\u201cOoh. Oooh. Birds.\u201d<\/p>\n
The weyr of Wyverns flew through the sky. High, high overhead. So high that they were specks in the sky, despite their massive size. In fact, they really didn\u2019t belong in the sky, not with how much they weighed and the limited lift their wings could provide.<\/p>\n
But anyone doing that calculation had failed to factor in magic. And the Wyverns flew. Frost Wyverns, to be exact. Hundreds of them. Nearly a thousand. They were flying in a huge formation, leaving the High Passes.<\/p>\n
Not fleeing. Not exactly<\/em>, but they had been bested. A certain Dragon had forced them to abandon their challenge to his territory and in the way of such monsters, the Wyverns had to go. They weren\u2019t happy about it. And the Wyvern Lord, far larger than those in his clutch, was angry.<\/p>\n He passed over Liscor after a single look. Not because the city wouldn\u2019t provide him with the opportunity to express his rage, not because it wasn\u2019t inhabited by fleshy creatures he would dine on\u2014but because it wasn\u2019t large enough<\/em>.<\/p>\n The Wyvern Lord glared down at the tiny figure of the Antinium crawling over the inn, the Drakes and Gnolls on the walls not quite yet aware of his presence. He snarled. Not enough!<\/em> There were nearly a thousand of his kin behind him. Wyverns! The average adult could be anywhere from thirty to sixty<\/em> feet from head to long, serpentine tail, and he was larger still. He wanted proper quarry, not this tiny city!<\/p>\n And bugs! Wyverns hated bugs. So the Wyvern Lord flew on, much to the disappointment of only one person.<\/p>\n Bird. The [Bird Hunter] stared up at the sky and waved hopefully upwards.<\/p>\n \u201cBirds! Big birds! Come down, please?\u201d<\/p>\n He stood in his ramshackle tower, bow in hand. He had a quiver of arrows beside him and now the Worker took aim. He sighted down the arrow, but even with all his Skills\u2014the birds were far too high. Yet, Bird could see them.<\/p>\n \u201cBirds. There are so many birds. One, two, three, four, five\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He stared and amended the statement.<\/p>\n \u201cBig <\/em>birds.\u201d<\/p>\n The concept of fear didn\u2019t really occur to Bird, but in a vague way, he was aware that they were very<\/em> big birds, and there were a lot of them. Bird, who\u2019d had many conversations with Erin and Lyonette and Klbkch about this, debated raising an alarm. But the big birds were going away.<\/p>\n \u201cCome back! Come back!\u201d<\/p>\n The other Workers laboring on the second floor of the inn looked around as Bird waved all four arms pleadingly. But the weyr was on the move. Bird stared after them.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease?\u201d<\/p>\n They flew off. Bird stared down at his feet. He stared around at his tower, and then looked at the nearest Worker.<\/p>\n \u201cI must have a larger tower. When you build it, make it twice as tall as the city, please.\u201d<\/p>\n The Worker stared at Bird. The [Bird Hunter] paused.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease and thanks?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n The flight of the Wyverns wasn\u2019t noticed by Bird alone. Although it took one of the more far-sighted Gnolls on duty several more minutes than Bird to recognize them. When she saw, the Gnoll in question swore and shouted.<\/p>\n \u201cJeiss!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Senior Guardsman Jeiss came running at the tone in Beilmark\u2019s voice. When she pointed the flight out to him, the Drake fumbled for one of the magical eyeglasses, put it to his eyes, and swore.<\/p>\n \u201cAncestors!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSound the alarm? It would be when The Wandering Inn reopens! I knew it! You owe me seven silver if we survive! Dead gods, we have to get everyone in cover! There are hundreds!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Beilmark howled in alarm. Liscor\u2019s City Watch was looking up and even the most stalwart of Drakes was turning pale. So many Wyverns! But Jeiss held out a claw as Beilmark grabbed the horn on her belt and prepared to sound an alarm.<\/p>\n \u201cWait! Don\u2019t sound the alarm just yet!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you mad? If this many attack\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think they\u2019re passing over.\u201d<\/p>\n Beilmark froze. She whirled. More [Guards] were trying to sound the alarm. Beilmark quietly howled.<\/p>\n \u201cBelay that! Send a runner to Watch Captain Zevara! Now!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n In silence, the Watch stared up as the Wyverns kept flying. They barely breathed as Zevara came at a run with Wing Commander Embria. The Drakes stared up at the Wyverns.<\/p>\n \u201cDead gods.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWatch Captain, they\u2019re passing.\u201d<\/p>\n Jeiss, or Councilman Jeiss, a member of Liscor\u2019s Council, was on duty. Unlike the former Councils, this current one was occupied by working-class Gnolls and Drakes who performed their jobs when not trying to steer Liscor in the direction they wanted. And in this moment, it was Zevara everyone looked to.<\/p>\n \u201cWing Commander Embria, thoughts?\u201d<\/p>\n Embria swallowed hard.<\/p>\n \u201cMy 4th Company has brought down Wyverns before, Watch Captain. But speaking freely\u2014if that weyr descends, I recommend everyone gets indoors and we hope the Wyverns can be driven off or lose interest. There has to be a thousand<\/em> up there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy thoughts exactly. Ancestors.\u201d<\/p>\n Zevara whispered. She\u2019d been a Watch Captain in trying times. From undead boss monsters like Skinner, to the Raskghar and Face-Eater Moths, and even a near-siege and a Goblin Lord\u2019s army, she\u2019d held Liscor. But this threat chilled her. It was\u2026very bad.<\/p>\n \u201cBut they\u2019re passing. Look. They\u2019re not even headed our way, but past us. Towards the Blood Fields.\u201d<\/p>\n Jeiss spoke softly. Zevara saw it was true; the Wyverns were already halfway past Liscor as they flew high along the mountains to the west. And yet, and yet\u2026Zevara had a communal thought.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Wandering Inn\u2019s opening again.\u201d<\/p>\n Along the wall, the City Watch looked at each other and murmured. A few [Guards] tugged their helmets low and groaned. They were, by and large, not largely superstitious. But Erin wasn\u2019t folklore, she was a phenomenon observed and tested on the sliding scale of calamity.<\/p>\n \u201cAncestors preserve our scales, if the Wyverns attack Liscor, I\u2019m going to tie that Human to a ship and send her to Rhir. Let her bring disaster to the Demons.\u201d<\/p>\n Zevara muttered under her breath. Across the wall, Beilmark\u2019s sharp ears picked up a Gnoll\u2019s soft growl.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014Could also be the white\u2014Doombringer<\/em>\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re passing.\u201d<\/p>\n Beilmark\u2019s voice was overly loud. The Watch waited, tense, but the slow flight of the Wyverns was indeed unchanging. After a minute, then five, Zevara exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n So slowly. It was possible to almost see<\/em> the dead, the terrible battle, and the weight of all of it easing from her shoulders. If you bottled that relief, you could\u2026well, probably cure incontinence? Something like that.<\/p>\n \u201cSenior Guardswoman Beilmark?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Watch Captain?\u201d<\/p>\n Zevara turned. She nearly sagged, but discipline kept her spine straight. But she did smile, in pure relief. Then her mind was racing again.<\/p>\n \u201cSend word to every city south of here! Priority-message to all the [Strategists] that a Wyvern migration is taking place! A huge one! Get me an estimate and speed on that weyr and let [Strategist] Olesm know!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAt once, Watch Captain!\u201d<\/p>\n Beilmark saluted. Across the wall, Embria and Zevara heard a faint cheer go up. And it was worthy of a cheer, even if that cheer was for nothing happening. The two Drakes nodded at each other. Then Zevara had a thought.<\/p>\n \u201cWing Commander Embria, what do you suppose prompted the flight of Wyverns?\u201d<\/p>\n The cheer stopped around her as if someone had kicked everyone in the throat. Embria\u2019s head snapped around. She stared at the towering, shrouded heights of the High Passes.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething that can chase off Wyverns?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAn Elder Creler?\u201d<\/p>\n Someone moaned. Fear became infectious once again. Zevara held up a claw, looking around.<\/p>\n \u201cI want eyes on the mountains. Anything moves up there, I want to know at once! It could just be a migration. I want that report out in ten minutes!\u201d<\/p>\n The City Watch sprang into action. Drakes and Gnolls rushed to work. A [Message] was sent, and Olesm left The Wandering Inn in a minor panic. Even the celebrations at the inn ground to a halt\u2014everyone had the same thought.<\/p>\n But nothing happened. The Watch waited, but no greater monster came. In time, they allowed themselves to relax. And they were right to do so. Because nothing was going to happen to Liscor, for once. Thank the smaller city. Thank the Antinium and the general distaste of Wyverns.<\/p>\n Liscor<\/em> was safe.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Outside of Pallass\u2019 walls, a young woman sighed. She stood in an idyllic place, a meadow next to a stream. The kind of place where you just had to imagine fishing for a few fresh-caught trout or whatever lived in streams, maybe rustle up some grub (the fish, not actual grubs) and enjoy the scenery while living in nature.<\/p>\n And indeed, the young woman had a fishing rod and a little long-handled net. She even had a tent, and the remains of a campfire set up. She had been living here.<\/p>\n Or rather, vacationing. She was on holiday. But the holiday had ended. She felt it. Something in her bones, in her heart.<\/p>\n It was time to go home.<\/p>\n She was far from it, though. In the distance, Pallass rose out of the ground, a huge fortress-city of four massive walls, rising into the sky. Against nature, the builders had erected the towering walls, hundreds of feet high, to guard their home against any threat. They had made it to be a symbol. To last forever.<\/p>\n From afar, it was no less towering. But the young woman could appreciate what lay outside of the city as well. She looked around and saw\u2026peace.<\/p>\n There were no monsters here. No threats. Just wildlife, as she might find in her world. A fly buzzed past her and she swatted at it. But it was just a fly. Not an acidfly, glowing green and loaded with corrosive, flesh-eating acid. Or a huge hornet fly, able to literally bite out chunks of your arm. This was just a fly. She stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cShoo.\u201d<\/p>\n The fly left. And the young woman stared around. It was indeed the kind of place her father would have loved to come to, dragging his wife and his chess-loving daughter out of the house for some of that vaunted \u2018quality time with nature\u2019 she heard so much about. The said daughter, after living here for a while, had to admit he might have been right. Grudgingly. And she\u2019d never have said it to his face.<\/p>\n It was something, living on your own. There was<\/em> satisfaction in catching your own meal and preparing it. It was rewarding. And it gave you time to think. That\u2019s what she\u2019d been doing for the last two weeks, really.<\/p>\n Thinking. Remembering. But now, it was time to go. Absently, the young woman began tidying up her camp.<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s see. Fishing rod. Fishing net. Fire\u2014better kick dirt over it. Um. Bedroll. Where\u2019s my cooking stuff? Oh, right.\u201d<\/p>\n She found a neat, washed set of equipment for cooking. Absently, the young woman picked up a frying pan, some utensils, a plate\u2014she wasn\u2019t a barbarian!\u2014and then a kettle, some long-handled tongs, a\u2026poker for poking things, flint, steel\u2026<\/p>\n It was impossible for one person to hold all that without some very complex rearranging and strong arms, but the young woman wasn\u2019t carrying all this gear. She had a small magic bag she kept tossing the items into, against the rules of physics. But the bag was magic, and while she was camping, she was not by any means roughing it. After a while, the young woman rose and dusted her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s it? That\u2019s it.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked around her camping spot. Save for her kicked-over fire spot, there was little sign she\u2019d been out here for so long. Even so, the young American woman had to pause.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks. It was fun. Sort of. Too many bugs, but that wasn\u2019t your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n She waved around the campsite vaguely, as if it was able to listen. The young woman paused. Then she sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cTime to go.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin Solstice turned. She stared back towards Pallass in the distance. And she inhaled. After a moment, she sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cShoo, fly.\u201d<\/p>\n Waving it off, she trudged away from her campsite. She wasn\u2019t lost. If the giant Walled City in the distance wasn\u2019t a guide, well, Erin knew the surrounding area fairly well. She had about a mile to go, she guessed, so she walked at an ambling pace. She was still thinking.<\/p>\n This was Erin Solstice. [Innkeeper]. Rather, [Magical<\/em> Innkeeper], and owner of The Wandering Inn. A young woman from Michigan, in another world. And a myth and legend, at least in one small Drake city named Liscor.<\/p>\n They told stories of her. The [Innkeeper] who could spit blood like an Oldblood Drake. Who tamed Goblins like [Beast Tamers] tamed monsters. Who owned a magical inn. And attracted trouble like metal in a storm.<\/p>\n The truth was a bit less amazing than the stories. But there was<\/em> truth in each story, no matter how twisted. Erin poked at her stomach. She\u2019d had a bad morning.<\/p>\n \u201cPeriods. Eugh. I need an Octavia potion.\u201d<\/p>\n Magic was a wonderful thing. However disgusting other species and half of her own species found her gender\u2019s biological functions, menstruation was a fact of life. But in this world, people had done what science could not! They\u2019d triumphed over the tyranny of reproduction!<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s greatest discovery in life had been that [Alchemists] who catered to Humans could sell you a draught that cut down on your monthly week of cramps, bleeding, and grumpiness. For that reason alone, Erin considered her trip to another world to have not been in vain.<\/p>\n \u201cYou could sell it for gold. I mean, actual<\/em> gold. Even on Earth. You\u2019d be like\u2026a billionaire. A trillionaire! Here Octavia is, looking for magical potions and whatnot, and she has that! Amazing!