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(A young woman from the Phillipines is a [Fisher] at the end of the world. The Last Tide, a comicbook illustrated by Shane Sandulak will be coming out this summer! Click on this link for more details!<\/a>)<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u201cHey! You can\u2019t arrest me! Let go! I\u2019m innocent! I didn\u2019t mean to do it! Put me down! I\u2019ll wriggle! Hey! Hey!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Watch House on the 8th floor of Pallass was one of many of the stations that Pallass\u2019 City Watch operated out of. Again, unlike a smaller, and thus lesser city, Pallass needed multiple areas to allow its law enforcement to operate from.<\/p>\n

Almost every floor had a Watch House, positioned so that a patrol was never too far from trouble no matter where it might occur in the city. The one exception was the 9th, and that was only because it was the floor right below the battlements, and thus immediately reinforceable from that spot.<\/p>\n

In this case, the 8th floor\u2019s Watch House on the eastern section of the floor was generally quiet. You got thefts, and fights, and sometimes more serious crimes like armed robbery and so on, but aside from responding to an [Alchemist] causing an incident above, it wasn\u2019t as bad as the lower floors, which had the bazaar\u2014a hotspot for [Thieves]\u2014or the major warehouse districts, the night life\u2026<\/p>\n

But there were always surprises. And unfortunately, the Watch Captains on duty today weren\u2019t present in this particular Watch House. Thus, it fell to the Desk Sergeant to manage the building and the patrols coming in.<\/p>\n

Desk Sergeant. Different from Senior Guard. One was a rank, the other a position. A Senior Guard could fill that role if need be, and they often did, but a Desk Sergeant was temporary. The one on duty looked up as he heard the female voice shouting. A patrol marched through the doors, shoving a young woman forward. The Drake in charge marched up to the desk and saluted.<\/p>\n

\u201cPatrol Leader Tanic reporting in, Desk Sergeant! We\u2019ve apprehended the criminal responsible for the disturbance on the 9th! Orders?\u201d<\/p>\n

The rest of the patrol fell in behind the Drake, on two sides of their prisoner. Said prisoner stared around the familiar-yet-unfamiliar Watch House in Pallass. It was rather like the one in Liscor, really, but just different enough to feel weird. Erin licked her lips nervously, staring at the patrol leader\u2019s back and then at the [Guards] surrounding her. They\u2019d carried her off the 9th floor and then marched her here and she had a bad feeling she was in serious trouble.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, this is all a misunderstanding! Let me explain. I didn\u2019t mean<\/em> to use the Skill\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSilence, Human! You do not have the right to speak!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the [Guards] holding Erin bellowed right in Erin\u2019s ear. Erin opened her mouth, saw the female Drake make a fist, and went still. She was nervous. This wasn\u2019t Liscor\u2019s City Watch and she didn\u2019t know anyone except Watch Captain Venim.<\/p>\n

\u201cI uh, know Watch Captain Venim\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSilence! You are under arrest for using a mass-effect Skill in public!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin winced. She had done that. But by accident! She opened her mouth, saw the fist swing up again, and fell silent. This wasn\u2019t her world where a beating was, in theory, illegal. In this one, as Relc had once explained, punching a criminal wasn\u2019t just part of the job, it was the perk of said job. Of course, that had been him saying it, but Erin wasn\u2019t about to risk her teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cDamage report?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Desk Sergeant was hidden from view. Erin heard the patrol leader snap a reply.<\/p>\n

\u201cMinimal. The patrol approached when the Skill ended and managed to successfully retrieve the suspect without resistance. Per orders, the [Smith], Pelt, was not apprehended and his attempted masterwork appears to be completed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll send a memo to Watch Captain Qissa about it, confirming it was a success. Patrol leader, is there a report on the quality of the masterwork completed? Tell me it\u2019s at least Gold-rank or all our tails are going to be chewed out by a [Senator] for delaying the arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n

