one. There were others, an entire damn tribe. Thankfully\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin\u2019s grip tightened on the table. Yellow Splatters noticed, and both turned to the doors and the speakers there. They shut up.<\/p>\n

Drakes and Gnolls gazed across the inn at the duo. Some were just talking, enjoying themselves, watching the play. But too many went silent and still as they noticed the Goblin and Antinium looking. And silence was a plague. It spread.<\/p>\n

As she circulated the room, Erin heard the sound die down. She frowned around and saw the source. She might not have known what had caused Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters to go silent, but she could see the tenseness. She began to push her way through the crowd. Too slowly; a Drake made uncomfortable by the staring Hobgoblin decided to make his voice heard. He stood up a touch unsteadily, and the alcohol slurred his tongue a bit.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! What\u2019re you <\/em>looking at, Goblin? And you\u2014Antinium!\u201d<\/p>\n

The rest of the room fell silent. Temile, on stage with his cast, paused, and every head turned to the source of the shout. Numbtongue shrugged, a Goblin\u2019s catch-all answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust looking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yeah? Look somewhere else. I can\u2019t enjoy my drinks with a Goblin watching me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake glared and tried to make a rude gesture. Erin pushed her way past a group of Gnolls.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! If you have a problem with Numbtongue, you can get out! Other people can take your place!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not killing him. I read the sign. Just because I\u2019m tolerating his presence doesn\u2019t mean I have to put up with him staring. See? He\u2019s still doing it!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake pointed angrily at Numbtongue. To be fair, the Hobgoblin was glaring. Erin hesitated. She looked at the Drake. He was drunk, and he had faded green scales mixed a bit with blue. Erin folded her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, maybe you shouldn\u2019t say mean things. I bet that\u2019s why he\u2019s glaring.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMean things? What, like the fact that it\u2019s good that Goblins are banned from the city? Good<\/em>. Pallass doesn\u2019t let Goblins in. Why should Liscor? I\u2019m fine with Dullahans and those bird-people, but Goblins? No. Never.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake took another drink, ignoring Erin\u2019s glare. Worse, his words had a lot of silent support. Numbtongue looked around. He was tense. Erin just got mad. She thrust a finger at the Drake\u2019s snout, and he recoiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I\u2019m drinking here!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey yourself<\/em>, buddy! You say that one more time, and you\u2019re out! In fact, I should kick you out! Numbtongue fought for Liscor! His friends died<\/em> because he helped stop the Goblin Lord! Goblins attacked Liscor and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake hurled his glass onto the ground. It smashed<\/em>, and Erin leapt back. She opened her mouth furiously, and at another table, Relc stood up with a groan. He abandoned Grimalkin and Embria and stepped forwards at the same time as Ishkr.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, buddy. You\u2019re drunk. Why don\u2019t you pay up for the cup and liquid and leave?\u201d<\/p>\n

He raised his claws placatingly. The drunk Drake wavered. He might have gone without more than a fuss, but Erin was eying the broken glass and looking back at Numbtongue. She turned back and raised her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah! Get out! We don\u2019t need racist jerks here. Goblins aren\u2019t all bad, you know!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake stopped as he fumbled for his coin pouch, swearing. Slowly, he gazed up at Erin. His drunk anger faded and became something soberer. Darker. He pointed at Erin as Relc barred his way.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all bad?<\/em> Goblins killed<\/em> my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room went silent. Erin\u2019s furious mouth closed slowly. Relc hesitated. The drunk Drake glanced around.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m being unreasonable? Me? I\u2019m sitting in the same inn as that thing because I wanted to talk to my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed unsteadily through the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t come here to cause a fight. But that thing\u2019s here. Staring at me. You know what Goblins did, Miss Human?<\/em> They killed my sister. My best friend. They were just travelling from our village to the city. It was a two hour walk! You could see them from the walls. But a bunch of Goblins killed them. Stabbed them to death and tried to eat them. You monsters.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He directed that last at Numbtongue, spitting in his general direction. All eyes fastened on the Goblin. Relc, looking around, made a judgment call.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, pal. We get it. That\u2019s terrible. Really. But you\u2019re drunk\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet your claws off me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake shoved at Relc but failed to make the [Guardsman] fall back. He swore as Relc manhandled him towards the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t save her! The City Watch saw everything, and they didn\u2019t stop it!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe can\u2019t be everywhere. Keep walking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre Goblins supposed to be safe<\/em>? Huh? I\u2019m letting this one stay! Aren\u2019t I <\/em>the reasonable one? I\u2019m not seeking vengeance. But why do I have to pretend that this thing<\/em> isn\u2019t dangerous? Goblins killed my sister! What do you have to say to that, Hob, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t answer that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Relc snapped at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin ignored Relc. He stared at the struggling Drake and around at the silent room. The judging eyes. Slowly, Numbtongue stood up. He called across the room at the Drake.<\/p>\n

\u201cHumans killed my parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake paused. Relc swore under his breath. Now the conversation had two sides. The drunk Drake shouted at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yeah? Join the club! I\u2019m not a Human, though. So if you think that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDrakes killed my tribe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue interrupted the Drake. He slowly pointed at Relc. The [Guardsman] paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat one killed my Chieftain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue\u2019s finger pointed right, towards Embria.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat one killed thousands of my people. Because you didn\u2019t open the gates after we stopped the Goblin Lord.\u201d<\/p>\n

Embria looked up. Unlike Relc, there was little guilt in her eyes. Numbtongue gazed around the room and then back at the angry Drake.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t kill your\u2026sister. Or friend. I didn\u2019t know the Goblins who did. I\u2019m not them. And your\u2014people\u2014killed more Goblins. Why should I<\/em> tolerate you?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He folded his arms almost triumphantly. Daring the Drake to come up with a response. He couldn\u2019t, Numbtongue was sure. But that surety\u2014after a second of hesitation, a sneer crossed the Drake\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter. You\u2019re monsters. You can pretend you\u2019re not. You can even speak. But everyone knows what Goblin Kings and Goblin Lords do. A few of you can be tamed<\/em>. But that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue\u2019s eyes widened. He took a step forwards, and Erin blocked his way. She glared at the Drake and then around uneasily.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright! That\u2019s it! Relc, toss this guy out!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI need the magic door. He\u2019ll just roll down the hill and come back up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Relc pointed to the open door as he restrained the struggling Drake. Erin nodded as Lyonette rushed over to change the setting. Relc didn\u2019t budge as the Drake tried to elbow him and stomp on one foot. He had the drunk in a headlock. But the Drake could still shout. He cast one eye at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on! Kick me out! But everyone knows I\u2019m right! Maybe Goblins can be safe! One or two. But no one\u2019ll ever <\/em>let a tribe stay around Liscor in peace! You know why? Because of the Goblin King! And it doesn\u2019t matter how many of you die. Because Goblins\u2014Goblins<\/em> are animals. Get it? We\u2019re<\/em> Drakes. And Gnolls. And even damned Humans. We\u2019re not animals, so we count. You don\u2019t. Get it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue opened his mouth. But he didn\u2019t know what to say. He clenched his fists, and Erin grabbed him. The Drake just laughed at the Hobgoblin\u2019s expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m right! See? It can\u2019t even respond. See? I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Relc adjusted his hold, and the Drake\u2019s supply of wind cut off abruptly. He choked, and Lyonette raised her head as the portal in the magic door changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoor\u2019s open!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFinally.\u201d<\/p>\n

Relc grunted and heaved<\/em>. The Drake flew through the door, scattering a crowd of potential guests. They stared into the inn as Relc glanced over his shoulder. Numbtongue was shaking. His mouth was still open, but he didn\u2019t know what to say. He\u2019d never had to argue like that before. And he\u2019d\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just a drunk guy. I guess Goblins did kill his family. But he\u2019s wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin looked around in the silence. She met everyone\u2019s eye, but few were looking straight at her. A Gnoll from Liscor murmured as Lyonette silently let people into the inn.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe might be. But he came to the inn peacefully, Miss Solstice. Didn\u2019t do more than complain. Which he has a right to, no? He lost his sister and friend. That he came here, knowing a Goblin was present, shows he was on your side. And Krshia\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo he has the right to say that to Numbtongue?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin snapped back. The Gnoll didn\u2019t reply. He turned away from her. And he didn\u2019t leave, but the silence in the room grew more pronounced. Numbtongue looked around. He stared at the faces, some calm, some judging. Others, like Grimalkin, weighing him on some imaginary scale. And he hated it. Most of all, though, he hated the ones standing at the back, in a group of their own.<\/p>\n

Bevussa, Keldrass, Earlia of Gemhammer, and Nailren of Kelia\u2019s Pride. More\u2014the Horns of Hammerad. A few other Silver-rank teams. Adventurers. They said nothing. But their expressions told Numbtongue what they thought. Here was a \u2018safe\u2019 Goblin. One they wouldn\u2019t kill.<\/p>\n

One, and only one.<\/p>\n

It was the same as yesterday. The same as the one time he\u2019d gone to Liscor. Numbtongue clenched his fists, aware of every person who drew back when they saw that and his bared teeth. He searched for the right words. But he didn\u2019t have them. He wished he could tell that Drake how wrong he was. Tell him of the Goblins he called animals. Numbtongue wished he could show<\/em> him. But the others were dead and gone. And he\u2026<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin moved. People jumped out of his way as Numbtongue stormed towards the stairs. Up them, towards his room. Erin ran after him, but no one else moved. They watched as he disappeared upstairs. And then Erin. And then the big Soldier got up and followed both. After a few more moments, someone told a joke, the inn laughed, and it got back to normal.<\/p>\n

The Goblin was gone. But upstairs, the Goblin was always there. And he was always a Goblin.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters stood behind Erin, listening. Just listening to Numbtongue and her talk. She was standing in the hallway outside his room. Numbtongue was standing in the doorway, Yellow Splatters closer to the stairs. The sounds of the merry common room drifted up. But above, the air was colder. More painful.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue was upset as he stood in the doorway. He had just stood there when Erin and Yellow Splatters found him. He hadn\u2019t slammed the door or hid in his room. That was a thing for Human children. A door couldn\u2019t stop an adventurer with a crossbow or a spell. You had to stand and fight or run far away. And he had lost that fight. Yellow Splatters had seen his face.<\/p>\n

Intriguing. The Soldier had never considered a fight could be won with words. But these ones had left invisible wounds. Erin was trying to mend them now, but it wasn\u2019t working.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was just one Drake, Numbtongue. He won\u2019t come back. I\u2019ll make sure of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey all think that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all.<\/em> Relc\u2019s trying. You didn\u2019t have to\u2026I know what he did. But I think he\u2019d even apologize if\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor Garen? He can say sorry to Garen, not me. If sorry brings back dead Goblins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue sneered, his fists clenched. Erin fell silent. She looked at him helplessly, angry and upset for him. Yellow Splatters saw that too. That was what drove the Antinium to Erin. The fact that she would be angry or sad or happy with them. For them. But now it wasn\u2019t helping.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to\u2014no. I mean\u2014I know it\u2019s hard. If there\u2019s anything I can\u2026what can I do to help, Numbtongue?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me go to Liscor.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin\u2019s head rose with burning eyes. Erin wavered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t. I\u2019m sorry. I talked it over with Zevara, Numbtongue. You\u2019ll be in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t fight them. Any one of them could hit you with a stone or cast a spell or stab you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care. I want to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?<\/em> What\u2019s Liscor got? I can get you anything, Numbtongue! What do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. I want to go there and find out.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin turned his head and stared out his window at the city in the distance. Erin bit her lip hard. She didn\u2019t know what to say. Numbtongue turned back and gazed past her at Yellow Splatters. The Soldier raised a hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I am intruding, I will remove myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin jumped. She hadn\u2019t realized he was here. Numbtongue just laughed, and a flicker of envy entered his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can go into Liscor. Do they stare<\/em> at you there? Do they say things? Like\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured to the stairs. The Painted Soldier paused, his arms folded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey stare. But they stare everywhere. I have not been addressed like you are. I understand that you are banned from Liscor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. They close the gates before I can get in.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin clenched his fists, staring blackly ahead. Erin\u2019s face fell.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou went again? Why does it matter?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey died for Liscor. I can\u2019t go in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue\u2019s claws dug into his flesh. Erin opened her mouth, but it was Yellow Splatters who tilted his head. The Soldier had been enjoying his conversation with Numbtongue. He felt a kinship to the Goblin. But this line of thought confused him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy does it matter? Is the worth of Goblins\u2014and their deaths\u2014truly linked to your right to be in Liscor? Is that what they all died for?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin gasped. Numbtongue\u2019s eyes narrowed, and he tensed. But then he focused on Yellow Splatters and, slowly, relaxed. From anyone else, the question might have stung. But Yellow Splatters returned the gaze calmly. After a moment, Numbtongue blinked. The Hobgoblin exhaled and shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not about Liscor. We\u2014the Redfangs, the Flooded Waters tribe didn\u2019t fight for Liscor. We fought because the Goblin Lord was bad. Bad Goblin. And for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at Erin. Her face went pale. Numbtongue turned from her to Yellow Splatters. The Soldier nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe fought and died for Erin Solstice as well. As Pawn requested. This is a fact and what I understood of Goblins. So why does access to Liscor matter?\u201d<\/p>\n

The young woman looked from Goblin to Antinium. Suddenly she was unsteady on her feet. Numbtongue shook his head. He pointed at Liscor.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo they do not forget. So they cannot<\/em> forget.\u201d<\/p>\n

And the pieces clicked. For Yellow Splatters, they fit together in a moment. It took Erin longer.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

She softly uttered the word. Numbtongue looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey say Drakes saved the city. Or\u2026they fought off the Humans. They forget. But I am here<\/em>. We were here! They stop talking about Goblins! About the Redfangs, the Flooded Waters tribe. They forget. The ones in the city, who never come here. They forget. Why can I not remind them? Why can I not go there when we all died\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice trailed off. That was it. It wasn\u2019t that he needed to be there. He probably didn\u2019t even want to go. But it was that he couldn\u2019t. To Yellow Splatters, it was like knowing there was sky. And never being able to go above again.<\/p>\n

The [Sergeant] considered the Hobgoblin standing across from him. He didn\u2019t know what to say. Numbtongue\u2019s pain wasn\u2019t his own. His cause wasn\u2019t Yellow Splatters'. He did not matter to the Free Antinium. And still\u2014the Soldier slowly uncrossed his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Antinium fought the Goblin Lord for Liscor. So did the Goblins. To not say that is a lie. We died. And we were there.\u201d<\/p>\n

He touched his chest with one hand and pointed two. At Numbtongue and at Erin. Her face was white, but the Goblin only nodded. He met Yellow Splatters' gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey died. All of them. You. And me. My Chieftain. Headscratcher. Shorthilt. Spiderslicer. Noears. Reiss. Pyrite.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGlorious Sun. Grassleaves. Six and Five. Red and White Flowers. Cold Blue.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters nodded. The Soldiers\u2019 colors, their symbols, flashed in his mind. Numbtongue looked at him. And the Hobgoblin\u2019s wide eyes conveyed a message without words.<\/p>\n

You were there. You understand. You remember.<\/em> Yellow Splatters nodded. He reached out, and Numbtongue clasped his hand gently. Both of them heard a small sound and turned.<\/p>\n

Erin was crying. She wiped at her eyes as water flowed from them. It was another strange sight. Yellow Splatters stared at Erin\u2019s face. And\u2014strangely\u2014he felt uncomfortable. Pained. As if the tears were hurting him. It was like looking at a wounded Soldier or Worker. He touched his chest, averted his gaze. But the pain in his chest didn\u2019t clear. And Erin kept crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I know I asked you, but I\u2014I thought\u2014I\u2019m sorry\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She hiccupped <\/em>and then began crying and hiccupping. Numbtongue looked at her helplessly. He shook his head as Erin turned to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue looked at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium saw his mouth working, and the words came into his mind first. He looked at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is not grief we seek, Erin Solstice. The cost was paid. Antinium and Goblins died. But if we were faced with the same choice, we would do it again. We won.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue closed his mouth. A flicker of something\u2014a smile\u2014tugged at his expression. He nodded. Erin shook her head. She was still crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014no. No. It was\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She broke off and kept sobbing. But the tears didn\u2019t last. Numbtongue awkwardly patted Erin on the back. She hugged him. Yellow Splatters looked at the Goblin\u2019s face and gently copied Numbtongue, patting her on the back. And he met Numbtongue\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

That was what they couldn\u2019t explain to Erin. The tears matched. But he and Numbtongue had something she didn\u2019t understand. Pride. The dead had not died in vain. All of what followed\u2014Yellow Splatters' resolve, Numbtongue\u2019s desire for the dead to be remembered, to enter Liscor\u2014stemmed from that.<\/p>\n

