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Day 55 \u2013 Durene<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Help was on the way. That was the thought that Durene held in her head when she woke in her cottage. It propelled her out of bed and had her rummaging through the pack of food that Prost had provided her with last night. It made eggs, fresh from Riverfarm\u2019s chickens, fried new potatoes grown from Riverfarm\u2019s fields, and, uh, got water from the creek that fed Riverfarm\u2019s river.<\/p>\n

Okay, it was just a good mood. But Durene welcomed it. She had spoken to Laken. Not face-to-face, and he was yet far away, doing things with Goblin prisoners, and she was not happy about that<\/em>. But she\u2019d missed him. It felt like, now, she knew that he remembered her. Was thinking of her.<\/p>\n

It mattered a lot. Durene dumped a bucket of water in what was supposed to be her pig\u2019s trough. It was her bucket, so it filled the trough halfway and woke the new occupant of her cottage\u2019s fenced-in perimeter. Bismarck yawned, exposing rows of yellowed teeth, and padded over to the trough for a drink. Durene eyed him, and the Mossbear sniffed the air. He tried to proceed towards the cottage for breakfast\u2014Durene caught him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. That\u2019s my breakfast, Bismarck. You can have these potatoes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She dumped a small pile on the ground, and the bear sniffed them. Then he sniffed the air and decided fried potatoes and eggs sounded a lot better. He padded towards the cottage\u2014this time, Durene wrapped her arms around his midsection.<\/p>\n

\u201cI said no.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Mossbear, affronted and surprised, looked back at Durene. He made a gaoing<\/em> sound and pulled<\/em>. Durene, her feet slipping in the wet soil, pulled back. And both she and Bismarck had an unpleasant surprise.<\/p>\n

He was strong!<\/em> Durene had met few things in the world that could really bother her. Wagons, trees, even Hobgoblins had felt weaker than her. But Bismarck was a Mossbear, bigger than regular bears. And he\u2014<\/em>Durene slipped across the ground, then pulled back harder.<\/p>\n

The bear was surprised too. He wasn\u2019t used to anything being able to hold him in place or get in his way, come to that. He strained to go forwards, and Durene hauled him back.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay.<\/em> Bad Bismarck! Stay\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

That was when it began to rain. Again. Both the Mossbear and half-Troll girl looked up as the clouds opened up. A downpour instantly soaked both and the potatoes. Bismarck eyed Durene and the cottage and then the pile of wet potatoes on the ground. Durene bared her teeth. The Mossbear considered his chances of getting into the hut, then dejectedly padded over to his potatoes and began wolfing them down. Durene sighed.<\/p>\n

It was the beginning of another day.<\/p>\n

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\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Another day. But a better one. The last two days hadn\u2019t been the worst, all things considered, and Durene was feeling optimistic. By the time Wiskeria entered the cottage, dripping with water, Frostwing was eating her raw meat, and Durene had food.<\/p>\n

\u201cMorning, Wiskeria.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Durene. It\u2019s another rainy day.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] sighed as she shook water from her clothes and hat onto the floor. Durene was about to ask if she needed a towel when she noticed Wiskeria wasn\u2019t actually wet<\/em>. The water slid from her garments, leaving a dry, if hungry, [Witch] behind.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow. Is that magic? Here. Want some eggs and potatoes?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria sat down at the table, smiling slightly. She accepted the food and ate ravenously; Durene joined her a moment later with a much larger plate of her own food. Frostwing pecked at her bowl of meat and balefully eyed the egg-eaters.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s magic. Not magic robes; just a little charm against water. Good thing I put it on the tent, or I\u2019d have been soaked this morning. I think it\u2019s wearing off, though; I got a few drips.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria pointed out Durene\u2019s window. The half-Troll [Farmer] glanced outside.<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh. Charms? Is that like regular spells? I don\u2019t know much about magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s small magic. Spells are quick to cast and last\u2026hours at best, usually. Charms require a bit more work. For a charm against water, I sprinkle some dust over the tent and make it deflect water. It lasts for a few days, so if I forget to apply it, I get soaked. Same for the hat and clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s so handy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not powerful, though. Just handy. Durene could be as happily dry as Wiskeria with a towel and a minute of work. The [Witch] nodded, eating fast.<\/p>\n

\u201cSmall magics. I have a lot of them. It\u2019s not as good as casting [Barrier of Air] or something like a [Mage], but it\u2019s pretty good. That\u2019s how my class does magic, anyways. We get other things in return.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean like bringing dead crow heads back to life?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene stared across the table. Wiskeria paused with some potato stuffed into her mouth. She chewed, swallowed, and slowly looked outside.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026yes. If we want to. [Witches] learn a lot of disciplines. General magic, alchemy, hexes, charms, beast taming, even fighting Skills\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNecromancy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know any spells to raise the dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cI really don\u2019t. Look, [Witches] aren\u2019t all the same, Durene. We\u2019re\u2014it\u2019s a wide class.\u201d<\/p>\n

Flustered, Wiskeria adjusted the hat on her head. She never took it off, even indoors. She wiped her spectacles on her robes, and Durene let the matter drop.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what\u2019re you going to do today? Prost and Rie say they\u2019re going to make an announcement this morning. In the village. Want to come?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] hesitated, and her good mood palpably faded a bit. Durene just stared at her. Wiskeria mumbled as she finished her plate.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe. I could\u2026come by.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLaken asked you to.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another pause.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, he did. I\u2019ll think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

And there was another thing. Two days ago, Wiskeria\u2019s answer would have been a flat rejection, Durene was sure. But she\u2019d been in the room with Durene and heard Laken\u2019s [Message]. He\u2019d asked her to help, and the [Witch] looked bothered as she glanced out Durene\u2019s window again. Because, as different as she was from Durene, with her quick wits, magic, and now deep guilt, she and Durene shared the same thing that bound them together in unlikely ways.<\/p>\n

Loyalty. Durene had been glad to see it\u2014surprised that she\u2019d seen it in Rie\u2019s face\u2014and she was relieved herself. Something, someone was coming that would make things better. But just as importantly, Durene had realized what she needed to do while Laken was away: keep Riverfarm safe. With that in mind, she felt energized today. Durene got up and put both plates away. She looked at Wiskeria.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re coming, do it soon. I\u2019m going into the village. With Frostwing. If<\/em> she behaves herself.\u201d<\/p>\n

She reached for the bird, and Frostwing squawked<\/em>, but slowly hopped onto Durene\u2019s arm. The bird pecked at a loose thread on Durene\u2019s clothing, but didn\u2019t scream or protest this time as Durene picked up an oiled cloak and held it over the bird. She walked over to the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee you later?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Wiskeria smiled as Durene left the cottage. She watched as the door closed, and the sudden shower of rain began to let up a tiny bit. The [Witch] stared around the cottage, sighed, then stood up as well.<\/p>\n

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\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

This morning, the people of Riverfarm broke from their routine for a gathering in the one building large enough to hold them. The village\u2019s center, the meeting hall that doubled as the throne room of sorts. The carved throne that sat on a small dais at the other end of the room was unoccupied. And it had been for nearly two months.<\/p>\n

Even so, the people who came to listen to Prost speak stared at it with the same expectant stare they had on day one. They were Riverfarm\u2019s original folk, Windrest\u2019s, the people of the villages who\u2019d first come here. Not all of them; there were six hundred \u2018original\u2019 people. Loyal to their [Emperor].<\/p>\n

Many had duties that called them away even before this early hour, but it still felt good to Durene to see the rest here. She stood next to the throne, listening to Prost speak. The [Steward] was a simple public speaker, but an efficient one; he wasted no one\u2019s time.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis Majesty is but two weeks away. Maybe a bit more, maybe less\u2014he\u2019s still got all the [Engineer] teams with him. We just have to wait for him. He is<\/em> being escorted by two [Lords] after all.\u201d<\/p>\n

The people in the meeting hall nodded reluctantly. They\u2019d been hopeful, but not exactly unpleasantly surprised by the [Message] from Laken. Durene gathered that this update on his progress wasn\u2019t new by now. Prost let the murmurs die down before turning to Durene.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne last thing. Our Durene\u2019s awake and fully recovered from her injury. You may have seen her on her feet these last few days\u2014she can be hard to miss. She\u2019ll be helping around Riverfarm as she might\u2014and it\u2019ll be a help, you can be sure! Three days ago, she and Beniar caught the [Thief] who\u2019d been stealing for the last few weeks!\u201d<\/p>\n

That garnered a lot more interest. Everyone turned to Durene, and she blushed as a small cheer rose from the crowd. But then a man shouted from the crowd. It was Mister Ram, the [Rancher].<\/p>\n

\u201cWe finally caught that bastard! When\u2019re we giving him a beating, Prost? Or is it just exile? He deserves more than that if you ask me!\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a swell of agreement from the crowd. Prost grimaced as he raised a hand. Rie wasn\u2019t here; Durene guessed she was tending to the rest of the village.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no beating being done, Mister Ram. Or exile\u2014yet. We know who the [Thief] is, and he\u2019s high-level, but figuring out the exact punishment will take a bit. He\u2019s being confined in his house under watch, so I don\u2019t want anyone doing anything until Lady Rie and I pass formal judgment. What\u2019s important is that the thefts will stop; at least, from him.\u201d<\/p>\n

That didn\u2019t sit well with the crowd. There was a lot of frowning, and then a woman called out.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not? That man stole from our [Traders]\u2014stole money we<\/em> made for the village!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s complications, Miss Prise. The man\u2019s from Lancrel\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo? They came to Riverfarm, they have to obey the laws, same as everyone else! What makes this [Thief] so different?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene, watching, saw most of the villagers nodding. She nodded as well; there was only one recourse for a [Thief]. Either you taught them a lesson so they stopped for good or they had to leave the village. In a small community, you couldn\u2019t have people like that. Prost just grimaced.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that simple. The [Thief] that Durene helped catch? It\u2019s Master Elmmet.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a moment of stunned silence and then a roar of outrage from the crowd. Durene blinked as fury swept over the familiar faces. Ram shouted out, his face red.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat snooty [Councilman]? And the Lancrel lot said the [Thief] wouldn\u2019t ever be one of theirs! Just goes to show! Let\u2019s tar and feather the bastard and run him out today! I\u2019ll get the tar myself! Who\u2019s with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Half the men and women in the room shouted, and some seemed ready to do so right this instant. On the dais, Prost shouted for silence, then gave up. He put two fingers in his mouth and issued a piercing whistle. Everyone, Durene included, clapped their hands to their ears. Frostwing, who\u2019d been content to perch on Durene\u2019s shoulder, shrieked happily in accord.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one\u2019s punishing Elmmet for anything, so get that out of your heads. Especially you, Ram. He\u2019s under guard.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPut him in the pillory and let us throw some rocks! Under guard in his home? You\u2019re not treating him special on account of him being from the city, are you, Prost?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram\u2019s glare bounced off Prost. The [Steward] frowned, and Ram, realizing he might have gone too far, hesitated. Prost\u2019s voice shut down every murmur as he replied with iron in his tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all. But Lancrel\u2019s folk are insisting their [Councilman] did nothing wrong. Never mind that he was caught by Beniar. They insist it was a setup\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Another roar of outrage. Prost shouted over them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, I know! Shut up, all of you!<\/em> We\u2019ve got work to do\u2014stop acting like wet-bottomed babes before I spank the lot of you!\u201d<\/p>\n

The affronted crowd shut up. Prost, breathing heavily, glared at them.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what Lancrel\u2019s lot says. But they\u2019re not in charge, and justice will<\/em> be done, I promise you. What we\u2019re doing is\u2014we\u2019re setting up a trial. With a truth stone. Lady Rie sent for one from her estates, and it\u2019ll be here by the end of today. Tomorrow, we\u2019ll be having a public trial for Master Elmmet to show everyone he is the [Thief]. His sentence will be handled then.\u201d<\/p>\n

The angry crowd quieted a bit. A woman shouted out as she lifted a girl up to see Prost from the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if Lancrel\u2019s folk don\u2019t want him punished? There\u2019s more\u2019ve them than us, Prost. Them and the other villagers who came here. They\u2019ve been saying they deserve the best houses and more consideration\u2014as if we weren\u2019t here first!\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene saw more aggrieved nods. Prost sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey can say what they want. But justice will be done tomorrow. I\u2019ll be handling the trial myself. You\u2019re all free to watch. With that said\u2014we have jobs to do! There might be rain, but I want more fields being plowed and sown! And we\u2019re putting up more houses for our crafts folk! That means more of you all will be doing your primary class\u2019 job soon enough! Think of that and don\u2019t let me catch any of you starting a fight with Lancrel\u2019s folk! They\u2019ll be here right after you, and they\u2019ll hear exactly what you said.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUs? Start fights?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram looked innocently around. Prost glared.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all for now. Anyone who\u2019s got a complaint? Find me when I\u2019m checking in on you! Get to work!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grumbling, but good-naturedly, the villagers dispersed. Durene watched the back of the crowd begin to troop out of the room with no more than a few complaints. They were hardy folk, the [Farmers] and [Woodcutters] and so on. More than a few stopped to greet Durene. The first was a bald man with huge arms and an apron.<\/p>\n

\u201cDurene! Dead gods, girl, it\u2019s good to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He spread his arms and gave Durene a hug. She grinned and hugged him back.<\/p>\n

\u201cMister Helm!\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Blacksmith] beamed as he stepped back. He was one of the leaders of Windrest, a respected man and the highest-level [Blacksmith] in Riverfarm at the moment. He shook his head as a small crowd gathered around Durene.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t think anything could keep you down more than a day, girl. When I heard your wound got infected\u2014it\u2019s a terrible thing. But you\u2019re back, and in a day, you caught that damn [Thief]! And that slimy Elmmet no less! He\u2019d have never been able to get away with it for so long if His Majesty were here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded soberly. Laken would have sensed Elmmet stealing right off. Helm sighed, but then he adjusted his belt.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot long now until he gets back, though. I\u2019m looking forwards to it\u2014he can restore order. Not that Prost and Lady Rie don\u2019t do a good enough job, but Emperor Laken\u2014he\u2019s the one who can get things moving. There\u2019s always more houses that need putting up, and I\u2019d like half a dozen more hands helping me churn out what Riverfarm needs\u2014get us ore instead of having us having to smelt or buy the damn stuff ourselves\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone elbowed Helm in the side and forced him back. Another woman stepped up, scowling at the [Blacksmith].<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t monopolize Durene with your complaints, Helm! How are you, Miss Durene? Ignore Helm. He hasn\u2019t changed from Windrest. When Emperor Laken comes back, kicking Helm into shape\u2019ll be his hardest task, I have no doubt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow dare you, Mallie! You think I haven\u2019t been working from dawn till dusk?\u201d<\/p>\n

Helm spluttered at the [Washerwoman] as she shook Durene\u2019s hand with two of her own, smiling. More of the villagers crowded around, and Durene, surprised and touched by the affection, shook hands and exchanged hugs, trying not to blush.<\/p>\n

She failed. Durene liked Windrest\u2019s folk. They didn\u2019t have any baggage with her past, and they\u2019d known her and Laken for months before the battle at Lancrel. She didn\u2019t know them all, of course, and some of the villagers in this meeting were here just to meet Durene.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026saw you, didn\u2019t I? When the army of his\u2014er, Emperor Godart\u2014sent them to fight the Goblins harassing our village. You were with them. I\u2019m Miss Baker. A pleasure. Miss Durene?\u201d<\/p>\n