\u201d<\/p>\n To be fair, the potion was commonplace and did account for some of an [Alchemist]\u2019s income. But Erin was way more agog with it than, say, matches. But what was common to one world wasn\u2019t true of the other. In her world, Erin could get in a car and move faster than almost anyone could dream of. She could, with minimal effort, buy a gun, a weapon far deadlier than any spear or sword. She could fly through the air at speeds no Garuda or Oldblood Drake could match.<\/p>\n But she couldn\u2019t do magic. She couldn\u2019t completely cure cramping each month, even with modern medicine. And she couldn\u2019t\u2026<\/p>\n Erin stopped. She cupped her hands and waited.<\/p>\n \u201c[Like Fire, Memory].\u201d<\/p>\n Nothing happened. Erin stared at her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cDrat.\u201d<\/p>\n In theory, she should have been holding fire at this point. But she wasn\u2019t completely able to master the new Skill she\u2019d learned. Erin sighed and kept walking.<\/p>\n This world had a lot of things her world didn\u2019t. For instance, if you got a Skill, you could jump higher than any athlete from her world. Erin was fairly sure she could lift as much as any guy her age who wasn\u2019t a bodybuilder thanks to her [Lesser Strength] Skill. And there were far greater miracles people could pull off with the right Skill, like having skin as tough as iron, or arms made out of silver and steel.<\/p>\n But there were threats like Earth had never seen here too. Monsters. Erin Solstice had seen more than her fair share of monsters. She\u2019d gone through trials and tribulations she\u2019d never have dreamed of back home. And she was tired.<\/p>\n Not physically. But Erin wasn\u2019t the infamously energetic, smiling, crazed [Innkeeper] that someone would have expected going off of the stories of her. At the moment, she was fairly quiet.<\/p>\n Still a bit eccentric, though. Erin began muttering to herself after a second.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay, what do I say? Alright! Hey everyone! It\u2019s me! Erin! Did you miss me? I\u2014I brought souvenirs!\u201d<\/p>\n She put on a big smile for no one in particular. After a moment, Erin sighed.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026I need to buy souvenirs.\u201d<\/p>\n At least for Mrsha. Maybe something nice to eat. Or\u2014since Lyonette was worried about her weight\u2014a ball. But Mrsha was getting older and Erin thought she was a fine weight. Lyonette was a [Princess] and she had a thing about being svelte<\/em>. But Gnolls were big! Erin had never met a short Gnoll by Human standards; the shortest were still taller than her by a bit. And they were heavier too, by and large. It was all muscle. Usually.<\/p>\n \u201cThere are fat Gnolls. Like that [Senator]! Errif! Fat Gnolls. Hm. Maybe Lyonette has a point. Mrsha could use a ball. But she\u2019s growing up! Maybe\u2026a fishing rod? But all the fish around the inn are huge jerks that jump at you. No fishing rod. How about\u2026a toy car? Would that be a toy wagon in this world?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin knew she was distracting herself. She looked around as she wandered out of the meadow. This entire area lacked a road, but it bordered a decent forest and if you followed the stream back\u2026Erin found herself skirting a large area of tall grass, up to her waist.<\/p>\n \u201cHey there!\u201d<\/p>\n A voice called out. Erin\u2019s head turned. She saw the grass move <\/em>and jumped. A huge, furry Gnoll rose from the grass. No\u2014two. Both carried slings. Erin blinked.<\/p>\n \u201cWhoa!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCareful! We nearly nailed you! This is our hunting area. Are you lost?\u201d<\/p>\n One of the Gnolls, female, called out to Erin. She sounded a bit put-out. Erin smiled apologetically.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry! I\u2019m actually done, so I\u2019m heading back. Am I going the right way?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin had learned that a smile was magic. As magic as a spell. So was being honest. The aggrieved Gnoll\u2019s expression faded and she nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, you\u2019re done? You\u2019re on the right trail, then. Just head a bit to the left. And watch out! There\u2019s a group with bows hunting along that forest and they shoot before they look.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin eyed the forest and shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll walk around it, then. Unless I\u2019m scaring off game?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at the two Gnolls hunting in the tall grass. The other female, with dusky fur, grinned. She held up a dead hare by the ears. It had a dented skull. Erin saw blood and felt bad for the creature, but the Gnoll just looked triumphant.<\/p>\n \u201cNo fear! There\u2019s enough to go around. We bagged our breakfast already. Come on, Ferri. Good meeting you, Miss Human.\u201d<\/p>\n The two Gnolls waved and Erin smiled and waved them off. She distinctly heard them talking as they disappeared into the tall grass.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t know a Human<\/em> was on one of these trips. So she\u2019s the one by the stream.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust goes to show, even Humans have good taste.\u201d<\/p>\n The young woman had to smile. She kept walking around the tall grass which marked the two Gnoll\u2019s hunting ground. The summer day was warm, but Erin was dressed lightly. She was more impressed by the two Gnolls in their fur coats. Erin stared at Pallass as she kept walking. It was far away. Miles and miles, but it was still a sight.<\/p>\n She imagined what it must be like, to live with this one landmark on the horizon each day. Of course, she\u2019d lived in a city, but there was no grand thing that defined her existence there. Pallass was a symbol of Drake might. One of six in the world.<\/p>\n After a while, Erin realized she was stalling again. She sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cHow about I just walk in and wing it? No?\u201d<\/p>\n Something was off. Erin Solstice knew it. She smiled. She tried to come up with something to say. \u2018Sorry I\u2019ve been away, but I\u2019m so glad to see you all!\u2019 Or\u2014\u2018I can\u2019t wait to show you my new Skills!\u2019 Maybe\u2014\u2018Hey! What did you do to my inn, Lyonette?\u2019<\/p>\n But it just didn\u2019t work. Erin\u2019s smile slipped. She felt a bit artificial. A bit fake. Not because she didn\u2019t mean every single word, but because\u2026it was only half-true.<\/p>\n She could smile. But she couldn\u2019t be\u2026\u2018Erin\u2019. The sort of Erin her friends deserved, the ones who wanted to see her smile and laugh. Part of her was still on break. Part of her was still thinking of him.<\/p>\n Toren.<\/p>\n The skeleton. Her first [Barmaid]. Or\u2026worker in the inn. Her undead servitor. What she had thought of as rather annoying, sometimes creepy, but useful\u2026tool. He was dead. Erin was almost sure of it. And he had possessed a soul. He had attacked her, in her inn two weeks ago.<\/p>\n And it was her fault. Erin closed her eyes for a moment. She walked into a patch of tall grass.<\/p>\n \u201cArgh.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin opened her eyes. She kept walking. But thoughts of Toren weighed on her mind.<\/p>\n She wasn\u2019t sad about him. Or rather, it wasn\u2019t just <\/em>sadness. Erin had had a long time to think and she\u2019d come to some conclusions. And she\u2019d put some pieces together.<\/p>\n A \u2018masked woman\u2019 in the dungeon. Numbtongue\u2019s encounter with a skeleton at Esthelm. At least some of the history that had led Toren to her inn on that fateful day had come together for Erin. He had come to see her. And if she\u2019d listened. If she\u2019d\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shook her head. It was the same argument that had been playing over in her head for two weeks straight. Even knowing what she did, could Erin truly forgive Toren?<\/p>\n He had been\u2026evil. Or he\u2019d done evil, as Erin understood the word. He\u2019d killed Numbtongue\u2019s friends. He\u2019d stabbed Bevussa, killed people for no reason Erin could understand.<\/p>\n And it was her fault he\u2019d gotten there.<\/p>\n Erin paused for a second. She would not forget that. Toren had become a murderous skeleton, who had killed dozens, maybe over a hundred people directly and indirectly. But that was her fault. How had he become like this? How had she never seen him becoming\u2026<\/p>\n She knew he was intelligent. But she\u2019d thought of him more like a\u2026robot. With quirks. But Erin hadn\u2019t made the leap of realizing he was a person. She remembered her last sight of him.<\/p>\n A heart, breaking. A skeleton laughing silently. Pulling off his head and crumpling into the ground. From bone to dust.<\/em><\/p>\n Erin touched her chest. She sighed. And her eyes found the summer sky.<\/p>\n Here was the thing. Erin Solstice was on holiday. She was off her holiday. She was coming back. And she had recovered.<\/p>\n Truly. Erin Solstice was not about to burst into tears, or wallow in grief. She had done that before, months ago after the battle with the Goblin Lord. After Zel Shivertail had died. After Skinner\u2014after so much. If it was just<\/em> grief, Erin might have pulled out of her funk long ago. No, this was similar, but different. It was a pall over her. Not grief, but guilt.<\/p>\n Guilt was a harder thing to bear than even sadness. Because Erin had been sad before. She had lost friends. She had seen tragedy and buried friends. But guilt?<\/p>\n Her guilt never left. Even after time. Erin could but close her eyes and her failures and guilt stung her. Toren was her fault. Hers, and hers alone.<\/p>\n Memory.<\/em><\/p>\n Erin cupped her hands again. This time, something burned in them. She looked down.<\/p>\n \u201cFire. Why\u2019s it blue?\u201d<\/p>\n A small, blue flame with a core like a deep, glittering sapphire burned in Erin\u2019s palms. She didn\u2019t feel heat from the fire. But she had made it. Erin stared at the flame, mystified. Sometimes it appeared when she thought of Toren. She was using her Skill instinctually, but she didn\u2019t know what it did.<\/p>\n \u201cOff. Off.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin waved her hands vaguely, and the flames disappeared as she uncupped her palms. Erin jumped as bits of blue flame fell towards the grass. She stomped fast; in this heat, if they caught on the tall grass\u2014but no, the blue flames died away.<\/p>\n Sighing in relief, Erin Solstice walked on. She was nearly at the meeting spot. She tried to smile, thinking of her friends and her family in this world, waiting for her. They deserved a happy Erin. But no matter how she tried\u2026she couldn\u2019t shake the blue flame burning in her mind.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cAlright everyone, this is the spot! Please remember your designated hunting areas! We don\u2019t want accidents! We\u2019ll be here for the next hour to help you, but after that you\u2019re on your own! We will have at least one of our expert [Hunters] present at all times, but transport back to Pallass is once every morning!\u201d<\/p>\n A quartet of Gnolls dressed in snazzy hunting uniforms complete with camouflaged caps addressed an excited group of fourteen or so Gnolls and a few Drakes getting off the padded wagons. The Gnolls were dressed for the hunt\u2014overly so. But their clientele was even more outdone.<\/p>\n Hunting bows, slings, even a few throwing spears and throwing knives adorned the group listening to the leading Gnoll\u2019s speech. They looked like they were armed for guerrilla warfare, and Thift, one of the Gnolls giving the speech, had to stop himself from rolling his eyes and laughing at their silly attire.<\/p>\n But then, he was dressed in the magical, color-shifting hunting gear he\u2019d never<\/em> wear if he was actually going hunting. It was overkill and the garb made him feel incredibly silly. But his job demanded he wear it and look the part, so he stood straight, the hunting bow and quiver on his back rubbing against his fur.<\/p>\n \u201cRemember your whistles are only for emergencies, yes? But if you hear one, immediately return to this spot. Our [Hunters] will instantly respond to your distress call, but please blow them only for injury or monster sightings.\u201d<\/p>\n The lead Gnoll, Terrisca, was still giving the standard orientation speech to the armed Gnolls and Drakes. Thift saw one of the Drakes put up a claw.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me. How likely is it that we\u2019ll see monsters?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked vaguely worried. Thift saw her clutching her fishing rod rather uncertainly. Some of the other Gnolls and Drakes laughed, and Terrisca smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cNot likely, Miss Teclaw. This land is<\/em> under Pallass\u2019 aegis. It\u2019s one of the safest places on the continent!\u201d<\/p>\n Thift nodded and pitched in with practiced timing.<\/p>\n \u201cHowever, we take every precaution just to be safe. If you see any monster, even a slime, blow on your whistle at once. This area is regularly patrolled, but there are always exceptions. I heard there was a Creler infestation at the Bloodfields.\u201d<\/p>\n Some of the clients shuddered and Terrisca shot Thift a quick glance. But she nodded after a second; better to have the clients a bit wary. Some of the Gnolls near the front murmured, but one of them spoke up with a quick grin.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d rather like to find a monster. With a few good shots, I believe I could take down a\u2026a Scrawgie or two!\u201d<\/p>\n He flexed his shortbow and the others laughed. Thift tried not to let his expression change.<\/p>\n City Gnolls.<\/em><\/p>\n It took all of Thift\u2019s control not to grimace. He bet none of this group had ever seen so much as a Sewer Slime before. They\u2019d lived behind Pallass\u2019 walls all their lives, and that was one of the safest places\u2026anywhere. Indeed, he thought of the group he was leaving here as rather overfed and clueless.<\/p>\n But perhaps that was him being harsh. His clients had signed up for their exciting outdoor survival getaway. They were expected to hunt and prepare their meals, and they\u2019d be sleeping out in the open\u2014except for the few that had brought tents.<\/p>\n Even so, it was<\/em> the kind of getaway only a City Gnoll or Drake would pay for. Plains Gnolls, of which Thift was one, were used to this lifestyle in general, not as some exciting venture.<\/p>\n \u201cRemember, keep in your designated area! We don\u2019t want anyone injuring each other while hunting! You may gain the [Hunter] class if you\u2019re lucky!\u201d<\/p>\n Terrisca smiled at her excited group. She pointed in the distance.<\/p>\n \u201cThere is also a fishing option; we have a plentiful lake and some of our [Fishers] have caught harvests there. If you\u2019ve signed up for a creek spot, just remember to bury your waste far from the water!\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnolls and Drakes nodded wisely. Thift sighed. Terrisca had neglected to mention that her outdoors organization paid<\/em> said [Fishers] to stock the lake up ahead of their groups, and [Trappers] and [Hunters] also made sure there was game to be had. Frankly, if none of the clients bagged a single animal, he, Thift, would conclude it was because they were both blind and<\/em> deaf.<\/p>\n But it would be fun. Terrisca let the clients go. Some instantly scattered, heading towards their designated hunting spots. A few looked quite sharp. Thift, the seasoned [Hunter], had to admit that the pair of Gnolls with hunting spears might actually bring down some of the deer scattered around the area.