They had not died in vain.<\/em><\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters kept patting Erin until she let go of Numbtongue. The young woman dried her face. She looked helplessly at them and sniffed<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I\u2019m sorry, Numbtongue. I wasn\u2019t thinking of how you felt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine. Go lie down. Sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue pointed to Erin\u2019s room across from him. She wavered.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I should get downstairs. Although\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She noticed her wet apron and shirt. Numbtongue eyed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLyonette will be upset if you go down. Mrsha will howl.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably. And I guess everyone else will want to\u2014maybe I\u2019ll lie down. You\u2019re sure you don\u2019t want to talk?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin smiled. Erin wavered, but he ushered her gently and insistently into the room. She eventually went, promising she\u2019d be out in a little bit. The door closed, and Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters looked at each other. And again, they felt at ease. Yellow Splatters stepped into Numbtongue\u2019s room, and the Goblin closed the door so they wouldn\u2019t bother Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey can\u2019t forget. Ever.\u201d<\/p>\n

He meant Liscor in the distance. It was different from Yellow Splatters. He shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cMemory matters little to the Antinium. We desire the expansion of our Hive. Revalantor Klbkch has a plan, and I am helping to carry that out. I deem it worthy. But that is not what concerns me. The Painted Soldiers. My unit. We were weak. We are<\/em> weak, still. But I was given a chance to strive again. So I will\u2014I must<\/em> become stronger.\u201d<\/p>\n

He held Numbtongue\u2019s gaze. The Hobgoblin clenched a fist, understanding at once.<\/p>\n

\u201cStrong enough for all to not die next time?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. That is it exactly. I have more to protect. My\u2026people need me to be strong. So I must be strong.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin [Bard] smiled for a second. A trace of bitterness flickered in his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood plan. Doesn\u2019t work for me. Mine are dead. Or gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why do you stay? What keeps you moving? What reason do you have to be alive?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question had no rancor; it was just a question from one warrior to another. Numbtongue smiled. He pointed at the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone has to stay. To protect\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the beauty. He didn\u2019t have to explain why Erin had to live. Why her life could justify the countless dead. Yellow Splatters understood. He reached out and made a fist. Numbtongue stared at it, gently perplexed. The Soldier spoke calmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is good you remain here. You are strong. I have a strong body, gifted to me by the Free Queen. Thus, I am stronger than when I died. But I must level. That is what I intend to do. I lost all but six levels when I died. I have regained five already; I intend to reach Level 20 within the month.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo be strong. To be the strongest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another nod. The Soldier kept his fist extended towards Numbtongue\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cI must be the strongest of them all. And make them stronger. But do it with\u2026kindness. I failed once before. It will not happen again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Be strong.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue reached out. His own fist extended, and Yellow Splatters nodded. They bumped fists gently. Yellow Splatters regarded Numbtongue, his head tilting slightly back and forth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand now why you are here. But what will you do? Train? Level? If you wish it, it would be possible for you to fight against local threats and patrol with the Painted Antinium. Your company would be enjoyable.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue wavered. He was pleased at the offer, but he shook his head in the end.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters was honestly confused. Numbtongue struggled to explain. The best he could do was talking about the images in his head. The inferiority he felt when he picked up a sword.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know a strong Goblin. The strongest. He fought the\u2026Human. Lord Tyrion. He stopped him. He was stronger than me. And he died. How can I be that strong? I am a [Bard].\u201d<\/p>\n

Pyrite. Shorthilt. Headscratcher<\/em>. Each had been stronger than Numbtongue. And each was dead. He wasn\u2019t as gifted as they had been in combat. And his class\u2026Numbtongue closed his eyes and shook his head. Yellow Splatters regarded him.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut they are dead. You could surpass their levels in time. Does a [Bard] not become strong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot like a [Sergeant]. Or\u2026[Warrior].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally. What does your class do?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cLightning from the skies. But mostly\u2014makes music. It helps a bit. Makes animals not bite. But it isn\u2019t like\u2026[Warmaster]. [Chieftain]. Or even [Savage Warrior]. Those are strong<\/em> classes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally. They are not ones I am familiar with. But I do not know many classes.\u201d<\/p>\n

That surprised Numbtongue. He shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know lots. What do you have? [Sergeant]? Not a Goblin class. But could have\u2026[Spear Soldier]. [First Sergeant]. [Captain]. At\u2026Level 20? If you can upgrade. But [Warrior] classes are good. Sometimes better. [Sergeant] is officer. Good for leading, but sometimes weaker. Sometimes strong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know a lot about classes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe had many. I was just a [Warrior]. But Garen knew many classes, and there were many in my tribe. The Redfangs wer\u2014are<\/em> strong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStronger than the Antinium. At least, individually.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another nod. It came from both sides. Yellow Splatters was under no illusions. He sat on Numbtongue\u2019s chair while the Hobgoblin sat on the bed, cross-legged.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe power of the Antinium lies in our numbers. We die by the hundreds to kill a single high-level foe. This tactic\u2026works. But it is not acceptable. The Painted Antinium\u2014no, all Antinium must live. And yet, how do we overcome this difficulty? The Antinium have no [Mages]. No capacity for fighting at range. At least, the Free Antinium do not. I envy your levels, Numbtongue. The Antinium are too low-level, too focused in one area. We have [Archers] now. But magic is\u2026if we fight the Goblin Lord a second time, we will die by the hundreds or thousands to bring him down.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was the [Sergeant]\u2019s nightmare. Even if they tunneled, the Goblin Lord might collapse their tunnels, use the same spells to blast apart their ranks. It terrified him. The Hobgoblin sat on his bed quietly, listening to Yellow Splatters' fears. At last, he shrugged slightly. Not out of indifference, though. He looked at Yellow Splatters.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have sneaky Antinium?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSneaky Antinium?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Bard] nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s how the Redfangs fought. We lost our [Shaman]. So we just used traps. Gold-rank Adventurers love teams with [Mages]. So we learn to attack them from one side. Ambush them\u2014use big rocks or artifacts or sneaky Goblins to break their barriers. Then it\u2019s easy. One arrow and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He mimed being struck in the chest. Yellow Splatters paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand the Silent Antinium are a\u2026Hive specializing in sneak attacks. But their forces are not part of the Free Antinium, or so Klbkch has explained to me. But you use traps? Belgrade makes traps. Tell me more. You are much more experienced than I.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue was surprised. And pleased. He shrugged again, and then looked around. He went over to his desk. Erin had given him any number of things to occupy himself with. Snacks, a jar of cookies, parchment, ink, quills, a nail file\u2014he grabbed the parchment and a quill and ink and brought it over. It was largely unused, although Yellow Splatters saw some lyrics on one sheet. Numbtongue unrolled the parchment and dipped his quill in the inkpot.<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. This is how Redfangs attack [Mages]. Very easy? See? Pit trap here, archers here with cover, boulders here with slope, oh. Poison arrows. And Carn Wolf [Riders] here\u2014and sometimes angry beehives. Or exploding things like Tripvine bags. Simple. Anyone can do. What do you want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters stared at the trap. He hesitated, and then he raised three hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease explain everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Life had its ups and downs. You didn\u2019t win every fight. And sometimes you cried. But the trick was to keep moving. To pick yourself up again. That was why, after about forty minutes, Erin Solstice was able to leave her room and go downstairs with a smile on her face and reassure her friends. She\u2019d had a few more tears, a handkerchief to blow her nose, and a nap. And really, it wasn\u2019t her that she was worried about. It was Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d expected the Hobgoblin to be somewhere else. But to her surprise, he was in his room. He hadn\u2019t even gone downstairs. Erin cautiously poked her head into the room, holding a tray with two mugs of tea.<\/p>\n

\u201cHeeeey,<\/em> guys. How\u2019s it going? Um\u2014everyone okay? Sorry for going off like that. Anyone want a drink?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters looked up. Erin blinked as she saw them sitting on his bed and chair. They\u2019d dragged the table over and were gathered around it. The young woman smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh wow! You two are really getting along!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue gave Erin a smile and accepted the tea. He seemed to be over his earlier frustration, and he\u2019d clearly been absorbed by some kind of discussion with Yellow Splatters. Erin peered at the parchment as Yellow Splatters took a mug.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatcha working on? Ooh, are those maps?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTactics.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue tugged at one bit of parchment, looking slightly put upon as Erin peered around the table. She was clearly intruding. Erin made out a list of what looked like classes and Skills. And then she identified some of the drawings. Numbtongue wasn\u2019t exactly an [Artist], and he was no [Tactician], so his picture of a Goblin stabbing an adventurer in the back was crude. But it got the point across.<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s face fell a bit. She glanced up at the Goblin and Antinium.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026You\u2019re discussing fighting? Really? Nothing else?\u201d<\/p>\n

They looked at her blankly. What else<\/em> would they talk about? Erin sighed, but she smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad. Hey, you could go downstairs. If you want! Or I can get you a snack.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI ate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I have imbibed adequate sustenance.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight. Okay! Well, glad to see you two are making friends. Don\u2019t let me bother you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin stepped back. Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters turned to look at her. After a second, Numbtongue coughed. Erin blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my god. I\u2019m my mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to go. Sorry. I\u2019m cramping your style! Oh no\u2026I\u2019m a mom.<\/em> Wait, does that mean Lyonette\u2019s the dad? Or the bossy older sister? Am I the dad?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin groaned and slapped her forehead. Completely lost, Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue exchanged a glance. But they were relieved when she was gone. It wasn\u2019t that Erin wasn\u2019t welcome\u2014it was just that both were well aware of how distracting she could be. And this was serious business. They leaned over the table again. Yellow Splatters nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cBack to our discussion. Survival rates among the Soldiers is typically low when encountering powerful monsters. Belgrade\u2019s traps do work well\u2014I will suggest the ones you use to him. We also have magical items, but I am certain Revalantor Klbkch will not allow their use.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan make slings, though. Slings are good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed. I am not sure if a Worker can swing four slings at once, but that is a viable experiment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue laughed, trying to imagine that. Yellow Splatters politely smiled. They\u2019d been discussing how to fight, and to Numbtongue\u2019s surprise, it was actually\u2026fun. Talking about Redfang tactics and survival strategies with someone who appreciated them. Right up until you realized they might all die in one of the scenarios they were laying out.<\/p>\n

The Painted Antinium were certainly unlike any tribe Numbtongue had met. They could overwhelm a foe just like Goblins, but their Workers and Soldiers were all a lot stronger than the average Goblin. By the same token, though, they didn\u2019t have strong<\/em> Hobs or Chieftains, with the exception of Yellow Splatters. That complicated things, especially if your goal was to keep as many alive as possible.<\/p>\n

Something occurred to Numbtongue as he looked at Yellow Splatters' description of the Painted Antinium\u2019s forces. Bow unit, low-level [Soldiers]\u2026he looked up sharply, realizing there was an obvious discrepancy besides a lack of magic users and more sneaky and ranged types.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what you need?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters leaned forwards again. He was more decisive than the Workers, but when he listened to Numbtongue, he was a very attentive student who asked a lot of questions. Numbtongue grinned and tapped his belt. Next to the small satchel holding his mined treasures was a vial. He pulled it out and showed Yellow Splatters.<\/p>\n

\u201cPotions.<\/em> Potions are good. All your Soldiers should have potions. Redfangs use potions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am intrigued. Tell me more.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue gave him a blank look.<\/p>\n

\u201cPotions. You use them. You heal. Or get effects. Like\u2026spitting fire. Potions are good.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Antinium do not use potions. Ever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? What if you get hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have a healing gel. That we seldom use. Soldiers have a recovery area. There they live or die.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue shook his head. That sounded like a poor Goblin tribe.<\/p>\n

\u201cPotions heal everything fast.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I understand. And the Hive has a supply. A very\u2026large supply, in fact. But Revalantor Klbkch has designated such stores off-limits except in case of war or emergency.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. So get more.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSteal? Kill adventurers? Or\u2026buy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBuy?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin nodded uncertainly. He wasn\u2019t completely in on this concept either. But since the first two options weren\u2019t viable around Liscor\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cPotions cost money. You have money, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a stipend allocated to me by Klbkch, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you buy a potion with it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters opened his mandibles slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026I have never purchased anything except for food from Miss Erin. Have you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

They stared at each other. Antinium and Goblins didn\u2019t buy anything. But the thought was beguiling. And Numbtongue had seen Lyonette coming in with food<\/em> that she\u2019d bought with the shiny coins Erin gave to him. Yellow Splatters had seen the same while marching through the city.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have coins.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. See?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue found some silver and two gold coins stuffed in his desk. Erin had paid him for guarding the inn along with the other Redfangs. They\u2019d been keepsakes. Useless. Until now. Yellow Splatters produced his own money pouch. He poured the coins onto the table. Numbtongue stared at the bronze, silver, and gold. Yellow Splatters stared at the pile and him.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Is that enough for a potion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe? Maybe one.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin had no idea. He thought about asking Erin. Did she know how much a potion was worth? Maybe Ceria? Yellow Splatters opened his mandibles and clicked<\/em>, clearing his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could\u2026attempt to look at some in Liscor. However, I do not know if the [Alchemists] there would allow me into their stores. Obtaining potions\u2026that would be very useful. Very.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded. Potions were every Goblin\u2019s dream. You could save your life with one. Even the Redfangs, who were rich, had coveted every bottle they found. Speaking of which\u2026Numbtongue frowned at his belt. He had two healing potions. And another stashed under his pillow. Erin had given them to him, but she\u2019d gotten hers from\u2014his eyes widened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWant to look at some? I know a place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn Liscor? You are banned from the city.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue scowled and then suppressed it.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. But I think\u2014we can go there. Follow me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Casually, he left his room and went downstairs. Yellow Splatters swept his and Numbtongue\u2019s money into his pouch and followed. Erin was downstairs, serving guests. They looked at Numbtongue when he came down, but no one caused a scene this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin. Can we go somewhere? With the door?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue innocently walked over to Erin. She looked around suspiciously, but when she heard what he wanted, she nodded after a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure. I mean, if you\u2019re just visiting her. Don\u2019t let her rip you off! Tell you what\u2014the Pallass crowd\u2019ll riot if I don\u2019t keep the door open there. But I can let you two through and\u2026check on you in ten minutes? Just tell Octavia that if she scams you, I\u2019ll rip off her arm or something. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded eagerly. He beckoned to Yellow Splatters, and Erin pushed her way towards the magic door. Lyonette looked anxious as Erin changed the door, let the Hobgoblin and Antinium through, and then came back.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure that\u2019s fine, Erin? Shouldn\u2019t one of us go with them? Or at least one of the Horns?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine. It\u2019s just Octavia. Numbtongue promised to stay in her shop. And I\u2019ll head over as soon as I finish setting up the fondue. Relc\u2019s gonna love<\/em> this. Hey, Relc!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin waved and turned. It was just five minutes. Ten or fifteen at most. She\u2019d be over as soon as she finished melting the cheese in the big pot. Pisces was providing the flame, and Erin had already equipped Mrsha, Ceria, Yvlon, and Ksmvr with some long forks to dip sausage into the cheesy goodness. Relc was beaming as he rushed over with Embria following, and Erin was smiling too. She\u2019d introduce the wonders of fondue to the inn, then pop over to Stitchworks and\u2026deal with Octavia for a bit.<\/p>\n

It never occurred to her to worry. Right up until her [Dangersense] started going off, that was.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

It was past lunch in Celum. And Stitchworks, the [Alchemist]\u2019s shop owned by Octavia Cotton, was not open. It was still closed despite the [Alchemist] being awake. She sat in her shop, and for once, she was too tired to make a sale.<\/p>\n

She knew she had to. The day\u2019s payment had been twelve silver. More than half a gold coin! For an [Alchemist], it was doable. But Octavia had to sell and sell well to get ahead of that. Let alone make money.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut what\u2019s the point? I might as well pack up rather than keep on here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dully, Octavia stared at her racks of potions. The magical glow they gave off was usually enough to cheer her up. But today the colors just looked pale. Fake. Octavia was an [Alchemist]. She could see the low quality of her own potions.<\/p>\n

She used to think she made up for quality with quantity, an affordable margin for both her customers and herself. She\u2019d liked to imagine she was making her mark in Izril, despite the competition. Today? She wished she\u2019d never left Chandrar.<\/p>\n

Octavia stared at her potions. Then she stared out the boarded-up window of her shop. There were slits in the imperfect covering, but the pane of glass in her door also gave her a view of the street. She could see them out there. They were watching her.<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist]\u2019s eyes flicked to her shelves. To the door. Then to another door set in the back of her shop. It was a magic door. Or at least, the mana stone glittering in the doorframe was magic. But if Octavia opened the door, it would just reveal a wall. It wasn\u2019t connected to Liscor at the moment. So she couldn\u2019t just run through with all her gold and potions.<\/p>\n

Even if she could, then what? Octavia shook her head. Assume she could get her gold, her equipment, and <\/em>all her ingredients and wares through. She was still out the cost of her shop. Not to mention she\u2019d have to set up in Liscor. If they even accepted String-people. And would Erin let Octavia stay? Or\u2014if Octavia opened the door and asked, begged for help\u2026<\/p>\n