A small woman peered up at Durene, cautious, but managing a smile. Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a [Paladin], Miss Baker. I, uh, I fought with the army. I might be doing that again, but today I\u2019ll be helping out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh! A [Paladin]? I\u2019ve never heard of that class. What is it about, please?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman\u2019s eyes widened respectfully. Durene felt a surge of pride, and a smile flashed around those in the know. Durene used the easiest explanation she knew.<\/p>\n

\u201cA [Paladin] is a special kind of [Knight] that serves [Emperors], Miss Baker. A bit more than that, but you could think of them as\u2026a [Knight] among [Knights].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmazing. And you\u2019re\u2026I mean, will we have [Knights] when His Majesty returns? There\u2019s that dashing [Cataphract], and he\u2019s as good as any [Knight]. Adventurer Beniar.\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Baker\u2019s eyes were shining at the prospect. Durene felt a flutter in her chest at the thought. Hadn\u2019t Laken thought about that? No, wait\u2014he\u2019d complained that he\u2019d given most of his titles, including knighthoods, to the Frost Faeries.<\/p>\n

\u201cI imagine Laken could knight a few people, Miss Baker. If they were deserving.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmazing.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman shook her head. The others nodded proudly or with the same amazement. [Steward], [Paladin]\u2014no, they even had a [Lady] among them! It was more than any of them would dream of in their normal lives.<\/p>\n

Durene was smiling and introducing herself to the last of the people as the crowd slowly filed out of the meeting hall when there was a pause, then a susurration through those still in the building. The people at the doors cleared a space. Walking through them came a young woman with a familiar blue hat.<\/p>\n

Wiskeria. Durene looked up, and a silence fell over the room. The [Witch]\u2019s face was pale, but she walked into the center, chin raised. Prost, talking to Helm and a few of the villagers with authority, turned, and his eyes widened. Wiskeria gulped and spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello, everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWiskeria.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene breathed her name, and she wasn\u2019t the only one. Every eye focused on the [Witch], and Durene, gazing across the crowd, saw a mix of emotions. Surprise, sadness, a flash of anger on a few faces\u2014but, generally, just uncertainty. The [Witch] tugged on her hat, and then, slowly, took it off. She stared around the room as her dark hair fell slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry for\u2014I\u2019m sorry I haven\u2019t been more active of late. I\u2019d like to change that, help where I may. I\u2019m not reforming the army. Beniar will be handling things with his Darksky Riders until Emperor Laken returns. But I do want to help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence greeted her statement. Durene held her breath, inspecting the audience. To her, Wiskeria had nothing to apologize for. Nothing\u2014but then Durene remembered the cemetery. And she couldn\u2019t bring herself to be the first one to speak.<\/p>\n

Nor could Prost, apparently. He hesitated, opening his mouth uncertainly. But before he could speak, someone else pushed her way through the crowd.<\/p>\n

A girl. She was young, a village child from her trousers and general appearance. She marched right up to Wiskeria and stared up at her as the [Witch] put on her hat. Wiskeria stared back uncertainly. The girl looked Wiskeria up and down and then asked in a loud, carrying voice, as only a child could do.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019re you, Miss?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria blinked. The question wasn\u2019t exactly rude, but it was a bit out of place.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a [Witch]. A [Witch] and a [General]. But mostly a [Witch]. My name is Wiskeria. What\u2019s yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

The girl considered this.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgathy. Are you a bad [Witch], Miss? Mother says you\u2019re not. But my brother, Randil, he followed you to kill the Goblins. And he never came back.\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was. Durene paused, and in the crowd around her, the folk at the doors, the good mood was swept away and replaced by silence. Outside, the rain blew in, drenching those at the doors. But they held still, looking back at Wiskeria. The [Witch] hesitated. She tugged her pointed hat lower over her brow and knelt, bending down towards Agathy.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d\u2026like to think I\u2019m not a bad [Witch], Agathy. But I don\u2019t think I\u2019m a very good one. I let your brother down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMa says it weren\u2019t your fault. Nor His Majesty\u2019s. She said\u2014but who\u2019s to blame? Them Goblins?\u201d<\/p>\n

Agathy stared at Wiskeria. Her voice was loud, strident even. Bordering on accusatory. Wiskeria hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was the [General] in charge of the army. We were fighting Goblins, but I should have led better. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

The little girl nodded. Durene was\u2026surprised to see her not crying. But it had been fifty-five days since then. It felt like yesterday to Durene. She closed her eyes. Then Agathy\u2019s voice became uncertain.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas he brave?\u201d<\/p>\n

A tremble entered her bold tone. A quaver. And the room waited on Wiskeria\u2019s response. The [Witch] gazed up. Perhaps some of those in the room had fought on that battlefield. Durene recognized some faces. She had been there. But she didn\u2019t remember Agathy\u2019s brother\u2019s face. She didn\u2019t even recognize his name. Wiskeria paused, and then she closed her eyes. Then she smiled down at Agathy.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes. The bravest. I promise you that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was a hero.\u201d<\/p>\n

The statement was no question, but it begged for an answer. Wiskeria nodded. Agathy went on, her large eyes filled with no tears. But the words poured out in a rush.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe had a spear. A-and he practiced every day. He was a Level 14 [Warrior]. He killed a lot of Goblins, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. And he helped the rest of us get away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n

Agathy nodded. She stared up at Wiskeria. Then she looked lost.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did he\u2014how did\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She broke off and rubbed at one eye. At last, a woman came through the crowd. She had been wiping at her eyes. She pulled Agathy back. The girl protested, but quietly. The woman bowed to Wiskeria hesitantly. The [Witch] looked down, then forced herself to meet the woman\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Agelica. Agathy\u2019s mother. And Randil\u2019s. Please forgive Agathy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s perfectly\u2026I\u2019m sorry Miss Agelica.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman shook her head, her eyes bright.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know you did your best, General. And you had the wrong orders. Emperor Laken didn\u2019t order that charge. It was someone else. A traitor, isn\u2019t that right?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The word came from Prost. He stood on the dais, watching Wiskeria. He met the eyes of every person as he slowly turned around the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmperor Laken didn\u2019t order the attack. Someone else did. Knocked out Nesor. Wiskeria did the best with the information she had. But we\u2019ll find that traitor. Wiskeria, it\u2019s good to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded to him. But when she turned to Miss Agelica, the [Witch] could only bow to her and her daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. Your son was a hero. If he hadn\u2019t fought, more of us wouldn\u2019t have escaped.\u201d<\/p>\n

Agelica nodded. With dignity, holding Agathy\u2019s hand, she turned to go. Durene let out the sigh she\u2019d been holding. Too quickly. Frostwing fluttered in alarm as someone stormed past her. Another woman, wearing a dress, pointed a finger at Wiskeria.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry? Sorry doesn\u2019t bring back the dead!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Rehanna.\u201d<\/p>\n

Prost called out sharply. Durene recognized her, although it took a second. She had been one of the villagers who\u2019d refused to accept Laken\u2019s rule when she\u2019d come to Riverfarm. Durene had disliked the woman\u2019s ingratitude then. And she hadn\u2019t changed. The woman stormed up to Wiskeria as the [Witch] turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have some nerve showing your face here<\/em> after what you did. You<\/em> were the [General]. You should have won! Or\u2014or retreated sooner! Instead, there were thousands dead! From Riverfarm and every village, city, and town that your [Emperor]<\/em> levied troops from! How dare you come in here and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She flinched as Durene put a hand on her shoulder. The half-Troll girl glared down at her. Durene\u2019s voice boomed around the hall.<\/p>\n

\u201cWiskeria saved as many lives as she could, Miss. It wasn\u2019t her fault someone lied<\/em> to her. She fought the Goblins! You weren\u2019t there\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDurene.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria looked at Durene warningly. Rehanna spun, her eyes flaring with hatred. Hatred and disgust.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what if I wasn\u2019t? I can say what we\u2019re all thinking. If it weren\u2019t for her<\/em>, our people might not have died at Lancrel! And for what? A bunch of city-folk who come here and steal our food while complaining all the while? If we\u2019d had a proper<\/em> leader in charge instead of this\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman cut off as Durene clenched a fist. Durene made no other move, but it was a big fist. Rehanna backed up. Durene glared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you dare insult her. You weren\u2019t fighting. You weren\u2019t there! How can you insult Wiskeria?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDurene. Enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone pulled at Durene\u2019s shoulder. Prost. He couldn\u2019t move her, but he interposed himself between her and Rehanna. He glanced up at Durene and shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cWiskeria isn\u2019t to blame, that\u2019s right enough, Durene. But Miss Rehanna\u2019s entitled to her grief. Her husband was among those that fought at Lancrel.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Suddenly, Durene\u2019s righteous anger burnt out in her chest. She stared at Rehanna. The woman\u2019s face was red as she glared at Durene. She pointed a shaking finger at Wiskeria.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy husband followed that bitch<\/em> into battle. For your [Emperor]. I warned him. I told him what would happen, but he didn\u2019t listen. And he died.\u201d<\/p>\n

Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the room. No one spoke for a long while after that. At last, Wiskeria bowed her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I can\u2019t make up for what happened. I did what I could. I know that\u2019s not enough, but let me help, if you can accept it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Prost nodded tiredly. He looked about and clapped his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone, back to work. We\u2019ve wasted enough time as it is. Tell everyone who\u2019s working in the village on the second shift to come by when the sun\u2019s overhead.\u201d<\/p>\n

He marched towards the door, ordering the first wave of people to the fields and the early-morning work. But, tellingly, he didn\u2019t stop a small crowd who lingered around Wiskeria. A man stepped towards the [Witch], taking off his wide farmer\u2019s hat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know if you\u2019ll remember her, Miss Wiskeria. But if you\u2019ve a moment\u2014do you remember my girl? Iglief? She was an [Archer]. Caught an arrow or so I heard. I\u2026I\u2019d like to know if that\u2019s what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria turned and bowed to him. She looked up once at Durene. And the half-Troll girl silently stepped away. Wiskeria turned to the [Farmer], and the moment of hesitation was so quick that only Durene noticed it.<\/p>\n

\u201cIglief? I remember her. She had\u2014blonde hair, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at the man. He ran a hand through his dark blonde hair and nodded, relieved.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s her. As fair as wheat. And a clear shot with a bow. She could kill a rat at a hundred paces with it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. She would\u2019ve been with our archers. The Goblins overran the right. Before Lord Pellmia came, they had to fight and hold them back as we were retreating. Your daughter\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at the [Farmer]. Durene, walking towards the door with Frostwing, saw the man bow his head. Wiskeria reached out, and he took Wiskeria\u2019s hand. Shook it. When he moved away, it was slowly, but he put on his hat and headed past Durene towards the doors, and there was a firmness in his step. The next person, an old woman, stepped up and urgently grabbed at the hem of Wiskeria\u2019s robe. The [Witch] turned to her.<\/p>\n

There she stood, surrounded by people who\u2019d lost someone. All asking, wanting to know how the dead had fallen. And the [Witch] gave one answer: heroically.<\/p>\n

It was a lie, and it was the truth. It was the only answer any decent person could give. And Wiskeria, as she adjusted her spectacles, tugged on her hat, bowed, and lied and told the truth, looked both relieved and in more pain than Durene could ever remember seeing someone. But she had stopped running. So Durene left her to it.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

The rest of the day, Durene worked. Not in bits or pieces, lending a hand here or catching a [Thief], but actually got down and worked<\/em>. It wasn\u2019t hard. There was no end of tasks to do, and Durene might be a [Paladin], but she was a [Farmer] too. Prost didn\u2019t put her in any working group, so Durene did what she knew she could do best: lift things.<\/p>\n

She was in the farms first. Or rather, the group clearing new land for fields. The [Woodcutters] had cleared a huge amount of land, but in their hurry to acquire lumber for the new houses going up, they\u2019d neglected to remove the stumps and roots.<\/p>\n

That meant the grumbling [Farmers] not assigned to sowing or tilling had to handle it. Durene had the chance to chat with some of them. They were all cut from the same cloth; [Farmers] who worked in the small villages weren\u2019t high-level by and large, but they all dreamed of getting that rare Skill or having a few big harvests that helped them level up.<\/p>\n

Many wouldn\u2019t fulfill that dream, but they had more classes than just [Farmer]. You\u2019d be a [Farmer] who specialized in a bit of [Blacksmithing] on the side for coin and to repair your tools, or one with a [Rancher] class, or perhaps a [Farmer] and a [Hunter].<\/p>\n

They were hardy, and their grumbling was largely good-natured as they worked in the rain, uprooting stones and roots and hauling them off to wagons. The wood could be dried and used as firewood or bits for the [Carvers], and the stones were good for laying foundations or a cobblestone street, maybe. Durene knew it was a good sign that they were working with a will even in the rain.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt ain\u2019t nothing hard. In fact, I\u2019d say I\u2019m happier here than at my old farm, for all I miss it dearly. It\u2019s a small place up north\u2014but I\u2019ll admit, it does my heart good seeing all those shoots coming up. I wish I had that Skill, but I\u2019ll be content helping out until I level up.\u201d<\/p>\n

One old [Farmer], Rickmeld, chatted as Durene carefully dug around a large stump in the ground. He pulled some dirt back with a hoe, and Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like it here, Mister Rickmeld?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCompared to being ate by a Goblin for lunch? Yes I do! But there\u2019s more\u2019n that. I just need to work, and I don\u2019t have to worry about food. I wasn\u2019t a married man, but now instead of having to cook, I get someone with [Advanced Cooking] making my meals. And my bed! Feels like the softest cotton when I lie down. That\u2019s spoiling me; I don\u2019t know that I\u2019d return, even if my farm magically rebuilt itself. If it weren\u2019t for all these upstuck city folk, I\u2019d be happy as my pigs. I can\u2019t wait to meet this [Emperor] everyone\u2019s telling me about.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Farmer] sighed as he and Durene finally got under the stump. Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cLancrel folk, huh? What\u2019re they like?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rickmeld eyed Durene and sucked his teeth thoughtfully. He might have been wondering if she were a spy for Prost\u2014Durene was not\u2014but he answered anyways with a [Farmer]\u2019s bluntness.<\/p>\n

\u201cUpstuck. Like I said. Can\u2019t handle rain, complain about sleeping in the big storage rooms and barns\u2014as if we didn\u2019t all do that! Worst is the rich folks or the ones who were<\/em> rich. They keep demanding to get houses first and saying that there should be privileges. What\u2019re they offering? Some of \u2018em are decent, but the worst are the [Mayors].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c[Mayors]?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Mayors], [Aides], [Councilwomen]\u2014you know the sort. We didn\u2019t have a [Mayor] in our village, just a [Headwoman], and she was alright. But a lot of the places that fled the Goblins had people whose class was in leadership. People of importance.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He spat. Durene, about to bend over, eyed the spit on the stump and sighed. Rickmeld looked apologetic.<\/p>\n