<\/p>\n \u201cThere, you see, Thift? That trio looks like they\u2019ve hunted before.\u201d<\/p>\n As the employees of Pallass Hunting, the company that ran this outdoors experience, relaxed and fielded a few questions from their clients, Terrisca murmured to Thift. The male Gnoll growled very quietly so no one but his coworkers would hear him. He nodded at the trio of two Drakes and a Gnoll who were moving in a single line towards a forest.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll admit, they can move quietly. But if they catch a deer, it\u2019s only because they\u2019re fenced into our \u2018outdoor\u2019 area.\u201d<\/p>\n Terrisca cuffed Thift on the shoulder lightly.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t spoil their fun. They\u2019ve paid up and it beats having to track one for miles. Most of these Gnolls and Drakes have jobs and don\u2019t want to travel into the real wilderness.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know, I know.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift sighed. This was his second year working the spring-summer job with Pallass Hunting, and he couldn\u2019t say that it was a bad job. He only had to stand around and give advice to rookies. Terrisca, who\u2019d recruited him, grinned.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t be sour. And remember\u2014smile<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will!\u201d<\/p>\n Thift glowered back at his second-cousin. He shifted as all four employees saw someone heading their way.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me! Terribly sorry\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n Terrisca waved at one of the Drakes whom they\u2019d escorted here a few days ago. Thift eyed the anxious Drake, and he caught the distinct odor of bad feces on the wind. He coughed.<\/p>\n \u201cPhew. What did they eat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing digested.\u201d<\/p>\n One of the other Gnolls complained. They were used to bad scents, but even so\u2014someone had had a very<\/em> bad time. Thift listened as Terrisca talked to the anxious Drake, but he didn\u2019t catch what they were saying. Terrisca spoke\u2014then hurried back.<\/p>\n \u201cZeky. Barra. I need you to follow this Drake and help her and her group.\u201d<\/p>\n The other two Gnolls looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n Thift hadn\u2019t smelled blood, but the Drake woman was clearly in distress. Terrisca grimaced as she explained.<\/p>\n \u201cThis Drake\u2019s group\u2014they were fishing and hunting and caught enough game and fish, yes? But they must not have been as experienced as they said. They\u2014get this\u2014they ate their game without gutting them and removing the entrails of their kills.\u201d<\/p>\n The other Gnolls gagged.<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean, they ate the stomachs?\u201d<\/p>\n Terrisca nodded. The other three [Hunters] stared at each other. Thift covered his mouth. Terrisca poked Barra as the other Gnoll\u2019s shoulders began to shake.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t laugh! She can hear you!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut that\u2019s\u2014what did they eat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGrass from the stomachs of the grazers. And they were fishing with some of our bait. The hairy caterpillars.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd they didn\u2019t notice?\u201d<\/p>\n The other [Hunters] were in the middle of concealed hilarity. Thift saw the concerned Drake shifting from foot to foot. Terrisca\u2019s lips twitched.<\/p>\n \u201cThey made a stew, apparently. Now they\u2019re all having trouble. Zeky, Barra, give them something and show them how to clean their kills.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAw, Terrisca! The smell\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMake sure they dispose of their waste too. No arguing!\u201d<\/p>\n The two other Gnolls groaned, but they loped off towards the female Drake with little grumbling. Incidents like this happened. Even so\u2014Thift and Terrisca waited until everyone was out of earshot, then they began laughing.<\/p>\n \u201cReally? They didn\u2019t know about removing the stomach?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAll Drakes. Remember the group? I bet they\u2019ve hunted, but they\u2019ve always had someone prepare their kills.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift slapped his thighs, chortling. Terrisca had to laugh for a while longer, then she spotted another Gnoll headed their way. No, a pair. This time Thift smelled the tension.<\/p>\n \u201cOops. Looks like a hunting area dispute.\u201d<\/p>\n The female Gnoll sighed. That was another common issue where the would-be hunters got on each other\u2019s nerves. They had a wide hunting area, but even so, Gnolls could be territorial when they were in the mood, and greenhorns even more so. She waved at Thift.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re off in an hour. I\u2019ll help you get as many complaints settled. Then you\u2019re alone for the day.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, joy.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift sighed, but he relaxed near the two wagons that had brought everyone from Pallass. He\u2019d set up his camp later. It wouldn\u2019t be hard to get something to eat in these woods. Hopefully, no one would put an arrow through anyone else and he\u2019d have a quiet night relaxing.<\/p>\n The Gnoll [Hunter] was thoughtfully thinking of what he wanted to eat tonight\u2014he\u2019d brought a number of spices to make any game he caught really pop\u2014when he saw another<\/em> client headed his way. With a sigh, Thift propelled himself up. Then he paused.<\/p>\n \u201cAh. Her.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll grimaced. He spotted the young Human woman from afar. Thift sniffed the air, but he didn\u2019t smell any trouble coming from her. Nevertheless, he trotted towards her.<\/p>\n She was a problematic client, in the usual lineup Thift got working his job. Not because the young woman had been trouble the last two weeks she\u2019d been here. But she worried Thift.<\/p>\n Because she was Human. It was just\u2026Humans weren\u2019t clients of Pallass Hunting. It was usually City Gnolls, and Drakes who were either significant others of Gnolls or wanted the same experience. Thift had been worried a Human would starve to death or do something incredibly stupid that would give their company a bad name. But apparently she was here on invitation by the owners of Tails and Scales, and Pallass Hunting wasn\u2019t about to refuse such big-name clients.<\/p>\n \u201cAnything wrong, Miss Solstice? How can we help you today?\u201d<\/p>\n Thift smiled as the young woman approached. He looked her up and down, but she really seemed okay. No\u2014wait\u2014he smelled a faint odor of blood. Was she hurt? But the young woman gave him a smile.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? No, I\u2019m fine. I\u2019m actually done, so I thought I\u2019d head back.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift paused.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are? I mean\u2014how long have you been out here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Two weeks?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTwo weeks?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The [Hunter] blinked. That was long, even for his most adventurous clients! But now he thought about it\u2026he had<\/em> dropped her off two weeks ago! He hadn\u2019t seen her since. He gave the young woman another look, this time of grudging respect.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t seem malnourished. Thift coughed and gestured to the wagons.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, we are all set to return within the hour, Miss Solstice. Do you have all of your equipment? Were there any incidents? I trust you enjoyed yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Oh, yeah. I have the bag of holding right here. And I had a good time. Yeah. I was just fishing. I did some hunting, but I missed most of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally? That is a shame. If you\u2019d like, I can run you through basic game hunting.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift gingerly offered, but the young woman waved it away. She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cNah. I was just throwing rocks. I have [Unerring Aim], but those darn rabbits are fast!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAh. A very handy Skill. But rookie hunters usually forget to aim for where the target will<\/em> be. You will almost always hit your mark, but you still must aim for the right spot.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll smiled encouragingly. What was this Human\u2019s first name again? Something Solstice. She shrugged, unconcerned.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. But I felt bad for the bunnies. I was mainly fishing. It was relaxing, since there\u2019s lots of fish. And none of them have huge, sharp teeth.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift had to pause again.<\/p>\n \u201cThere are fish with teeth where you live, Miss?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh yeah. Huge ones. And they jump at your face if you get too close to them. Total jerks. Huge. Like this big.\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll stared at the young woman. He wanted to believe she was doing the classic exaggeration of the size of the fish, but she looked genuinely serious.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere do you come from, Miss Solstice?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCall me Erin. And I\u2019m from Liscor, originally.\u201d<\/p>\n She gave him a smile. Thift did a double-take and eyed her.<\/p>\n \u201cLiscor? Well, that is far off. I hear it\u2019s very\u2026rustic.\u201d<\/p>\n Wasn\u2019t there a magical connection to Liscor these days? Thift had heard the rumor, but he hadn\u2019t considered going himself. There was hunting, apparently, but he\u2019d been told there were too many Shield Spider nests and giant crabs to make it worth hunting some Razorbeaks. But the young woman nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cOh yeah, it\u2019s nice. But I couldn\u2019t ever do this around Liscor. Too many monsters, y\u2019know? A Rock Crab would sneak up on me as I slept and kill me. This was fun.\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled again. Thift saw her look past him, towards Terrisca. The other Gnoll was waving at Thift and pointing. She probably had to sort out the dispute. He waved back, and turned to Erin Solstice.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I am delighted to know you\u2019ve fared so well, Miss Erin. If you enjoyed yourself, please recommend us to, ah, your friends in Liscor. Pallass Hunting is here to give the real wildlife experience.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will! And it was great.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin Solstice smiled. But Thift felt embarrassed giving the canned line to her. Rock Crabs? He looked at her and caught the distinct odor of grilled fish. She didn\u2019t look ill, so she must have prepared her catch properly too.<\/p>\n \u201cIf I may speak candidly, Miss Erin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHm? Oh yeah, sure. What\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at him. Thift coughed, embarrassed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m surprised that a Human is so adept at living on their own. Are you a [Hunter], by any chance?\u201d<\/p>\n She looked a bit embarrassed and pleased at the question.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, me? Nah, I\u2019m an [Innkeeper].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAn [Innkeeper]?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Thift stared at her. Erin flapped one hand vaguely.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, but on holiday. Don\u2019t worry, I knew what\u2019s what. Hey, did you hear about that group that ate their fish without gutting them? Ick. I only did that twice. And you can<\/em> eat entrails, if you clean \u2018em. Obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cObviously. And er, you\u2019ve had an easy time skinning and preparing your game? We do have some clients who don\u2019t do well with blood. But if you have any pelts, Pallass Hunting can sell whatever you\u2019ve got.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally? Well, I ruined the rabbit I caught. My knife was too sharp, so it kept going through the skin. See?\u201d<\/p>\n She showed him the knife at her side. It was a kitchen knife, nothing like what Thift carried. But the edge\u2014the Gnoll was about to test it, but Erin\u2019s warning made him look twice.<\/p>\n \u201cThat is a wicked edge.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight? And it hasn\u2019t even grown dull. Well, I had to use one of the knives you guys gave me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho made this blade? It\u2019s very impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n Thift stared at the gleaming metal. Erin laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cThat? It was sharpened by Lorent. You know him?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course. I go to him for some of my sharpening. But the blacksmith? I don\u2019t see a signature, but it\u2019s clearly a master\u2019s work\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, it was made by Pelt.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Hunter] nearly dropped the blade.<\/p>\n \u201cPelt? You mean, the<\/em> Pelt? The Dwarf?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYup.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin took the knife back as Thift stared at her. This time the [Hunter] looked Erin Solstice up and down. Not as a strange Human but fully. He saw the way she stood. Smelled the faint blood on her hands. And from somewhere else. But mostly, he looked at her. She smiled at him, but the smile was\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cAre the wagons going straight back to Pallass?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Miss. Directly\u2014we may have to take on the sick group, but we will try to put them in a separate wagon. Downwind. Oh, and may I take your bag of holding? If you have any personal possessions\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m good. Just my knife. Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n They fussed for a big as she turned over the bag of holding that Pallass Hunting had provided, then Erin jerked her thumb over her shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks. I\u2019ll go wait over by the wagons if that\u2019s cool? Not the sick ones. This was fun. Thanks. Thift, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Thift nodded. Wait, she remembered his name? He saw Erin wander over to the wagons as more Gnolls and Drakes, done with their own time hunting, wandered back. Some looked fed up, others exhilarated by their experience. They boarded the wagons as Terrisca and the other [Hunters] came back. Thift remained as people boarded the wagons, chattering, showing off skinned pelts or trophies.