No. Octavia shook her head and slowly got up. She went over to her shop sign and slowly changed it. Erin wasn\u2019t going to come to her rescue. She, Octavia, had given up on the thought. Why ask? Octavia hadn\u2019t gotten anyone she knew to slow down and hear her out. Bad pitches, bad timing\u2026it didn\u2019t matter. She knew all the Gold-rank teams had left Erin\u2019s inn anyways. And who would answer her call if she did ask? Erin? That small Gnoll, Mrsha? Lyonette? The Horns?<\/p>\n

\u201cSay they did take care of\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia peeked out her door again and counted. Then she shook her head. Even if they got all of them<\/em>, Quelm had, what, two times that many lurking about. He\u2019d gone mad. And it was Octavia\u2019s fault. Well, he\u2019d started it by stealing her designs. But\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t wriggle out of it this time, Octavia Cotton. It was a bad deal, and you knew it. You should have just let it lie. Now you\u2019ve got to pay up. It\u2019s just twelve silver. Every day.\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia stared blankly at her shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to move. To Remendia. Ocre. Or Esthelm. Yeah. Esthelm doesn\u2019t have an [Alchemist], right? Or if they do, how good can they be? City gets sacked by the Goblin Lord\u2014there\u2019s bound to be plenty of business opportunities! I hold on, make a few preparations\u2026Quelm\u2019s not watching the gates, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes flicked to the window, then to the magic door again. If only\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cErin. Ten gold? I could manage that.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was all her savings. But if Erin swung it for her\u2026Octavia hesitated. Ten gold wouldn\u2019t buy enough Silver-rank teams for a fight with that many thugs. Not to mention the City Watch wasn\u2019t getting involved. They were bought-off. Or something. Quelm had Octavia\u2019s gold. And his sales from the matches. And\u2026<\/p>\n

She was sitting behind her counter. Octavia buried her head in her hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought she liked me. A bit? I know I\u2019m a bit pushy. But I thought Krshia\u2014or the Horns\u2014we have a business relationship. I\u2019m still selling to Krshia. Surely\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared down at her counter. It was swimming a bit.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid they all hate me that<\/em> much?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nothing in her shop answered her. After a moment though, Octavia heard a jingle<\/em>. She looked up. At least she had this. She put a smile on her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to Stitchworks, friend! Can I interest you in my potions? Four silver off any first purchase and\u2014ulp!\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at the rough figure that had pushed open the door. Octavia slowly closed her mouth and sat down. The [Thug] grinned at her. He was rough-shaven and smelled of sweat.<\/p>\n

\u201cMorning, Miss Octavia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. H-hello. How\u2019re things? Checking in on the shop? I paid today, you know. Promptly and on time! There\u2019s no need for\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia could normally out-talk anyone she met. But the words dried up as the man looked around her shop. She could see the long knife at his belt. But that wasn\u2019t what terrified her. String-people didn\u2019t fear knives. It was fire she feared. Fire and those who caused it.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like you haven\u2019t got much business. Alchemist Quelm\u2019s concerned.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs\u2014is he? Well, you can assure him that I\u2019ll get him his money.\u201d<\/p>\n

Esthelm.<\/em> She could move tonight if she found a good [Wagon Driver]. And if they weren\u2019t watching her shop. The [Thug] looked around and shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you say. But he\u2019s concerned. And since he\u2019s so worried, he sent me and some of the guys around to help you sell.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a second, Octavia was confused. Was Quelm mad? Did he think this would be a good [Shop Assistant]? She stared as the [Thug] went over to one of her shelves of potions.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp me sell? He really doesn\u2019t need to\u2014hey! Wait! What are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Thug] was grabbing bottles off the shelf. Octavia rushed around her counter.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Those are mine! Here, you want the next payment? I can make it! Tell Quelm\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She grabbed at her money drawer and realized it was locked. The [Thug] just shook his head. He grinned at her, exposing bright, well-kept teeth. Octavia felt they should have been rotten or replaced by gold.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlchemist <\/em>Quelm has decided there\u2019s a new deal. You\u2019ll be selling your potions through his store. You\u2019ll get your cut\u2014but everything<\/em> goes through him, got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

He grabbed an armful of bottles. Octavia couldn\u2019t take it.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! That\u2019s my merchandise! If he takes that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Her income was liquid. Literally; more money was in the potions waiting to be sold than anywhere in her shop, even her safe. The [Thug] raised a fist as Octavia grabbed at him, and she flinched.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t. We\u2019re taking all of these today. Damn, we\u2019ll need a wheelbarrow or something. I\u2019m not carrying them. You\u2019ll get two-thirds\u2014Alchemist Quelm gets a third. And he won\u2019t even charge you a daily fee anymore. Isn\u2019t that fair?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2014that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia gulped for air. The world was swimming. If Quelm did that, she\u2019d lose far more than twelve silver every day. A third of her profits? He\u2019d be the only [Alchemist] selling in the city, and she\u2019d be unable to run. Both she and Quelm and the [Thug] knew it. He gave her another pearly smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t do this. This<\/em> is too far. Quelm\u2014I know we had our grudges, but this is robbery. I\u2019ll go to the City Watch if you take my potions. I\u2019ll testify under truth spell! I have friends in Liscor too. I go through that door\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia\u2019s voice shook. The [Thug] turned to her. His eyes narrowed. Suddenly, deliberately, he dropped his armful of potions.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Too late. Octavia grabbed one bottle, but the rest smashed<\/em> on the floor. Horrified, she stared as four stamina potions and three healing potions mixed on the floor. That was\u2014at least three gold\u2019s worth of\u2014she looked up as a boot smashed the glass shards flat. The [Thug] drew his knife with a snarl.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what? You tell the Watch or you go through that door and your store won\u2019t last till morning. Neither will you. We\u2019re<\/em> in charge now, not some [Guardsmen]. Or didn\u2019t you hear what happened to Jeffil?\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia froze, the last potion in her hands. She backed up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard. But\u2014but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Thug] grinned unpleasantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cToo bad String-people can just replace their arms, right? Don\u2019t make us make an example of you. Be smart. Mabel the \u2018Magnificent\u2019 is smart. She\u2019s working for Alchemist Quelm. You\u2019ve got one chance to make the right move. Either you agree right now or\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He broke off. Octavia heard a sudden roar of sound and jumped. A familiar voice rang out in her shop!<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay! Ten minutes! Remember, stay inside!\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Thug] swore and ducked back. Octavia turned. The door to Erin\u2019s inn was open! Her heart leapt, but the warning growl behind her made her tense up. And the door was closing as soon as it opened. Octavia opened her mouth\u2014and then choked when she saw who was coming through the door. A Hobgoblin and\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell is that?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Thug] hissed at Octavia. Frozen, the [Alchemist] stared at Yellow Splatters and then looked around.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn Antinium Soldier. And that\u2019s\u2026Numbtongue.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a Hob!<\/em> A flipping Hobgoblin!\u201d<\/p>\n

The man seemed afraid, which pleased Octavia. She hesitated, looking at Numbtongue. He glanced at her and waved.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe want to look at things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, okay! I mean, great! Pleased to have you here! And your friend! I\u2019ll be over in a second!\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia smiled nervously. Her eyes flicked to the [Thug]. He glared at her. Slowly, he edged back to her door and caught himself. He leaned over to Octavia and hissed.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll finish this later. Get them to go away.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Stitch-girl hesitated. The [Thug] caught her arm, squeezing it tight.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay anything and we\u2019ve got fourteen people outside your shop. Don\u2019t be stupid. I\u2019ll be right here.\u201d<\/p>\n

He bared his teeth. Octavia\u2019s heart sank. She saw him go to the door and wave his hand urgently. Damn. If there weren\u2019t more\u2014she hurried over to Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Numbtongue, right? Good to see you!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin eyed the [Alchemist]\u2019s smile warily. He sniffed the air and frowned. Then he leaned around her and spotted the puddle of potions. His eyes widened. Octavia glanced at him and then the [Thug].<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, that? Don\u2019t worry about it. Minor spill. What can I do for you? Is, uh, Erin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn her inn. She\u2019ll come later. We want to buy a potion. We have\u2026money.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue waved vaguely at the Antinium Soldier. Octavia backed up a step as she saw the Soldier towering over her. Was it her or was this fellow big<\/em> even for an Antinium?<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2014well, uh\u2014a Soldier? I\u2019m happy to sell to all customers, but how do I know what he wants? What you want? Does he have a name?\u201d<\/p>\n

Too late, Octavia remembered. You weren\u2019t supposed to ask Antinium their names! She froze, but the Soldier nodded and opened his mandibles.<\/p>\n

\u201cYellow Splatters. I was reborn and given a voice. I am looking to purchase as many potions as possible for this amount of money.\u201d<\/p>\n

He opened his money pouch. Octavia\u2019s jaw dropped at the gold and silver glittering there. She could sell\u2014her eyes darted to the [Thug].<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat! I mean, wonderful! I\u2014I can definitely sell you whatever you need. And hey, did you say Erin\u2019s coming through?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn a bit. What\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue replied absently. Octavia glanced at the potion he was indicating.<\/p>\n

\u201cPepperspray Potion. Uh\u2014listen, Numbtongue\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Octavia! You\u2019re gonna close up shop soon, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Thug] called out from where he was standing. Octavia\u2019s heart sank. He was eying her as he pretended to browse the shelves. And fingering the dagger on his belt. She looked at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin had a frown on his face as he looked at the [Thug]. Octavia inhaled.<\/p>\n

She could tell him. But what if he said no? If it was Ceria or Pisces or Yvlon\u2014not Ksmvr\u2014she might have risked it. But she could see more people slowly advancing down the street. And Numbtongue? The Hobgoblin? Weakly, Octavia realized that the [Thug] was going to make her chase out Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. And Erin too.<\/p>\n

Erin<\/em>. Oh no. If she came by and started a fight, he\u2019d knife her. This wasn\u2019t any tough. They\u2019d crippled<\/em> Jeffil. And they were going to take her potions. How many did he say there were? Fifteen? Octavia looked at Numbtongue. The Soldier. Then she thought of Erin. If Erin got into a fight and they drew their weapons\u2014<\/p>\n

The sigh that escaped the [Alchemist]\u2019s mouth was slow and long. She wiped her eyes across her stained sleeve once. That was all. Then she gave Numbtongue a big smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, you came here just in time, Numbtongue. I\u2019m doing a clearance sale. Reorganizing my stock. Whatever you want\u2014it\u2019s half-off. Tell me what you need, and I\u2019ll get it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin did a double-take. So did the Soldier. Numbtongue looked at her suspiciously.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?<\/em> Is this a\u2026trick?\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia had to admit that she\u2019d never done a sale like that without some kind of trick. But today she just spread her hands wide.<\/p>\n

\u201cNope! Let me get you your potions. I think Erin\u2019ll have to wait on coming through; let\u2019s do business before she gets here. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin\u2019s response was so normal that Octavia wavered. She looked over her shoulder. And she tried to think of a code, something he could relay to Erin. But she was sure that the [Thug] would pick up on anything obvious like that.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust grand, Numbtongue. Just grand. What can I do for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin exchanged a glance with the Soldier. Octavia could have sworn she saw the Soldier\u2019s antennae do some weird twitching. But it didn\u2019t matter. She\u2019d sell them everything she could just to spite Quelm. And then let the gang take her goods. Then leave Celum or\u2026she looked at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. They looked strong. Stronger than the [Thug]. But there were a lot of thugs outside.<\/p>\n

And she didn\u2019t have anything to offer them. Even if she could warn them. It wasn\u2019t a good deal for them. So Octavia bit her lip and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on. Time\u2019s money. What do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

There was someone else watching Stitchworks. The [Enforcer]. The [Nightstalker], and her [Blackguard] escort. They sat in the little bakery caf\u00e9. It had been a few hours, but they\u2019d bought enough snacks and drinks to keep the [Baker]\u2019s assistant quite happy to let them stay as long as they wanted.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d been good for gossip too. The polite, well-mannered man with the hat who\u2019d tipped well had asked any number of questions about Liscor and the magic door that the [Baker]-in-training had been only too happy to talk about.<\/p>\n

Now they were watching the door as she reluctantly helped her master, who was actually a mistress, prepare dough in the kitchen. At the table, the [Nightstalker], who\u2019d been sitting and slowly drinking the hours by while gnashing her teeth, suddenly swore and sat up.<\/p>\n

\u201cFucking rotted Ghoul dicks. What the hell is that?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Even surprised, she was too professional to point at the [Alchemist]\u2019s shop. Nor did she need to. The [Enforcer] and the [Blackguard] had seen the same thing. The [Blackguard] checked his blades. The [Enforcer] just tipped up his cap and sat up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that\u2019s<\/em> not something you see every day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fucking insanity. What the hell\u2019s going on in Liscor? No\u2014where does that damn door lead?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] winced at the [Nightstalker]\u2019s language. But he didn\u2019t take his eyes off the strange pair who\u2019d entered the [Alchemist]\u2019s shop. He stared at the green Goblin and the insect-man as they wandered about the shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe it\u2019s a Hobgoblin. And that other one is\u2026an Antinium Soldier.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] settled back in her chair, but only slightly. She was gripping the stilettos concealed in her dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey came at the wrong time. That [Thug] was just about to wrap up that shop with his gang.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] nodded quietly. It hadn\u2019t been too interesting to see. Predictably, this Alchemist Quelm had sent a gang in to make sure his competition didn\u2019t fly the coop as it were. Taking their goods and selling them through his store was a classic move that hadn\u2019t impressed the [Enforcer] or the [Nightstalker]. But now a wrinkle had entered the plan. A very big<\/em> wrinkle with four arms and another one with green skin and glowing eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cHobs. Fucking Hobs walking about in daylight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard there were some in Liscor.\u201d<\/p>\n

That didn\u2019t come from the [Enforcer]. It was the first words the [Blackguard] had spoken. The man must have been rattled to break his silence. The [Nightstalker] glanced at the man and glared.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t change things. But maybe they\u2019re our marks. Who knows? You see anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

She was clearly expecting the answer to be \u2018no\u2019. But the [Blackguard] leaned forwards.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. I do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman sat forwards. Now her eyes were fixed on the two. She glanced at the [Enforcer] and leaned over to the [Blackguard]. He whispered urgently to her, and her eyes widened. She kept her voice low, shielding her mouth, but the [Enforcer] wasn\u2019t looking at her. He was adjusting his cap and sniffing the air. A foul odor drifted towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, this is a right mess.\u201d<\/p>\n

He muttered to himself and reached for something concealed at his side. A bit of leather and lead, that was all. Inside the shop, the Hob and Soldier were wandering about, peering at bottles. The [Enforcer] could see them through the door and the boarded up window, moving about. The [Nightstalker] narrowed her eyes. She had a better vision Skill than he did; she could clearly see through the boards of wood.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat idiot [Thug]\u2019s still there with the Stitch-girl [Alchemist].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably to make sure she doesn\u2019t run. Not that she\u2019d abandon her shop. That\u2019s her livelihood.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] commented. The [Nightstalker] nodded, her enmity with him forgotten. Her painted nails drummed on the table. She glanced down the street. More people were moving towards the shop. The [Enforcer] grimaced; he saw the gang he\u2019d met that morning drifting towards Stitchworks, as subtle as a cow walking through a brothel. The [Nightstalker] bared her teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook. The Hob\u2019s noticed the gang outside. See the way he\u2019s looking over the shelves? So\u2019s that bug. What\u2019re they going to do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInterfere?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] frowned. He could see the [Alchemist] tagging along besides the Hob, clearly offering him a potion. Was she trying to get rid of him? From the way the [Thug] was glaring, he\u2019d made a threat. Get rid of them so we can take your inventory.<\/em> The [Enforcer] shook his head. Classless. Embarrassingly rude. Unconscionable, even. He itched to intervene. But he had a job, and that was to watch.<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] was eying the dozen plus men and women now loitering about Stitchworks. They were clearing the street; the passersby could smell trouble. They\u2019d probably already seen Quelm\u2019s thugs shaking down the [Alchemist] before. She snorted.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not their fight. Two versus fifteen? And I saw a second gang close by. Looks like that Quelm has people looking for us after I stabbed that idiot. Would you take those odds?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] didn\u2019t reply. But he knew even the [Nightstalker] and her [Blackguard] bodyguard would have hesitated if the fifteen had shown some teeth in the alleyway this morning. They might be low-level, but numbers were enough in a fight. A knife between the ribs was all it took, if you didn\u2019t have the right Skills or magical equipment.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey might have numbers, but it looks like they\u2019re spooked by the Antinium and Hobgoblin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmateurs.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] sneered. The gang was right outside the shop, giving the nervous [Thug] inside visible support. He looked relieved and began haranguing the [Alchemist] inside the shop. She stepped back to argue with him, pointing at the Hob and Soldier. The [Enforcer] cursed and craned his head to see.<\/p>\n

The odd duo were talking, staring at a potion and occasionally looking at the [Thug] and at the gang outside. They were clearly aware of something, but how much the [Enforcer] couldn\u2019t say. He\u2019d known\u2026well, Goblins were unpredictable sometimes. And he\u2019d never met Antinium. The sight of that Soldier made his skin crawl. But then the [Enforcer] saw the [Thug] reach his breaking point.<\/p>\n