\u201cRain\u2019ll get that. Anyways, they\u2019ve banded together. Formed a \u2018governing body\u2019, only, we\u2019ve got that in Prost and Lady Rie. Prost is all we need, if you ask me. He\u2019s a right sort. Good [Farmer], knows his stuff. And Lady Rie! Why\u2019d you need anyone to tell a [Lady] how to manage things?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene thought about Lady Rie and grunted.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis other group wants to, though?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey have suggestions. And they have a lot of folk who respect them or who\u2019re displeased. I say let them leave, but I suppose it ain\u2019t possible. Lancrel\u2019s lot sticks together and listens to this body. And there\u2019s a lot of them\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded. She saw the issue. There were two thousand people in Riverfarm and more stragglers incoming by the day. If there were more people like Rickmeld and Riverfarm\u2019s own, they could tell the other groups where to shove it. But the group from Lancrel outnumbered the villagers two-to-one, never mind that the rural folk had started all this.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Laken will sort it out when he arrives. Until then, Rie can handle it. And Prost. And Beniar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about you? I hear you\u2019re His Majesty\u2019s, er, consort. What\u2019s a [Paladin] do all day?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene shrugged, embarrassed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp out. But I\u2019m nothing special, Mister Rickmeld.\u201d<\/p>\n

So saying, she crouched, put her hand under the base of the stump, and heaved<\/em>. The [Farmer] shielded his face as the roots of the tree ripped up out of the dirt in a shower. He gaped as Durene lifted the stump and roots up with one hand and wiped some dirt from her face with a grimace.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026see. Nothing special?\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice was faint. Durene shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a [Farmer]. The [Paladin] bit I\u2019m working on, but I don\u2019t quite know what to do. Hey, should I dump this on the wagon?\u201d<\/p>\n

She waved the stump at the other farmers as Frostwing flapped her wings and issued a complaint over the dirt covering her brilliant plumage. That was the morning. After a wet opening, the rain poured so hard the [Farmers] decided to take a break. Durene trooped into the village with them for a hot, warming meal inside one of the buildings the [Cooks] used to make and serve food. The [Farmers] went back out when the storm began to die down to a drizzle, and Durene decided she\u2019d pulled up most of the big stumps. So she went to find the [Builders].<\/p>\n

One team was being led by Beycalt, the [Forewoman] whom Durene had met the other day. She was only too glad to have Durene help unload the heavy, wet wagons. It gave Beycalt a chance to address some of the grumbling [Builders] in her crew.<\/p>\n

\u201cWorking in the rain? Building <\/em>in it? We should all be indoors!\u201d<\/p>\n

One man was simply unable to handle the light rain. He was protesting to Beycalt, and the woman was having none of it. She pointed as Durene trooped past her with some fresh-cut boards.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just rain. It doesn\u2019t affect houses. And we can put a temporary shelter up when we start adding floorboards. I don\u2019t know how you did it in Lancrel, but you can raise a building in storm or sun, Mister Felp. Stop complaining and help unload those wagons. We can throw up this house in the hour with Durene\u2019s help if you\u2019d all stop whining and do half of her work.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed, and Durene paused on her way back to the wagon. The man, Mister Felp, stared up at her. He hesitated, and his face paled.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2014uh, the Troll? She\u2019s going to help with everything?\u201d<\/p>\n

Beycalt frowned. Durene just smiled and held out a hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cHalf-Troll, sir. [Paladin]. I\u2019m here to help defend Riverfarm in case it\u2019s attacked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Felp stared at her, and Durene had the sinking feeling he was surprised she could speak. His handshake was timid and limp and quick\u2014Durene already didn\u2019t like him or most of the other Lancrel people who were working in Beycalt\u2019s group. They were all unused to the rain and quicker to complain than the rural folk.<\/p>\n

Still, some of them worked with a will, and as Durene helped them set up the frame, she got a chance to talk. A woman nodded at her, spitting nails into her gloved hand one by one and driving each one into the wood with a practiced swing. It was a neat Skill.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t mind Felp, Miss, uh, Durene. He\u2019s just not used to the wet. I\u2019d be concerned if we were leaving this wood out, but we can raise a house in hours. Amazingly quick. Not to say it isn\u2019t hard\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething wrong with Riverfarm, Miss [Builder]?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene looked at the woman as she lifted the frame up, one-handed. The woman hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just hard moving from a city to here. We\u2019re grateful, of course. Those damn Goblins that attacked the city, and there were few places to turn\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf they could\u2019ve gotten our city back<\/em>, I\u2019d have been happier.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the men working on Durene\u2019s left groused, and then looked away when she stared at him. The female [Builder] snorted and nearly ate one of her nails.<\/p>\n

\u201cReturn to that place? It\u2019s more ruin than not. I\u2019m just saying that\u2014look, it\u2019s not simple. I, er, listened to your [Steward] at lunch. That man Prost. He was saying\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She trailed off. The other Lancrel [Builders] looked up and around warily. After a moment, the female [Builder] moved over and whispered to Durene while Beycalt was busy helping unload roof tiles.<\/p>\n

\u201cElmmet. He\u2019s a good [Councilman]. You didn\u2019t really<\/em> catch him stealing\u2026people are saying there might have been a mix-up. The [Thief] could change faces. What if he set up Master Elmmet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw him change his face. It wasn\u2019t anyone else. Frostwing found him too\u2014he was looking like a woman right until she started attacking him. It\u2019s him. Beniar caught him, and no one got a chance to slip away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene frowned as she informed the group. The Lancrel folk looked at each other, frowning hard. One of the men shook his head and tried to raise his voice, but they were all talking over each other.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf that\u2019s so, he\u2019s been stealing all along. Hey, we did have a bad [Thief] problem in Lancrel. If it was Elmmet all this time\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say that. Dead gods! How\u2019d our Watch Captain not deal with him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing\u2019s proven yet. We\u2019ll see tomorrow. It\u2019ll all be settled under truth spell, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

At this, uneasily, the Lancrel folk nodded. Durene watched the silent group as they got back to work and felt a twinge of her own uneasiness. She helped for another hour and left when the framework and everything heavy had been set up.<\/p>\n

For the rest of the day, Durene just carried things. She was faster than the wagons that were getting stuck in the muddy streets, and she could lift a lot<\/em> with just her two hands. A paved street was one of the things everyone she met agreed that Riverfarm needed next. It was just that laying paving stones was an arduous task, and there were more important things to do first, like making sure that Riverfarm wouldn\u2019t starve.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven so, we could subdivide. Set, er, forty men on the task, and I guarantee they\u2019ll make good progress each day. All we need is a few experienced [Builders], a [Digger] or two perhaps\u2014it\u2019d be an efficient use of time, wouldn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

A man wearing a fine cotton coat was taking a break with some other city folk under the eaves of a roof as Durene trotted past with a huge tub of water for the [Cooks]. Durene slowed down to listen as the man went on.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not hard. Why not spare some men? The answer is that Mister Prost and Lady Rie don\u2019t think it\u2019s necessary. But why not? They\u2019re always rushing about so why not appoint a supervisor to deal with the roads? Come to that, why not organize<\/em> the village with more officials? There\u2019s no hierarchy here, just those two.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s more than that. They have [Foremen] and people in charge of each area.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the women wiped some rain from her cloak. The man with the nice coat paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cYe-es\u2026 but I\u2019m talking people with authority. People used to managing\u2014there are a few, but they\u2019re all from the villages. What about us<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were here first, Rodivek. We\u2019re newcomers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we have the classes<\/em> they don\u2019t. What\u2019s a [Headman] know of managing a few thousand people? I was a [Mayor] of my town. And Beatica was a [Councilwoman] for over two decades! Don\u2019t you think it\u2019s slightly unfair<\/em> that so many of us have no say in how this place we\u2019re building is developed?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene watched as the crowd shifted. Some people didn\u2019t seemed convinced by Rodivek\u2019s little speech, but more than half were nodding uncertainly. She walked away quickly.<\/p>\n

Rodivek and Beatica. Those were two names she\u2019d heard more than once on the tongues of people who identified as city folk. She didn\u2019t like the man. As for the woman\u2014Durene met her that night as she took her dinner in one of the mess halls.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cFrostwing, shush!\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene was tending to the bird as people ate their dinners or collected them for eating elsewhere at the queues in the cookhouses. Her bird had been much better behaved after a few days around Durene, but Frostwing was still somewhat feral. And when she was hungry, the bird was hard to control. She kept trying to peck at other people who hurried past, guarding their food. Durene eventually had to grip the bird against her chest and, ignoring Frostwing\u2019s furious pecking, collect some meat and her dinner.<\/p>\n

\u201cScreech and you don\u2019t get any meat, understand? Just sit here and be quiet.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The half-Troll girl knew that Frostwing could understand her. After a glare, the bird meekly hopped onto Durene\u2019s arm and began to gobble food. Durene sighed and tore into the hot, toasted bun filled with bits of fruit and some goat\u2019s cheese. To her delight, there were bits of meat in her meal as well! It tasted like\u2026game. Rabbit maybe, or some other small animal. It was hot, filling, and Durene realized her portion wasn\u2019t nearly enough. With the bowl of onion soup, it might be for most folks, but Durene\u2019s stomach was still growling.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need two more portions.\u201d<\/p>\n

A bit ashamed, Durene went back to the [Cook]. The man opened his mouth to protest, looked Durene up and down, and silently gave her two more sandwiches and filled her bowl. The half-Troll girl blushed at the looks from some of the other people around her, but was too hungry to complain. She was sitting at one of the tables in the building, letting Frostwing peck at one sandwich, when she heard a woman\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI simply cannot understand why you won\u2019t accept our modest proposals, Lady Rie. Nobility is one thing, but I would like to remind you that we are speaking for all of Lancrel. A city has a voice, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene looked up. She spotted Lady Rie immediately. The woman had for once decided not to wear a completely formal dress, but her clothing was still very elegant. A [Lady]\u2019s riding dress perhaps, although white and yellow, as if that wouldn\u2019t smudge instantly. She\u2019d kept herself clean, though, and dry. She was also frowning, her colored yellow lips pursed as she faced a small group of women\u2026Durene frowned as she spotted the woman in front.<\/p>\n

Beatica was a woman in her early forties, but she certainly didn\u2019t lack when it came to beauty herself. Her hair was styled, her clothes practical, but more expensive than anything anyone in Riverfarm would own. She had no jewelry save for a large and clearly expensive ring on one finger\u2014oh, and she practically radiated confidence. Durene looked at Beatica, and when the woman smiled, Durene felt like standing up and following her.<\/p>\n

At least, a part of her did. It was instantly quashed by another part of Durene, which stared at the woman and felt an uneasy sense of familiarity. Her presence, the way the people around her hung on her every word\u2014it all reminded Durene of one person.<\/p>\n

Laken. Only, if he were a beacon of inspiration, Beatica was a torch. It was still effective, and Durene felt her attention immediately going to the woman, fixing on her argument with Rie. Moreover, most of the people in the room turned to listen as well. Beatica flashed them all a smile, then focused on Rie.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re proposing to help Riverfarm. We have come here and worked these last weeks, haven\u2019t we? Don\u2019t we deserve a chance to use our classes to their fullest extent? Give us a chance! I am a former [Councilwoman]\u2014there are [Mayors] such as Rodivek from Hewlat\u2014we can take over some of the tasks that have clearly left you and Mister Prost running ragged. Let us manage a few small groups. We are familiar with our citizens\u2014we can take care of pressing issues, like paving the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gestured outside to the muddy streets. Lady Rie did something like a smile with her face, but her voice was somewhat icy as she replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhile I understand your enthusiasm, Miss Beatica\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCouncilwoman, please, Lady Rie. I didn\u2019t give up my class when I left my city. And I consider myself in charge of my people, even though we have lost our home.\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman interrupted Rie smoothly, gesturing to the crowd behind her. But that wasn\u2019t what made Durene sit up in amazement. The half-Troll girl saw Rie\u2019s mouth open and close while she spoke, but no words had come out. Beatica had used a Skill! Lady Rie made a sound and then glared at Beatica.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would appreciate you not using your Skills on me,<\/em> Miss Beatica. And while I appreciate your\u2026zeal in taking care of your people, I remind you that you came here. This is Emperor Laken\u2019s domain. Not Lancrel\u2019s. He may appoint leaders among Lancrel\u2019s population when he returns. Until then, I believe Riverfarm is adequately handled between Prost and I and the people we have chosen.\u201d<\/p>\n

A murmur of agreement rose from some of the rural crowd in the room. Beatica pursed her lips. She clearly didn\u2019t like Rie\u2019s response, so she turned and appealed to the people from Lancrel and the towns.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say that, Lady Rie, but you\u2019ve been saying that for nearly two months now! This talent is going to waste lying unused! Don\u2019t we have [Tailors] without work, [Secretaries] whose Skills could be used setting up businesses\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have no need for business at this moment, Miss Beatica. The money Riverfarm earns goes to build Riverfarm. Private ventures can wait until everyone has a roof over their heads, don\u2019t you agree?\u201d<\/p>\n

It was Rie\u2019s turn to sweetly interrupt Beatica. The woman narrowed her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow will we earn a living then, Lady Rie? So far, we have generously donated to Riverfarm\u2019s construction, but many of us would like to earn money, would we not?\u201d<\/p>\n

That got a round of nods, mostly from the city dwellers again. Rie looked around and raised her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not<\/em> his city. I remind you that this is the sovereign territory of [Emperor] <\/em>Laken. His Majesty has allowed any number of Lancrel\u2019s folk to come to Riverfarm, provided shelter and food despite having no obligation to\u2014he even fought for Lancrel when the city\u2019s own militia abandoned it, didn\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked pointedly at Beatica. The woman colored.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe army failed to liberate Lancrel\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated, and her eyes flicked around the room. Many of the villagers had folded their arms. Beatica switched sentences so fast Durene blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014and we appreciate their sacrifice of course! But there is such a thing as democracy, surely? Don\u2019t we, as citizens of His Majesty Godart\u2019s, ah, empire\u00b8 <\/em>deserve a voice? Or is his will the only one we are permitted to follow?\u201d<\/p>\n

Uneasiness followed her words. Rie\u2019s brow twitched.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you will have a voice. But I invite you to wait for His Majesty to return, Miss Beatica. This is all quite forward of you. In fact, the fourth day in a row<\/em> you\u2019ve made this a public subject. I was discouraged to learn that you spent little time helping in your assigned task. One would almost imagine that you regarded the effort of washing clothes beneath you.\u201d<\/p>\n

All eyes swung back to Beatica. The woman hesitated and flushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all. I\u2019m simply concerned with the wellbeing of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLancrel. Indeed. I would suggest you help clothe them, then. One cannot work with sullied garments. All of Riverfarm<\/em> is working, Miss Beatica. Which reminds me, I must get back to my job. Enjoy your break.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, Rie swept past the [Councilwoman]. Durene felt oddly pleased to see Beatica\u2019s eyes flashing furiously as Rie and her bodyguard, the [Fistfighter] Geram, swept out of the mess hall.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow. There are people even Rie has trouble with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene murmured to Frostwing. She was glad Rie had won, though, and fairly convincingly so if the nods from the people around her were anything to judge. Even so, there was a murmur among Lancrel\u2019s lot as she left, and Beatica instantly turned to her crowd and addressed them, looking apologetic and slightly outraged. Durene didn\u2019t listen to what was being said\u2014she grabbed Frostwing and hurried towards the door, hoping to catch Rie.<\/p>\n