<\/p>\n Erin Solstice stood alone. She smiled and chatted with some of the Drakes and Gnolls who approached her in much the same way Thift did, but she had no group. And when no one was approaching her\u2026she looked lost, standing there. Staring at her hands. At Pallass.<\/p>\n \u201cLast call! We are headed back to Pallass!\u201d<\/p>\n Terrisca called out. Erin Solstice started and headed to one of the wagons. Thift couldn\u2019t help it. He trotted after her.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Solstice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHuh? Oops, did I forget anything? Wait. Am I tipping? Is that a thing?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin Solstice fumbled for her belt. Thift stopped her, even though he\u2019d never turn down a tip\u2014which he\u2019d never actually gotten.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I\u2019m sorry, Miss Solstice. It\u2019s just\u2026I wanted to ask something.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin turned to him with a smile. But\u2014Thift looked at her face.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t believe you had an enjoyable time with Pallass Hunting, did you, Miss Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n She paused. And Thift saw her smile fade. Erin glanced towards the wagons, and then nodded at him.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe not. But it was what I needed. It was nice, Mister Thift. But it\u2019s time to go back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLast call!\u201d<\/p>\n She paused, and then turned away. Thift saw her board a wagon as a pair of Gnolls gave her a paw up. Erin sat on the wagon and turned back. She waved as the wagons drove off. But Thift kept watching. And, too late, he wondered who she was. Each of his clients had a story. But Erin\u2019s was one Thift would have liked to know. He saw the young woman disappear, heading back towards Pallass. And Thift thought he would have liked to hear her laugh.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Erin Solstice\u2019s ride back to Pallass was smooth. Drakes and Gnolls chattered around her, but she tuned them out. She sat in the summer\u2019s warmth, staring over the side of the wagon.<\/p>\n And she saw the land around Pallass. It wasn\u2019t what she had imagined. Similar, but so different from Celum. From Earth.<\/p>\n Erin saw a Drake [Farmer]. Just\u2026tilling a field. It was strangely normal, seeing him working with a hat on, and clothing that, while not as iconic as the farmer\u2019s from Erin\u2019s world, were similar in function.<\/p>\n She watched. She listened. And she saw. Differences. Like how the farm had a windmill, and how it was partially irrigated as the wagons crossed over a river. But she saw more.<\/p>\n It was so peaceful, here. There were no monsters. The land around Pallass was like Earth in that there was safety. The Walled City kept away threats. There was no walking into a Shield Spider nest if you strayed outside the city. The worst the clients of the Pallass Hunting experience faced was bad poops.<\/p>\n Thift\u2019s question to Erin stayed with her as she rode. She wondered what the Gnoll thought of her, to ask that question. She wasn\u2019t sad, but guilty. But she couldn\u2019t have explained that to him in the brief window of time she\u2019d had before getting on the wagon.<\/p>\n Erin was thinking. She was thinking of the rabbit she\u2019d killed two days ago. She\u2019d killed it, and then stared at it. She hadn\u2019t wept for the rabbit, barely grown. Did that mean she was jaded? But she\u2019d eaten it. She might have been horrified at the idea before coming to this world.<\/p>\n Now, Erin thought it was fine. She\u2019d killed an innocent creature, but she\u2019d eaten it. If she hadn\u2019t eaten it, she\u2019d be a monster. No, that wasn\u2019t right. But you had to eat what you killed. Just like these Gnolls and Drakes\u2014they enjoyed hunting, but they ate what they killed. And that was a kind of fair. But this was for their own enjoyment.<\/p>\n There was no right answer, but Erin was thinking. What did the rabbit think before she hit it with the rock? What did Thift think about his job? What did he think of her?<\/p>\n She wanted to know. That was what Erin realized. She wanted to know, to reach into the Gnoll\u2019s head and figure out what he thought of her. And she would have liked to talk to him. To know\u2026<\/p>\n More. Erin had a perverse thought\u2014there was a skeleton trapped in everyone. But was the skeleton laughing or crying? What did people\u2019s inner skeleton say? Did she know anyone\u2019s inner skeleton?<\/p>\n Montressa du Valeross was still around Liscor. No, she and Beza and Palt had taken Isceil\u2019s body south through Pallass\u2019 door. But they might be back now. Erin thought of Palt.<\/p>\n \u201cStoner Centaur dude.\u201d<\/p>\n But wasn\u2019t that the same as saying \u2018my stupid undead skeleton, Toren\u2019? Didn\u2019t that trivialize him? Erin closed her eyes. And she thought that summed up her conclusion over two weeks.<\/p>\n She was good at maneuvering people. Like chess pieces. But had Erin ever stopped and asked what the pieces on the chess board thought?<\/p>\n \u201cWell, no. They\u2019re chess pieces. But people\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n One of the Gnolls looked at her oddly. Erin smiled, and wondered what she thought. She didn\u2019t really want to know. Erin wasn\u2019t interested in everyone\u2019s personal life story. But maybe if she and that Gnoll got to talking, she\u2019d find out more.<\/p>\n Erin had lots of friends. But sometimes, she felt like she was the shallow one. Her life intersected with so many people and Erin knew only a few of them deeply. She knew Relc\u2019s past, but she didn\u2019t know more than what she\u2019d heard. She knew Klbkch was known as Klbkch the Slayer, but she had never asked him about it.<\/p>\n Erin felt shallow. She felt different. She wanted to\u2026change. At least a little bit. But she didn\u2019t know how. She looked up at Pallass as the swift-moving wagons carried them back.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll be different. A little bit. I have to be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s right. It\u2019s a changing experience, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin looked around. The female Gnoll nodded solemnly at her. She smiled at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was your first hunt, wasn\u2019t it? I shot my first deer. Skinned, cooked, and ate it. I have the pelt\u2014I\u2019ll turn it into something. It felt good. Connecting with my ancestral roots. Life changing.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded solemnly. Erin stared at her, and then nodded as well. She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah. It was deep.\u201d<\/p>\n The female Gnoll nodded wisely and sat back. And Erin Solstice turned her head up to the sky and thought. You never really knew anyone in this world, did you? How could you?<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n Ninth Floor. The [Smiths] of Pallass were already hard at work. The forges rang as the day opened. On lower floors, people could hear the distant ringing sounds. And if you lived under the forges, you simply had to invest in a few good silencing spells. For in the City of Invention, the forges never stopped.<\/p>\n Literally. The smiths working the vast forges that gave Pallass its reputation for good, quality steel worked day and night. They started their day in the forge and didn\u2019t leave until the sun had long since sunk past Pallass\u2019 walls. Sometimes, not even when the moon was high overhead. And there were always night shifts, [Farriers] making emergency shoes, sudden requests from the [Engineers] for a \u2018gear\u2019, or even more outlandish things.<\/p>\n But that was Pallass. Of the six Walled Cities, Pallass was spontaneity and change. The [Alchemists] came up with new potions, the [Engineers] had built the elevators that carried goods from floor to floor. And someone was always coming up with something new.<\/p>\n Like the Gnoll that kept jumping off the walls. People called him the Flying Gnoll, or \u2018that idiot with the wings\u2019. Since he didn\u2019t fly so much as fall each attempt. But he was an example of what made Pallass\u2026Pallass. A character.<\/p>\n And if the Flying Gnoll was a face that defined Pallass, another one was the grumpy Dwarf named Pelt. He stumbled into his forge late morning, badly hung over.<\/p>\n \u201cApprentice! Apprentice!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n A Drake was waiting for him. Whether Pelt knew her actual name was debatable, although she was his one apprentice, unlike Maughin\u2019s team of journeymen-smiths and apprentices. The Dullahan was already hard at work making new steel and equipment. And the famed [Armorer] was hard at work himself.<\/p>\n Forging a flail, of all things. It didn\u2019t suit Maughin the Armorer, who made\u2026armor, but everyone on the ninth knew it was for his romantic interest that had sparked scandal and rumor across Pallass\u2019 Dullahan community. He was dating a Selphid.<\/em> Imagine! Jelaqua of the Halfseekers.<\/p>\n Pelt didn\u2019t care, although he spared one glare for Maughin delicately forging links of chain for the flail. He glared at everything. The Dwarf [Smith] was as renowned in his own way as the Flying Gnoll of Pallass.<\/p>\n This is what people said of Pallass\u2019 [Smiths]. There used to be two other masters. Drakes, but Salazsar stole one of them, the greedy lizards. And the other one, Old Quaiss, he was a master<\/em>. But he died. Terrible tragedy, but he was old. Now, the two new best [Smiths] are Maughin and Pelt. Maughin\u2019s lower-leveled, but he does quality work. You want reliable steel you can enchant? You go to Maughin.<\/p>\n But if you want genius, you go to Pelt. If the Dwarf\u2019s in a good mood, he\u2019ll make you something unsurpassed. But that\u2019s as rare as a Dullahan smiling; otherwise you\u2019re throwing gold at a cat.<\/p>\n That was the catch. For all of it, Pelt didn\u2019t lack for work. And his apprentice hurried over to him.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s that sword you were commissioned to make, Master Pelt. And one of the new gears.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Shut up! My head hurts.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt swiped at his apprentice, hunting for his hammer. She scurried out of his way and Maughin shot Pelt a glare over his forge. It was by design he and Pelt normally forged next to each other. Maughin wasn\u2019t happy about the drunk Dwarf being his company, but lesser [Smiths] found Pelt even harder to abide because the Dwarf could and did sneer at lesser smithing. More than one time the Watch had been forced to break up fights that Pelt had started with his insults.<\/p>\n \u201cAnother damn gear? What do they want now?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis is the shape, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt stared at the convoluted gear with tons of tiny teeth and an odd central space shaped like an \u2018s\u2019. It was tricky\u2014and even more oddly, square.<\/p>\n \u201cMore experiments. It\u2019s not gonna turn properly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe [Engineers] are paying, Master. They say the teeth cannot<\/em> snap\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen get some other [Smith] to do it and enchant it!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf snapped at his apprentice. She winced.<\/p>\n \u201cApparently it needs to be very strong, Master. So they need the highest grade enchantment\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She got no further because Pelt clutched at his head.<\/p>\n \u201cFine. Fine!<\/em> Shut up and start the forge fire. I\u2019ll make it. Get me my billets.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake hurried around the forge as Pelt finally found his hammer. The Dwarf sat, cradling his head, while she brought out the steel and started the fire, shoveling charcoal into the custom-made furnaces that were part of Pallass\u2019 genius.<\/p>\n The other part was obviously the steel. The forges of Pallass produced excellent blades, of course, but half of being a [Smith] was just making the very metals they forged into shape. In fact, you could argue that shaping metal was only an afterthought. If the steel wasn\u2019t good, what was the point of taking it to a hammer?<\/p>\n But Pallass was known for its steel. And it churned out much of the quality steel that armed Drakes across southern Izril. It imported ores from its mines along the High Passes, and the steel was good. But Pelt never used any of the cheap steel provided to the [Smiths].<\/p>\n He made his own. In fact, the Dwarf was obsessed with the purity of his metals. It was a known fact. He\u2019d discard steel that other smiths would happily use, steel that was far purer than even Pallass\u2019 best products. The Dwarf was a master among masters, but he had so many faults that it was no wonder that Maughin was considered the better choice and received orders from [Generals] and rich clients far more often than Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat shall we begin with today, Master?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Who\u2019s paying us more?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe sword, Master.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen the sword. Get me steel in the furnace.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt waved his hammer. Obligingly, his apprentice put steel in the forge. Pelt closed his eyes. But then he opened them. The Dwarf\u2019s eyes fixed on the fire his apprentice had just started in his furnace. And he stopped.<\/p>\n It was another day in Pallass. And there should have been nothing interesting\u2014except whether Pelt would actually swing his hammer or just boss his Drake apprentice around all day. But something happened.<\/p>\n It was just one face in millions. A silent figure, waiting at one of the gates aboard a pair of wagons populated mostly by Gnolls and a pair of Drakes. A young Human woman, staring at her hands and thinking. But it mattered. For Pelt stared at his flames and paused.<\/p>\n \u201cApprentice.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaster?\u201d<\/p>\n She started, looking up guiltily from cleaning the forge. Pelt was exacting about cleanliness in his forge as well. The Dwarf rounded on her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you do to the fire?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothing, Master.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t put anything into the charcoal? Let me see.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt pushed past her as she offered him the charcoal, wondering what she\u2019d done wrong. He inspected the black charcoal, split two open with his fingers. Then he looked around.<\/p>\n \u201cNot my fire. But where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat, Master?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf didn\u2019t answer. After a second of looking around he strode out of the forge.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething\u2019s off. Oi. Maughin!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He bellowed at the Dullahan. The huge [Armorer] paused as he brought his hammer down.<\/p>\n \u201cPelt. What\u2019s troubling you?