Inside the shop, the [Alchemist] was arguing with the man. He, impatient with her, nervous of the two strange creatures, did what came naturally to a man like him. As Octavia Cotton pointed at the magic door, he lost his temper and struck her across the face. It was a light blow, but Octavia went stumbling back, clutching at her cheek.<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin and Soldier looked up. For a second, everyone, the gang outside, the [Thug], the [Enforcer], and the [Nightstalker] and [Blackguard] tensed. The Hob looked at Octavia, blinked, and then pointed at the bottle in his claws. The Soldier nodded, and they went back to talking. They didn\u2019t move, and Octavia raised two placating hands as the [Thug] shouted something at her.<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] snorted.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re smart at least. Do we really have to watch this no-name [Alchemist] get shaken down, or can we\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] broke off, eying the [Enforcer]\u2019s face. The [Blackguard] turned in his chair to eye the Brother as well. The [Enforcer] slowly tugged the hat lower on his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to stroll closer.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stood up. He\u2019d already paid for his food, so he left the table and the Sister of Chell behind. Slowly, the [Enforcer] strolled down the street. Inside the shop, Octavia was placating the [Thug]. And it seemed the Hobgoblin and Soldier had made their decision. The Hobgoblin was showing a glowing, green and blue bottle to her, and she was nodding.<\/p>\n

The [Thug] stepped back, practically trembling with adrenaline, as the Hob walked past him to the counter with the [Alchemist]. The Soldier stayed where he was, next to the door. The Hobgoblin turned as he passed the [Thug] and pointed to the bottle. The [Thug] recoiled and snapped something.<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] slowed as he saw the Hobgoblin raise the bottle and smile. It was a toothy, big<\/em> smile that exposed his teeth. And his crimson eyes widened. He turned back to the counter as the [Thug] backed up. Then he whirled and smashed the glass bottle into<\/em> the [Thug]\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

The sound of the glass breaking was audible from outside the shop. The [Thug] stumbled back, clawing at his face, as the potion ran into his cut flesh. The Hob inspected the man\u2019s face. Then he grabbed the man by the collar.<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] saw a blur of motion. He cursed and accelerated, casually walking towards the group of low-level criminals outside. They were staring into the shop, looking at each other. The [Enforcer] heard a shout from inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cNumbtongue,<\/em> wait\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The next thing the [Enforcer] saw was the body of the [Thug] flying through<\/em> the boarded up window. He landed on the ground in a shower of wood and splinters, face bleeding. His friends recoiled. The door to Stitchworks slowly opened, and the Hobgoblin walked out. He strode over to the [Thug], who was lying on the paving stones. The man tried to get up, gasping, his lungs and chest malfunctioning. The Hob regarded him. Then he waved at someone in the shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stay there.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned and stomped<\/em> on the man\u2019s chest. The [Thug] screamed. His friends grabbed their weapons. And the Hobgoblin turned around. Fourteen Humans surrounded him. They had knives, clubs, a spiked mace, even a sword. He had his bare hands, two potions at his belt, and a small sack at his waist. No weapons. The [Enforcer] sniffed the air and smelled for death. He saw the Hobgoblin grin. After a second, so did the man.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

There was no point to this fight. No benefit. Numbtongue raised his fists as the shouting Humans surrounded him. They were screaming, asking questions, making threats. As if they hadn\u2019t seen him just throw their friend out Octavia\u2019s window. They were clearly amateurs. When you saw an enemy, you didn\u2019t shout at him. Numbtongue spun.<\/p>\n

Instead, you did this<\/em>. He lunged at the nearest Human, a man, and grabbed his arm. The fellow had a club and recoiled. He tried to yank away, but Numbtongue had his club arm. He raised his other hand to punch. Numbtongue was faster. He hit the man across the nose and heard something crunch<\/em>. He stumbled back, screaming, and Numbtongue took careful aim with his knee.<\/p>\n

The crunch<\/em> was the sound of Numbtongue\u2019s knee hitting the man\u2019s groin. Perhaps the man had had some kind of protective leather cup there. Either way, it was now part of his genitalia. Numbtongue let go of him, and the man dropped, clutching at his privates.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods! <\/em>He got Blaikil!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet him! It\u2019s one Hob!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Humans were screaming at each other. Numbtongue swung around and saw the first one move. He dodged backwards as a knife swung at his stomach and grabbed the arm attached to it. His claws dug into the skin, and whoever was holding the knife screamed and dropped it. That<\/em> was sloppy. Numbtongue belted the Human woman in the stomach and jumped back as she threw up. He looked for the knife\u2014<\/p>\n

And someone slammed into him from the side. The Hobgoblin went tumbling as a huge man struck him a blow across the face and kicked at him. Numbtongue rolled, sprang to his feet, and grabbed the leg as it hit him in the chest. He growled<\/em> and twisted<\/em> the leg until he heard something go pop<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The scream this time was rewarding. The man fell, clutching his leg. But another swung, and Numbtongue felt a spiked club tear across his chest. A tearing pain made him back up, shielding his face. The spikes tore at his arm, and the [Bandit] hollered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got him! Stab the monster! Stab him\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

His friends charged Numbtongue. Six on one. The Hobgoblin fell back, cursing. It wasn\u2019t a good fight. They might be unprepared. They might be lower-level. But there were so many. Why take this fight? Why do it at all?<\/p>\n

Octavia had nothing to offer Numbtongue. Nothing he couldn\u2019t buy at another shop. And the trouble of saving her wasn\u2019t worth it. Not to the [Alchemist]. Or the [Enforcer] or [Nightstalker] or gang. It didn\u2019t make sense to them. But it did to Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it wasn\u2019t about what someone had to offer. Or about how useful a person was. It wasn\u2019t about value or cost. If you thought like that, people became numbers. And if you gave people value, what value had Goblins? If that were so, Erin Solstice would never have given a Goblin food. Or asked a Worker\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

As the gang swarmed Numbtongue, the door to Stitchworks opened a second time. The men and women closest to the door looked up as it opened. They stared and screamed. The rest turned as a huge shape barreled out of the door.<\/p>\n

It had taken Yellow Splatters eight seconds to walk around the shop without bumping into anything. Now the Antinium charged. His fist took the man with the spiked club in the face. The man spun\u2014the other three fists lashed out, pummeling the Human. Yellow Splatters turned, and his hands grabbed a Human [Thief]. He lifted the screaming man overhead and threw <\/em>him on the ground.<\/p>\n

The gang stared at their friend as he fell. They listened to the sound he made as he landed. He didn\u2019t move. Yellow Splatters looked around, and his mandibles opened wide. His deep voice boomed as Numbtongue set himself behind the Antinium.<\/p>\n

\u201cFlee. Or stand and suffer.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Humans wavered. They looked up at him. A giant, a black-brown insect from the nightmares of Rhir. A Soldier. And behind him, a monster that grinned with glowing red eyes.<\/p>\n

Goblins and Antinium really didn\u2019t count cost. Erin had never counted the cost of kindness. You did what you did. And that usually involved hitting things.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters charged with a roar that shook the street. Two against eleven. The Hobgoblin leapt and kicked a man in the chest, ignoring the sword that slashed at his side. His blood hit the street as he and the man fell. The Human reached for the sword\u2014Numbtongue kicked him in the face as hard as he could. The man\u2019s head snapped back and made a gurgling sound. But it wasn\u2019t enough to kill. Numbtongue saw a confusion of legs as he rolled.<\/p>\n

Up.<\/em> He had to get\u2014someone rammed into him from the side, a knife stabbing. Numbtongue felt it hit his gut twice. He sucked in, but the pain wasn\u2019t even registering. To the woman\u2019s horror, he caught the bloody knife with one claw, ignoring the way it cut his palm. He tightened his grip as she tried to pull away.<\/p>\n

\u201cDull.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue informed her before he put a thumb in her eye. Screaming, the woman let go and Numbtongue tossed the knife aside. Any blade he could grab that hard without losing his fingers was dull. It had still gotten his stomach. The Hobgoblin reached for his belt and saw someone swinging at his chest. He raised an arm and felt the impact as a [Highwayman] hit him with a cudgel. The man gaped, and Numbtongue kicked<\/em> him in the groin as he grabbed a potion. It was a winning tactic.<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin didn\u2019t bother to uncork the vial. He tossed it into his mouth and chomped<\/em>. Shards of glass splintered, cutting his mouth, but the cuts began to heal as the potion flowed down his throat. Carefully, looking around, Numbtongue held the shards with his tongue and spat<\/em> them in the face of the next Human he saw.<\/p>\n

This was a fight. This was a fight!<\/em> The Humans were everywhere. And though they outnumbered Numbtongue, he was not alone. Behind him, Yellow Splatters had his back to Octavia\u2019s shop. He looked around as six Humans came at him at once. A man stabbed at him with a long-handled knife, and the blade sunk into the [Sergeant]\u2019s carapace. A few inches. Then the poor metal snapped.<\/em><\/p>\n

Casually, Yellow Splatters backhanded the man with one of his four arms. Then he turned as another man charged him with a yell. The Soldier swung left with two arms into the man\u2019s chest and stomach, and then right, hitting a woman across her scarred face and belly. Both Human\u2019s bodies made dull, heavy sounds, and their feet left the ground. When they landed, they crumpled into heaps.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Power Strike]!\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone struck Yellow Splatters from behind. This time, the Soldier\u2019s carapace cracked<\/em> as a fellow with brass knuckles delivered two powerful blows into his back. But aside from a green trickle that began to run from the cracked spots, the Soldier barely staggered. The [Brawler] paled as Yellow Splatters turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cFive Families save\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

All four of Yellow Splatters' arms shot out. Two grabbed the [Brawler]\u2019s fists. The other two began battering the man in the face and chest. After five seconds, Yellow Splatters let go. He turned around, and the other Humans backed up.<\/p>\n

\u201cAntinium.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone whispered it. The Soldier nodded. He looked at the weapons the street gang held. They were deadly in Celum. A club with spikes, a sword, a few daggers\u2014they were good against Humans. Drakes. Gnolls and Goblins even. But the Antinium had been built for war.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome or flee. It makes no difference to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He raised his fists and advanced. The others pulled back. Numbtongue, seeing Yellow Splatters advance slowly, shouted a warning.<\/p>\n

\u201cDodge!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Soldier glanced at him. Then he twisted. Too late\u2014the vial exploded,<\/em> and half of Yellow Splatters' body was aflame! The Soldier made no sound, but instantly dropped and rolled. But the vial had been sticky oil. The flames refused to go out, and the Humans swarmed the Antinium, kicking and beating at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOff!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue leapt at the nearest one. The man turned and screamed as Numbtongue grabbed his arm, ready to break it. The Hobgoblin twisted<\/em> and then felt an arm descend around his throat. He twisted\u2014but too late. The man tightened his arm in a chokehold. Numbtongue gasped, staggering forwards, and the man shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got it! Stab it\u2014stab\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrieked<\/em>, clutching at his arm and letting go of the chokehold. His friends stared at the huge chunk<\/em> of flesh missing, gushing blood. Numbtongue spat the flesh and grinned with bloody teeth. He turned, head butted the man, and heard a nose break again. Then he punched.<\/p>\n

One rib. Three.<\/em> The man gurgled and fell down. Numbtongue looked around as he grabbed Yellow Splatters and hauled him to his feet. The Soldier came up, wiping at the liquid. He clicked,<\/em> and Numbtongue grabbed for his other potion.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrink!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Antinium grabbed at the vial. Numbtongue whirled. There were\u2026seven Humans left. They backed away as he bared his bloody teeth at them. They had wide eyes, and they were panting despite only having fought for\u2014what, a minute? Less?<\/p>\n

They could do this. Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue. Despite the numbers. The Humans weren\u2019t ready for this fight! They might have killed once or twice, but they hadn\u2019t fought<\/em> in the battles Numbtongue had. They weren\u2019t prepared for his ferocity or his willingness to do anything to win. Or Yellow Splatters\u2019 strength, for that matter.<\/p>\n

But they did outnumber the two. Only six or seven now, maybe, but Numbtongue knew how this fight worked\u2014he\u2019d been on the other side of it countless times before. One high-level adventurer versus dozens of Goblins. He might cut them down, but if one managed to land a blow, or if he fell, he was dead. He raised his fists, looking around. If they could retreat into Octavia\u2019s shop\u2014grab some more potions\u2014<\/p>\n

Then ten more masked Humans ran around the street corner. And they were holding bared blades and clubs. One stopped when he saw Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters, but the man who\u2019d run to grab them screamed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s them! Get them! Backup\u2019s on the way!\u201d<\/p>\n

Seventeen<\/em> Humans advanced. Nervously, but in concert. Numbtongue growled, and Yellow Splatters, the flames on his carapace still burning, looked about.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe alchemist\u2019s fire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBack. Backs to the shop.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin and Soldier backed up. The Humans chased them. Only two had what looked like throwing weapons. Numbtongue ducked, and Yellow Splatters blocked a throwing knife with one arm. It glanced off his armor, and another Human heaved a brick. It shattered on the Antinium\u2019s other arm.<\/p>\n

No more alchemist weapons. But some of the Humans were tending to their friends with potions! Numbtongue cursed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThem!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed. Yellow Splatters didn\u2019t ask questions. The two charged, scattering the Humans before they could revive their friends. Numbtongue grabbed at a potion, twisted an arm out of its socket. Took a fist to the face. He snarled, kicked out, and hit a Human in the groin. It was a woman, so she didn\u2019t fall down from that alone. A second kick to the same spot dislocated her hip.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue whirled, dodging another knife. He grabbed the arm and swung his elbow as hard as he could into the face that followed when he yanked. <\/em>He cursed as he looked for Yellow Splatters, twisting out of the way of another Human and throwing him into his friends. This wasn\u2019t how Redfangs fought! They outnumbered their enemies! And Numbtongue hadn\u2019t brought his sword or his guitar.<\/p>\n

He felt two\u2014three pairs of hands grab him from behind. Cursing, the Hobgoblin struck backwards, but they were holding him still. In front of him, a Human with a crossbow was aiming it. Real weapons. Numbtongue struggled as the man sighted, ignoring the peril to his comrades. He aimed at Numbtongue\u2019s stomach\u2014and a Human man standing next to him lifted the bolt out of the bow. The [Crossbowman] gaped\u2014and the [Enforcer] stabbed the tip of the bolt into the [Crossbowman]\u2019s chest and twisted.<\/em><\/p>\n

The hands holding Numbtongue slackened for a moment in surprise. Numbtongue twisted, saw the first Human, leaned over, and bit<\/em>. The screaming woman clutched at her shoulder. The other Humans started back too late. Numbtongue yanked a head down into his knee and turned around. The man who\u2019d stabbed the [Crossbowman] stepped past the downed archer; the crossbow was busted, having been slammed into the man\u2019s chest until both bones and frame broke. He tipped his cap to Numbtongue and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cPardon me, sirs. Saw you were in a bit of a scrap. And I\u2019m afraid my fellows wouldn\u2019t forgive me letting this rude lot go.\u201d<\/p>\n

So saying, he drew the object at his side and turned. An outraged [Footpad] with a garroting wire staggered back, and Numbtongue saw his nose was broken. The [Enforcer] adjusted his cap and then stepped forwards smartly.<\/p>\n

He was quick<\/em>. And as ruthless as any Goblin. The man stomped<\/em>, broke the screaming [Footpad]\u2019s foot, and knocked him flat with a blow from the leather sap he carried. Numbtongue stared as the [Enforcer] turned around.<\/p>\n

\u201cBack.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue whirled, and his elbow caught a woman across the head. She went down in a moment. Absently, the Hob grabbed a man and put him in a chokehold, keeping him in front of the man\u2019s buddies while he watched the mysterious Human set to the people around him. What was he carrying?<\/p>\n

A sap. It was a bit of leather filled with something heavy, extending the [Enforcer]\u2019s reach by only a hand\u2019s length. It wasn\u2019t a tool any Goblin would use. But here? On these streets? The [Enforcer]\u2019s hands were almost too quick to see! He was striking people with the sap multiple times each second, elbow, arm, fingers, jaw\u2014he stepped back as a burly man swung past him with a cleaver. The Brother raised his sap and stepped into the man with the cleaver\u2019s guard.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Shatter Blows].\u201d<\/p>\n

His sap struck the helpless [Rogue] across the chest, the arm, the face. Numbtongue could hear bones breaking<\/em> with each strike. The [Rogue] fell down. Numbtongue realized the Human he was holding was unconscious. He let go, ducked a swing, grabbed a leg, yanked up. It was easy to kick the Human on the ground.<\/p>\n

Someone came at Numbtongue from behind, but they disappeared. Numbtongue whirled. And Yellow Splatters tossed the Human aside. Numbtongue looked up at the Soldier. He saw Yellow Splatters turn.<\/p>\n

\u201cCover me.\u201d<\/p>\n

And Numbtongue did. The moments blurred together. He stood with his back to Yellow Splatters, shouting.<\/p>\n

\u201cRedfang!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Then it was like how he remembered fighting. The Humans were everywhere. But his friend was at his back. Numbtongue spun, kicking, grabbing for a weapon. A club\u2014he swung it, and the wooden club locked with a sword trying to take his chest.<\/p>\n