The entire squad around Erin winced, but the two holding her arms didn\u2019t let go. She bit her lip as the patrol leader replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cSome of the other [Smiths] vouchsafed to me that it was Silver-rank gear, but<\/em> with enchantments it could be high-gold at least!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s call it a win, then. Street Runner\u2014message for Watch Captain Qissa! 5th!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin saw a scaly hand flick something across the desk. Then she saw a young, male Garuda\u2014but a boy, not an annoying teen\u2014dash forwards. The Garuda grabbed the folded bit of parchment and hurtled out the door like a shot.<\/p>\n

\u201cPatrol leader, take your squad out and deal with any complaints or disturbances caused by the Skill. Leave two guards for the prisoner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Desk Sergeant.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake standing at the desk saluted. He sounded tired, and he spared a glare for Erin as he passed. The rest of the squad fell in, grumbling complaints. The two holding Erin dragged her forwards.<\/p>\n

\u201cCharges?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin heard a weary voice. She saw a Drake, head bent, buried in paperwork as he wrote with a quill. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but the female Drake holding Erin\u2019s right arm spat a reply at once.<\/p>\n

\u201cUse of a mass-effect Skill in public, Desk Sergeant! Resisting arrest, public disturbance, public nuisance, and disruption of industry!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? I didn\u2019t do all that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin protested. The two [Guards] holding her glared and she hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t! And if you hit me, I\u2019ll\u2014I\u2019ll kick you back! I mean it! I know Watch Captain Venim! And Pelt and Maughin can tell you this was all a mistake!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake [Guardswoman] made a sound. She raised a fist and the Desk Sergeant looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt ease, Guardswoman.\u201d<\/p>\n

The female Drake instantly sprang to stiff attention. Erin breathed a sigh of relief and then did a double-take. The Drake sitting at the desk in front of her had a familiar face. And scales. They were a dull orange, and his narked expression and glare put a name to his face in an instant.<\/p>\n

\u201cKel? Hey, is that Guardsman Kel? Did you get promoted, Kel? Long time no see! I thought you were still on door duty! Hey, so this has been a complete misunderstanding\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin brightened at once. Kel wasn\u2019t the nicest [Guardsman] she knew, but she did know him. She smiled. Desk Sergeant Kel did not.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Erin Solstice. I have been promoted after the incident with the Creler attack. Two weeks ago, in fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked openly proud about that. Erin smiled, and it was genuine, not just desperate; Kel had been the one who believed her when she warned Pallass about the attack.<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat! So, look, about this\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She was all set for Kel to tell the [Guards] to let her go, after which she\u2019d clearly be treating him to a huge bag of cookies the next time she got back to her inn. And a hug. But the Desk Sergeant did not immediately call for Erin\u2019s release. Instead, he sighed and continued writing.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Solstice, this is your opportunity to explain the incident that occurred for yourself. Do you have any remarks?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Sure! Let me clear the air. Look, it was an accidental Skill. Pelt\u2014you know Pelt, right? Grumpy Dwarf? Well, there was this thing with him\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel held up a claw and checked something.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you corroborate a report of intimidation and near-battery by the Dwarf on two aggrieved Garuda males?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Oh, that<\/em>. They were bothering me. Well, Pelt overreacted, but\u2014it\u2019s a long story.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProceed, then. As clearly as you can be, Miss Solstice.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel looked up, clearly ready to take notes. Erin glanced at the two [Guards] holding her arm. She was still manacled, but after her threat to punch one of them, they weren\u2019t letting go. It was cool, though. Protocol. She tried to give Kel as brief and informative a summary as possible.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026And because y\u2019know, Pelt was using the flames, I didn\u2019t get a chance to put them out myself. Which I don\u2019t know how to. But no one got hurt, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at Kel. The Drake finished writing, his quill dancing over the paper and only pausing now and then to dip in the inkpot. He looked up and cleared his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. Thank you, Miss Solstice. You were cleared via truth spell, so I shall list your account as completely accurate. Now\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The door to the Watch House swung open with a bang.<\/em> Erin jumped, but a young voice shouted instantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMessage for the Desk Sergeant! 9th Floor!\u201d<\/p>\n