\u201d<\/p>\n Today<\/em> was the unspoken addition to Maughin\u2019s question. Pelt ignored the tone of the Dullahan\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you using something different in your forge today? Salt? Something from those [Alchemists]?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf pointed his hammer at Maughin. The Dullahan paused. He frowned past Pelt at the Drake apprentice. She spread her claws helplessly as Pelt glared. Maughin shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m using the same forge I always have. No magic.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt, scowling, looked around. He paused. Stared at his forge fire.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is?\u201d<\/p>\n Maughin stared at Pelt, bewildered by the Dwarf\u2019s antics. Pelt didn\u2019t reply. He glared around, and then snorted. He stomped back into the forge without another word.<\/p>\n \u201cMaster? Is everything alright?\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake apprentice looked at Pelt worriedly. He stared at the steel heating in the fire. Then he tossed his hammer down.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t feel like hammering a damn sword for some Drake fool today. You do it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut Master Pelt\u2014!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo it!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf snapped at the Drake. He stomped off. Maughin glared at Pelt\u2019s back and gave the Drake apprentice a sympathetic look. She wavered, but then snatched up the tongs and checked the steel in the forge anxiously. And Pelt took an undeserved break. The Dwarf stomped over to a corner of the forge and dragged something out.<\/p>\n One of the unique items Pelt\u2019s apprentice had to relocate every time they changed locations was a chair. A sling chair, to be precise. It was more like a bench than a chair. Made up of crossed legs and a stretched canvas top, it was simple in design. However, this one was unique in that the frame was made of steel. Pelt had forged it himself on a whim.<\/p>\n Light, sturdy, and not really the kind of thing you wanted in a forge, even if only the stretched hide was flammable. But Pelt kept it around. Now, he lay down on it, grabbed a pair of gloves, and put them over his eyes. He could stretch out fully on the chair without issue. The Dwarf sagged backwards, already dozing.<\/p>\n Some of the other [Smiths] who could see Pelt glared at the Dwarf. A Gnoll [Blacksmith] paused in hammering and glared at the Dwarf as his apprentice did the job that was Pelt\u2019s responsibility.<\/p>\n \u201cThat damn Dwarf doesn\u2019t deserve his place on this floor.\u201d<\/p>\n It was a sentiment shared by many. Pelt was making his apprentice do work he\u2019d promised to do himself! It was an open secret. Just look at him, sleeping away!<\/p>\n That was Pelt. The disgracefully unsurpassed drunkard of the ninth. He was indeed lazy. And rude. And ill-tempered. And napping while his apprentice anxiously took the steel billet out and placed it on the anvil. He could sleep even with the forges ringing around him.<\/p>\n But he was listening. As the young Drake began hammering, she began stretching out the heated metal, attempting to forge out the rough shape of the sword before it would be quenched, tempered, ground to sharpness, the edge honed\u2026oh, and a handle constructed, fitted, and the countless other little details that made a blade even usable.<\/p>\n She was good\u2014good enough that she could take over for her master. But obviously, far from a master herself. The other [Smiths] believed, rightly, that she\u2019d never make a sword of the quality that Pelt had promised, thus disgracing the Dwarf further, if that were possible. But that was only her alone.<\/p>\n As the Drake hammered the metal thinner and thinner, trying to keep it even and straight, Pelt spoke up about twenty minutes into the hammering.<\/p>\n \u201cToo thin halfway up the blade. Start over.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake started. The Dwarf never moved from his comatose spot. Nor did he adjust the gloves over his eyes. But\u2014she looked down at her steel. And she saw that the middle was indeed too thin.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry, Master\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cToss it.\u201d<\/p>\n Blushing and ashamed, the Drake dropped the steel next to the anvil. She grabbed another billet of prepared steel and tossed it into the forge to heat. She could see Maughin looking at her sympathetically. He must have thought she\u2019d caught her own mistake. He glared at Pelt. But the apprentice was relieved.<\/p>\n Her name was Emessa, a fact which she sometimes wondered if Pelt knew. He just called her \u2018apprentice\u2019, like the last six apprentices he\u2019d had over the past year. She was the longest to work under him by far. But who cared about Emessa? What secrets did she have?<\/p>\n A few. If you looked, if you cared, and if you asked her, Emessa might tell you more than you expected. For instance, the reason why she worked for her ill-tempered boss wasn\u2019t what most would expect.<\/p>\n She\u2019d received offers from other [Smiths], including Maughin himself to take on her apprenticeship, but turned them all down. Emessa knew that her fellow apprentices didn\u2019t understand why she\u2019d work for the infamous Pelt, and she got a lot of questions whenever they talked. But they didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n In a way, being Pelt\u2019s apprentice was the most comforting position to be in, for Emessa at least. As she heated the steel, the Drake anxiously checked the temperature, trying to eyeball the proper temperature to beat it into shape at. Too cool and she\u2019d begin to crack the blade as she worked. Too hot, and the steel would scale over too fast, form crystals, and just waste time.<\/p>\n Emessa had completed the basics of her apprenticeship, but on this summer day it was harder to identify the proper color. She risked taking the steel out and gave it a few strikes with the hammer. But before her third one even landed she heard a bark from behind her.<\/p>\n \u201cNot hot enough. Heat it properly. <\/em>Six more minutes!\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt\u2019s growled voice made Emessa start. She put the metal back in the fire. And that was the thing. He might be lazy, grumpy, and rude, but Pelt was still\u2026Pelt.<\/em><\/p>\n He was a Dwarf. But even among Dwarves, Pelt was a master. He could uncover flaws in metal just by sight alone, even when it was covered by scaling. He knew when metal was too hot to quench, too thin\u2014Emessa couldn\u2019t count how many blades he\u2019d made her scrap for some slight imperfection.<\/p>\n And he could monitor her even with his eyes closed. She\u2019d tried to figure out if he peeked, but as far as she could tell, he didn\u2019t. He could just hear<\/em> her mistakes.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry, Master.\u201d<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t respond. And he wouldn\u2019t until she made another mistake. But that was why Emessa loved being his apprentice. It was so\u2026<\/p>\n Easy. She didn\u2019t have to worry about the quality of her blade, just making mistakes. If Pelt didn\u2019t snarl at her and tell her to start over, by the time Emessa finished a blade, it would be as good as Maughin\u2019s work. She would know <\/em>the steel had been heat-treated perfectly, know it had no imperfections. What a relief!<\/p>\n That was the nightmare of every apprentice\u2014no, every [Blacksmith] in existence. That there was some hidden flaw they couldn\u2019t see. But only Emessa lived without it. Because Pelt made almost no mistakes, or if they were there, they were microscopic fractures. He had a problem with anything short of perfection, but Emessa would take near-perfection.<\/p>\n \u201cMaster?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa took the steel out of the fire after six minutes and began hammering. Pelt listened, his eyes closed. He might snap her blade even after she\u2019d finished it, for a slight flaw, a delamination in the metal or an improper heat-treatment. In that case, Emessa would just start over. She\u2019d level up. And she\u2019d learn, and she\u2019d earn the pittance Pelt paid her. It was fine by her.<\/p>\n And he\u2014Emessa knew her master. He was always like this. Even when he was in the mood to forge, he seldom did it with anything more than desultory effort. He was always like this; making quality with ease, but with the barest of effort to pay for his livelihood. Never more than that.<\/p>\n Never\u2026Emessa paused. The rhythm of her hammer striking steel, striking anvil, then striking steel faltered. Pelt swore at her and she hurriedly resumed the rhythm. The Drake was thinking, though.<\/p>\n Sometimes Pelt was in a good mood. And then he created masterpieces. Emessa had seen him do it twice. No\u2014three times. She remembered when he\u2019d forged the kitchen knife for that Human girl. She remembered the perfection in the way he\u2019d shaped metal, faster than any smith, better than Maughin himself.<\/p>\n And the ending. Pelt, staggering away from a blade with the smallest of cracks. A tiny imperfection in the steel had caused him to flee his forge as if ghosts haunted it. And he hadn\u2019t come back for four days. Emessa had been forced to drag him to work after he\u2019d drunk enough to be thrown out of eight different pubs.<\/p>\n Something had happened with Pelt, long ago. He was paranoid of flaws in his steel. Something had broken her ill-tempered master. And Emessa, like a [Smith], wondered if the flaw had gone to the very core of Pelt\u2019s being. If you could even fix what was wrong with him or if he was damaged beyond repair.<\/p>\n The Drake\u2019s hammer hit the metal harder. Emessa\u2019s sinewy arms moved, striking harder. Fine, then! Let the other smiths mock him. And let the apprentices scorn her. They didn\u2019t see Pelt for what he was. And they didn\u2019t understand how Emessa adored her master.<\/p>\n There they were, then. A Drake girl too afraid to be her own [Smith] and a lazy master. No\u2014a broken one. They complemented each other.<\/p>\n \u201cOh no.\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa messed up again as she forged the tip. She\u2019d gotten too excited, thinned out the tip of the sword. She stared at the piece. Normally she could thin the blade, snap the tip off and shape a new one, but she knew Pelt would break the blade before he let her do that. A sword must be sturdy as well as light! Sadly, she cast the steel to the ground. They\u2019d repurpose it, at least. She turned for a third billet, wincing, waiting for Pelt to curse her out\u2014<\/p>\n And stopped. She saw the Dwarf, heavier set than a Human man and shorter too, about five foot four, staring at the furnace\u2019s flames. He looked up, looked straight through Emessa.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Master. The tip\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf [Smith] ignored her. He turned back to the fire. He was staring into the heart of the forge.<\/p>\n \u201cThe fire\u2019s all wrong today.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaster?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf was staring into the heat. Emessa copied him, wondering what he was seeing that she couldn\u2019t. The flames were hot enough to bring steel to forging temperatures quickly. But Pelt was staring at something she couldn\u2019t sense.<\/p>\n \u201cIs Xif doing something? No. No, it\u2019s magic.<\/em> One of those [Mages]? No. Something\u2014a Skill.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaster? Is something wrong with the fire?\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head. The Dwarf\u2019s beard moved as he murmured.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething\u2026feh. It\u2019s her<\/em> again. Feels like it.\u201d<\/p>\n So saying, he stared down at something, straight through the forge floor. The bewildered Drake stared at Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt started. He looked around as if he was only now realizing he was talking to Emessa. Then he stared at her sword.<\/p>\n \u201cYou thinned the tip? You idiotic clod!\u201d<\/p>\n His roar drowned out the other forges. Emessa winced, but she was at least on solid ground now.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Master Pelt. I\u2019ll start over.\u201d<\/p>\n She had the steel billet of metal ready to go a third time, but Pelt shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cLeave it. And bring me the mithril!\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa gaped at him. But then she dashed for Pelt\u2019s bag of holding, which held many precious tools of his trade, including some of the metal he used. She saw Maughin\u2019s head rise from his anvil; the Dullahan had good ears and Pelt, like any [Smith], shouted above the din.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s the type of sword I\u2019m supposed to make?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA basket-hilt, Master.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCavalry? Or just a damn showoff?\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt growled. The basket-hilted sword was a sword with a guard shaped like a basket, to protect the hand. It was a sword used for cutting and thrusting that [Riders] liked to use in the military. Emessa hurried back with something in her claws.<\/p>\n What she and Maughin saw was a glow brighter than silver. A beautiful square of metal, rounded at the edges, came out of a cloth wrapping. Emessa\u2019s breath caught, and a few [Smiths] who\u2019d heard Pelt stared.<\/p>\n This was the other reason she worked for him. Because Pelt, of the few smiths in Pallass, perhaps the world, could work more than just varieties of steel. The mithril shone in Emessa\u2019s claws, unbelievably light. And hard<\/em>. The metal was legendary. Pelt stared at it and flicked it with one finger. He was not impressed.<\/p>\n \u201cThis all we have? It\u2019s not even pure! It\u2019s an alloy. Well, I need an alloy, but\u2026did we buy this crap?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, Master. You made it.\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa reverentially offered it to Pelt. The square wasn\u2019t that large; mithril was expensive. In fact, Emessa was worried on seeing it because there wasn\u2019t much. Pelt stared at the metal. He didn\u2019t handle it with care. He grabbed it, and tapped it on the anvil. The metal rang, a pure note like a bell. The Dwarf peered at it.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t remember. When\u2019d I make this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen you were drunk, master.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf paused. He eyed the block of metal.<\/p>\n \u201cFine. There\u2019s enough for an edge. Which is what I was probably intending\u2026what\u2019d I put in this? Not wolfram. Dwarfsteel\u2014?\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa listened sharply. Pelt tapped the metal with his hammer, trying to figure out what he\u2019d done to it. She wanted to know too; he hadn\u2019t taught her how to refine mithril. This metal, like so many in his collection, he\u2019d made in secret. Moreover, he was talking in code as he guessed at the composition of this particular bit of mithril.