On the way, Durene passed Beatica and the crowd of well-dressed folk. Durene did nothing but stride past them, but as the first heads turned and noticed her, a woman recoiled and cried out. The shrill shriek was echoed by exclamations from the crowd. Durene paused and turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Lancrel city folk stared up at Durene, faces pale. Councilwoman Beatica smiled, but she visibly placed her hands behind her back as everyone but her stepped back.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing at all. You\u2019re Miss Durene, aren\u2019t you? I apologize\u2014my people have never met someone, ah, as notable as you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean a half-Troll.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The woman hesitated. Durene turned to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a [Paladin]. One of Riverfarm\u2019s protectors. I was at Lancrel fighting the Goblins. I\u2019m glad to see so many people made it out alive. We paid a heavy price that day. How do you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

She held out a hand. The people behind Beatica murmured and looked at her. The woman hesitated. She looked at Durene\u2019s hand and held out her own. When she shook Durene\u2019s hand, it was very, very quickly, and her touch was so light\u2014the woman withdrew her hand and gave Durene a charming smile. Durene wasn\u2019t fooled. She\u2019d felt the sweat on the palm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are all grateful, of course. And I hope to meet His Majesty, Laken Godart, and convey my personal thanks. Ah\u2014I notice you have a companion. What a radiant fellow.\u201d<\/p>\n

She indicated Frostwing. Durene looked at the bird, and Frostwing fluttered her wings. Some in the crowd admired the bird\u2019s brilliant blue plumage.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a she.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow magnificent. I\u2019ve never seen the species.\u201d<\/p>\n

Beatica reached out for Frostwing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t. She pecks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frostwing lashed out, and Beatica withdrew her hand just in time. She eyed the bird and winced as Frostwing screeched.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014see. Well, it\u2019s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Durene. Do I understand that you\u2019re, um, deeply acquainted with His Majesty?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked Durene up and down. The half-Troll girl flushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe and I are in a relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n

The murmur from the Humans behind Beatica this time went quiet as Durene looked at them. Beatica smiled thinly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow incredible. I do hope you\u2019ll introduce me to His Majesty. Until then?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded. Without a word, she turned, and Beatica stepped back. Durene felt the woman\u2019s eyes on her all the way to the door and out of it. And she began understanding just how worried Prost and Rie were.<\/p>\n

Beatica reminded Durene of a weasel, and Lancrel\u2019s folk were like anxious chickens who\u2019d convinced themselves she was one of them. Frightened chickens, gathering together en masse. Only, if you\u2019d ever seen chickens pecking one of their own to death, you understood why that was a problem.<\/p>\n

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That night, Durene met Wiskeria at the cottage. She hadn\u2019t seen the [Witch] all day, but Wiskeria\u2019s exhausted face told her the [Witch] had been working hard in her own way. Durene made them tea as Frostwing huffily settled herself in her nest. Outside, Bismarck groaned at the door until Durene threw out some freshly grown produce to shut him up.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow was your day?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria sipped from her drink and shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t great. Wasn\u2019t bad either. I mainly\u2014talked. With families. And survivors. There are a lot of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No army.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] put down her cup with a grimace. She looked at Durene.<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw you for a bit. You pushed over a tree.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a small one. And it\u2019s faster than cutting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Embarrassed, Durene felt at her hair. Wiskeria shook her head. She stared into her mug and then spoke pensively.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what most of the [Soldiers] called me? The ones who fought? \u2018General\u2019 Wiskeria. As if I deserve the name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have the class.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t deserve it. You remember what that woman, Rehanna, said to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was just angry. She wasn\u2019t right\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria shook her head. She adjusted the hat and looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m no [General]. That\u2019s just something Laken gave me. It\u2019s not my true nature. I was playing at being a [General]. When push came to shove\u2014I collapsed. I should never have accepted his offer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you gained the class. You led an army. You led me<\/em>, Wiskeria. Or didn\u2019t fighting all those Goblins mean anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not the same as a real battle. I could do some things, but when I found a real enemy to fight\u2014strategy, tactics, leadership\u2014I could make a lot of people move in one direction, feed them, set a few traps with helpers. But in that battle, I was swallowed<\/em>, Durene. I couldn\u2019t lead, and that\u2019s part of the reason we lost.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silently, Durene put down her cup. She took a slow breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a [Paladin], Wiskeria. Laken gave me that class.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cAnd I\u2019m a [General]. Do I look like one to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She touched her hat. Durene inhaled to protest, and then she studied her hands. Her grey skin. She gazed around at her cottage, hand-built, out her window at the garden that Bismarck had torn up searching for food, and then at Wiskeria. The young woman stared back.<\/p>\n

A witch and a farmer girl. They held each other\u2019s gazes a moment and then burst out laughing. They laughed as if it were the funniest joke in the world. The saddest. In the end, Durene caught herself before a laugh could turn into a sob. They sat together then as the light faded and a candle Durene lit flickered low on the table. It was dark. Frostwing tucked her head under one wing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to be a [Paladin], Wiskeria.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. And I think you can do it, Durene, I really do. But I don\u2019t want to be a [General]. I can\u2019t do that again. I can\u2019t be responsible for all those lives.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded. Wiskeria was looking down at the table. At last, the [Witch] raised her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is a [Paladin], by the way? I never asked. It\u2019s like a [Knight], but\u2026is it some rare class variant like Beniar\u2019s [Cataphract]?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene shook her head. She played with her empty cup as she recalled asking Laken just that.<\/p>\n

\u201cLaken says they used to be just trusted military leaders in service to some [Emperor]. But apparently the word changed. It began to mean\u2026well, a [Knight], but one dedicated to heroism and chivalry. Someone who does good deeds.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t that what knights are supposed to do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene smiled. She quoted Laken.<\/p>\n

\u201cA [Knight] is a retainer. A warrior pledged to a cause. A [Paladin] is someone who crusades. Who goes out and\u2026helps people. Apparently, it\u2019s perfect for me. I just want to help people. But I haven\u2019t leveled for a while. I think I\u2019m missing something.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria nodded. She stared at Durene and then took her hat off and looked at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m a [Witch]. Do you\u2026know much about my kind?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I hear stories, um\u2026but Riverfarm never had a [Witch]. Other villages do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene bit her tongue before she went on. From the stories she\u2019d been told before meeting Wiskeria, [Witches] weren\u2019t to be trusted. They could make potions and do some magic. But they were shifty, dangerous even. Wiskeria smiled bitterly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you\u2019ve heard stories. And like I said this morning, [Witches] are complex. We do magic, but we have a wide variety of abilities. Alchemy, magic\u2014even beast taming and gardening and more. But we\u2019re not specialists, like, say, a [Beast Master].\u201d<\/p>\n

The half-Troll girl nodded, then she had a thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Wiskeria. Can you make potions? I heard a [Witch] can make potions like an [Alchemist]. Mister Prost was saying that if we could get a good [Alchemist] here, we\u2019d be able to heal all sorts of things without needing to buy potions. What if you made them? I\u2019m sure everyone\u2019d appreciate that!\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at the [Witch] hopefully. Durene had always wanted to know how potions were made! That was real magic, as powerful as any spell. But Wiskeria shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, that\u2019s a myth. Or an exaggeration of the truth, really. I made poison when Laken asked me to. Enough of it to poison the Goblin army. Healing\u2026I can\u2019t do potions. [Alchemists] do complicated reactions in bottles, and I don\u2019t have the equipment or the knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Durene felt a bit let down by that confession. She had an image of a [Witch] hunched over a cauldron full of magic. Wiskeria hesitated. She touched her hat and thought for a second, then looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t do potions. I can do a brew, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Day 55 \u2013 Ryoka<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Running was fun. Running was good for the body. Running relaxed Ryoka. It could also be boring, though. That was why, surprisingly, it was fun to have Charlay running with her as Ryoka headed south down the increasingly less-populated main roads towards Riverfarm.<\/p>\n

She had a delivery. And she had a lot of money waiting for her when she got there. And a possible crisis. But unlike her run to Walta, Ryoka wasn\u2019t pushing it. Nor could she, really; the wind had been unhappy yesterday, and it was upset today. Not that it mattered; Ryoka had run for eight hours yesterday and for nearly eight more today with a few breaks and she was still far from her destination.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t one day\u2019s journey, or even two. Ryoka thought they\u2019d reach Riverfarm in another day at their pace. It was good enough for her; Laken had said he needed her there soon, but he wasn\u2019t paying for a lightning-fast delivery. Charlay couldn\u2019t resist complaining, though.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m tired. <\/em>When do we get another break?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen we find an inn or another village. Why? I thought you were the fastest runner in Walta.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka teased the Centauress as they ran side-by-side down a deserted road. Riverfarm was far from a populated hub, so sometimes they could find themselves running with few to no travellers for hours at a time. Charlay glared at Ryoka as she folded her arms, trotting to keep up. She had sweat on her brow, and she looked displeased.<\/p>\n

\u201cI said fastest!<\/em> I don\u2019t normally trot<\/em> everywhere, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay was tired after eight hours. To be fair, Ryoka was too, but she\u2019d only used one stamina potion on top of her breaks. Charlay had used two and might need a third, which was slightly dangerous. But she was genuinely tired, not just complaining.<\/p>\n

She had the endurance of a horse, which meant that she could run much faster than Ryoka on flat terrain, but she tired faster too. And since she had to chain herself to Ryoka\u2019s pace, it was ironically Charlay who struggled more.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I was doing my<\/em> deliveries, I wouldn\u2019t have to run at your slow pace. All my Skills are devoted to galloping fast or doing tricks, not long-distance! I wish I had [Lesser Endurance]. Or [Greater Endurance]. Or [Second Wind] or something. Hey, what Skills do you want to get? You never told me what level you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay\u2019s complaints instantly switched back to chatter. Ryoka sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, trade secret.\u201d<\/p>\n

She ducked as Charlay tried to shove her with one arm. The Centauress galloped further to the side, away from Ryoka, affronted.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? I thought we could share Skills! Well, fine.<\/em> I won\u2019t tell you my class or my Skills either, then!\u201d<\/p>\n

She tossed her head, as she always did, but Ryoka saw she was genuinely hurt this time. Charlay was\u2026Ryoka could best describe her as dramatic, like a caricature of a girl who took everything personally and never said what she was really feeling. But apparently it was typical of Centaurs, who were all about appearance.<\/p>\n

Ryoka had figured that out, and Charlay was actually fairly sensitive underneath her bluster. The young woman sighed as she tried to figure out a possible excuse\u2014or make up a bunch of Skills\u2014when she spotted something on the road ahead of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold up. Charlay, you see that?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Centauress was pouting, but she looked up at the tone in Ryoka\u2019s voice. She slowed from her trot, and Ryoka went from a fast jog to a walk. She stared at the building up ahead of her. Or rather, what was left of it.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead g\u2014shit.\u201d<\/p>\n

A blackened ruin of a building lay just off the side of the road. A farmstead, destroyed and abandoned. The two Runners looked at each other and ran closer, but hesitantly. Ryoka felt at her bag of holding, and Charlay pawed the ground with one hoof, uneasy.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Raiders], do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe. Do we check for people?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka eyed the buildings. They looked long abandoned, and she was reluctant to investigate. You never knew what might be lurking in places like that. Said [Raiders] or monsters. Charlay shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it was still smoking, maybe. But look\u2014the field was burnt over there, see? It\u2019s already started to regrow in places. This is abandoned.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka noticed the field beyond the farmstead and nodded. Someone had set flame to the field beyond, but the blackened soil was already showing bits of green.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go, then. Keep an eye out?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay nodded silently, her tiff with Ryoka forgotten. The two Runners moved on, now cautiously scanning the landscape. But they soon found that whatever had afflicted this one farm wasn\u2019t a singular occurrence.<\/p>\n

\u201cOats. What happened to this place?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay stared at the eighth ruin they passed by. Ryoka just shook her head. This road they were taking south wasn\u2019t the only one, but it painted a horrible picture. Every single place they\u2019d come to was like this. Lonely houses, even a village, all lying in ruin. Something had swept down this way, leaving only destruction in its wake.<\/p>\n

Burned farmlands. Houses pillaged by fire. Ryoka didn\u2019t know if it was [Bandits] or\u2026she eyed a ruined mill and wondered how many [Bandits] could do this much damage. Surely villages and towns had militias. Or what about local cities? Adventurers would hunt [Bandits] just like monsters. What had caused this?<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Laken\u2019s home? What the hell happened here?\u201d<\/p>\n

She muttered to herself as she ran. Charlay turned her head to stare down at Ryoka.<\/p>\n

\u201cLaken. That\u2019s your client, right? The [Emperor]? Is he really an [Emperor]?<\/em> And how does he know you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The young woman paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s, uh, a long story. I was hired by him in Invrisil.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd is he really an [Emperor]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Maybe? How do you know about him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay snorted and stamped a hoof. She ran ahead of Ryoka so she could twist at the waist and glare down at the young woman.<\/p>\n

\u201cInformants, of course! I can buy information just like everyone else. And everyone\u2019s heard the rumors. An [Emperor] was with Tyrion Veltras\u2014he\u2019s claimed the lands around Riverfarm\u2014but it\u2019s in the middle of nowhere! An [Emperor] should have a huge amount of land! And a, you know, empire?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, he\u2019s got one village. And he hired me because I met him once.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? To deliver a bunch of low-grade potions to a [Lady]?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay eyed Ryoka, arms folded. The Runner girl shrugged.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe I am. But you\u2019re coming with me, so you can see what I\u2019m doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not going to tell me why you know this [Emperor] or he wants you? We\u2019re friends<\/em>, Ryoka.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd friends don\u2019t pry into each other\u2019s secrets, Charlay. You\u2019ll find out soon enough. Don\u2019t kick dirt at me or I\u2019ll hit you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou deserve it! I\u2019m going with you out of the goodness of my heart, and you won\u2019t even tell me why\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Bickering, the two were climbing a slight rise when Ryoka saw movement below them. She took one look down at the shapes below them and held out a hand. Charlay nearly ran her over and reared.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t do that! I could have hurt\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She shut up as Ryoka whirled.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet back!\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay wheeled, and Ryoka sprinted back down the hill. The Centauress crouched, although she was still far bigger, and Ryoka turned her head, her heart suddenly racing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? What\u2019d you see?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me check again. Stay there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka flattened herself to the earth and crawled back up the slope. Charlay ran a bit down the rise, and Ryoka peeked over the edge. She came crawling back and then ran at a crouch to Charlay.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh shit. [Bandits].\u201d<\/p>\n

The Centauress froze.<\/p>\n

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

Ryoka nodded. Down the hill was a straightaway and what looked like marshland up ahead. They\u2019d have to cross through the edge of it, but what had caught Ryoka\u2019s eye was a bunch of distant riders. Normally, Ryoka would have assumed it was a caravan, an adventuring group\u2014but she\u2019d seen the corpse on the ground before Charlay.<\/p>\n