More Humans!<\/em> Numbtongue didn\u2019t know where they\u2019d come from. Suddenly, there were twenty around him! Yellow Splatters guarded with two arms, swinging with blows that lifted men and women off their feet and put them on the ground. But he was too big a target. Someone threw a bag, and vines showered him and Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin fought clear, and a mace caught him on the side of the head.<\/p>\n

Reeling, he nearly tipped over. The [Brigand] tried to finish him off, and a potion exploded<\/em> in his face. He clutched at his eyes as a Pepperspray potion detonated. More Humans scrambled clear, but there were even more of them as Numbtongue got up. Yellow Splatters moved back, guarding the shop as Octavia hurled potions out of her window. Numbtongue swung his club and hit something.<\/p>\n

But they were losing? No. Yes. <\/em>The [Enforcer] spun past him, dodging four people at once, his hat clean. But he\u2019d taken a knife to the side. Numbtongue glanced around.<\/p>\n

So many Humans.<\/em> Where did they keep coming from? He looked down at the club in his hands and realized he was bleeding. He felt at his side. An arrow stood out.<\/p>\n

\u201cOw.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Bard] grinned weakly. The Humans were closing in. He looked back at the shop.<\/p>\n

\u201cNumbtongue!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters roared as he threw another Human. But he was cornered, his carapace bleeding. Three versus twenty had been done. Three versus thirty was possible. But forty?<\/p>\n

Numbtongue was surrounded. A [Warrior] with a sword advanced, and Numbtongue saw four more Humans closing around from each side. The Redfang Warrior bared his teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just one Hob. Kill it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shakily, one of the Humans breathed. Numbtongue stared at him. But it was true. Numbtongue was just a Hob. Not Headscratcher. Not Shorthilt. If either had been wielding this club\u2014Numbtongue blocked a slash from the [Warrior]. He staggered, slipping. Someone jumped in, stabbed Numbtongue along the shoulder, darted out. The Hobgoblin twisted his head, took a punch from a pair of brass knuckles.<\/p>\n

If only I was Headscratcher.<\/em> If only he were Pyrite. The other Goblin\u2019s memories surged in his head. He\u2019d fought Eater of Spears. He\u2019d hurt Reiss! He\u2019d stopped Tyrion Veltras. He could have won this fight. With fat. With strength. With skill<\/em>. He would have seen them coming. The sword flashed at Numbtongue\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

Pyrite would have ducked forwards.<\/em><\/p>\n

Numbtongue knew it. He ducked forwards, and the blade flashed over his head. But because he was moving, the Human [Warrior] actually ran into him. He tried to bring the sword down, but Numbtongue was under his arms. The Hobgoblin rose, staring at the sword.<\/p>\n

Good sword. Pyrite would have taken it. How?<\/em> Oh\u2014<\/p>\n

Another bite. This time down to the bone. Numbtongue felt a wrench<\/em> as the [Warrior] yanked his arm free, screaming. But he\u2019d loosened his grip on his sword. Numbtongue seized it. He eyed the blade.<\/p>\n

Iron. Not too sharp. But decent. What would Pyrite say? Not good. But okay. <\/em>The [Warrior] grabbed at a dagger. Someone charged Numbtongue. A dagger for his back. And Pyrite\u2014<\/p>\n

In the street, a Goblin turned. With one hand, he swung the iron sword in an arc. He brought it down, and the hand stabbing towards his back fell to the ground. The Human stared at his stump. Then he clutched at his arm and screamed.<\/p>\n

In a dream, Numbtongue gazed with interest at the Human. He looked at the sword, impressed. That was a good<\/em> cut. As good as any Shorthilt could have made. He didn\u2019t know how to do that.<\/p>\n

And yet\u2014he did. The Hobgoblin turned, and both of his claws grasped the sword\u2019s hilt. He took a stance. A proper one, not like the self-taught [Warrior]\u2019s fighting style he\u2019d learned as a Redfang. The [Warrior] with the dagger backed up too slow. The Hob slashed his chest, leapt back, twisted, and cut.<\/em> A second Human lost her hand, this time at the elbow.<\/p>\n

The street\u2014slowed. The gang of Humans backed up. Yellow Splatters, shielding his face, bleeding from a dozen injuries as Octavia tried to heal him, saw a Goblin turn. Numbtongue\u2019s face was dreamy. But his sword swung in patterns and arcs, measured, warding his back and sides. And fingers flew. Hands cut down to the bone. Iron sheared through arm. Until the Humans were running.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue cast aside the ruined iron blade. The edge was deformed from the last sword strike. A final Human charged him, not realizing her friends were running. She had blood in her eyes\u2014literally. But his memories, both his and Pyrite\u2019s, told him she was a high-level [Fighter]. Her brass knuckles had spikes on them\u2014she\u2019d gotten the [Enforcer]. The Hobgoblin looked down at his torn left arm, exposing sinew. And him.<\/p>\n

The [Bard] might have hesitated, grabbed at the sword. But part of him said look<\/em>. Numbtongue looked. He saw the woman\u2019s muscles moving along her arm and saw where she\u2019d punch. Numbtongue stepped back, and the tips of the knuckles struck the side of his face. Then he stepped in.<\/em><\/p>\n

His punch went through the gap in the woman\u2019s guard. She stumbled back, and Numbtongue followed it with a left hook. Stumbling, the woman retreated. He advanced, swinging, kicking.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t give her a second! Left hook, kick, elbow, punch, head butt, kick to the chest, punch, punch, <\/em>punch\u2014<\/em>he swung a fist and missed. The Human was lying on the ground, her eyes rolled up in her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone breathed it behind him. Numbtongue turned. The street was filled with bodies. The [Ruffian] dropped his shiv as Numbtongue looked at him. The Hobgoblin\u2019s eyes burned. The man screamed and ran. Numbtongue caught him halfway down the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me go! Let me go!\u201d<\/p>\n

The man was screaming, calling to his friends. Numbtongue turned the man to face him. The man grabbed at his side for something\u2014he stopped when Numbtongue made a fist.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho sent them?\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed down the street. The last of the gang was running as the [Enforcer] drank a potion. The [Ruffian]\u2019s eyes were wide, the unkempt man\u2019s face white.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can speak?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue shook the man so hard his bones rattled. The Hobgoblin spoke again impatiently.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho. Sent. You?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA-Alchemist Quelm! He sent us! He hired us! Go after him!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Ruffian] blinked, uncertain. Numbtongue made a fist.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell him if he tries again, we will hurt him. That is a Goblin threat. Understand? See this?\u201d<\/p>\n

He waved the fist under the [Ruffian]\u2019s nose. The man was nodding, relieved.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell him. I\u2019ll t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue aimed at the man\u2019s jaw. He punched<\/em> the man in the teeth and felt them cut into his fist\u2014and felt six of them break. He shook out his clawed hand, grimacing. Then he picked up the man screaming into what remained of his teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoblins don\u2019t make threats. Run.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He let go, and the man ran. Numbtongue looked around the street. Amazingly, no Humans had died in the fight. Some were dying<\/em> thanks to the blood leaving their body from the stumps of their arms and hands, but no one was dead. Yet. There was a remarkable amount of screaming. Numbtongue wandered back to the shop. Yellow Splatters looked up at Numbtongue as the Hobgoblin walked over.<\/p>\n

\u201cPotion.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2014oh, dead gods!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia poked her head out of the shop. She ran back inside and grabbed a bottle, threw it at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin caught it, opened it vaguely, and drank.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked down and saw a dozen injuries on his body closing. It occurred to him he might have been close to dying of blood-loss. Looking at Yellow Splatters, the Hobgoblin saw the Soldier was in better shape. Well, sort of. Yellow Splatters had been burned, and it seemed like something had melted through his right shoulder\u2019s armor. He was healing too; the cuts hadn\u2019t gone through his carapace, and it was mostly cracked. The Soldier looked at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cI called you back to the shop. You did not hear me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. I got a sword.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin pointed vaguely at the iron sword laying in the street. The Soldier nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I saw. You were impressive with it. A [Bard] is dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot me. It was\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin wavered. He turned his head. Belatedly, nearly fifteen minutes after the fight had begun, he heard a shrill whistle and the marching of boots. Dozens of [Guardsmen] flooded the street, covered in chainmail and leather armor, shields raised, clearly apprehensive. They stopped in horror when they saw the bodies and the Antinium and Hobgoblin.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods, it\u2019s a massacre!\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the women cried out in horror. A flurry of [Guardsmen] aimed at Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t move!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the men with a plumed helmet screamed at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. The Antinium and Goblin looked at each other. Neither one moved.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t seem to reassure the [Guards]. They advanced slowly, screaming at the two. One of them took a look at some of the Humans lying on the ground clutching at their limbs and called for healing potions.<\/p>\n

\u201cA-arrest the two of them\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Guardsman] with the helmet began uncertainly. Another one stared at Numbtongue and swore.<\/p>\n

\u201cHell to that! Shoot them!\u201d<\/p>\n

The arrows tensed<\/em> as the bowstrings drew back. The Watch Captain inhaled, and Numbtongue, seeing Yellow Splatters stiffen, reached for his belt. He said one word.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n

No one did. They never did. The arrows aimed at Numbtongue, and the Watch Captain roared.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t shoot! Don\u2019t shoot!<\/em> There\u2019s an Antinium, and by the Five Families, if there\u2019s war\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He froze as Numbtongue pulled a scroll out of his belt pouch. The Goblin unfurled it, muttering to himself, and tossed it at the Watch Captain. A bow twanged<\/em>; an arrow flew, and Numbtongue ducked<\/em> under it. He straightened, and the [Archer] went white as the Hobgoblin glared at him. Then Numbtongue turned to the Watch Captain.<\/p>\n

\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He waited, arms folded, as the Watch Captain shakily picked up the parchment and read it, keeping one eye on Numbtongue. Then he blinked, did a double-take, and began to read again. He looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin grinned toothily at him. He raised his voice so all the Humans on the street could hear.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Numbtongue. A member of the Redfang Goblins. I am a Bronze-rank adventurer. The Humans threatened me and attacked. I defended myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Humans stared at Numbtongue for a long second. Someone breathed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cBullshit.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey hit my friend. In there.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed into Octavia\u2019s shop vaguely. All eyes turned to Yellow Splatters. Octavia, breathless, poked her head out the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, stitches. Now<\/em> you show up?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Watch Captain blinked around at her and the Humans on the ground, most of whom had passed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014this is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cQuelm<\/em> did this! He sent his gang to attack the shop! Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters, er, defended me!\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Guardswoman]\u2019s voice rose higher.<\/p>\n

\u201cDefended? That monster killed\u2014<\/em>there are limbs everywhere!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly six.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue blinked at the [Guardswoman]. She gaped at him and pointed a trembling finger.<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch Captain! That thing speaks! It\u2019s a Hobgoblin\u2014a Goblin monster!<\/em> Just shoot it and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes went to Yellow Splatters, and her throat worked soundlessly. The Watch Captain was made of sterner stuff though, if only just. He pointed at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2014Goblin. You\u2019re a monster. In our city.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue folded his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a paper proving I\u2019m a person. Where\u2019s yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Watch Captain stared down at the scroll and hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cWall Lord\u2026Guildmistress\u2026Gold-rank\u2026Pisces?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at Numbtongue. Then, nervously, at Yellow Splatters.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat thing\u2019s an Antinium Soldier<\/em>, though. It\u2019s\u2014this is war! Isn\u2019t it? It\u2019s under arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Guards] around the Watch Captain looked uneasy. One of them sidled over and whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we do that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019ll we cuff it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters didn\u2019t give them time to try it. He copied Numbtongue and folded all four arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the Prognugator of the Free Antinium\u2019s Hive. Will you try to arrest me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He loomed over the Watch Captain. And that was Yellow Splatters' skill, or Skill. He was able to loom in multiple dimensions, not just vertically, but horizontally as well. The Human [Guards] edged back as they stared up at him. The Watch Captain went white.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnother<\/em> Prognugator\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced from Numbtongue to Yellow Splatters. Octavia had disappeared inside her shop. The Watch Captain hesitated, then looked at the bloody street. His expression firmed at last.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou two. I don\u2019t care if you\u2019re Antinium Prognugators or backed by every Walled City in the world! You just attacked dozens of Celum\u2019s citizens. You are<\/em> under arrest. Come with us quietly or\u2026we\u2019ll be forced to take you down.\u201d<\/p>\n

The City Watch raised their weapons behind him. Numbtongue bared his teeth. He knew they\u2019d die if they fought. Human criminals were one thing, but these ones had proper weapons, even if they looked like half of them would run away screaming. He looked at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium gazed at him. Slowly, the [Sergeant] uncrossed his arms and made four fists.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may try.\u201d<\/p>\n

Celum\u2019s City Watch shuddered<\/em>. But that was the thing about bluffs, even great ones. Sometimes they didn\u2019t work. The Captain of the City Watch inhaled, his face going dead white. The arrows nocked<\/em> on the strings\u2014and Erin Solstice walked out of Stitchworks in front of a very nervous Octavia.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Numbtongue! I\u2019m here! Sorry it took so\u2014oh my god, what happened?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She stopped in the doorway. She looked at the blood on the cobblestones, the severed hand lying at Numbtongue\u2019s feet, the City Watch, whose bows were now aimed at her<\/em> chest. Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters moved to block them. The Captain of the Watch pointed at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2014that Goblin\u2014the Antinium, and Octavia Cotton are all under arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNumbtongue. What happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin ignored the man. She turned to Numbtongue, then narrowed her eyes. The Hobgoblin tried to look innocent. But while his injuries were healed, Erin could hardly miss the blood staining his clothing or the tears in said clothing. Erin inhaled and then bellowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright! Who\u2019s bullying Numbtongue?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She glared around the Hobgoblin at the Captain. He bellowed back, face crimson.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour Goblin just killed<\/em> two dozen of Celum\u2019s citizens!\u201d<\/p>\n

At that, Octavia danced around Erin nervously. She shouted at the [Guardsmen]\u2014and the people watching from down the street and the windows.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were thugs! Sent to destroy my shop by Quelm! A bunch of criminals! And the Watch didn\u2019t do a thing to stop them!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? No\u2014we didn\u2019t\u2014be quiet!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Captain of the Guard roared at Octavia, his face turning from red to pale pink with horror. The [Alchemist] pointed a trembling finger at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s taking money from Quelm! The City Watch is being bought out! They didn\u2019t do a thing when those [Rogues] set fire to part of my shop! Or extorted me for money!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe quiet! You\u2019re under arrest! And you\u2019re under arrest! You\u2019re all under arrest!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Captain of the City Watch pointed from Numbtongue to Yellow Splatters to Octavia. He pointed a fourth time, looking for Erin. But she was missing. The Captain stared around, then heard Erin\u2019s voice from the inn.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Relc? Grimalkin? Uh\u2014Maughin and Jelaqua? How do you feel about [Thugs]? Someone mind giving me some backup? I\u2019ll take you too, Keldrass. Not you, Moore. There are a lot of arrows out there. But you\u2019ll do, Senator Errif! Come on!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Captain of the Guard might not have known who most of those names were. But he knew trouble when he heard it. He quailed, and Numbtongue, looking at Yellow Splatters, saw Octavia sag in relief. The Hobgoblin looked around at the wounded Humans, the staring city, and grinned. It wasn\u2019t Liscor. But it was<\/em> a city. He looked back over his shoulder as Erin, protective mother with an army of friends, stomped back through the door. And the rest was her story.<\/p>\n

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Celum was in turmoil. The City Watch was under fire. Erin Solstice, Grimalkin, a [Senator] from Pallass\u2014it was enough to drag Celum\u2019s own [Mayor] out of his bed. While he would have loved to order his Captain of the Watch to arrest everyone present, especially since a Goblin and Antinium had incapacitated nearly twenty of Celum\u2019s people, there were complications to giving that order.<\/p>\n

Firstly, it was apparent that all those injured were some variety of [Thug], [Thief], [Brigand], or so on. Celum\u2019s criminal underbelly, although it hadn\u2019t had much of one until recently. Unfortunately, it had grown substantially bigger thanks to a certain [Alchemist] Quelm, who had, in fact, been threatening his rivals and using the gang to extort money from them.<\/p>\n

That was bad. But what was worse was the fact that Celum\u2019s own City Watch had clearly been ignoring or unaware of the gang\u2019s activities, both of which did not look good<\/em>. And there was no chance of sweeping this under the rug, because a very vocal [Alchemist] was shouting it from the rooftop of her shop.<\/p>\n