<\/p>\n Dwarfsteel was an alloy. That much she was certain about; a special alloy made of some unique material that gave Terandrian arms made by the Dwarves their reputation as some of the finest weaponry money could buy. But every smith worth their anvil knew that. Techniques to working metals, forging points\u2014the world of blacksmithing was as competitive and secretive as any royal court.<\/p>\n Knowing Dwarfsteel existed wasn\u2019t huge. Knowledge of how to make it? Pallass would pay a lot for it, but Pelt refused to talk about the metal.<\/p>\n Wolfram now\u2026that was new. Emessa made a tiny note to ask an [Alchemist] about it later, or a [Miner]. She had no idea how it might be used, though, and Pelt knew any number of combinations.<\/p>\n At last, the Dwarf seemed to come to a conclusion. He weighed the metal on the side of his hammer, lifting it up and down, measuring the weight against the weight of pure mithril he must have memorized and eying the color. He snapped his fingers. The pop<\/em> made Emessa jump.<\/p>\n \u201cAh. Aaah. Truegold. Buggering kings, why did I make it with\u2026? A ghost slayer? Huh. Well, it\u2019ll do. This\u2019ll be a fancy magic<\/em> mithril blade. Worth lots of money.\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned then, and Emessa smiled too. Gold was a simple addiction the both of them shared. Just one of Pelt\u2019s masterpieces would put them ahead of all the days when she had to take up his slack.<\/p>\n The Dwarf glanced up.<\/p>\n \u201cSteel.\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa ran for the Dwarf\u2019s supplies. Now he\u2019d decided to work, she did everything in her power to encourage his moment of inspiration. Pelt snatched two stocks of steel from the selection she fanned out for him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re making a sandwich, Master?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c[Cooks] make sandwiches. I\u2019m making a layer weld. Shut up and add more charcoal. This forge needs to be hot to move the damn mithril. Hold on\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf pointed at the bellows.<\/p>\n \u201cThat. Give. And hand me the charcoal.\u201d<\/p>\n When Emessa did, Pelt hurled it into the forge. The fire roared<\/em> and he took the bellows, stoking it with powerful strokes. Emessa backed away. The forge was twice as hot in an instant! He was using a Skill to push the forge far past its intended heat.<\/p>\n \u201cMaster! You\u2019ll crack the forge\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShut up! More charcoal!\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa watched as the fire grew hotter. Pelt was grinning as the flames roared out of the forge.<\/p>\n \u201cMithril needs to be hot. <\/em>Can\u2019t forge it to another substance before it\u2019s damned hot\u2014but it\u2019ll cook lesser metals. Like the steel. So you have to keep a balance. Understand? This is how. You have a second to beat it together.\u201d<\/p>\n He had two flat pieces of steel ready to go. He pointed at them, and Emessa watched. Pelt was a poor teacher, but there was nothing like seeing him work. He turned and roared.<\/p>\n \u201cYou watching, Maughin?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Across the distance, the Dullahan jumped guiltily and missed his swing on his anvil. Pelt laughed derisively\u2014at himself or Maughin, you couldn\u2019t have said\u2014and turned back to the mithril. It was heating up in the blaze and Emessa couldn\u2019t even get close.<\/p>\n \u201cThe tongs\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBe quick!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf flicked the tongs up, grabbed the mithril, and slammed it onto the anvil. The mithril was so hot that Emessa was sure it would melt through<\/em> even the hardened anvil steel\u2014but Pelt was quick! He raised his hammer and brought it down.<\/p>\n And the mithril moved<\/em>. The first impact shook the entire anvil. Emessa swore the huge anvil jumped<\/em>. Pelt growled.<\/p>\n \u201cShould have bolted it to the ground. Lazy\u2014useless\u2014weaklings!\u201d<\/p>\n His hammer fell so fast Emessa couldn\u2019t catch it. A blur\u2014the mithril deformed. She knew what Pelt was doing as he grabbed two bits of iron.<\/p>\n \u201cQuick! Amateurs need time! Mithril isn\u2019t something you play games<\/em> with!\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt efficiently folded the metal, forge-welding the mithril between the plain, but strong steel bars he\u2019d taken out. It was something the Dwarf was known to do\u20143-layer construction of a blade was a technique that put a hard metal \u2018core\u2019 that would become the blade\u2019s edge between two softer, resilient metals that would cushion said edge and give the sword cutting edge while keeping a shock-absorbent spine.<\/p>\n It was a skillful technique, Emessa knew, and one that compensated for a lack of quality material while combining the properties of other metals. And it was even harder since Pelt was forging a sword with edges on two sides, thus with two edges to expose and keep clear of the iron. But she knew that the real reason Pelt used the technique so often was simply that the Dwarf was cheap.<\/p>\n With 3-layer welding, he could sell a blade with a mithril edge and use a fraction of the material. Not that anyone would use a pure mithril blade anyways unless it was a dagger or something\u2014even so.<\/p>\n \u201cCan\u2019t let the steel burn up. Mithril doesn\u2019t crack easy. See?\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt was hammering fast. The mithril was already losing the insane heat it had taken at the start, enough so that the iron was welding to it. He was shaping the blade, the tip, the edges\u2014<\/p>\n In truth, he was nearly done. Aside from moving the mithril at the start, he\u2019d taken three long pieces of metal almost the size of the sword. The trick of tricks had been forge-welding the entire piece without a flaw. And he\u2019d done it so fast!<\/em><\/p>\n Emessa watched, taking as many mental notes as possible as she saw Pelt continue his work. Soon, he had what he wanted; mithril along either edge and an iron core.<\/p>\n \u201cWon\u2019t it deform, master?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe mithril keeps it in shape. Steel\u2019ll probably bend eventually. Who cares? Someone will pay thousands of gold for it. The trick now is quenching the mithril while keeping the middle from melting. Get me clay.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf spoke smugly. Emessa heard a grunt<\/em> from Maughin. Disapproving. As she fumbled for a pot of the clay the Dwarf wanted, she reflected that it would be a trick selling the mithril-and-steel blade. Whoever bought it might not realize that the steel cladding would make the blade weaker. It would have a cutting edge and be light and fast\u2014but it was a skimping use of mithril.<\/p>\n No wonder Maughin disapproved. But there was a saying among Pallass\u2019 smiths: you could criticize a master on their work only if your tongue could keep up with their hammer. And because it was Pelt, even Maughin had to keep silent.<\/p>\n The process of making a sword was involved, but Pelt stopped right after he\u2019d forged the blade to his satisfaction. He held up the sword after he\u2019d done an edge quench of both mithril sides while leaving the steel interior far cooler. The Dwarf eyed the metal and Emessa knew he was seeking any flaw, any weak spot.<\/p>\n She held her breath. If he found even a grain of sand or dirt in the blade, even along the edge, he might snap the blade, or hurl it away. If he did, Emessa hoped he\u2019d leave her something to sell, even if she turned the pieces into a dagger. His forge had expenses after all.<\/p>\n But the Dwarf didn\u2019t break the blade. He grunted, and with a flick, tossed the now-cooled blade onto the anvil. Dismissively. The blade shone<\/em>, and the edges looked like glowing silver. Emessa had never forged a blade half as beautiful. But Pelt looked at it as if it were trash.<\/p>\n \u201cDone. Put a handle on it and do the guard.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaster\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt turned away. As if the beautiful blade he\u2019d worked on was nothing. And\u2014it wasn\u2019t. Emessa looked at her master and saw the Dwarf settle down on the sling-chair. He sighed. Then grinned up at the ceiling.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019ll shut him up. And make sure to raise the price! Triple it and if that Drake won\u2019t pay, find someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa stared at the finished sword. Pelt\u2019s trash. And she looked up and saw Maughin staring at the beautiful sword. Then at his unfinished flail.<\/p>\n That was why Pelt\u2019s apprentices quit. Not just because of his abuse. Any apprentice would suffer the worst of masters to learn secrets of smithing. No, it was the way Pelt could make masterpieces beyond any other smith and still treat them like trash. His contempt for himself and his art<\/em> was what tore your heart to pieces.<\/p>\n Emessa took the half-finished sword. She\u2019d have to sharpen it with a special method, or give it to Lorent. And the handle\u2014she\u2019d do her best, but it would be plain compared to what it deserved. And she had to wonder\u2026would she ever make something so beautiful? Then she looked at Pelt. Her master was snoring.<\/p>\n Could she ever make a blade half as good as something he could toss contemptuously aside? Emessa\u2019s heart hurt. With a bowed head, she began to hunt for metal to make the basket guard. And her master slept, while far below, a young woman rode an elevator and walked randomly around the Walled City of Pallass.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cMonster sighting! North-northwest!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The bellowed word made a Gnoll\u2019s head snap up. On Pallass\u2019 wall, dozens of heads in earshot turned and armed Drakes, Gnolls, Garuda, and<\/em> Dullahans all turned to the shout. But it was a single Gnoll who ran to the shouter.<\/p>\n \u201cReport!\u201d<\/p>\n The Watch Captain on wall-duty for the day was not<\/em> Watch Captain Venim. She was a Gnoll named Rekhassha who had the duty. It was normally light work that involved standing around, not the busier task of managing the affairs of such a huge Walled City. And in fact, Pallass had multiple Watch Captains, unlike smaller cities due to the sheer necessity of it.<\/p>\n Rekhassha skidded to a stop. She snapped at the Garuda pointing at something in the distance. Rekhassha\u2019s eyes were good, but she couldn\u2019t even see what had alarmed the Garuda. She growled.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c[Scout] Sixt, Watch Captain! I spot a large number of shapes headed this way! It\u2019s at the edge of my vision, but whatever it is, they\u2019re large.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Garuda pointed and the Watch Captain fumbled one of the newfangled glass scout-scopes to her eyes. The spyglass, a product of Pallass\u2019 ingenuity, was less costly than a magical artifact, even with the necessity of glass and the construction, but it had flaws. Among them\u2014Rekhassha cursed as she tried to wipe the lens. Some fur-brained idiot had scratched the glass!<\/p>\n \u201cI see it.\u201d<\/p>\n At last, she spotted the distant flight Sixt had pointed out. The Garuda was clearly nervous, although the dots were tiny<\/em> on Rekhassha\u2019s vision. Then she thought about how big something had to be to be visible from that far away. She turned her head and raised her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cDay Strategist requested! North-northwest!\u201d<\/p>\n A Drake came over at a fast trot. The Drake in question was also not Pallass\u2019 sole [Strategist], but simply the one assigned to the walls this morning. He heard out Sixt, but unlike Rekhassha, only nodded calmly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt has to be the Wyvern migration called in by Liscor. I just<\/em> received word from two northern settlements about the sightings. You are aware of the migration, Watch Captain? I sent copies to both Watch Captains on duty.\u201d<\/p>\n He turned a reproving look towards the Gnoll. Rekhassha paused.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t receive the missive, Day Strategist.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked past him as the Drake sniffed disapprovingly. The [Scout], Sixt, looked past both Watch Captain and Day Strategist, pretending not to hear or see them for a moment. Rekhassha didn\u2019t blush, although she knew her fur would cover it if she did.<\/p>\n In theory, Watch Captains were supposed to review any priority-message to Pallass, but they actually came more often than you thought. Jumped-up [Tacticians] could issue one if they saw fit and while a rogue Livingtree was cause for alarm for a small Drake village\u2014no. Not for Pallass.<\/p>\n \u201cI see. Well, the priority message I<\/em> read clearly mentioned a Wyvern weyr heading this way. A quite large one. I shall copy the documents for you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo need, Day Strategist. I shall request a new copy. Which was clearly lost.\u201d<\/p>\n Rekhassha gritted her teeth. She tried not to glare at the Drake [Strategist]. He was going to write her up! For missing one stupid priority message? The Drake pretended not to notice her look.<\/p>\n It was hard rising in the ranks in Pallass as a Gnoll. Not as hard as a Garuda or Dullahan, which was why there was no Watch Captain of either race, but just because she hadn\u2019t completed her training at Manus, <\/em>Rekhassha felt like she got written up twice as often as Venim or the other Drakes.<\/p>\n \u201cWere there any casualties from the weyr\u2019s passing so far, Day Strategist?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNone at all, Watch Captain. Nor do I personally find this flight alarming. We\u2019ll confirm the migratory report, of course. Get me a Garuda [Spotter] or [Scout] with movement and sight Skills. I want an accurate count of the Wyverns.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Strategist] briskly turned to [Scout] Sixt. The Garuda nodded and Watch Captain Rekhassha tried not to glare. The Day Strategist was well within his rights to demand all of it. Even if she<\/em> was in charge overall.<\/p>\n He was just doing his job. She resisted the urge to pick him up and toss him over Pallass\u2019 walls. Instead, Rekhassha turned her attention to the weyr and analyzed it for threats. They were just specks you could only see with a spyglass for now, but there were lots<\/em> of them.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat if they come this way? Shouldn\u2019t we alert the [General]? Prepare the 1st Army\u2026? Or Strategist Chaldion\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The Day Strategist twitched at Chaldion\u2019s name. He swished his tail, and Rekhassha thought she\u2019d insulted his pride by insinuating they go to a superior [Strategist]. He spoke quickly and irritably.<\/p>\n \u201cThere is no need. The situation is under control. I will send an immediate request to mobilize Pallass\u2019 1st and 4th armies. This migration obviously cannot be allowed to settle or roam unchecked. We may bait them with a large herd and attack them while they slumber.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cVery well.\u201d<\/p>\n Rekhassha relented. She folded her arms as Sixt returned with a pair of Garuda. She let the Day Strategist rattle off orders as if she wasn\u2019t there. The Watch Captain turned to Sixt and nodded at the distant Wyverns.