\u201cI only saw a few people on horseback. You\u2019re sure <\/em>it was [Bandits]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEither that person on the ground is napping or they just killed a traveller.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka snapped back, checking her belt. She\u2019d counted sixteen, and half of them mounted. Some local group? A wandering band using the marshes as a base? Charlay pranced nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of them might have been injured\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was napping in blood,<\/em> Charlay.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The two City Runners looked at each other. Ryoka\u2019s hands were shaking a bit. She\u2019d run into [Bandits] on runs before, but this was the first time she\u2019d seen them before they saw her. And this was a larger group than most.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe can try going off the road and sneaking around them. Or going back and taking another route.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe. They won\u2019t stay there for long, though. They\u2019ll hide, and then we won\u2019t know where<\/em> they are.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay peered uneasily at the group up ahead. Ryoka nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do we do? Try and break through? They\u2019re on horses. If I could use the wind, I could try blinding them. Or using caltrops, but it\u2019s risky\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Centauress was shocked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat<\/em>? I was saying let\u2019s go way around them! Miles away! Are you crazy? I\u2019m not tangling with a [Bandit] group if I can help it.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Ryoka blushed. She looked at Charlay.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you do have some Skills, right? If they attack us, can\u2019t you whip out a bow and fight them off?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t use a bow! Do you think all Centaurs use a bow? That\u2019s racist!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me.<\/em> How do you fight back, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026have my hooves? And two wands. And this!\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay pulled out a dagger and waved it uncertainly at Ryoka. The young woman stared at it. Charlay turned red.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt works! I outrun people, mostly. And I can knock someone off a horse with my wands. That\u2019s usually all I need. And I can make a dust cloud.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight. Dustrider Charlay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka sighed. She supposed that was all Charlay needed. She stared at the rise and shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m no good without the wind. And I agree; I\u2019m not fighting [Bandits]. We\u2019ll have to go back, find a really long way around. Damn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBetter than having them chase us. Let\u2019s go before they finish and come this way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay pointed back down the road. Ryoka nodded. She felt\u2026guilty leaving the [Bandits] there. And the person on the ground\u2014were they alive? Ryoka bit her lip. She couldn\u2019t dwell on it. She was no hero. And neither was she a killer. Sixteen [Bandits]?<\/p>\n

She and Charlay might be able to break through if Ryoka was certain the wind would come to her. If she conjured a dust storm, she\u2019d be pretty confident they could get away. But that still was only for getting away. City Runners didn\u2019t take unnecessary risks, and running ten miles around that group was preferable to risking any kind of fighting.<\/p>\n

Slowly, Ryoka began to jog down the road after Charlay. The Centaur was trying to trot as quietly as she could, which was not that quiet at all. She beckoned to Ryoka and then froze, pointed. Ryoka inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n

Someone was coming down the road. The figure was far distant and moving at a brisk walk, but they were definitely headed this way. Ryoka and Charlay exchanged a glance.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Just a traveller. Let\u2019s warn them. Come on!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka was instantly worried. Not for them, but for the traveller. She and Charlay were going to run<\/em> to get out of the [Bandit]\u2019s line of sight, but whomever this was might not be able to get away. And if the [Bandits] came over the rise and saw them\u2014<\/p>\n

Ryoka and Charlay raced towards the distant figure a few hundred feet away. As they neared, Charlay called out.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! Hey, you! Stop! There\u2019s [Bandits] up\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She halted in her tracks, staring. Ryoka, catching up, halted as well and stared in astonishment. Alevica tipped up her purple hat and regarded Ryoka and Charlay with a blink of surprise. Her bright pink eyes flicked from Ryoka\u2019s face to Charlay\u2019s.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou two again. What a surprise.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled, a flick of sardonic amusement. The young woman, still older than both Ryoka and Charlay, looked at the two and then past them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your rush?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay backed away from Alevica, frightened. Ryoka glanced over her shoulder and spoke tersely.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Bandits]. They\u2019re on the road ahead, just before the marsh.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alevica\u2019s brows rose, but that was it.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? You\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think they killed someone. We\u2019re heading back. You should too. There are sixteen of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally now.\u201d<\/p>\n

The other City Runner put her hands on her hips and smiled slightly, looking at Ryoka. She shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re running from the [Bandits]? I thought the Wind Runner was tougher than that. I\u2019d expect this from Charlay, but you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The amusement hit a button marked \u2018Anger\u2019 in Ryoka\u2019s chest. She gritted her teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just being practical. There\u2019s at least eight on horseback, and some could be [Mages]. I have no idea what level they are.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alevica looked around the deserted landscape.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf this is where they\u2019re hiding, I\u2019d say it\u2019s low. <\/em>You can hide, but I\u2019m heading this way. I\u2019ve done my delivery, and I<\/em> don\u2019t feel like wasting time.\u201d<\/p>\n

So saying, she reached into the pouch at her side and began rummaging around in it. A bag of holding. Ryoka stared at that and then Alevica.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, you\u2019re going to fight?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure am, Miss Wind Runner. You\u2019re free to join me. Charlay, you can hide over there. There might be a bush large enough to hide you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alevica pulled out something from the bag and shook it out. Ryoka stared as Alevica fastened it around her head. And then, with a start, Ryoka recognized what they were.<\/p>\n

Goggles.<\/em> Crude, compared to the modern, streamlined kind. Glass lenses set into leather. But goggles nonetheless. Alevica secured them and then reached into her bag of holding a second time.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow about it, Ryoka? I\u2019m sure you like [Bandits] as much as I do. Besides, it\u2019s the job of [Witches] to clean up messes when we come across them. I don\u2019t\u2026except when it\u2019s easy like [Bandits]. How about you, good little Miss Runner? Want to show me how good Reizmelt\u2019s top runner is?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Ryoka looked at Charlay. The Centauress was shaking her head, her eyes wide. Ryoka looked at Alevica. The young woman paused. Then she pulled out a broom<\/em> from her pouch. Ryoka\u2019s eyes went wide.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell?\u201d<\/p>\n

Alevica tossed the broom on the ground. It was a broom, but it wasn\u2019t at the same time. Ryoka was familiar with brooms, sweeping brooms, plastic-handled, with wide, flat bottoms from her world. This one wasn\u2019t. The handle was wooden, long, and the end was thrush, tied together in a way that didn\u2019t look at all appropriate for sweeping. But it did look like\u2014<\/p>\n

Ryoka looked up and met Alevica\u2019s eyes. In her mind, something exploded. It couldn\u2019t be\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWell? Last chance.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alevica grinned as she put one foot on the handle of her broom as it lay in the dust. Ryoka hesitated. She glanced at Charlay and took a bit too long in replying. Alevica sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cToo bad. I really expected more from you. I\u2019ll do it myself, then. Up!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

So saying, the [Witch] placed her other foot on the broom\u2019s handle. And it rose from the ground. Ryoka stumbled back, staring. Alevica, standing on the broom as if it were a skateboard, as if it were solid<\/em>, winked down at Ryoka. She put one hand on her hat. And she flew<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The broom shot forwards like an arrow, carrying Alevica with it over the rise in the hill. As she flew, Alevica laughed, a wild, free sound. She shot over the hill, faster than Ryoka could sprint. Ryoka\u2019s jaw stayed open. Charlay danced over to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cRyoka! We have to go! The [Bandits] are going to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She halted as Ryoka whirled to her and pointed. The Human girl shouted, forgetting about the [Bandit].<\/p>\n

\u201cShe can fly<\/em>!?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s a [Witch]! What did you think she could do, lay eggs?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka stared at the air where Alevica had been. Yes! She knew Alevica was\u2014but they could actually\u2014Charlay was tugging at Ryoka.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to go.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe just went right towards the [Bandits]!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka protested. Charlay shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter! She\u2019s fast<\/em> on that broom! She could outrun them! But what if she sets them on us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t do that. Would she?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two stared at each other. Charlay\u2019s eyes were wide and frightened. Ryoka felt a lurch in her stomach.<\/p>\n

That was when the screaming started. The two Runners jerked<\/em> as a shrill scream split the air. Charlay bolted\u2014Ryoka whirled, grabbing a handful of caltrops from her bag of holding. She called for the wind, but it only blew into her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cRyoka!\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay beckoned. But Ryoka, listening, heard a second scream split the air. It was a man\u2019s voice. The first had been a woman\u2019s. Neither sounded like Alevica. She looked back at Charlay.<\/p>\n

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

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

The Centauress\u2019 eyes widened as Ryoka ran for the rise, caltrops in hand. She hesitated and then ran after Ryoka, pulling out a wand from her bag of holding. Ryoka was first to the top of the incline. She stared down as Charlay appeared next to her. The Centauress stared down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Her breath caught in her chest. Below them, on the road where the marshy forest began, the two saw the group of [Bandits]. They were scattering, running, horses galloping left and right. Some were shouting, waving swords or trying to take aim. But the rest were running. Dying.<\/p>\n

A [Witch] on a broomstick was swooping down on the [Bandits], holding something. Ryoka saw a flicker, and one of the [Bandits] fell, screaming. Alevica\u2019s broom swerved as a [Mage] aimed and shot a bolt of lightning at her. The lightning crackled through the air where she\u2019d been, and the [Witch] threw something. Ryoka saw the vial break and a plume of smoke and a small explosion\u2014the [Mage] disappeared in it, but she heard his voice, shrieking.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods. She\u2019s fighting all<\/em> of them?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay breathed. Ryoka stared down the hill. The [Bandits] were fleeing this way, trying to regroup. Alevica dodged down, avoiding an arrow, and, laughing, shot something back at a woman, who dove to avoid it. The [Witch] was still standing on her broom, circling, diving, turning at a pace the [Bandits] couldn\u2019t follow. Like a bird in the sky. A hunter.<\/p>\n

But it was one against over a dozen. Or\u2014was it? Ryoka looked down the hill at the [Bandits]. Something was wrong. They were turning, fighting something besides just Alevica. The ones with bows and magic were futilely shooting at her, but the rest\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cLook! Dead gods, Ryoka, look! Undead!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay saw them before Ryoka could make out the distant shapes. Ryoka saw a pair of skeletons slashing at the [Bandits] from the side, advancing with iron swords. And more were appearing, thrusting their way out of the earth.<\/p>\n

A trio of skeletons were dragging one man down into the ground they\u2019d emerged from, pulling him into the earth, tearing at his face with their fingers. The man was screaming, trying to fight them off as they tried to pull him into the ground<\/em>. His friends fought the undead, but Alevica refused to let them save him. She dove lower and pointed something at a man trying to pull his friend up.<\/p>\n

Thunk.<\/em><\/p>\n

Ryoka and Charlay both recoiled at the distinctive sound and noise. The man stumbled back, and a feathered shaft of wood appeared in his chest, going straight through his leather armor. Alevica had fired it from point-blank\u2014her broom accelerated, carrying her past the other [Bandits], who chased her before she took to the air again. Ryoka stared at what the [Witch] was holding.<\/p>\n

A crossbow. And her other hand was reaching for her bag of holding. Alevica flew up, high, high<\/em> overhead, angling her broom up. Her feet slid down the handle until she stopped, forty feet overhead. There she calmly reloaded the crossbow.<\/p>\n

\u201cKill her!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The roar from below came from a woman on horseback. She had a spear, but Alevica was far out of range. Two [Bandits] fired, and one pointed a wand. Alevica glanced down, and her broom casually carried her forwards. The arrows and ray of light missed. Alevica turned, sat side-saddle down on her broom, and pulled another thing out of her bag of holding. Ryoka saw a glint of glass. She saw the small smile.<\/p>\n

The broom dove<\/em>. Alevica shot down as the [Bandits] scattered. The woman with the spear, the [Bandit Leader], refused to move, though. She aimed and, as Alevica dove, threw<\/em> her spear with a roar.<\/p>\n

It was a good cast. Alevica blinked as the spear flew at her. Ryoka saw it happen in a moment. The [Witch] turned, flying around the spear, but the spear turned to catch her. Alevica\u2019s eyes widened\u2014<\/p>\n

Then the broom twisted.<\/em> Alevica, sitting upright, rotated underneath the spear and flashed back up as it passed her. The spear tried to twist again, but it had lost momentum. It struck the ground. And Alevica flew at the [Bandit Leader]. She fired, and the horse the woman was riding screamed. The woman grabbed at her reins. Alevica flashed past her. Alevica\u2019s other hand lashed out, and she threw something in the woman\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

A vial. It broke, and Ryoka saw a flash of fire. The [Bandit Leader] screamed, clutching at her face as the fire erupted along her face, her arms and shoulders. She writhed on the ground, rolling, but the flames wouldn\u2019t go out. Alevica laughed, mockingly, and the rest of the [Bandits] fled. One threw down her weapons. Alevica flew towards her, and Ryoka saw her lash out. The shortsword slashed through part of the [Bandit]\u2019s neck, and she collapsed.<\/p>\n

The rest, seeing the fate of the one who\u2019d thrown down their weapons, turned. They fought and died.<\/p>\n

The last man disappeared as the skeletons surrounded him, hacking with bloody weapons. They looked up as Alevica flew past them and stopped, their bones and blades red. She made a sign, and they collapsed, turning to\u2026dust.<\/p>\n

It was silent after that. The [Witch] landed and investigated the bodies. She went from each one, checking them, rolling them over. Taking something from each. She spent only a few minutes there, and then the broom flew over to her. With one foot, she stepped up and turned the broom. She aimed towards the marsh ahead of her, the road, and began to fly forwards. At the last moment, she stopped and looked back up towards the slight hill and the two figures who\u2019d watched her the entire time.<\/p>\n

She was too far away, then, for Ryoka to see. But she knew Alevica was grinning.<\/p>\n

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Silence. After Alevica had gone, it took Ryoka and Charlay a long time to go down the hill. It wasn\u2019t for fear of Alevica returning. It was just frightening in another way.<\/p>\n

The [Bandits]\u2014and they were [Bandits]\u2014had died hard. Several had fallen to Alevica\u2019s crossbow bolts, two to the vials she\u2019d thrown. The [Mage], whose corpse was still emitting smoke, made Ryoka and Charlay keep a wide distance. The [Bandit Leader] had stopped burning, but her upper body was charred.<\/p>\n

Ryoka stared around at the dead sixteen. Some had died to skeletons. The last few Alevica had chopped down herself with the shortsword. She stared at the woman who\u2019d thrown down her sword and noticed something else.<\/p>\n

\u201cMoney pouches.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Charlay was breathing hard, her face white. She looked over as Ryoka pointed down.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe took their money pouches. Potions too, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cO-oh. Well, that\u2019s normal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ryoka glanced up. Charlay nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you kill [Bandits], you might as well sell their stuff, right? Adventurers do it. So why not\u2026I don\u2019t know any City Runners who kill [Bandits], but I heard\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She broke off. Stared around at the bodies. Ryoka peered at the Centauress.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew Alevica could fly?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone knows. She can\u2019t do it forever. That\u2019s why she takes the carriage. But everyone knows<\/em> she\u2019s a [Witch]. She can do witchy things. No one messes with her, even though she\u2019s got a bad reputation. But I\u2019ve never seen\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlay stared at the burnt corpse and shuddered. Ryoka stared down the road at where Alevica had gone. Part of her wanted to be impressed. Alevica had taken out a [Bandit] group. Low-level perhaps, but one had known a lightning spell, and she\u2019d beaten sixteen of them by herself! But Ryoka couldn\u2019t be impressed. Alevica had cut the rest down mercilessly, even when they\u2019d tried to surrender, to run. It was\u2014cruel.<\/p>\n