And the last thing stopping the [Mayor] from arresting everyone was a [Innkeeper] who was leading Pallass\u2019 most important [Blacksmith], a Drake [Mage] capable of wiping out Celum\u2019s entire City Watch, a [Senator] <\/em>from Pallass, a Gold-rank adventurer, and one of Liscor\u2019s own [Guardsman]. The [Mayor] and Erin were having a screaming match in the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t bring Drake<\/em> [Guardsmen] and adventurers into this city and start arresting our citizens!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yeah? Oh yeah?<\/em> Watch me! Your City Watch let these guys threaten Octavia, steal money\u2014hey, Relc, if you find all that gang and this Quelm guy, I\u2019ll give you free food for a week!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAwesome!\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Mayor] clutched at his hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t do this! There will be consequences!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the consequences!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The rule of law in Celum was breaking down. But that was another story. For the Goblin and the Antinium Soldier relaxing in the street outside of Stitchworks, their role had ended. Numbtongue was checking himself for more injuries as Yellow Splatters pulled broken bits of metal out of his carapace.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will most likely level from this. But this encounter proves how weak I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue looked up. By his count, Yellow Splatters had downed at least twelve of the Humans here and injured a score more. The Soldier nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe were overwhelmed by low-level Humans. It is proof we are weak. We are all<\/em> weak. I am told even Revalantor Klbkch died when fighting a score of small Goblins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue shrugged. A knife in the belly was a knife in the belly.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot enough armor. Too slow. Redscar or Garen could beat all of the Humans. Or maybe Headscratcher with his enchanted axe. Actually, even Headscratcher would probably die alone. Fighting lots of anything is hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. But we must improve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll level up.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin winced as he pulled a bit of wood out of his side. His flesh had healed around the splinter. He looked up as the [Mayor] stormed off, having lost the shouting match with Erin. Yellow Splatters looked too.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt appears that Erin Solstice is attempting to resolve the situation on our behalf. That is very convenient.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s\u2026family.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Bard] looked at Erin. He shook his head. There would be consequences. There always were. But for a moment, with Erin shouting, she could turn a city on its head. He looked at Yellow Splatters after a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you really the Prognugator? Of the\u2026Hive?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Soldier paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was a convenient fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Bard] smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cA lie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps.\u201d<\/p>\n

They waited as Erin stomped back towards the shop. Octavia clambered down from her roof to look at the young woman. Erin seemed angry, upset\u2014and frightened. She\u2019d looked at Numbtongue with real fear when he\u2019d been covered in blood. Now she rounded on Octavia.<\/p>\n

\u201cThugs? This Quelm dude threatening you? Octavia, why didn\u2019t you tell me this was happening?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Stitch-girl looked down at her hands. She tugged at a string and muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014well, I tried, Erin. Remember when I tried to talk to you? But you were busy, and I thought the City Watch might handle it, but it all got out of hand too fast. I went to you, Lyonette, Krshia, Ceria at the start, but no one would listen. And after Ksmvr said no, one of those Humans came by and said that if I went through to your inn again or I tried to inform the Watch again, they\u2019d burn down the shop. With me inside.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin stared at Octavia. The [Alchemist] grinned weakly.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry. I knew you\u2019d do something if you found out, but those guys\u2014they\u2019re dangerous. There was another [Alchemist] who didn\u2019t listen. Jeffil. They\u2026broke his arms. Stabbed the [Watchman] he hired. I thought if I went to you and they got you\u2026it all worked out, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure. I mean\u2014yeah. I\u2019ll make this right, Octavia. Those guys and this Quelm dude are going to pay. Relc\u2019s on the case! He can beat them all up. I think Embria\u2019s followed him. And Grimalkin.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin waved at the street vaguely. Numbtongue exchanged a glance with Yellow Splatters. One against thirty? The Soldier whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWeak.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue just watched Erin. She was talking to Octavia, frustrated, angry\u2014but there was another emotion running underneath it all. It was guilt. She turned to him after a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Numbtongue, I\u2019m going to fix this. You stay here, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin nodded. The [Innkeeper] smiled at him and then turned and stomped back towards the [Mayor] for round two. He watched her for a second, then stood up. Yellow Splatters was already on his feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey. That\u2019s the Human.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue pointed. Yellow Splatters turned his head, and the Soldier started.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. The ally.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin and Soldier walked over to the man standing down the street. He had cleaned the blood from the place he\u2019d been stabbed, and he seemed in better condition than Numbtongue or Yellow Splatters. The [Enforcer], who to Numbtongue was just another Human with a hat, tipped his cap as they approached.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood scrap, sirs. Pardon the abrupt introduction. I hope I was of some help? I can\u2019t abide uncivilized<\/em> sorts. That young lady in the shop doing well?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded towards Stitchworks. Numbtongue stared blankly at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOctavia? Fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

He noticed the [Enforcer] didn\u2019t bat an eye at the way Numbtongue spoke. His eyes did widen a bit when Yellow Splatters turned to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou rendered us assistance during the conflict. For that, you have my gratitude. I am Yellow Splatters. Who are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man shook Yellow Splatters' hand without a second\u2019s thought. He tipped his hat to Numbtongue, who didn\u2019t hold his hand out to shake. The [Enforcer]\u2019s smile was genial. And reserved.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can call me a serendipitous friend. We don\u2019t deal in names, us that work in this line of business.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat line?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe same as those poor fools you and I scrapped with.\u201d<\/p>\n

The man nodded to the street. Some of the Humans were still there, although the City Watch had put them in cuffs. For some it was a cuff too many; their limbs had healed, but the severed digits and hands were gone. A consequence of using a potion too early; they might have tried to reattach the limb, rare as it was to go well. Numbtongue frowned at the man.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a criminal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA criminal?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters instantly loomed over the [Enforcer]. His fists clenched. The man looked up to Yellow Splatters, and his hat twitched<\/em> on his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve committed no crimes in Celum, sir, and none that come with any bothersome bounties or crimes you\u2019d know of, such as it were. I\u2019m just a visitor to the city, like you good gents. In fact, I came here looking for answers to a spot of bother some of my associates had the other month.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026I do not understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters frowned, stepping back from the [Enforcer]. The twisted language made little sense to Numbtongue as well, but he understood vaguely what the man was hinting at.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re looking for more friends. Who are also thieves.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot for my\u2026acquaintances, sir. I believe I know what became of them. Rather, I would like to know how they ended up that way. And I think you might be just the fellow I\u2019m looking for.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] tipped his hat to Numbtongue politely. The action was\u2026familiar. In a way that bothered the Goblin a lot. He frowned at the [Enforcer]. The sap was hidden as well, but that too triggered a memory now that Numbtongue was out of the battle.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy me? Who are your friends?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know that they gave names. But did you by any chance run into a\u2026unpleasant meeting with some people, oh, a while back? During that business with the siege of Liscor. Before the Goblin Lord. Some men. Three. Humans. Like me. All with caps, unless the business truly got nasty in the end.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue paused. He\u2019d met lots of Humans. But now he was certain. The [Enforcer] stared at him. And the slight smile on his face\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps this might jog your memory.\u201d<\/p>\n

He began to hum. From his lips, Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters heard a faint tune. A quiet rhyme. A children\u2019s song.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cThe night\u2019s been long and the bodies are wet,<\/em><\/p>\n

But don\u2019t you fret; be quick and ain\u2019t not a guard who\u2019ll be upset<\/em><\/p>\n

The good folk are rising, and we\u2019re off to our beds,<\/em><\/p>\n

The smart thieves away with the loot and the slow ones are dead.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

And Numbtongue remembered<\/em>. The man with the cudgel. The thieves who\u2019d taken Erin\u2019s door. The [Enforcer] winked.<\/p>\n

\u201cJog a memory, perchance?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin hesitated. This was something else unfamiliar to him. He looked for Erin, but she was still hollering in the middle of the street. When he looked back, the [Enforcer] had stepped close. Too close.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve just a question. Sir. How\u2019d it happen that you should cross paths with my brothers? And what terrible twist led you to kill them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNumbtongue?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters was staring at the [Enforcer] cautiously. But he was behind the man, and Numbtongue\u2014the Hob\u2019s hairs all stood up on end. Pyrite\u2019s memories that had melded with his during the battle were screaming at him.<\/p>\n

That sap can break all of your bones in a moment. His [Shatter Blows] Skill is probably recharged. The sap and his hands are so quick he\u2019ll kill me in a moment. It\u2019s something Humans developed for cities. On a battlefield, you could kill him. Here\u2014do you lie or tell the truth?<\/em><\/p>\n

Maybe the [Enforcer] sensed what was on Numbtongue\u2019s mind. One hand tipped the cap. The other hovered on the hilt of the sap.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn case you were wondering why I\u2019m so insistent\u2026I\u2019ve a Skill. [Grudgescent Terrier], sir. I can see the deaths of my associates on you. So I\u2019ve a question. No unpleasantness for now. Truth is its own reward. Do not lie. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue wavered for only a moment. Then he nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI killed them\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] listened to the short description of the fight. His eyes flickered when Numbtongue talked about the last man\u2019s salute and the nursery rhyme. But all he did when Numbtongue was done was sigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you had no idea this group was coming your way. You simply saw the boats\u2014and the door that you knew they\u2019d no right to\u2014and made your call. Simply done, sir. Simply done. But it brings up more questions for me, sad to say.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stepped back, pondering, and Yellow Splatters moved next to Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin saw two more figures approaching them down the street. A woman and\u2026no, was it just her? She was beautiful as Humans went he supposed, and the scar was very pretty. Any female Redfang would want that. But her eyes struck him as predatory. Dangerous. And she had two blades in her sleeves.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo this is the one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe gent says he ran into our groups on the way out of the Floodplains. He recognized the door, but how our teams ran into him and apparently an entire tribe of battle-ready Goblins is the real question.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] informed the [Nightstalker]. She bared her teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cA Hob and some Goblins killed an entire<\/em> group and your three?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cApparently he\u2019s better in a scrap when he\u2019s armed. And there were\u2026a few hundred of his lot. Now, why weren\u2019t our groups warned that some very expert Goblins were in the area, hm? I think that\u2019s the real question.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] smiled, but when he lifted his hat, his eyes were bleak. Numbtongue looked at the [Nightstalker]. The woman eyed him and spat.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you from one of the gangs, Hob?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGangs?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s a tribe Goblin.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] replied drily. Numbtongue looked at him, and the [Nightstalker] growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t asking you<\/em>. Step off.\u201d<\/p>\n

She made a dangerous motion. The [Enforcer] eyed her, but stepped back. The Sister of Chell advanced.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou, Goblin. Answer my questions or you\u2019re dead. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters lowered one of his hands. The Sister of Chell stopped, and her stilettos flicked into her hands. Numbtongue saw a man\u2014he blinked, frowning. There was someone else here.<\/em> He narrowed his eyes at\u2026Yellow Splatters was also turning his head, but he addressed the woman succinctly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAttack this Goblin and you will die.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] glared up at the Soldier, but warily. She looked at Numbtongue and then jabbed a finger at him past Yellow Splatters.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho hired you to take out the Sisters of Chell? Was it the Plague Mage? Someone else? Who told you about the heist?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho? What\u2019s a heist? I just saw Humans stealing the door. So I killed them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue was regretting it a bit now. It was impulsive, but when he\u2019d seen Liscor on alert and the Humans running off with Erin\u2019s door, he was sure they\u2019d been up to no good. The [Nightstalker] glared at him. She looked at the [Enforcer], and he spread his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe story checks out. The Hobgoblin\u2019s innocent, Miss. As far as I\u2019m concerned. The question is whether this was bad intelligence or deliberate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter either way. Someone\u2019s paying for this. And that includes him.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The stiletto jabbed at Numbtongue. Yellow Splatters had had enough. He grabbed the hand\u2014<\/p>\n

And suddenly the other stiletto was sticking out his chest. Numbtongue began to shout, but the [Enforcer] leapt forwards. He caught the black shadow of a man before he swept the shortsword towards Numbtongue\u2019s head. The [Nightstalker] recoiled as another of Yellow Splatters' hands gripped her throat. She stared at the Antinium as the [Blackguard] held very still. He and the [Enforcer] had locked eyes, and Numbtongue was crouched, ready to attack.<\/p>\n

\u201cEasy, gentlemen. Lady. Let\u2019s all back off. Slowly. The good folk aren\u2019t more than a few dozen feet away. And I don\u2019t think I\u2019d like to outrun a Gold-rank adventurer and whoever else is in that group. Would you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] addressed the [Nightstalker]. She hesitated. Yellow Splatters' hand was around her throat, but it could have been a scarf for all she cared. What really seemed to bother her was that the Antinium kept the hand there after ten more seconds had passed. Her eyes swiveled to Yellow Splatters. With one of his free hands, the Antinium slowly pulled the stiletto out of his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cPoison is useless against the Antinium.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman\u2019s eyes widened. She looked at the [Enforcer] and nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine. Let go of me and him and we\u2019ll go. For now.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] considered the offer. Then he looked at Yellow Splatters and Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cBest you\u2019re going to get I\u2019m afraid, lads. And if you were thinking of making this un<\/em>pleasant\u2026the Sisters won\u2019t look kindly on having one of their own die on investigation. Whatsoever the cause.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters considered this. He slowly let go, and the [Enforcer] did likewise. The woman and man stepped back, and Numbtongue narrowed his eyes as the man vanished from Numbtongue\u2019s immediate perception of the area. But the Goblin was now marking his general location.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t over.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Nightstalker] warned Numbtongue and the [Enforcer]. The Human man sighed, as if disappointed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd after you gave your word? That\u2019s hardly polite. I say, wait<\/em> until you know more of the picture. Time to visit Liscor and ask about. There\u2019s a scene there, even if it\u2019s foreign. As for you, sir\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned to Numbtongue and regarded him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to believe it was all chance on your end. In which case, the Brothers won\u2019t hold much of a grudge. But there\u2019s always debts to be settled, sir. I\u2019ll make my report fair as I can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue had no idea what was going on. He looked at the woman as she grabbed her other stiletto and walked backwards. She was easier to understand. She was going to try and kill him. She confirmed this by pointing at Numbtongue\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Sisters of Chell don\u2019t play games of chivalry. You<\/em> are marked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Antinium protect him. Remember that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yellow Splatters raised all four arms. Numbtongue saw the invisible man warily stepping between him and the Sister of Chell. The two retreated, never taking their eyes off Numbtongue. The [Enforcer] just sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cTime was it was easier to deal with situations. No Goblins, just good, old-fashioned backstabbing. Not that I blame you, sir. You answered me truthfully, or my Skills would have told me so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know Goblins. You said I\u2019m a tribal Goblin. Are there Goblins in cities?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue couldn\u2019t believe it. Goblins lived in cities? Garen had said he was the only one! The [Enforcer] hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy\u2026association doesn\u2019t work with Goblins or non-Humans as a rule. But I\u2019ve heard and seen it done. We even have a few lads in our ranks of that sort. Good fellows. Very good fellows, as it were.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are Goblins? Working with you?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue said it again. The [Enforcer]\u2019s smile was wide and secretive. He tapped his nose and then tugged his cap.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a world unseen, gents. In the cities of the north, there\u2019s places no upstanding citizen knows of. And while we ain\u2019t quite as dangerous as the Antinium or a Goblin Lord\u2026well, we\u2019ll be about. Some of our folk died, and we want to know why. Simple as that. You\u2019re the one who killed them, sir. But it seems they were set up or they ran into you by chance. And I\u2019m not sure I believe in chances.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded at Numbtongue. The Goblin nodded. Yellow Splatters stared at the [Enforcer].<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA serendipitous sort. A friend of the quiet folk. Never you mind, Antinium Soldier sir. It\u2019s not the sort of thing a fine sort like you\u2019d ever run across. At least, so I thought until now. If we meet again, let\u2019s all have a drink. I\u2019d hate to meet in less happy ways.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Enforcer] tipped his hat. He stepped back and walked towards the crowd of people. Numbtongue followed him with his eyes as the man slipped into the milling Humans.<\/p>\n

Like that, they were gone. And though Celum was overturned by any number of significant events, largely involving an [Innkeeper] upsetting the rule of law, the two, no, three individuals that Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters had met were nowhere to be seen.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

That night, Erin gathered Numbtongue, Lyonette, and Mrsha to discuss what had happened. The common room of The Wandering Inn was still packed, and the magic door was connected to Pallass via portal. No one would stand to have it connected to Celum at the moment, which was why Octavia was standing with the four, looking nervous and withdrawn. Tired. She wasn\u2019t as chatty as she had been, and Erin was being\u2026kind to the [Alchemist].<\/p>\n

\u201cCelum\u2019s hopping mad, guys. Mostly at the City Watch, but I guess sort of at Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters. At least, the City Watch is. But he\u2019s an adventurer, and those were bad guys he, uh, dismembered.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean disarmed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette frowned. Numbtongue snorted into his cup, and Mrsha looked from Erin\u2019s suddenly blank face to Numbtongue\u2019s and Lyonette\u2019s. There was a pause, and then Octavia burst out laughing, which made everyone else but Mrsha laugh as well. Erin called out.<\/p>\n