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep an eye on them. They\u2019re still an hour away, at least.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAt least, Watch Captain.\u201d<\/p>\n She nodded. Then, annoyed, Rekhassha stomped off to read a damn report about Wyverns. She wasn\u2019t very concerned. Pallass had armies, and the walls. The Wyverns would never get close to the city. But her vacation might get cancelled due to some idiot Drake writing her up!<\/p>\n She wondered what it was like to be a Gnoll in Liscor. Better, perhaps. She heard their Council actually had Gnolls on it. More than just a token few! Imagine! In a Drake city\u2026<\/p>\n Did they need good Watch Captains?<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u2014\u2014<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n \u201cHm. Maybe I should just sneak back through the door. No\u2014wait, that won\u2019t work. Maybe I should get Lasica and Rufelt to come with me. Or Grimalkin. But he\u2019s always like \u2018no, only if you tell me how treadmills work. I\u2019m muscular! Testicles! Blah, blah\u2026\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n Erin Solstice walked through Pallass. Past streets, entire floors built into the side of the Walled City. She walked in the shade, as the higher floors partially blocked out the sun. Thus, Pallass had any number of magical lights providing a second daylight. It was odd, to not see the sky, but a stone ceiling. But people had painted the ceiling!<\/p>\n The eighth floor Erin was doing a slow circuit of was home to the magical door that would bring her to The Wandering Inn and Liscor. But the ninth floor, where the [Smiths] and [Alchemists] worked, lay above it. And so part of the eighth floor was overshadowed by the bottom of the ninth floor, providing welcome shade in the summer.<\/p>\n But also a blank, grey overhead. That had to get depressing. So the colorful illustrations and designs overhead were a delight to see. Erin hadn\u2019t noticed them before; they weren\u2019t all over, but apparently they were drawn by enterprising youths of all species. Gnolls and Drakes would climb up and draw, but it was the Dullahans who could remotely control their body parts and the flying Garuda who were most infamous for it.<\/p>\n Tagging. Graffiti. They were literally doing just that! It wasn\u2019t as bright as some of the graffiti as Erin\u2019s world; the children of Pallass lacked for some of the artificial pigments. But it was no less expressive. Erin saw a few spots that had been clearly painted over, but she saw names, illustrations\u2014<\/p>\n Of magic and monsters. That was the difference. If Earth had graffiti of both outlandish pictures and reality, this world had the same\u2014but reality was strange as fiction. Erin smiled as she saw a stylized Dragon with feathers instead of wings.<\/p>\n \u201cWow. That\u2019s a good artist.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s an eyesore, that\u2019s what.\u201d<\/p>\n Someone muttered as Erin passed by. She eyed the Dullahan who scowled upwards while his body carried his head in a basket. Erin stuck out her tongue at his armored back and winced when she saw his head glaring back at her.<\/p>\n \u201cRude Humans.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sighed. She<\/em> liked the art. But apparently the residents of Pallass regarded it as youthful vandalism. The Watch didn\u2019t get rid of all of the art, though, just the offensive stuff. To Erin, it was like a breath of home.<\/p>\n \u201cHome. I should really go.\u201d<\/p>\n Guiltily, Erin looked across the eighth floor. She\u2019d done one lap around the magical door, then two. She was procrastinating. Avoiding walking through the magic door.<\/p>\n She knew there was no point to it. But Erin was still reluctant to go back. To be part of the celebration that was surely going on at the inn. She wanted to see her friends.<\/p>\n But it was hard to go off holiday. Hard to go back and try to do everything the same. But different. It had to be different, but what was different?<\/em><\/p>\n Her [Garden of Sanctuary]? Erin hadn\u2019t used her Skill yet and she couldn\u2019t imagine what it would be. Or her Skill, [Like Fire, Memory]? Erin had leveled, but she felt less excitement in her Skills. Because at least one was\u2026<\/p>\n Erin cupped her hands together.<\/p>\n \u201cLike fire\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n She tried to conjure a flame. But nothing happened. Thoughtfully, Erin ignored the two Garuda teenagers pointing at her.<\/p>\n \u201cSo it\u2019s all about what I\u2019m remembering, huh? What about\u2014when I had breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n She put her hands together.<\/p>\n \u201cFried fish, fried fish, fried fish\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Nothing. Erin sighed. She folded her arms. Casual memories didn\u2019t work. She probably had to remember something vivid. And right now, she could only remember one thing.<\/p>\n Toren.<\/em><\/p>\n His memory provoked a blue flame. Beautiful, but\u2026Erin hadn\u2019t tried doing anything with it. Looking at it made her too sad. It hurt.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat a lousy Skill. What\u2019s it good for, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin sighed. She was in the dumps. She slapped her cheeks.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright. I\u2019m gonna get back, and smile<\/em>, and I\u2019ll figure it all out! Cheerful! Cheerful! You hear me?\u201d<\/p>\n She shook her fist at the sky. At this, the two Garuda had<\/em> come over.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, Miss Human. Are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n A laughing pair of young male Garuda flew over to her. Erin blinked at their bright plumage. One of them, with a dark black tip on his beak, held out a hand.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you lost? We can show you around.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNah, I\u2019m fine. I\u2019m just practicing a new Skill.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh really?\u201d<\/p>\n The two Garuda looked interested. One of them nudged the other.<\/p>\n \u201cTold you. Hey, Miss Human, show us. This is Weki, and I\u2019m Assaln.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAssaln?\u201d<\/p>\n One of those names did not sound like the other. The Garuda blushed.<\/p>\n \u201cMy parents thought it was better to have a Drake<\/em> name.\u201d<\/p>\n He rolled his eyes along with Weki. Erin smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not bad. My name\u2019s Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey! Can we show you around the city, Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNah, I\u2019m really alright. I\u2019ve got to go home\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, you live here? I haven\u2019t seen you around. And Humans are rare in Pallass! Want to have a drink with us? We know all the sights!\u201d<\/p>\n The two Garuda had a habit of half-flying, half walking. Erin began walking towards one of the staircases, trying to fend them off.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m actually going out of the city\u2014thanks for the invitation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCome on. We don\u2019t get many Humans in Pallass. At least show us your Skill! What are you, a [Cook]? Something to do with fire? A [Smith]?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I\u2019m an [Innkeeper]\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOho!<\/em> Where\u2019s your inn?\u201d<\/p>\n The two Garuda elbowed each other. They were actually getting on Erin\u2019s nerves a bit. She wasn\u2019t used to being flirted with, especially not by two\u2026she had to imagine they were at least two years younger than her. Plus, they were bad at it.<\/p>\n \u201cIn another city. Liscor, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWait, you mean Liscor<\/em>, Liscor? Why don\u2019t we go with you! Through the door! I heard anyone can!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot everyone can.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin found herself on the grand staircase, one of four that let people go between floors traditionally rather than by elevator. Weki looked at his friend.<\/p>\n \u201cWe could go with you. See your inn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think the [Guards] will let you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAs if they could stop us! We\u2019ll just fly through after you, how about that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat sounds\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Incredibly annoying.<\/em> Erin could just imagine the trouble she\u2019d get in with the surly Drake [Guardsman], Kel, or Watch Captain Venim. In fact, what if the two Garuda ran into Bird?<\/p>\n This was exactly<\/em> the kind of catastrophe she didn\u2019t need to bring to Lyonette. Plus, why were two Garudas hitting on her? Now of all times? Erin sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not interested. Shoo, please?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey! You\u2019re wounding us! You\u2019re the first Human we\u2019ve seen in\u2026months! The first one our age! Come on, Miss! Show us your Skill. And at least let us show you around.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. And no. How old are you two?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOld enough for you.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Assaln tried to give Erin a meaningful look. She gave him a flat stare. Relc was better than this. Maybe it was just that these two Garuda seemed so young. Erin knew Lyonette was their age, but she was far older than them mentally. Lyonette had grown up. These children were like\u2026<\/p>\n Children from home. Erin sighed.<\/p>\n \u201cPlease go away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCome on. At least humor us?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin was walking along the edge of the eighth floor. She was in the right section now. Maybe she could get someone to chase the Garuda off when she got to the door. Exasperated, and knowing it wouldn\u2019t work, she snapped at them.<\/p>\n \u201cIf I show you the Skill, will you leave?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course!\u201d<\/p>\n That was a lie. But Erin was also curious about her own Skill. She wondered if the blue flame was different from\u2026.regular fire. She\u2019d only held it until now, not wanting to accidentally burn down her campsite. But if one of these two Garuda burned his feathers touching her fire, she wouldn\u2019t mind.<\/p>\n So Erin halted in the street next to a balcony that kept her from falling over the edge of the eighth floor. A huge drop down onto the seventh floor awaited anyone who went over the edge. And below that, the sixth floor, the fifth\u2014you could stare down into the heart of Pallass from here.<\/p>\n Unconcerned, Weki and Assaln hovered in the air over the balcony\u2019s edge. They were flying, showing off their feathers. Jostling to show Erin their brilliant plumage. Peacocking. <\/em>The word had never made as much sense as it did now. Erin saw a Dullahan girl passing by and rolling her eyes as she carried her head.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin cupped her palms together. She focused. It wasn\u2019t hard to come up with a memory to conjure the blue flame. And her irritation over the two young Garuda, her anxiety over going home\u2026all faded away.<\/p>\n Toren.<\/em> She saw a heart breaking. Erin saw the light in his eyes go out. She felt hands around her throat. Evil. Good. Was it what he was or hadn\u2019t she seen? She closed her eyes and her hands sought the flame as the two Garuda laughed. Let this chase them away. Her grief.<\/p>\n [Like Fire, Mem\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou! Human! I knew it was you!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin jumped<\/em>. The two Garuda did a double-take in the air. The roar made everyone around Erin look up. She stared up\u2014<\/p>\n And saw, on a balcony high above her, a short figure. Pelt, his face red, bellowed down at Erin from the ninth floor.<\/p>\n \u201cStop messing with my forge fire or I\u2019ll put this hammer in your skull!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin was so surprised she completely lost focus. No flame appeared, but Pelt\u2019s roar was no less furious.<\/p>\n \u201cEvery damn time! Use that Skill one more time and I\u2019ll come down there and break both kneecaps!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey! It\u2019s the mad Dwarf!\u201d<\/p>\n Weki half-cawed uncertainly. He pointed up at Pelt. Assaln flew up effortlessly through the air. He shouted at Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cLay off the Human, you old drunkard! We\u2019re with her!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo they\u2019re not! And what did I do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGet lost, you feathered ducks!\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt roared at Assaln. He had a hammer in his hand and he swung it at the Garuda. Assaln dodged back.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! Watch it! We\u2019re with the Human, so\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI said. Get. Lost.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt roared. He threw<\/em> the hammer. It spiraled past Assaln\u2019s face. So fast that the shocked Garuda only dodged afterwards. Erin heard a gasp and a scream from Assaln. The spinning metal hammer was heavy<\/em> and Pelt had thrown it fast.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s out of his mind!\u201d<\/p>\n Weki shouted. Erin turned, shouting.<\/p>\n \u201cWatch out below! Hammer\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She saw the hammer curving<\/em> around in the air. It spun back towards Pelt. The Dwarf caught it. He aimed it at Weki.<\/p>\n \u201cGet lost or it\u2019s going through your head!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAncestors!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The two Garuda hesitated. Pelt drew back and they fled. Erin was vaguely amused to see them flying down, shouting about insane Dwarves. She waved up at Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUse that Skill again and it\u2019s hitting you! You damned empty-headed Human!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt swore at Erin. Her gratitude ebbed. But the Dwarf\u2019s rage was curious.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did I do?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shouted up, but Pelt had already vanished. Erin looked around\u2014everyone in earshot was staring at her.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Sorry?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hurried off. She ran back towards the stairs and went up them. Pallass\u2019 residents cursed at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWrong side, idiot! This side\u2019s going down!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhoops! Sorry!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin hurried to the other staircase. She was panting when she reached the top of the stairs. It was a workout going from floor to floor. Lots of climbing. She looked around.