But she had flown.<\/em> The wind stirred. Ryoka touched her chest and felt her heart racing. She had flown<\/em>. She looked at Charlay and, after a beat, pointed.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on. We\u2019ve got to report this.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Centauress started and nodded uncertainly. Someone had to know this [Bandit] group was dead. They\u2019d report it at the next Runner\u2019s Guild they came to. Ryoka doubted Alevica would even mention it.<\/p>\n

It was very quiet as the two ran on. Very, very quiet. They never caught up to Alevica, and that night, both stopped at the town they\u2019d come to. They made a short report at the Runner\u2019s Guild. And it turned out Alevica had<\/em> reported the encounter. She\u2019d asked about a bounty on the [Bandits]. There had been none.<\/p>\n

Ryoka left the guild as the [Receptionist] confirmed her report. She and Charlay ate quietly and went to bed in the only inn without saying much. And Ryoka thought of her.<\/p>\n

The Witch Runner, Alevica.<\/p>\n

She wondered what Ivolethe would have made of her. Alevica\u2019s laughter haunted Ryoka\u2019s mind. But it wasn\u2019t a cackle. In a way, Alevica was everything Ryoka had wanted to be. That thought kept Ryoka up late into the night.<\/p>\n

The next day, she arrived in Riverfarm with Charlay.<\/p>\n

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Day 56 \u2013 Durene<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Durene and Wiskeria ate breakfast together in her cottage. After tossing the crusts out and watching Bismarck trying to catch them, they grabbed a basket each and headed into the forest. It was just the day for it.<\/p>\n

The morning was amazingly, refreshingly dry<\/em>. The sky was clear with not a cloud to be seen. And the sun\u2019s warmth was welcome after so much drizzling. In fact, it had warmed the forest floor enough that neither Wiskeria nor Durene needed boots. The two walked, talking lightly, chatting, as Wiskeria led them into the forest on a hunt.<\/p>\n

Frostwing flew from branch to branch, sometimes shrieking and diving after something in the forest. The rest of the time, she was restless, but she did stay in the general area around Durene and Wiskeria. Bismarck just ambled along next to the two, snuffling around for anything edible.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think she\u2019s smarter than he is by a bit. Frostwing misses Laken, I can tell. And she\u2019s smart enough to know where I keep food, and she can follow orders. Even if she never wants to. Bismarck is simpler. He\u2019s just a stomach with legs.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bismarck currently had a basket strapped to his back with a bit of twine, and he didn\u2019t seem at all bothered by it. When he heard his name, he looked up hopefully, as if expecting food.<\/p>\n

\u201cGaurgih.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria smiled. She walked ahead of Durene, scouting the forest path they were using.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure you said I could find everything I said I needed? Especially the Sage\u2019s Grass?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think so. The forest\u2019s got a lot of good stuff growing in it. And I\u2019ve seen, er\u2014what did you call it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSage\u2019s Grass. It\u2019s slightly magical, and it\u2019s a great ingredient that\u2019s easy to grow. It\u2019s slightly red and green, and it grows so long\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria indicated, and Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019ve seen that! It grows in clumps in the forest. Meadows usually. It\u2019s worth something, isn\u2019t it? One of our [Farmers] tried to grow it to sell at one of the other towns. He had a great big field of it. Only, that didn\u2019t go so well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, I\u2019d have warned him if I heard about that. It\u2019s not good to try and grow if you\u2019re not prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria smiled and tugged on her hat. Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it was going well at the start. He bought a lot of expensive seed and got it to sprout, but he was having to pour lots of soil on it, fertilizer and such. And water. When it did begin to grow\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I know what happened. A monster?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene shook her head, then hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, sort of. It was a pack of huge rats. Each one as big as a dog. They just appeared and ate everything <\/em>in the field. And everywhere else as well! We had to burn the field and send for as many dogs as we could to hunt them down. But I still found two trying to eat<\/em> my piglets the week after.\u201d<\/p>\n

She shuddered at the memory. Wiskeria shook her head, but she didn\u2019t look surprised.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a risky business. I\u2019m surprised that [Farmer] got the grass to grow at all. He must have had a Skill or gotten lucky; Sage\u2019s Grass feeds on mana. It produces it too, but there\u2019s the problem. Magic attracts monsters. And farms, let alone ones with Sage\u2019s Grass, are a magnet for anything hungry. [Alchemists] love the stuff, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes anyone grow it? I can\u2019t think of anyone around here who would. Not after the rats.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene was curious as a [Farmer]. Wiskeria pondered the question, her head on a swivel for said grass or anything else on her list.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think a lot of Sage Grass comes from some farms up north around\u2026Reizmelt? There\u2019s a swampland there. Oh, and some from Celum in the south. Apparently, some [Farmer] specializes in growing it. It makes him rich. A double handful is enough for us, though. It\u2019s not the most magical thing, but I can make do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re sure this\u2019ll work? With mushrooms and some magical grass and stuff?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. And there are no mushrooms necessary, Durene. Although if you find some edible ones, we can toss them in there. For variety and taste.\u201d<\/p>\n

The half-Troll girl frowned. But Bismarck was the one who interrupted the two. Wiskeria stepped aside as the bear lumbered forwards, suddenly snuffling.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

The Mossbear instantly headed off the path towards several large trees. He wove around them, and Wiskeria and Durene, following, saw him rooting at something. It was a large stand of\u2014Durene and Wiskeria identified it at the same time.<\/p>\n

\u201cBarley grass.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Mossbear was happily tearing up the grass and consuming it. Wiskeria bent and took out the sickle she carried. Bismarck gaughed<\/em> as she swept some up. Durene pushed his head back as he tried to nibble at Wiskeria\u2019s bundle.<\/p>\n

\u201cBack off, Bismarck. We need that, right, Wiskeria?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a component. I\u2019ll need to extract the juices, but yes. If we can find more and prevent Bismarck from eating it\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria tossed it into the basket on his back. The Mossbear immediately tried to get it, but Durene grabbed his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Bismarck. Help us find more of what Wiskeria wants and you get a potato. Understand? Potato.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She bribed the bear with one, and he bit the ripe potato and licked her hand. Durene wiped it on his fur with a sigh. It had been a good idea to bring the Mossbear; his senses were better than hers or Wiskeria\u2019s. It was just hard to control him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat else do we need?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSage\u2019s Grass. Barley grass\u2026Tindleflowers, maybe dandelions or Americ if they\u2019re budding\u2026we\u2019re going to be here for a few hours. Don\u2019t worry, though. It\u2019s not an exact recipe. The basis is really Sage\u2019s Grass plus some extras. And I have dried herbs.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria patted her pouches. Durene nodded, and they coaxed Bismarck back to the path and let him snuffle onwards. Frostwing screeched <\/em>overhead; she\u2019d caught a baby bunny. Durene sighed.<\/p>\n

They were making a brew. As Wiskeria had told Durene last night, potions were out of her expertise., but [Witches] had a unique set of talents of their own.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s between cooking and alchemy. Closer to alchemy, really, but I\u2019ve met a few [Witches] who could make magical dishes. But mostly, it is<\/em> just stuff in cauldrons. It\u2019s easier with water and heat. That\u2019s where that image of [Witches] comes from, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria led Durene through the forest. The half-Troll girl grunted as she peeled off some bark from a tree. You could actually eat the bark\u2014and Bismarck was trying to\u2014but Wiskeria didn\u2019t want much. She was investigating patches of plants, picking them up, comparing what she had in her pouches and basket, and tossing some, keeping others. The [Witch] was so business-like that Durene didn\u2019t feel like they were doing magic, just preparing a forest soup. Which was close, apparently.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Alchemists] buy all kinds of expensive and highly magical ingredients to make their potions so powerful. [Witches] don\u2019t often have that kind of money, so we make natural recipes. This is just a healthy, restorative brew. It doesn\u2019t need to follow an exact recipe like a Stoneskin Potion or something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd where do wild strawberries figure into it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene peeked at a few red fruits in the basket Wiskeria held. The [Witch] smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re tasty? Seriously, though, strawberries feature in some recipes I know. Not this one; there aren\u2019t enough, and they\u2019d ruin the taste. Don\u2019t worry, Durene. I know what I\u2019m doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not worried. It just doesn\u2019t feel like magic.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Farmer] girl complained as she yanked the basket off Bismarck\u2019s back. It was full after three hours of scavenging, and he was trying to take it off and couldn\u2019t be bribed. She walked back to the cottage with Wiskeria. The [Witch] needed her biggest cauldron.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill mine do? It generally just holds spare vegetables.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene anxiously washed it out and plopped the heavy iron pot down outside. Wiskeria frowned as she ground up some of what she\u2019d brought, including the bark.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt should. Okay, we need to fill this cauldron with about half water\u2014and we need some milk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFresh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPreferably. Oh, and some broth. I know there\u2019s some in Riverfarm. Can you get it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene looked dubious.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of broth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2014vegetable? Yellat or turnip would do, but I think even a mix will be fine. It\u2019ll have to be enough to fill the rest of the cauldron so high. No meat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene stared at Wiskeria. The [Witch] stared back, hands busy grinding. She looked over\u2014Bismarck went for her bowl, and she slapped him across the face. The Mossbear groaned and retreated.<\/p>\n

\u201cHurry up, will you? I can\u2019t keep Bismarck busy for long. Hey! Fetch this potato! Oh, we\u2019ll need more potatoes, Durene. And carrots. Actually, I have a list here\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The half-Troll girl hesitated, but she was too far in it to back out now. She took the list, did a double-take, and frowned at Wiskeria. But then Durene tromped down into the village. It was abuzz with activity. More than one person had abandoned their job; Durene found out why as she caught hold of Miss Yesel and Chimmy helping pass out food. Miss Yesel blinked at the list, but she had Chimmy help source the ingredients willingly enough.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on, Miss Yesel?\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman frowned as Chimmy helped fill a handcart for Durene to go back with.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe trial\u2019s what\u2019s going on, Durene. My Prost\u2019s going to show everyone that so-called Master Elmmet\u2019s nothing more than a [Thief]! But the Lancrel folk aren\u2019t happy. They\u2019re already saying he\u2019s innocent\u2014whereas everyone with sense wants him out of Riverfarm or flogged! Or both! But there was already a fight when Prost tried to put the [Thief] in the pillory!\u201d<\/p>\n

She glared. By \u2018everyone\u2019, she\u2019d meant all of the villagers. Durene nodded, glancing out the window as Chimmy put a closed-lid pail on the handcart with a grunt.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we need at least two more pails, Chimmy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yesel put her hands on her hips.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoodness, what\u2019s all this for?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagic, I think. I\u2019ll be back soon, Miss Yesel. Wiskeria\u2019s making something, but I\u2019ll come to Riverfarm before the trial. What\u2019s it in, an hour?\u201d<\/p>\n

Yesel nodded, looking relieved.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t expect any trouble, but it\u2019d be good to have you about, Durene. Just in case. Everyone\u2019ll see that Elmmet\u2019s a monster, but just in case. That everything Wiskeria wants?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded and scowled at her list. She had a deep suspicion\u2014she stomped back up the way to her cottage, pushing the handcart and taking care not to spill anything. Wiskeria was mixing the ingredients in the cauldron when Durene came back, and the [Witch] had started a fire.<\/p>\n

Durene smelled a few acrid hints from the pot, but the rest looked just like edible stuff. And the Sage\u2019s Grass. She had to admit, the red-green herbs swirling around in the pot, with their slight glow that illuminated the water, made the soup look more properly magical.<\/p>\n

Wiskeria didn\u2019t look the part, though. Oh, she had a hat and robes, but she was stirring the pot with a long-handled spoon<\/em>. When Durene set down the cart, the [Witch] brightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh good, you\u2019re here. I was worried I\u2019d boil this all too long. Okay, we\u2019re going to dice the potatoes and carrots and toss them in here. Along with the broth. Did you get the spices?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Durene eyed the pot and folded her arms. Wiskeria nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t have to peel the potatoes. Just wash them. We\u2019ll bring the brew to a boil, let it simmer for about twenty minutes, then add the cream. And then\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWiskeria!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] jumped as Durene stamped her foot. Bismarck, sneaking up with his mouth open to the handcart, backed off hurriedly. The half-Troll girl glared at the [Witch]. Wiskeria looked at Durene warily.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cThis isn\u2019t a brew! This is potato soup!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The half-Troll girl howled in outrage. There was nothing magical in the soup besides some edible plants and the Sage\u2019s Grass! She\u2019d made soup like this a hundred times! Wiskeria turned red.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s a brew. It just looks<\/em> like potato soup to you. And it\u2019ll taste a bit like it. The milk\u2019s what I normally add\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re just making food<\/em>! That\u2019s not magical! How am I supposed to believe it\u2019ll do anything besides fill my stomach?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou haven\u2019t seen the final step. Besides, we added Sage\u2019s Grass. That\u2019s important.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria weakly protested. Durene glared.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I\u2019m not impressed, I\u2019m going to dump the entire pot over you. This had better be magic<\/em>, Wiskeria. People need magic. Not food.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] opened her mouth to protest, and then her gaze grew distant. She tugged her hat lower and adjusted her spectacles.<\/p>\n

\u201cFood\u2019s important. But this will<\/em> be magic, Durene. I swear it by my fingers. If I lie, you can feed them to Bismarck. I swear it by the dead. It may look like fun and games, but I swear there\u2019s magic here, by a [Witch]\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n

And when she said that and looked at Durene, her eyes were suddenly, scarily serious. Durene hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to do that<\/em>. I mean, I like a good soup\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled lamely, suddenly disconcerted by Wiskeria\u2019s change of mood. After a second, the [Witch] smiled, and everything was normal.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s part of it. Good food is good magic, or so one of the [Witches] who taught me used to say. But there\u2019s more to witchcraft than everyone thinks. It\u2019s not the kind of magic [Mages] understand\u2026let\u2019s put in that broth. Do you have a spare cutting knife? I hate using my dagger.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was a potato soup. From the way the two diced the carrots and potatoes\u2014Wiskeria had forgotten celery\u2014to adding in spices and letting the soup simmer and thicken. Wiskeria even offered Durene a taste, and the girl had to admit it was good. Not magical, though.<\/p>\n

But the magic was coming. Wiskeria\u2019s solemn oath was first. As the soup was boiling and she had Durene stirring in the creamy milk from the cows, the [Witch] walked around the cauldron. Six times clockwise, three times counterclockwise. She traced a perfect circle each time, her steps all the same width.<\/p>\n

Durene, busy tasting the soup for consistency as she added milk, barely noticed at first. But then she noticed that with each circle, the flames of the fire at the bottom of the cauldron were jumping slightly. Higher and higher with each of Wiskeria\u2019s circuits. Durene nearly dropped the ladle.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, are you doing magic? Am I in the way?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria didn\u2019t answer at first. She completed the third circle counterclockwise and then turned to Durene. The Troll girl stared. She had never thought of it, but Wiskeria\u2019s eyes were a faint, yellowish green, weren\u2019t they? Only, they looked more yellow than green. And they seemed to have the faintest luminescence in the morning.<\/p>\n