\u201cLyonette! That\u2019s terrible!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. I just thought\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Princess] laughed, and Numbtongue, snorting out ale through his nose, coughed. When he had wiped it with a handkerchief, Erin signaled them all towards seriousness. Mrsha folded her arms, not amused at the adults\u2019 hilarity.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeriously, though. Octavia\u2019s shop is sort of, um\u2026damaged. I mean, it already was, which was sort of my fault\u2014but the thugs took money from her and did all sorts of stuff. And she used a lot of potions by throwing them during the fight. We need to pay her back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin nodded at Octavia. The Stitch-girl looked up at the word \u2018pay\u2019, but she shook her head when Erin finished.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay. I had it coming. I did start it with Quelm. And I\u2019ve learned my lesson. I\u2019m\u2026I guess goodwill\u2019s more important than gold. If it wasn\u2019t for Numbtongue and Yellow Splatters, I\u2019d have lost everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin peered at her and looked at Erin. This was not the fast-talking [Alchemist] he remembered. She seemed deflated. Erin met his eyes and nodded, concerned.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverybody\u2019s at fault. Maybe us more than anyone because we didn\u2019t listen. Then again\u2026Ceria says she\u2019d have been in trouble with the Horns if they fought forty guys. How\u2019d you survive that, Numbtongue?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPotions. Yellow Splatters. Good memories.\u201d<\/p>\n

And a dangerous man<\/em>. But Numbtongue didn\u2019t say that out loud. Erin nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll make it right, Octavia. I promise. We\u2019ve\u2026I\u2019ve been bad to you. Even if you do try to sell a lot. To make it up, Ksmvr\u2019s volunteered to stand guard in the shop tonight with the door open. If anyone comes to make trouble from that old gang, he\u2019ll call us. And you\u2019ll sleep in the inn. Okay? Our third floor\u2019s rebuilt.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed upstairs. Everyone else looked up. Numbtongue blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup! So, Octavia, sit down. Have a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin gently ushered Octavia to a seat. The [Alchemist] girl sat, and soon Erin was fussing over her as Lyonette, Mrsha, and Numbtongue watched.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel awful. Octavia didn\u2019t deserve that. Or rather, most of it. I think they really did threaten her. Maybe with fire. Stitch-people are terrified of burning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette confided in Numbtongue. He nodded, his eyes on the [Alchemist]. He understood the gang wanting to steal from her, at least. Her shop was so valuable. The potions Octavia had made had saved him and Yellow Splatters. He thought about how hard it was for a Goblin to get even a single potion.<\/p>\n

Then Numbtongue heard a voice in the milling crowd. Mainly because it mentioned his name. He looked around and saw Keldrass, one of the Drakes, speaking to the adventurers around him. The Pallassian adventurer looked disgruntled as he argued with Bevussa, Jelaqua, and some of the others.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not saying it was wrong to destroy a gang. But how can Celum\u2014or any city, Liscor or Celum or Pallass\u2014allow a single Human to throw laws out the window as it pleases her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re telling me you object to Erin storming in there and helping arrest that crooked [Alchemist], Keldrass? Really? It\u2019s idiots like him that create monopolies on potions and make adventurers like us<\/em> pay twice or three times what we have to along with everyone else! Or have you not been to any city besides Pallass?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jelaqua was arguing with Keldrass in a Raskghar\u2019s body, much to the displeasure of most of the Gnolls in the room. She folded her arms below her breasts and looked down at Keldrass, much to his<\/em> displeasure. The Drake hissed<\/em> in frustration, his tail lashing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not saying that. I\u2019m saying the way she went about it was wrong. Or don\u2019t you think she did that just to protect her pet Goblin and Antinium Soldier?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue\u2019s eyed locked on Keldrass. The Drake glared around. Jelaqua opened her mouth to respond, and Bevussa saw Numbtongue incoming. The Hobgoblin walked towards the adventurers, and the Garuda groaned.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Ancestors.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin strode towards Keldrass, and the adventurers went quiet. In accordance with silence-theory, so did a good portion of the inn. Erin turned around from Octavia and swore. She stood up, but Numbtongue was already confronting the Drake.<\/p>\n

As before, now again. Keldrass shifted, one claw moving to his side, and Numbtongue saw the mace hanging there. Keldrass was wearing the armor one of the Raskghar had been using\u2014a powerful magical set. And he could breathe fire. But it was words he spat at Numbtongue, sharp and cruel.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, Goblin? I\u2019m speaking the truth. You walked into a sovereign city, a Human one, true, and massacred<\/em> two dozen Humans with an Antinium Soldier. Explain to me why that\u2019s acceptable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t kill any of them. And they were criminals. If adventurers did it\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass snorted a plume of fire.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf adventurers did it, my team or a Human one, we\u2019d be arrested! You were only spared thanks to one Human. Her. I\u2019m not saying destroying organized crime was wrong. But I am<\/em> against one Human subverting the rule of law! That is not how government works!\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed angrily at Erin. She stuck her tongue out at him as she joined the standoff. Numbtongue clenched his fists, searching for the right words. It was hard! He didn\u2019t know what to say. He was barely six years old. He was a warrior; he didn\u2019t know how to talk to Keldrass or even understand the nuance of the Drake\u2019s arguments for all he understood the words!<\/p>\n

But perhaps someone did<\/em>. In his head, Numbtongue reached for a second voice as he had in battle. It was not him. But it was. And the memories had been given for him to use. While he feared, resented, and was confused by them, a dead Goblin\u2019s memories\u2014he could do what Numbtongue could not.<\/p>\n

Maybe only Erin, Lyonette, and Mrsha noticed the change. And Yellow Splatters. It was slight. A shift of posture. The difference in the intonation of voice. Numbtongue had always been erudite, if reluctant to show it. And he was no less so now. But the inflection was off. Still, you had to know him to recognize the difference. The [Bard] rumbled in his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. And it works very well already? You have [Thugs]. Gangs. It\u2019s good to have them because the law is there? Better to have laws<\/em> than justice?\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass blinked, then flushed. Jelaqua looked delighted and gave Numbtongue a thumbs-up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant. I\u2019m just saying that Erin\u2014she rescued you because you were connected to her! She cannot interfere and command other people above her rank just because of personal\u2026attachments!\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue folded his arms. He set himself with a wider stance, as if he\u2019d suddenly gained weight and needed to brace himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cI see. Like the Gnolls and Raskghar? Terrible for her to interfere.\u201d<\/p>\n

A ripple of motion ran around the room. Bevussa smiled. Keldrass\u2019 scales turned even redder.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t twist my words. Those were monsters!\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue nodded heavily. He grunted.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd those Humans were monsters. Your point?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin looked up at the [Bard] in awe. Keldrass opened his mouth, saw Bevussa shaking her head at him, and turned around.<\/p>\n

\u201cI refuse to argue with a Goblin.<\/em> I\u2019m stating my opinion. I\u2019m trying to support the system that keeps Drake society running!\u201d<\/p>\n

He appealed to his fellow Drakes, who nodded. Numbtongue eyed the room and waggled an ear. His cadence became even more broken up.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t want to argue with Goblins. Mm. Because Goblins are stupid? Smelly? Monsters? <\/em>Animals? Or because you\u2019ll lose?\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass whirled around. He took a deep breath and noticed Erin staring at him. Erin, who sold acid jars. And who controlled the door that connected his home city to hers. And Lasica and Rufelt, the famed duo who ran the very popular inn he might want to visit with his team. And Xif, the best [Alchemist] who sold potions in the city. And Maughin. He hesitated, and everyone could see him choosing his words carefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cSome Goblins are\u2026friendly. I\u2019ll grant you that. Even intelligent. But that Drake earlier wasn\u2019t wrong. Goblins killed his family. Why shouldn\u2019t he be wary? Goblins as a whole can\u2019t be reasoned with. The Goblin King\u2014I\u2019ll grant you that you\u2019re safe. Beneficial even. Yes, you were right to defend an [Alchemist]. Happy?\u201d<\/p>\n

He exhaled hard, his eye twitching as he glared at Numbtongue. The Hobgoblin just shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right. I said you\u2019re not a threat to people.<\/em> What more do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue fixed Keldrass with an old look. A deep one.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo be treated like a person. Not an animal.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake opened his mouth. Numbtongue rolled on, his voice deeper, contemplative. With the words of a Goblin who used them seldom. But had thought over this argument the many years he\u2019d been alive.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou. Keldrass. You say this Goblin is good. This Goblin is safe<\/em>. Because Erin Solstice\u2026tamed him? Because this Goblin learned? But other Goblins, wild<\/em> Goblins, you can\u2019t trust them. You have to find good ones. Train them. Like animals. Like a pet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot directly. But you said it to my face. So did the last Drake. What makes you a person and me an animal? Red eyes? Teeth?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue smiled, and his teeth were sharp, pointed. But Keldrass\u2019 scowl hid teeth no less sharp. Numbtongue looked around the inn. He turned. And a dead Goblin\u2019s words came to life.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat makes a Goblin a monster? That they kill? Gnolls kill Drakes. Drakes kill Gnolls. Humans kill both. That we make war? Drakes make war. That our King destroys? The King of Destruction destroys. What is the thing that makes Goblins monsters?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe fact that you have no civility.<\/em> No laws! No order! You build nothing\u2014you copy and destroy! That\u2019s all Goblins have ever done! All they do!\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass snapped at Numbtongue. Pyrite stared at him, and the Gold-rank adventurer hesitated. There was a look in the crimson depths. Slowly, Pyrite reached into the satchel by his side. He felt around in it, speaking as he did.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say we are not civil. I say, good evening. Good night. Hello, Adventurer Keldrass. I am Pyr\u2014Numbtongue. How do you do? By sword and bell, I raise my blade. <\/em>By the walls, I salute you! On this grass I walk, I offer peace-bound friendship!\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind the Goblin, Pisces sat up in his chair. The Drakes from Pallass looked up, and jaws dropped. The Plains Gnolls\u2019 eyes bulged. And the Hob went on. The bag clinked<\/em> as he found what he was looking for and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoblins have no laws? We have the ones that matter. The Chieftain leads. Goblins should not kill Goblins. We have no books. And we have no [Guards]. We guard ourselves. Perhaps that is silly. But it works. We have order. It goes like this. One Goblin leads, and the others follow. As [Kings] rule, Goblins do too. But no one watches Goblins, so how would you know? And as for building\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused and looked around. The inn was silent, watching, unsure. Pyrite shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not build. But I find. I mine. Once, there was a Goblin who loved treasures. And he taught himself to find them in the mountain. For fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

Slowly, he withdrew the object he\u2019d grasped. Keldrass gasped along with everyone around him. A gold nugget rested in Pyrite\u2019s palm. He regarded it idly and glanced around. The glitter of the metal caught every eye. Gold<\/em>. But Pyrite tossed it up and down. Jelaqua\u2019s voice was strangled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on. Numbtongue, where\u2019d you get\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2014I\u2014found it. Mined it from a mountain. From Rockmites and stone. Do you like it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2026yes?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goblin smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWant it?\u201d<\/p>\n

He held the nugget out. Keldrass stared, and his claws twitched. So did Jelaqua\u2019s; Pyrite had held it out between her, Bevussa, and the Drake. All three adventurers reached for it at once, and Pyrite pulled the nugget back. He spoke again, tossing the heavy orb up and down. Hypnotizing the crowd.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnce. There was a Goblin. He liked shiny things. Gold. Gems. Mana stones. They glittered, and he found a way to mine them. They were his. He went into caves with monsters and got them. He mined them. If he was a Drake, they would say \u2018that is his treasure\u2019. But adventurers did not think so. They saw he had treasure, and they tried to kill him for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked around.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas that fair? They did not mine it. They did not earn it. They tried to kill him for it. And they killed his tribe. They hunted him. They built nothing. They only destroyed. That was all they ever did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s\u2014different. They\u2014we\u2019re adventurers. We hunt monsters. If you had a hoard, they would target you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass sounded as though he wasn\u2019t certain of himself. He stared at the gold as Pyrite tossed it up and down. The Hobgoblin shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if I was a person, I would call them [Thieves]. But a Goblin is a Goblin. A Goblin is a monster. An animal. It can be tamed. But it is still an animal. Right?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked around the room. Some didn\u2019t meet his eyes. Others did. Like Erin. She mouthed at Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

Who are you?<\/em><\/p>\n

The Goblin winked at her. Just for a moment. Then he offered the nugget again to Keldrass. The gold glinted in the fading light.<\/p>\n

\u201cWant it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake hesitated. He looked around the room, warring with himself. But the gold was gold. And Drakes were the children of Dragons.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Why? Is it a bribe? A gift? Proof you\u2019re a person?\u201d<\/p>\n

His expression said he might say anything to have it and to be out of the spotlight. Pyrite just grinned a Goblin\u2019s grin.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. It\u2019s yours. If you pick it up.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tossed the nugget on the floor. It was a decent toss; the nugget rolled a bit, but it was so heavy it actually dented the floorboards. Keldrass started. He looked at Pyrite and then around. Everyone watched him. The Drake considered how much it would cost his image to bend over and pick up the nugget. Then he stiffly walked over. Pyrite waited until the Drake was moving. Then, as Keldrass bent, he spoke one word.<\/p>\n

\u201cFetch.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake\u2014froze. And so did the room. Slowly, Keldrass turned. His face was flushed under his scales. He glared at Pyrite, but with a hint of triumph.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin eyed him silently, then he smiled and shrugged. He looked around the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just gold. Worthless to a Goblin. But anyone who wants it may fetch.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, he walked away. He sat down with a grunt and a sigh, reaching for a hamburger. He lifted it to his lips and bit once. He smiled with satisfaction\u2014<\/p>\n

And then Numbtongue was there. The [Bard] chewed, swallowed, and looked around the room. He indicated the nugget as Pyrite had done. And there was only silence.<\/p>\n

No one moved. The adventurers were frozen. Keldrass, his arms folded, was flushed. He was deliberately not looking at the nugget of gold. Most people weren\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Of course, no one else was going to \u2018fetch\u2019 it. Pick it up and prove the Goblin\u2019s point? Hah! Okay, he\u2019d mined it. But he was giving it away. And if you thought about what he\u2019d said about thieves\u2026no. No, this was just about the gold. Every eye darted to it. It was definitely gold. If you knew anything about how heavy gold was and if you\u2019d seen the real stuff\u2026gold. But no one would pick it up. That was out of the question.<\/p>\n

Maybe, if no one was looking, someone might stroll over to it and, by pure accident, nudge it with a shoe. And why not pick it up then? That damn Goblin wasn\u2019t ordering them. It was just money, and who didn\u2019t like that? If no one was watching. But Numbtongue was staring at all of them, with a sneer for a smile. Pisces would have been hard pressed to outdo him at this moment.<\/p>\n

Slowly, everyone turned back to what they were doing, ignoring the gold on the ground. The Goblin was still there. Still watching. But so what? He\u2019d give up and go away. In a few minutes. When he saw no one was going to pick it up. In an hour, even. They could wait hours to prove him wrong. They were people<\/em>. And he was just\u2026a talented miner. That was a useful Skill, wasn\u2019t it? Did he have a class? Did he have more gold in that bag of his? No, no. That would be theft. From a monster?<\/p>\n

He\u2019d go away. When he did\u2026\u2018accidents\u2019 could happen, and no one would have to own up to it. Everyone was sure on that point. Completely sure. They\u2019d just sit there and talk\u2026one of the Drakes looked over at his companion, a Dullahan.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo\u2026how\u2019s that pizza?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Dullahan quickly turned his head on his shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine. It is good pizza.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, right.\u201d<\/p>\n

The inn murmured agreement. No one was watching the nugget. They were talking about proper people-things. And the Goblin was going to get bored. They relaxed, realizing everyone was on the same wavelength. Then everyone saw it.<\/p>\n

A complication. She was small, furry, and white. She was also a Gnoll. Mrsha was padding along the edge of the room, having borne witness to Pyrite\u2019s speech and his offer of free gold nuggets to anyone who picked it up. She was the one person moving in the tableau of a room. And suddenly, everyone was staring at her.<\/p>\n

They all stared at Mrsha. The white Gnoll was innocently slinking from table to person to chair towards the lovely, shiny, and most of all, round<\/em> nugget lying on the floor. She had an innocent look on her face that fooled no one, not even Pawn, Yellow Splatters, or Ksmvr. Mrsha had a target. She was a Gnoll of the Stone Spears tribe, and she knew the worth of a good mineral.<\/p>\n

The future was open to the crowded room. They could all see it, as if they\u2019d all become Gazers. If no one acted, Mrsha was going to grab the gold nugget and run off. It would be hers. And well\u2026what a waste.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s solid gold. Pure too, if I\u2019m any guess. Might be worth ten gold pieces. More?\u201d<\/p>\n

The person to break the thoughtful silence was a Human. Earlia, captain of Gemhammer. She was a former [Miner], and she knew gold. She eyed the nugget, and everyone considered that number. It wasn\u2019t a small amount. Okay, some in the room were rich. Others were not. Adventurers could always use more money. So could poor, hardworking [Senators]. And [Shopkeepers]. And a [Bartender] could buy a nice stool with ten gold pieces.<\/p>\n

The gold had a luster of its own. The adventurer nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019d be a shame not to pick it up. Hey. Blaik, you go for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Earlia turned to one of her team. The brawny Human adventurer hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, me? I\u2019m not a pet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re my subordinate. Go pick it up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you, Captain?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Earlia hesitated. Some people in the inn were clearly less preoccupied with Numbtongue\u2019s taunt than, say, the attraction of free gold. Pisces for one. He was slowly sliding<\/em> towards the gold at roughly Mrsha\u2019s pace. But now Earlia and the others saw the problem. Well, if they<\/em> went for it, then the others would too. She casually took a sip from her empty mug.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe I might.\u201d<\/p>\n