<\/p>\n The forges were hard at work. Erin heard the familiar, rhythmic clang<\/em> of metal on metal. She stepped towards them, circumnavigating the pedestrian\u2019s walkway. She saw Maughin at one forge. And then Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cMaughin! Hey!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan turned at Erin\u2019s voice. He waved one hand to her\u2014or rather, his torso did. His head was lying on a little pillow next to his anvil. Erin waved at him, but she didn\u2019t come over as he bellowed a query. Instead, she headed towards Pelt\u2019s forge.<\/p>\n The Dwarf was lying on the sling-chair, arms folded, gloves on his head. His apprentice was hard at work, shaping some thin metal in a complex pattern. And there was a sword, lying on the anvil.<\/p>\n Erin eyed the sword. It was beautiful<\/em>. It had yet to be polished and ground, so parts of it were black with oxidization, but along the edge of the sword was a band of pure, silvery metal. No\u2014silver was dull compared to the color this metal gave off. She had only seen metal so beautiful and shining once before.<\/p>\n Mithril.<\/em> Erin felt at her belt pouch for a coin. Then she paused, looked at the Dwarf.<\/p>\n \u201cPelt?\u201d<\/p>\n He flipped the gloves off his eyes and stared up at her.<\/p>\n \u201cBuggering kings. What do you want?<\/em> Get lost!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014thanks for chasing away those Garuda. They were bothering me.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt just stared at Erin. The Drake apprentice working on the metal muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re going to be in trouble, Master.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor what? Throwing a hammer at those bird nuisances? Shut up! And I didn\u2019t do it for you, woman.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf cursed at her too, throwing a glove at the Drake. It bounced off her arm. Erin glared at Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! Don\u2019t be a jerk!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI said, get lost.<\/em> This is my forge! What in the hells do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf glowered at Erin. She put her hands on her hips.<\/p>\n \u201cI was trying to thank you! And ask what you meant! What do you mean, I messed with your fire?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know exactly what I mean, you lead-brained piece of scrap iron! You\u2019ve been fucking with my forge fire all day! One more time and I\u2019ll break your hands!\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt flailed for his hammer lying next to his sling, but didn\u2019t have the energy to get up himself. Erin stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWait. You mean, the blue flame? But I wasn\u2019t anywhere near your forge! And I didn\u2019t even use it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo? It\u2019s fire! Do you think I\u2019m an idiot? You\u2019re blasting that thing all over the place\u2014apprentice! Throw this Human out!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaster, I don\u2019t think she knows what you\u2019re talking about\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake avoided the second glove. Erin folded her arms.<\/p>\n \u201cYour apprentice is right! I have no clue! How did my little Skill affect you all the way up here? All I\u2019m doing is making fire!\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt\u2019s face turned as red as a beet. Or at least, a red beet. He inhaled to scream at Erin and seemed to realize she wasn\u2019t about to leave. In a strangled voice, the Dwarf pointed at the fire that his apprentice was working with.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not natural. It\u2019s magical fire. I can feel<\/em> you making it. It\u2019s distracting. And it will<\/em> interfere with my metals. If I was forging truegold it would ruin the process!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin raised her eyebrows. She glanced at the sword. Erin was no [Metallurgist], but she had eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd were you forging with truegold?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf uttered an oath. Erin shook her head.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s what I thought. I\u2019m sorry if I\u2019m making you sensitive\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake apprentice chuckled. Pelt looked around for something to throw, but he was out of nearby objects.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014but I\u2019m testing out a new Skill! And I don\u2019t know how it works!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTest it somewhere else! I don\u2019t need to feel every time you make a half-baked flame.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut why are you so sensitive?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not sensitive, I\u2019m a grandfathers damned [Blacksmith]! Of course I can feel magical flame! Anyone who can\u2019t is a useless lump who doesn\u2019t deserve to pick up a hammer! Which is apparently everyone in Pallass!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Pelt howled at Erin. Across the ninth floor, hammers stopped ringing for a second. Erin hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Okay. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf stared at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cGet. Lost.\u201d<\/p>\n She threw up her hands.<\/p>\n \u201cFine. I was trying to say thank you! I didn\u2019t mean to do anything with the fire, so I\u2019ll stop! Thank you for chasing away those Garuda you huge jerk!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She shouted back at Pelt, using a touch of her [Loud Voice] Skill. His eyes rolled up in his head. Erin realized he was not only grumpy, but hung over. She smirked as his apprentice covered a grin and turned to go. She\u2019d talk to Maughin, maybe bring him back to the inn. Erin was feeling more the thing. She was tired of flirting Garuda boys and mean Dwarves! Time to go back\u2014<\/p>\n Erin was walking out of Pelt\u2019s forge when she heard a strangled noise. She ignored it\u2014until a hand seized her lower arm.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s mine.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin whirled. Pelt was on his feet. And suddenly\u2014the Dwarf was right there. She stared down at him. Erin wasn\u2019t tall and Dwarves weren\u2019t as short as she was given to believe. And Pelt was\u2014<\/p>\n Right there. The Dwarf\u2019s eyes were huge. And suddenly\u2014he wasn\u2019t angry. His big hand suddenly held Erin\u2019s arm. As tight as a vise. As tight as steel itself.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s my knife.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? I\u2019m sorry. Huh?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin tried to yank away reflexively. But Pelt was just staring at her. No\u2014not her. Her butt! Erin was outraged\u2014then she heard him. She twisted and realized his knife was hanging from her belt.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. The kitchen knife\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI made that. Back with that stupid competition. That\u2019s my knife.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt looked at the knife, tucked in the sheathe. Erin tried to smile. But suddenly she felt a tiny alarm ringing in her head.<\/p>\n [Dangersense]. And the Drake apprentice had put down her hammer, looking at her master warily.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, um, I remember it too. You did an amazing job! Maughin gave me the knife, and I took it to Lorent and he said it was brilliant, so I\u2019ve been using it ever since. It\u2019s amazing. Thank\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was flawed.\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt\u2019s voice was low. His eyes were wide in his face. And it was bloodless suddenly, not flushed with color. Erin\u2019s stomach jumped. She tried to tug away, but it felt like Pelt had turned to stone. He was unbelievably strong.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it was a tiny<\/em> crack. Maughin ground it off in a moment! And it\u2019s a great knife. Actually, I\u2019ve been meaning to pay you back for it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was flawed.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n There was something wrong with the Dwarf\u2019s voice. It was strangled. Horrified. And something else was mixed with it. Pure, raw emotion. The kind of emotion Erin recognized. She had heard Montressa speaking Pisces\u2019 name with it. She had heard it in her own voice.<\/p>\n A pure note of madness.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m\u2014it wasn\u2019t that<\/em> flawed. Look, I\u2019m sorry about the competition. But it was really\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s flawed. A flaw! A disgrace!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt\u2019s voice rose, and now there was a note of hysteria in it. He grabbed for the knife and Erin wrestled away.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! Wait a second!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaster Pelt\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Emessa dropped her hammer and hurried over. She grabbed at her master, but Pelt was focused on the knife.<\/p>\n \u201cFlawed. Flawed. <\/em>Give it to me! I have to erase it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey! That\u2019s my knife! Wait\u2014wait!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin might have pulled the knife off and given it to Pelt if she could. She was afraid\u2014the Dwarf was yanking her arm so hard she was shouting with pain. He was pulling it out of the socket! His eyes were wide, his face staring.<\/p>\n \u201cPelt! Stop! I\u2019ll give it to you!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf didn\u2019t reply. He was grabbing at the knife, trying to tear it off Erin. And he was going to break her arm! The [Innkeeper] felt his hand grinding<\/em> her bone. She cried out in agony.<\/p>\n \u201cPelt!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n A huge hand grabbed Pelt\u2019s arm. Maughin had come charging out of his forge. The huge Dullahan [Smith] grabbed Pelt. Erin felt the immense power of Maughin\u2019s arm trying to force Pelt to let go of her arm. Emessa had hold of Pelt\u2019s other arm that was trying to tear the knife off Erin\u2019s belt.<\/p>\n \u201cMaster, let her go!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPelt! Let go!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe knife!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf screamed. He was fighting both smiths now. Maughin gasped as he finally tore<\/em> Pelt\u2019s hand off Erin. She staggered away, trying not to scream in pain. She fumbled for one of her emergency healing potions. Then she heard a scream.<\/p>\n \u201cGive me that knife!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt lunged. Both Emessa and Maughin caught him, wrestling him back. But the Dwarf was as strong as Maughin despite his size! Two more journeymen smiths rushed out of Maughin\u2019s forge, and a burly Drake from another. They grabbed Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cStop him! Hold him back!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGet clear!\u201d<\/p>\n Maughin shoved at Erin. She stumbled back. Her skin was crushed<\/em> where Pelt had grabbed her. She heard the Dwarf screaming, heard fighting as she tried not to cry out. The potion went down her throat and the pain\u2014eased\u2014<\/p>\n The white mist around Erin\u2019s vision cleared. She hadn\u2019t even known it was there until the pain subsided. Then she could think. She heard shouting, Maughin\u2019s deep voice\u2014and then silence. When Erin\u2019s arm finally healed and she could take a shuddering breath, she saw Pelt lying on the forge floor.<\/p>\n The Dwarf had a bleeding nose and busted lip. Someone had hit him hard. The other smiths were panting, staring at Pelt. Maughin spoke shakily to Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy arm\u2014but it\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shakily indicated the arm. Some of the blood from the crushed spot was still there, but fading as her tissues reabsorbed it at speed. Maughin nodded and whirled on Pelt.<\/p>\n \u201cDisgraceful. And you call yourself a smith?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy knife. Flaw in the steel.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf stared up at the ceiling. Erin saw one of the Drake smiths spit. Maughin\u2019s voice was thunderous.<\/p>\n \u201cYou call that a flaw?<\/em> And you\u2019d attack a young woman for it? You nearly tore her arm off!\u201d<\/p>\n Pelt didn\u2019t respond. He was staring at the ceiling. Erin saw liquid running from his eyes. Red seeped from his mouth and nose. Maughin turned away.<\/p>\n \u201cYou should go. This isn\u2019t a matter for the Watch.\u201d<\/p>\n He informed Erin, looking at her gravely. Erin opened and closed her mouth. She saw the other smiths returning to their forge, warily. Maughin covered his face.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I would have never given you that knife had I known. It may be better to break it. But it is made so well\u2014do not bring it here, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cR-right. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou<\/em> did nothing wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dullahan\u2019s voice was flat. And his face was expressionless as he detached it from his shoulders. Erin knew he was furious. Jelaqua had told her that Dullahans went cold and impassive the angrier they got. She looked at him, and then at Emessa, standing at her forge, staring down at her master.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n Maughin didn\u2019t respond. Erin turned away. Now she felt\u2014shocked. Shaken. She turned away.<\/p>\n Erin Solstice walked slowly along the lines of silent forges. Someone began beating metal again, and sound\u2014quieter\u2014resumed. The young woman walked very slowly. What had happened? Why had Pelt gone berserk?<\/p>\n But she knew part of the reason. Something about metal. And the competition where she\u2019d goaded him and Maughin into making her a blade\u2026 Pelt had nearly torn her belt off her. She looked at the knife, in its little sheath.<\/p>\n Was this her fault too?<\/p>\n Erin looked up. Then she turned around. She ran back towards Pelt\u2019s forge. Maughin saw her and called out, but Erin skidded into the forge. Emessa whirled.<\/p>\n Pelt was still lying on the floor. He looked up as Erin stopped, panting.<\/p>\n \u201cHere!\u201d<\/p>\n She thrust the knife at him. Pelt stared at it. His hand shot up and he grabbed the knife. He unsheathed it. Steel, folded alongside iron shone in his grip. He looked at it. At Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked down at him. The Dwarf said nothing. He was still bleeding. And crying, she saw. His apprentice watched silently as Maughin thundered back over. The Dullahan stopped when he saw Pelt and the knife. But the Dwarf was silent. He stared at the knife, then looked at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry. Is it\u2014wrong? Is something wrong with the blade?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s flawed.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dwarf spoke hollowly. Maughin inhaled roughly behind him.<\/p>\n \u201cFlawed? There was a single