Morning. Durene looked around her cottage. Trees all about, and the road leading down to Riverfarm was normal. It was just that there were a few more shadows. As if it were evening all of a sudden. But the sun was rising in the sky when she glanced up. Bright\u2026except when you looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWiskeria? Is this the magic bit? Are you going to cast a spell?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene tried to chuckle. To her relief, Wiskeria laughed lightly and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a bit of preparatory stuff. It\u2019s just a ritual, Durene. [Witch] magic is more like rituals. We cast a few spells like my [Fox Fire] spell, but that\u2019s [Mage] magic. This is about patterns.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPotato soup.\u201d<\/p>\n

Neither one laughed at that this time. Wiskeria just smiled. She glanced at the simmering pot. The soup was turning an appetizing creamy color, spotted with the spices and bits of herbs and carrots Durene had tossed in. The smell made Durene\u2019s stomach rumble.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about intent. Intent, bits of magic\u2014but mostly\u2026will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes. Good will, bad will\u2026I\u2019m sorry, I can\u2019t explain. What\u2019s left?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2014nothing much. It\u2019s pretty close to done. Hey, this is<\/em> a good soup. But it\u2019d be better for some bacon or something. You know, for taste? I could run down and get some\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No meat. No dead flesh.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria\u2019s head snapped up. She stared at Durene. The half-Troll girl froze.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not the intention here. This pot is made with goodwill. To heal. For regrowth. Meat would spoil it. And I can\u2019t do it twice. Give me a second.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria knelt and began adding wood to the fire. Durene felt like the soup was hot enough; any hotter and they\u2019d burn it. But she only watched as the fire grew, and the brew began to bubble.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou couldn\u2019t make it twice? Why not? There\u2019s enough ingredients in the forest and in Riverfarm to make a hundred soups like this, I wager.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria glanced up. She stood up slowly, and the fire ate up the wood, greedily rising.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t make a second brew or soup. Just like I can\u2019t cast a hex the same way twice. The emotions are wrong. The history makes the magic. The wrongs I\u2019ve done are going into this brew.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed down into the pot. Durene peered in and chuckled nervously. She looked around. Were there shadows in the cottage? She glanced up at the sun for reassurance, but it felt paler.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t see you throwing anything bad in there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not just about what goes into it. It\u2019s what\u2019s done. Where\u2019s the knife?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene paused. Wiskeria found it and nodded. She reached up and, without hesitating, cut a lock from her hair. Not much. She went back to the pot with it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, Wiskeria\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] tossed the hair onto the fire. Durene closed her mouth, and the flames ate the hair greedily. The stench of burning hair filled the air\u2014and then it vanished. Durene blinked. She felt at her nose. Suddenly, the smell of the soup was there, but not the hair smell. And it smelled better than before.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm. Wiskeria? Is this more magic?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The [Witch] turned back. Her eyes were<\/em> glowing. She took a few breaths and blew <\/em>over the pot\u2019s surface. And the liquid inside moved<\/em> as if she were stirring it.<\/p>\n

\u201cNearly done. The magic\u2019s there. The stew\u2019s good. All that\u2019s left is the incantation.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] murmured to herself. Durene hesitated. She wasn\u2019t sure she liked this anymore. The shadows were longer, she was certain. And\u2014suddenly, Durene realized she hadn\u2019t seen Bismarck. The greedy Mossbear would love<\/em> this soup. So why wasn\u2019t he\u2026?<\/p>\n

She looked around. Bismarck was nowhere to be seen. Slowly, Durene fixed on Wiskeria. The [Witch] was walking around the pot, doing that perfect circle again. Murmuring under her breath.<\/p>\n

Goosebumps raced up Durene\u2019s arm. Quickly\u2014just to make sure he wasn\u2019t going to interfere\u2014she went around the cottage. She found Bismarck huddled in his den. He stared at her as she paused in relief.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere you are. You\u2019re, uh, not going to eat the soup, right? It\u2019s important you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Mossbear stared up at Durene. He didn\u2019t seem bored or hungry like he always did. Rather, he looked\u2014wary. She reached for him after a second.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to eat some scraps?\u201d<\/p>\n

Bismarck resisted Durene\u2019s pull. He growled<\/em> and then snapped<\/em> as she tried to pull him out with more force. She let go at once. The Mossbear huddled in his den.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay then. I\u2019ll leave you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Disconcerted, Durene backed away. The fire was hot<\/em> under the cauldron. The smell of the soup filled the air. There was another feeling too, a sense of tension. Almost like the feeling before a storm, but different. Wiskeria was bent over the cauldron. Durene couldn\u2019t see her face. The half-Troll girl looked around. She didn\u2019t like this anymore.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrostwing?\u201d<\/p>\n

The bird was hiding in her nest inside Durene\u2019s cottage. Her head was under her wing, and when Durene tried to bring her outside, she flew back. She didn\u2019t scream; that was the thing. She was silent, but she fought Durene coming out. At last, Durene walked outside and saw Wiskeria standing there.<\/p>\n

Watching her. Durene halted. The [Witch] stood in front of the cauldron, and her eyes were<\/em> glowing. Yellow mixed with green. Wiskeria spoke slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cRemember what I said about [Witches] being different, Durene?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Durene quavered. Then she straightened. This wasn\u2019t something to be afraid of! It was just\u2014Wiskeria had told her she wasn\u2019t above Level 30 in her [Witch] class. It was just a spell. If Durene kicked over the cauldron\u2014her eyes flicked to the pot.<\/p>\n

Kick over the cauldron?<\/em> She didn\u2019t want to do that. That felt like a\u2026bad idea. But Durene was unnerved.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t like regular magic, Wiskeria.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] smiled slightly. She breathed in and out\u2014she was sweating hard, Durene realized.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. This isn\u2019t like a regular spell. It\u2019s the best I can do. I need to finish it now. Don\u2019t worry; it feels\u2026bad. I know. But the worst thing I could do is stop. There\u2019s a lot of guilt in the air. Guilt and regret.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene nodded. She stared around the cottage. Wiskeria breathed in and out rhythmically.<\/p>\n

\u201cI gathered it. That\u2019s a thing [Witches] do. That\u2019s what\u2019s making this brew powerful. Now I need to perform the incantation. Durene, this is the most important part. You can listen. But don\u2019t speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene opened her mouth for a flippant remark and closed it. Wiskeria nodded. She turned back to the cauldron. This time, she walked around it. Not in the perfect circle, but urgently, bending, investigating the liquid inside. The soup swirled, as if following Wiskeria. And then she spoke.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cFor a drink to warm the heart and body both,<\/em><\/p>\n

I offer this harvest, by [Witch]\u2019s ways and humble host<\/em><\/p>\n

Sage\u2019s Grass, gathered without cold iron\u2019s sting,<\/em><\/p>\n

Mushrooms, plucked from a faerie\u2019s ring<\/em><\/p>\n

Herbs grown in garden plot and nature\u2019s walk,<\/em><\/p>\n

Eleven dried things from [Merchants] bought<\/em><\/p>\n

To bind it all, a liquid draught of ritual wrought<\/em><\/p>\n

Come together now, to cure from this humble pot.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

It was a slow chant. Rhythmic. And with each step, the fire beneath the cauldron flared up a bit. Durene watched, breathless. It felt like the shadows were gathering around Wiskeria and the pot. The smell was beautiful, enticing. Durene felt her stomach gurgle. But what was the unease<\/em> in the air? Wiskeria pointed.<\/p>\n

A red glow sprang from the soup. Durene jumped until she realized. The Sage\u2019s Grass.<\/em> It was glowing in the pot. The [Witch] stepped closer, and Durene saw she had a knife. The half-Troll girl\u2019s stomach clenched in unconscious anticipation, and she opened her mouth before she caught herself. Wiskeria murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd grief. And regret. And despair and death. And hatred, I add all of thee. Be swallowed and changed by goodwill. For a [Witch]\u2019s repentance. <\/em>Mercy.\u201d<\/p>\n

She flicked,<\/em> and something flew into the pot. Durene saw it go, or did she feel it? The hum<\/em> in the air intensified. Now she saw it. Wiskeria was struggling with something, pushing the shadows into the pot. Her face twisted with guilt, anguish, like Durene had seen in the meeting hall when she\u2019d spoken to the families of the dead. She raised the knife in her left hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd for power. A sacrifice for blood lost. Come now, come hither! Mend wounds and give life, for those who died in winter\u2019s frost!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The knife flashed down. Durene saw it slash across Wiskeria\u2019s wrist. She stared in horror as blood splattered the cauldron, the sides\u2014but none fell into the soup. It ran down and into the fire. The fire flared up, roaring for a moment, engulfing the cauldron. Wiskeria stumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWiskeria!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene rushed forwards. She couldn\u2019t hold it in anymore. Only the [Witch]\u2019s hand stopped her. Wiskeria put one hand on the cauldron to steady herself, and Durene saw and heard her hand hiss<\/em> on the metal. The [Witch]\u2019s face contorted with pain, but she looked up at Durene, panting.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine. It\u2019s not done. Hold on.\u201d<\/p>\n

The fire had died down. The boiling soup was still. Durene, hesitating, realized the shadows in the cottage had returned to normal. But there was still something left. Wiskeria reached for the stirring spoon. With her good hand, the one not burned and cut, she lifted some of the broth to her lips.<\/p>\n

It was a thick, creamy soup that Durene saw Wiskeria sipping from. But it seemed deeper, more complex, better<\/em> than any soup Durene could remember smelling. Ever. Wiskeria gulped down the soup hungrily, then looked at her right hand, the cut and burn there. And Durene gasped.<\/p>\n

The wounds were closing! Slowly, so slowly. But Durene could see the flesh knitting, the blood stopping. The burn disappeared as Wiskeria and Durene stared at it. When the [Witch] lowered her hand, her eyes were green and yellow, sparkling, and her cheeks flushed with pride. Pride and life. She turned to Durene and smiled, tired, jubilant.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s done. Want a taste?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene stared at Wiskeria, then the soup. She stared at the offered ladle, felt her stomach rumble, and threw her hands up in the air.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2013<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cOld ways.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all Wiskeria said when Durene had calmed down. She was grimacing, trying to figure out how to load the cauldron onto a handcart to transport it to Riverfarm. It wasn\u2019t going to be easy; the cauldron was full, but neither she nor Durene could countenance wasting a drop of it. And it needed to be eaten from the cauldron, apparently.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the vessel it was made in. You can\u2019t just bottle it, Durene. Well, you could, but it\u2019ll be weaker. And it\u2019ll lose its power after the first day, most of it. People need to eat this fresh!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd it\u2019ll cure them? What did you do? I\u2019ve never heard someone chant like that. No [Mage] could do that! What was with the shadows? The fire?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s [Witch] stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated as Durene made a fist. Wiskeria sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t tell you everything, Durene. Like I said, these are old ways. Witchcraft is all about ritual. Using power that\u2019s not our own, you understand. We\u2019re not walking mana batteries like [Mages] or able to mix, say, Unicorn hair and Kraken teeth like [Alchemists]. We have to get our power from other things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] paused for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmotions, for one. That\u2019s what the shadows were about. I was gathering all the regrets I had. Some of the ill will, the pain from people who lost their families.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. But why was it so\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSinister? It wasn\u2019t so bad. It just built up there. If I\u2019d let it all out, it could have been nasty. But good will, bad\u2014it\u2019s all power. I burnt it up, don\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWith your hair? And blood?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria shrugged, smiling a bit. She touched her healed hand and made a face.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything requires a sacrifice. And because of what I offered, you helping me, I think this will be a good stew. It\u2019ll heal wounds, energize people\u2014make them feel better about what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll that in this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene stared at the cauldron. She\u2019d had a mouthful, and she didn\u2019t feel different. Okay, she felt good<\/em> and like she could plough a field with one hand\u2014but stamina potions did the same. Only this felt better than the burst of frantic energy a stamina potion gave her. Wiskeria nodded when Durene said that.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s magic, Durene. A magic soup. It\u2019ll do a lot of things. It\u2019s what I\u2019m good at. Soups, brewing. That\u2019s my specialty as a [Witch]\u2014I\u2019m not great, but I can do a bit. Poison doesn\u2019t require as much. That\u2019s just vapors and steam. But this is magic. Not as good as potions, I guess. Well, better than most you could buy as a Silver-rank adventurer. Maybe even Gold-rank, these days. Not the best, even so. But it\u2019ll do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Again, her clarifications only demanded more questions. Durene did a hop\u2014then leapt<\/em>, almost laughing with delight at the energy coursing through her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sure? It feels better than any stamina potion, Wiskeria! All that runs out\u2014this isn\u2019t going away!\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I put a bit of the old incantations into it as well. You heard me chanting? It\u2019s largely free-form, but the blood sacrifice\u2014I guess that puts it above your average [Witch]\u2019s brew, despite my level. Again, it\u2019s not really special. It\u2019s all I can do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s really<\/em> special, then?\u201d<\/p>\n

All this false modesty! Or not false, because Wiskeria wistfully stared at the glowing liquid.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, really special stuff? Something invigorating to mend and made of mercy and regrets? My mother could make a stew that\u2019d mend shattered bone and have the oldest enemies hop into bed with each other. A great witch could set a stew between two armies and forge a peace.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now that was<\/em> the stuff of legends, and Durene laughed heartily at the notion as she did laps around the pot, trying to burn up the amazing energy in her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but that\u2019s just stories! Like the Lightning Thief and such!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery story\u2019s based on something, even if it\u2019s just imagination, Durene. And, in these two cases\u2014truth only seems impossible until you witness it. Believe me. This isn\u2019t much.\u201d<\/p>\n