Errif, not to be confused with Elirr, who was having a drink at the bar, gulped. The Head of Pallass\u2019 [Merchant]\u2019s guild spoke slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, I would wager that\u2019s eight gold pieces\u2019 worth of pure gold in that nugget\u2026fourteen if you find a [Mage] or [Alchemist] in need of gold as a component. Just so we\u2019re clear, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked around the room. Speculative eyes stared at the nugget. Mrsha, who\u2019d been creeping up on it all this time, noticed the stares. She looked up, hesitated, and with uncanny intuition and restraint decided this was not<\/em>, in fact, worth it. She slunk back to Erin. The [Innkeeper], laughing quietly, scooped her up. Erin looked around and then shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy precious!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Fourteen Gnolls, half the Drakes in the room, Pisces, Ceria, Relc, and Lyonette all went for the nugget. The scramble was so intense that Erin ducked back as tables and chairs went flying. She hollered as she carried Mrsha to safety.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m gonna have to test my new Skill now! Hey! No magic! I said, no magic!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

In the end, it was Earlia who emerged, panting, from the mess. She\u2019d been fastest and was nursing a swollen lip and two bruises. She plonked the nugget on the table in front of the other adventurers. Jelaqua, who\u2019d been too busy sitting with Maughin and Bevussa, who weren\u2019t that desperate, looked up. The former [Miner] grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWoof.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sat down with the Gold-ranks. Across the inn, Numbtongue was happily sitting with Yellow Splatters and Mrsha and Erin and Octavia, his back straight and proud. He might not be allowed in Liscor or Celum, but he\u2019d won something, and all the adventurers sensed it. Keldrass stomped over to the table and sat down. No one said a word. Earlia tapped the gold nugget with a spoon and listened to the sound it made. Then she looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you ever heard of it? The Golden Goblin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Pallassian adventurers sitting around the table gave her a blank look. Jelaqua, on the other hand, frowned. Earlia nodded to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe it\u2019s only in the north. Come to think of it\u2026well, just listen. It was an old urban legend around the Adventurer\u2019s Guilds where I came from. North of Celum a ways, but all over, really. One of those myths adventurers tell, like seeing a Unicorn, you know? Or finding a Dragon\u2019s scale? Anyways. There was a saying that there was a Goblin whose tribe was insanely rich somewhere around the High Passes. People thought the Goblin had uncovered a treasure hoard or maybe looted a bunch of caravans. Either way, that Numbtongue Goblin made me think of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Golden Goblin?\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass snorted dismissively, but every eye flicked towards Numbtongue. Earlia nodded, resting her hand on her chin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. I thought it was a load too. But then\u2026I\u2019m a [Miner], or I was until my group ran into monsters in our shaft. We decided killing monsters was actually safer and more fun than mining. You can run into some nasty stuff down there. But with that said, we only mined in safe spots. Near towns. I hear that if you wander the High Passes, you can find hundreds, thousands<\/em> of veins as rich as anything in Salazsar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re saying a Goblin<\/em> could mine? And this Golden Goblin\u2014why didn\u2019t anyone catch him? It? If it had so much wealth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Earlia smiled around the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, there\u2019s the thing. All the teams who swore they\u2019d met the Golden Goblin said they \u2018nearly\u2019 got him. They\u2019d find him mining or catch his tribe\u2019s trail. But here\u2019s where it becomes a legend, right? Each time they\u2019d nearly catch him, but the Goblin and his tribe would always get away. Rumor was he was loaded with treasure, so a lot of adventurers went after his tribe. But that stopped when they kept dying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n

The other teams frowned around the table. Earlia shook her head. She tossed the nugget up and down, as Pyrite had done, eying it thoughtfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019d always drop some treasure and run off. And the adventurers would scramble to get it and miss the Goblin and his tribe. Sometimes it would be gemstones. Or rare ores, like gold. Always polished<\/em>, right? And I mean, who wants to tangle with a Hob when you could pick up a gem? Sometimes, though, that would lead to adventurers fighting over the treasure. Even killing each other. Other times it led into traps.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Bevussa looked at Numbtongue. Earlia shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne time I heard they found a bunch of treasure right below a cliff. It looked like a Goblin had fallen and dropped a ton of gemstones and gold nuggets. The two teams rushed to grab it. And guess what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAvalanche?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAvalanche, pitfalls, even a bunch of diamonds at the bottom of a Creler\u2019s nest. And it\u2019s not like it happened often enough for people to say it was definitely<\/em> one Goblin or even that it wasn\u2019t just a team making up rumors. The Golden Goblin tale would pop up sixty miles north of Celum one day and then two hundred miles west in nine months. Eventually, the Golden Goblin rumors died out. Plenty of tribes get wiped each year. But no one ever found a hoard.\u201d<\/p>\n

The adventurers were silent. Earlia looked around and smiled. Her eyes locked on Numbtongue\u2019s back. The Goblin was explaining something to Erin, who seemed amazed. And sad. And Mrsha seemed wondering.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just repeating a rumor. Anyways, this is good gold. Wonder where he found it. If our team had been this good at mining, we\u2019d never have become adventurers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nothing special. He probably stole it from a monster\u2019s nest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass muttered, slumped in his seat. Bevussa reached out and smacked his shoulder with one wing. She shook her wing arm, grimacing as the magical enchantment on the armor flared to life.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh really? You want to fight Rockmites, Keldrass? Have a thousand of them crawling down your beak? Wander in caves looking for veins? Even with [Dangersense] and [Rock Scent], or some other Skill, that\u2019s a brave Goblin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt changes nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake sulkily reached for his mug. Jelaqua sighed at last and raised her voice. The oldest adventurer present fixed Keldrass with one eye as all the adventurers looked at her and remembered who one of the Halfseekers had been.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeldrass. Whatever may have passed or not, you just met a Hobgoblin and had a conversation with him. In an inn, with dozens of people watching. Doesn\u2019t that strike you as the least bit odd?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake hesitated. In the end, he said nothing. But it didn\u2019t matter. The story wasn\u2019t about him. As the night wore on, Numbtongue, who\u2019d been smiling and looking happier than anyone could remember seeing him in a long time, stood up. He wandered to the stage in the back of the inn where the Players of Celum, exhausted after repeat performances, had vacated it. There he pulled up a chair and sat. And the inn watched as the [Bard] got his guitar out and slowly began to tune it.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue sat on the stage and looked down at his crowd. They weren\u2019t here for him. Some glared at him. Others shouted for him to get off until Erin threw stuff at them.<\/p>\n

It was an unwilling audience. One that hated him, that watched out of morbid curiosity or fear. But so what? He wasn\u2019t going anywhere. The Hobgoblin sat on the stage and searched for the right tune. The right words. They came to him. Despite him not liking singing, the urge rose.<\/p>\n

So he began to play.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you heard of the greatest Goblin warriors, the Redfang Tribe,<\/em><\/p>\n

Who lived in the High Passes and ate Eater Goats and Gargoyles just to survive?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Across the inn, guests looked up. That was the thing about music. Like it, hate it, it was hard to ignore. Numbtongue strummed and raised his voice.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cOur leader was Garen of the Redfang blade,<\/em><\/p>\n

Who was an adventurer and his team betrayed<\/em><\/p>\n

He made us and saved us and taught us how to fight,<\/em><\/p>\n

A traitor maybe, but he did things that were right.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Sitting at their table, Moore and Seborn looked up. Jelaqua drank from her mug and watched. Numbtongue went on, improvising, putting words together.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the story of thirteen Redfangs he chose,<\/em><\/p>\n

Who walked and travelled on no Goblin\u2019s road<\/em><\/p>\n

He sent us thirteen to kill an innkeeper,<\/em><\/p>\n

But lost and confused, we didn\u2019t know where to seek her!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Erin spat out her drink onto Mrsha\u2019s head. She gawped at Numbtongue. The Goblin stared off into the distance.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the tale of the Goblins who roamed<\/em><\/p>\n

The Goblins who fought and died until they found home.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

It was a ballad of rhymes. Rhymes were easy. Numbtongue barely had to think. All he had to do was remember. At first, there had been Esthelm. Quietly, he told the story of a chance encounter. A fight with the Silver Swords. And a girl. A skeleton.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cA [Florist] who was more Human than monster (who had impeccable taste)!<\/em><\/p>\n

And so as not to let her sacrifice go to waste,<\/em><\/p>\n

Thirteen Goblins fought at Esthelm that day<\/em><\/p>\n

And only six walked away.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

No one knew that story here. No one had heard it told. But they had to hear it. Someone\u2014anyone had to listen. Numbtongue recounted it, the deaths, the names. Grunter, Bitefly, Leftstep\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

And on. Of Liscor. Of Bugear, who\u2019d died before meeting Erin, but had died fighting for his brothers. Of the battles there. Face-Eater Moths. Raskghar. Face Stealer. And then the end. Not everyone was listening. But that one [Innkeeper] was, a few Drakes, a Gnoll child\u2014and more listening with one ear, frowning, denying\u2014it didn\u2019t matter. They were listening.<\/p>\n

Numbtongue shouted the last refrain.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey are gone, but I remain!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

And he stood up. He didn\u2019t expect applause. But he got it, scattered, a few hand claps. That was all, but that wasn\u2019t the point. The point was the story. Their story. He sat down next to Erin, and she wiped her eyes. Pisces, who had been listening, cracked one eye open and looked at Ceria and Yvlon. The two female adventurers were quiet, introspective. He coughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou couldn\u2019t make a play about that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBe quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yvlon kicked him hard. He went silent. At their table, Erin turned to Numbtongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat will you call it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cNeeds work.\u201d<\/p>\n

And it did, but he had a title already in his head. A song.<\/p>\n

The Ballad of the Redfangs.<\/em><\/p>\n

Erin blew her nose.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s good. But you know\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to surrender the stage after one song, Numbtongue. They can\u2019t chase you off. And you don\u2019t have to go. What if you played a song for us? Something we can sing to?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hobgoblin looked at Erin. She smiled at him. And he looked over at Yellow Splatters. The Antinium had been staring at the [Bard]. The [Sergeant] spoke softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Antinium have no music. Bird sings. But that is all. If you have a song, I would like to hear it. And\u2026sing?\u201d<\/p>\n

Numbtongue\u2019s heart leapt. He stood up and walked back to the stage. Some of the audience groaned. Others shouted that they didn\u2019t want to hear it. And a few looked at Numbtongue and turned their bodies and heads to listen. Only a few. The Goblin had never expected it to be easy.<\/p>\n

But he\u2019d remembered why he wanted to be a [Bard]. So he played. At first, a song Erin knew and could teach everyone the words to. Then a song he\u2019d created. A riff, with lightning and thunderous chords. And then another song. And another.<\/p>\n

Soon it wasn\u2019t that a Goblin was singing a Goblin\u2019s song, but just that he was there. A Goblin [Bard], reminding everyone of the past. Pyrite was in Numbtongue\u2019s head. Not forgotten. And Headscratcher, Shorthilt, all the others, lived on in Numbtongue\u2019s music. They wouldn\u2019t be forgotten. Not yet.<\/p>\n

They died. They left us. And we are alone. But we are not gone. Here we are. <\/em>The guitar sang as Numbtongue stood alone, alone in front of a crowd. But he refused to run. He refused to hide. Here I am. Here we are. We made it. We remain. And we will never let you forget. Here we are. Look at us. See us.<\/em><\/p>\n

Here we are.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Then it was done. Numbtongue sat in his room, dozing off with the sun. His claws hurt, and his throat was sore. But he wasn\u2019t unhappy. He was tired. Oh, so tired. And the sun, usually a good incentive, couldn\u2019t keep him awake. The Goblin nodded as he slowly put his guitar away, and then lay down on his bed. He\u2019d probably wake up after nine hours. Six? Four if he needed to.<\/p>\n

It might be hard when he woke up. Hard and unforgiving. But Numbtongue had something now. A friend. A reason to keep going, to stay at the inn. Memories. Today, they had helped him. Given him words he couldn\u2019t have come up with himself. The skill to fight\u2014they\u2019d saved his life.<\/p>\n

He would have traded all of it to have the Goblin who they belonged to sitting across from him, grunting and chewing on something as he always did. Numbtongue knew Pyrite now, though they had never spoken. He wished Pyrite had been alive to see him on that stage. To meet Erin. Him, Headscratcher, Shorthilt, and all the others. Numbtongue wished, and that was all. But he wasn\u2019t unhappy. Just tired.<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

[Conditions Met: Bard \u2192 Goblin Soulbard Class!]<\/p>\n

[Goblin Soulbard Level 30!]<\/p>\n

[Memory \u2013 Pyrite, Flooded Waters Tribe obtained!]<\/p>\n

[Skill \u2013 A Minute, Reborn obtained!]<\/p>\n

[Skill \u2013 Ballad of Bravery obtained!]<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Slowly, Numbtongue opened his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

A minute later, a Goblin sat in Numbtongue\u2019s room. He felt tired. Physically, his body, at any rate. Intellectually, his mind was racing. And fresh! The Goblin looked around experimentally, blinking, and then felt at his body. He knew the body\u2019s name. Its owner. That was Numbtongue. But he? He was different.<\/p>\n

\u2018Pyrite\u2019 scratched his stomach. He stopped, poked it experimentally, and wondered if a flat stomach and nimble body was better than fat in combat. Then he thought of who he was.<\/p>\n

He could remember everything. He was Pyrite. And he was Numbtongue. The gaps between their personalities had disappeared, but also reformed. This wasn\u2019t the confused jumble that Numbtongue had been forced to sort through when Pyrite had died.<\/p>\n

This was different. Pyrite felt like himself, although that might be an illusion. More importantly, Pyrite could remember Numbtongue\u2019s memories, but he was sure, in this moment, he was Pyrite. Only, one inclined to help Numbtongue. Well, that was fine. He would have done it anyways.<\/p>\n

Wasn\u2019t this confusing? Pyrite frowned and blew out his cheeks. He knew he didn\u2019t have time to waste on puzzling out who was who, though. The Skill\u2019s name had sounded explicit. [A Minute, Reborn]. Well, that was a time limit. And an inconvenient one, too.<\/p>\n

One minute, so now probably thirty seconds. Pyrite hesitated, then decided he needed notes. He bent and, with Numbtongue\u2019s finger, scribbled fast on the floorboards, cutting into them with his nail. Numbtongue didn\u2019t know how to write because he\u2019d never bothered, but he could read this note in case he forgot. There were so many thoughts bouncing around in Pyrite\u2019s head, but he jotted down the most pressing ones as he spoke aloud.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis class. Is it only for [Bards]? Why did you get it? Because of memory? Was that because so many Goblins died or because I tried? Is this memory here to stay, or does it fade?\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused, not too concerned by that. This was fascinating.<\/em> Experimentally, he flexed one clawed hand and went back to writing.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo I remember this, or does Numbtongue remembering take over and I am new Pyrite with Numbtongue\u2019s memories any time? Will I make him level up? Can I <\/em>level up?\u201d<\/p>\n

Probably not. But Pyrite wrote it down just in case. He frowned. So many questions!<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. Hmm. Greydath would know. Do I have Skills when I am reborn? Is it possible to make this longer? An hour? A day? Test me in the mountains or elsewhere. I have [Power Strike]\u2014can\u2019t use here. Lastly\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Ten seconds. Pyrite could feel something tugging<\/em> him. Yes. His time was coming to a close. And perhaps he could leave if need be. But he could also be called. When he was needed\u2026his mind flashed from thought to thought, and then Pyrite\u2019s eyes widened. With the last seconds, he wrote, scratching deep<\/em> into the wooden floorboards.<\/p>\n

Then he was gone. One second he was there, and then Numbtongue was staring down at his old thumb. He could sense what Pyrite had wanted to write, so he finished it. Then\u2026Pyrite\u2019s perspective, his intentions, faded away in Numbtongue\u2019s mind like an old dream. The Hobgoblin shook. He could remember what Pyrite had done, even the vague intentions, but the exact reasoning and\u2026personality were beyond him.<\/p>\n

But the writing was clear. Numbtongue stared at it. Particularly the last lines. They burned so hot in him that his exhaustion disappeared in a moment. He stared down and read slowly, his voice shaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe class is not new. The class is meant for you. Goblins have always had this power. When did we lose it? How?\u201d<\/p>\n

We have had this class. It is ours. [Goblin Soulbard]. Goblin<\/em>. If Goblins have a class, do Humans? Do Drakes? What does it mean? Is it just memories? Is it a thing of [Chieftains]?<\/em><\/p>\n

Those were Pyrite\u2019s thoughts. But the words below them struck a chord deeper. They rocked Numbtongue to his core. Because they changed his purpose. The reason he was here. Trembling, he touched the scratches in the wood.<\/p>\n

\u201cFind the others if they remain. Find our King<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked up. The inn was silent above him as a new day dawned. And the Goblin sat by himself. But he was no longer alone.<\/p>\n

Slowly, the pieces of the world began to fall closer into place.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

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