The way Wiskeria spoke suddenly sounded weary and old. Durene stopped running and saw Wiskeria wistfully looking at the pot. She was still satisfied, but she was wistful. Durene blinked, then kept her voice light.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt tastes <\/em>better than any potion. I\u2019d use this every day if I could.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria broke out of her introspection and nodded with a smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s certainly good enough. Hey! Not you, you greedyguts.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pushed Bismarck\u2019s head out of the way as the Mossbear went for the pot for the twelfth time. He and Frostwing had come out of hiding once the ceremony\u2014ritual\u2014Durene wasn\u2019t sure what to call it\u2014was done. And now he really wanted what was in the pot. Wiskeria ticked off points on her long fingers with a sigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is<\/em> good, but it won\u2019t last, you can\u2019t transport it so easily, and potions are faster. Easier to make too, I guess. It\u2019s too bad; there was a time when [Witches] were very valuable. Because [Alchemists] weren\u2019t so good at what they did. We could earn a living this way. Now it\u2019s only good for rare occasions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s too bad.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene mumbled. She felt humbled, at peace after seeing the ritual, despite the blood Wiskeria had shed. It felt a bit like forgiveness, if you could make that into a spell. Wiskeria nodded. She looked relaxed too.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think? You should hear the old [Witches] I\u2019ve met complain about it. They\u2019re all too young to remember, but they know all the stories, and they moan about the good old days\u2014Mother just complains about Dragons. Do you think you can carry it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do. Just watch the front so it doesn\u2019t spill out?\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene lifted the cauldron onto the handcart with a grunt. To her relief, the cart was well-built, but the cauldron was heavy<\/em>. She and Wiskeria watched the cart anxiously, but it felt sturdy, so after a moment, Wiskeria nodded, and Durene proceeded carefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I want to meet more [Witches] after this. Well, not that Mavika one. The crows were scary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not so bad. But she is one of the senior [Witches] of Izril. There\u2019s no formal ranking, but she is one of the most important.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? And she seems\u2014most of Izril has good [Witches], right? Like you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria smiled slightly and shook her head as they walked. The sky was beautiful and dry. Durene was smiling, despite managing the wagon. A black bird flew overhead, and even it sounded welcoming.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s full of [Witches]<\/em>, Durene. Good, bad, we band together. We\u2019re most numerous in Izril and Terandria. Few, if any, live in Chandrar or Baleros.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? People don\u2019t like [Witches]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026I just think few want to live in the desert or fight off snakes. And not all species take to [Witches]. I hear Humans make up most [Witch] covens. It\u2019s a very specific class. We have a history.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh. So what\u2019s a coven do anyways? Why haven\u2019t I heard of them?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re spread out. Covens can be very<\/em> large\u2014Mavika\u2019s all the [Witches] in about, oh, three hundred miles. They\u2019re actually a lot more pleasant than she is. The Marshlands Coven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMarshlands? But there\u2019s only a small one up north. Are there more far from here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I think there was a lot more marsh in the past, though. The coven\u2019s old<\/em>, Durene. Members come in and out, but they\u2019ve been here on Izril since Humans first came. Before that, maybe. [Witches] are\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The two broke off from their chat as they entered Riverfarm. Durene saw a crowd of people walking down the street, many heading to\u2014she looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh! Perfect! It\u2019s lunch!\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria looked up. It had taken all morning to make the cauldron of enchanted soup! She smiled, and Durene called out. The half-Troll girl\u2019s voice echoed down the street, attracting attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! Everyone! Come over here! Wiskeria brewed a magic soup for you to try! Come on! It\u2019s fantastic!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Heads turned. Durene saw to her pleasure that it was mostly villagers, Riverfarm folk about here. She waved at them and spotted a girl skipping towards them. Chimmy. The girl gathered with Ram, Miss Yesel, and some of the other villagers, including an entire host of [Wood Cutters]. They stared at the cauldron as Durene carefully placed it on the ground. They were just outside one of the cookhouses, but even the [Cook] came outside when they smelled the pot.<\/p>\n

It smelled marvelous<\/em>. And magical; you couldn\u2019t deny that magic was a scent when you inhaled the magical potato soup. It felt like there was more than just the ingredients inside, and as Durene proudly shouted, more and more people stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a magical<\/em> soup, General\u2014I mean, Miss Wiskeria?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram looked into the cauldron, half-warily, but licking his lips. Wiskeria nodded. She addressed the curious crowd.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a brew. More like a soup than actual potions. It\u2019ll accelerate healing in the body. Scratches, small cuts\u2014they\u2019ll disappear overnight or in hours of drinking. Even bigger injuries. Plus, there\u2019s some stamina ingredients too. You can eat it with breakfast, and it\u2019ll work all day. But this will go bad in two days, three at most.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s it for?\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Yesel pushed Chimmy back as the girl tried to peer inside the pot. She looked interested too, but wary. Wiskeria was a [Witch]. Durene hurried out with some bowls and spoons as Wiskeria tugged on her hat\u2019s brim.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoodwill, Miss Yesel. Call it goodwill and an apology. A bit of magic to help everyone today. That\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Miss Yesel looked dubious, but Chimmy, her eyes shining, reached for a bowl.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt smells even better than your<\/em> soup, Ma! Let me try?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHush!\u201d<\/p>\n

Yesel looked scandalized, but that provoked a laugh from the crowd. More people drew over as Durene took the bowls and handed them around. Wiskeria smiled as she explained more to Ram and the others.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nothing much. But it is<\/em> tiring to make. I can\u2019t mass-produce anything like an [Alchemist] can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd it\u2019s safe? It\u2019s just helpful?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram hesitated as he took a bowl. Durene nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s good!<\/em> I had some, don\u2019t worry, Mister Ram! Your only complaint will be there\u2019s not enough after you try it! Here, who wants to be first? Anyone want some?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe, me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Chimmy waved her arm excitedly. Yesel stopped her, looking apologetic.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe if someone else tries it first?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. I can have some, or Durene. But if anyone else wants to try\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria looked around. The street was crowded, but no one was moving. A crow alighted on the building opposite; a dog wandered forwards, sniffing. But no Humans. Durene impatiently eyed the crowd for volunteers and nudged Ram repeatedly. Once one person tried it\u2014but the villagers hesitated. Then a quavering voice spoke up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll\u2014uh\u2014I\u2019ll have some, if you wouldn\u2019t mind. That smells like a wonderful<\/em> soup. And clearly magical. Not magic I know, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene saw Nesor, the timid [Mage], appear in the crowd. He walked forwards and looked awkwardly at Wiskeria. He hesitated. Wiskeria bit her lip.<\/p>\n

\u201cNesor. I haven\u2019t seen you in a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI, uh\u2014avoided you. Wiskeria. I\u2019m sorry about\u2014you know, it was me who was sending [Messages], so I\u2019m sorry\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Mage]\u2019s stutter hadn\u2019t improved. He hesitated and looked around, then shrank a bit as he lowered his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry about that.\u201d<\/p>\n

A moment of silence followed his words. Wiskeria nodded tiredly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am too.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two looked at each other until Ram cleared his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t your<\/em> fault, Miss Wiskeria. Nor His Majesty\u2019s. It was them Goblins. And whoever knocked out poor Nesor.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone nodded at that to Durene\u2019s relief. Nesor nodded too. He couldn\u2019t meet anyone\u2019s eyes. Instead, he eyed the magical soup with a [Mage]\u2019s interest.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d gladly try the first bowl, Miss Wiskeria. I\u2019ve always heard [Witches] make powerful concoctions, but I haven\u2019t ever tried\u2026would you allow me the honor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wiskeria smiled, and Durene offered her a ladle. Wiskeria poured the soup into a bowl, and Nesor took it. He sniffed the soup and smiled timidly. Then he took a spoon and, without hesitation, took a bite.<\/p>\n

His face changed at once. It grew peaceful, content, and his eyes brightened. No one needed to know what the soup tasted like, but the crowd waited anyways as Nesor finished the bowl, eating quickly and hungrily. He looked up, realized everyone was staring, and blushed. But then he pointed at the cauldron.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the finest soup I\u2019ve ever had. And\u2014powerful! I feel reinvigorated, as good as any [Alchemist]\u2019s concoction. I urge you all to try it! Please!\u201d<\/p>\n

He waved a hand, and the crowd moved forwards. Durene, smiling and laughing, reached for the ladle, and Wiskeria\u2019s smile was no less wide than Nesor\u2019s. Chimmy hopped into place, bouncing for a bowl. Durene reached for the ladle, and the shout behind her nearly deafened her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bitch!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Rehanna ran forwards. The woman hiked up her dress, and before anyone could stop her, as Durene and Wiskeria were turning, she kicked<\/em> at the cauldron. With a cry, Durene turned, but it was too late. The iron pot didn\u2019t overbalance with Rehanna\u2019s enraged kick\u2014so she heaved against the metal until it went over. The heavy pot tipped, and gravity did the rest.<\/p>\n

The liquid in the cauldron poured onto the street, mixing with the wet earth. The pleasant aroma in the air faded and turned sour. Wiskeria leapt back as the magical soup stained her feet. And the pleasant liquid was suddenly brown, mixed with the soil unpleasantly. Rehanna, panting, eyes alight with hatred, pointed in triumph at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee? It was a trick! It wasn\u2019t good at all! Poison, it looks like!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRehanna!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Mister Ram roared in fury. He threw his bowl down as the convivial, pleasant atmosphere turned just as hostile. Wiskeria was in shock, but the [Rancher] advanced on Rehanna furiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou just kicked over enough food to feed everyone here! And the best smelling soup I\u2019ve ever had! How dare you! Prost will put you in the pillory! You should be thrown out of Riverfarm on your ear for that! After Miss Wiskeria\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you fall for her lies! She\u2019s a [Witch]! <\/em>She was trying to buy you all with her fake magic! You think she can make you a stew and beg your forgiveness? Did you forget what she did?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Rehanna bellowed back, her face red with fury. There were tears in her eyes. Ram recoiled, and Rehanna pointed at the foul-smelling liquid now staining the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou see that? Can\u2019t you smell<\/em> it? I knew it was a trick! The same trick that made everyone think she was a [General]! It\u2019s just black magic!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t bad magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nesor mumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow would you<\/em> know, you half-rate [Mage]?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rehanna spun on him, and he flinched. But he raised his voice, gritting his teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know just as certainly as I knew any magic from Wistram. Miss Rehanna. That was no poor spell. It was a [Witch]\u2019s brew, not alchemical, but there was good magic there. I\u2019m afraid you<\/em> ruined it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed at Rehanna. The woman\u2019s face turned even deeper crimson, and there was a rumble from the villagers. She pointed at Wiskeria, and her voice was a screech of fury.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay what you will, but I know who killed my husband! It was her! Her and your mad [Emperor]! And if you had half the sense I do\u2014that Lancrel\u2019s people do, come to it\u2014you\u2019d see the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re drunk, Rehanna. And you\u2019ve been listening to those idiots from Lancrel\u2019s Council.\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Yesel looked disgusted. Durene realized not all of Rehanna\u2019s flush was from anger. The half-Troll girl clenched her fists. How dare she?<\/p>\n

And yet, more than one person was eying Wiskeria\u2019s spoiled soup uneasily. The smell was<\/em> foul. They looked at Wiskeria. She was standing, feet still in the wet soup, head bowed. The rest of the crowd rumbled ominously. Rehanna had insulted Laken too. But the woman just looked around with a sneer.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think I\u2019m wrong? She\u2019s a [Witch]! <\/em>You know what they do! How would you ever trust a bloody [Witch]? A witch!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

No one replied. Disgusted, Ram turned and spat.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone help me. We\u2019re hauling you to Prost. He can deal with you\u2014he\u2019s taking care of that [Thief] right now. Or Lady Rie. Where is she?\u201d<\/p>\n

He reached for Rehanna. She tore herself away, stumbling back. She retreated as Ram and a few other men and women reached for her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t touch me! I want Councilwoman Beatica! She\u2019s smart enough to see through that bitch\u2019s<\/em> lies. And she knows what\u2019s right about everything else! Don\u2019t touch me! Riverfarm\u2019s going to have proper laws. Proper laws and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She was backing away towards the cookhouse door. Rehanna reached for it, probably intending to barricade herself inside. Ram, growling, reached for her, but the woman seized the doorknob\u2014and shrieked.<\/em><\/p>\n

The sound split the air. It wasn\u2019t like her scream of fury earlier. It wasn\u2019t a Human sound, but animalistic. Pain.<\/em> Pure pain. Rehanna\u2019s shriek<\/em> froze Ram and the others in their tracks. Durene saw the woman flail back from the door, clutching at her right hand, the one that had touched the knob. And then she held it up.<\/p>\n

Red, burnt flesh and blood trickling down her hand. Scorched skin, part of her hand torn away\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

The crowd stared in horror. Rehanna opened her mouth to say something, but another shriek<\/em> tore its way out. She could only wave her hand and scream, looking around, begging them to do something. But everyone was frozen. Durene\u2019s mind was locked up. What had just\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t do it! I didn\u2019t touch her!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram was shaken, white-faced. He stared at Rehanna\u2019s hand. Then someone behind him uttered a strangled oath.<\/p>\n

\u201cRam! The door\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The man looked and froze. Durene saw a bright light. She stared at the doorknob. It was ordinary brass. But something was wrong. The door knob was burning white with heat! Somehow, it had grown hot as metal in forge\u2019s fire. And it had burned Rehanna\u2019s hand when she\u2019d put it on the doorknob.<\/p>\n

Some of it was still there. Parts of her palm sizzled and cooked on the doorknob. Durene smelled the scent of cooked meat, but her stomach roiled as she saw Rehanna holding her mutilated hand. Someone behind her gagged\u2014it was Miss Yesel.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat on earth\u2014how did this happen?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram stared at Rehanna, and then he turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cHealing potion. We need a\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Half the people felt at their belts. The rest stared in horror. But it was Nesor, face white, who ran for one. As Rehanna collapsed to her knees, unable to speak for agony, in the silence, heads turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho did this? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram whispered. Then he turned. He looked. He couldn\u2019t help it. Neither could Durene. She stared at Wiskeria. The [Witch] was frozen in the street. She looked around, started.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t me. I didn\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The shock on her face was apparent to everyone. But still, the eyes searched the street, then went back to her. If not her, who? Rehanna made another sound, a groaning, weeping scream. Miss Yesel clutched at Chimmy, who was white with fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Wiskeria?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t do it. That was not my spell.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWas it a spell?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram looked at Wiskeria and then past her at Nesor, who\u2019d rushed out of a building with three vials in his hand. Wiskeria hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014the magic\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was not Wiskeria who cast that spell.\u201d<\/p>\n

Durene breathed in and out, trying to clear the smell from the door. The knob was turning red, cooling. But the damage was still done. Ram looked around, clearly disconcerted.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf not Wiskeria, then who? Who\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The voice came from above and behind. Durene spun. Ram, Yesel, Chimmy, Wiskeria, everyone, looked up.<\/em> There they saw her.<\/p>\n

A woman perched on the roof of the house opposite the cookhouse. At least, she looked vaguely like a woman. Her arms were thin, her posture hunched. She was dressed in grey rags, and she had a dark grey hat. Pointed and bespectacled with feathers. But the woman\u2019s frame looked\u2014wrong. Too long. And as she hunched there, in a crouch, Durene saw she was not alone.<\/p>\n

A flock of crows were sitting next to the woman, as silent as could be. Durene hadn\u2019t even noticed them arrive. Now they turned their heads, their beady eyes staring down at the crowd. More than one person shuddered. Not just for the crows. But for the woman. She looked like the crows. Her eyes, when they stared down, were piercing. And the irises were nearly black.<\/p>\n

\u201cI cast that spell, Master Ram. If you seek a [Witch] to blame, here I am. But such is consequence for rudeness done. That woman\u2019s pain was justly won.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2014who are\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Ram stuttered as he pointed up at the woman. Wiskeria had gone white. She looked up, and the woman\u2014no, the [Witch] stood up. The villagers backed away as the crows took flight, circling the air, cawing<\/em>. And the woman\u2019s voice was loud as Rehanna screamed on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cRemember this well, people of Riverfarm: Those who scorn a [Witch]\u2019s gift must pay the toll. Discourtesy shall be matched with discourtesy, and ill for ill. In equal measure do we reap kindness or misery each. Such is humanity\u2019s will.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The words came out like a chant, like a spell. The woman who was as much bird as person leapt down, and the murder of crows flew low overhead, cawing,<\/em> and the people ducked or shouted. They backed away. But Wiskeria held still. She stared at the woman with the hat. The [Witch]. And she said only two words as her hand slowly reached up to tip her hat.<\/p>\n

\u201cWitch Mavika.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Witch] bowed slightly as she touched her own black hat. A smile crossed her lips. Yellow teeth\u2014Durene shuddered. Mavika looked at Wiskeria. And to her she said only this:<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the first.\u201d<\/p>\n

The rest followed soon after.<\/p>\n

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