A young female Gnoll\u2014another Street Runner barged up to the front desk without looking twice at Erin. She thrust a bit of parchment at Kel. He sighed and nodded to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cReceived. Here. No messages at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

He flicked a Runner\u2019s seal from a bowl at her and the Gnoll girl caught it and ran out. Kel unfolded the message and sighed as he read it. Erin was busy admiring the system of using Street Runners, but she saw Kel\u2019s forehead crease. Now seemed like a good time.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Kel, buddy. About this incident.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two [Guards] holding her, one the female Drake, the other a burly Dullahan, both glowered. The Dullahan, who\u2019d been silent until now, looked at Kel.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this the<\/em> Human, Desk Sergeant?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe [Innkeeper], Regil. Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel\u2019s tone and expression made the two [Guards] eye Erin. She didn\u2019t like the look they were giving her and each other. He put the parchment down and addressed the female Drake.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas any [Guardsman] hurt when Miss Solstice resisted arrest, Guardswoman?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNossir! But she squirms like a damn bag of worms, Desk Sergeant!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake glared at Erin. Erin glared back.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! You picked me up! I can walk! I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She shut up as Kel lifted a claw. The Desk Sergeant\u2019s tone was\u2026well, it was rather like Erin was used to in her previous dealings with Kel. Annoyed and resigned. The Drake shook his head as he collected the note and paper he\u2019d written on into a single report.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight. Well, all things considered Miss Solstice, I believe you when you say it was an accident. And apparently, I have two dozen [Smiths] already protesting your arrest and standing witness. So it would behoove the Watch to look kindly on the accident.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?<\/em> Desk Sergeant, it was a mass-Skill that could have been city-wide\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Guardswoman] barked. There was clearly some level of formality to Pallass\u2019 Watch system, because she shut up as Kel glared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe protesting smiths include Master Maughin and Master Pelt of the Blacksmith\u2019s Guild.\u201d<\/p>\n

The female Drake bit her tongue. Erin smiled, but made it vanish as Kel looked at her. The Drake steepled his claws.<\/p>\n

\u201cOn the other tail, this incident has upset a large number of Pallass residents. But given your unique relationship with Pallass, I have no doubt once we get it all sorted, Watch Captain Venim or another day-Captain will find you innocent. Or at least, remand you to Liscor\u2019s care after paying a fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin breathed a sigh of relief as both of the Pallassian [Guards] glowered. She smiled at Kel.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Kel. So I\u2019m not in trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded at her, and his half-glare didn\u2019t change one bit. Kel paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot in any serious trouble, Miss Solstice. This is your first offence, and I will speedily convey the details of the situation to my superiors. I imagine they will want to speak with you before you are released. And until that moment, you are under arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded to the two [Guards].<\/p>\n

\u201cTake her to the prison. I\u2019m not having her in lockup.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s jaw dropped. The two [Guards] grinned. And then, only then, did Kel smile faintly. Erin felt the two arms begin to drag her back. She tried to fight forwards, shouting.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? You can\u2019t do that! I thought we were friends, Kel! At least frenemies!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSilence, prisoner!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTreat Miss Solstice with care, [Guardswoman] Leciss. Unless she resists. Then I\u2019ll authorize force.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel warned the Drake. She looked disappointed, but Erin was furious. She struggled towards Kel\u2019s desk, ignoring the other [Guards] who\u2019d been idly watching her the entire time with urbane amusement.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t do this! It was an accident!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake sitting at the desk met Erin\u2019s furious glare. He sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you \u2018accidentally\u2019 used a Skill that caused sadness in anyone who beheld it? And we should let you go because you \u2018didn\u2019t know any better?\u2019 Is that right, Miss Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated. Well, when he put it like that\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it was an accident. You know that. Right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel nodded agreeably. The Drake consulted his report.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely, Miss Solstice. You were tested under truth spell and we have witnesses who all corroborated that in the report. Any Watch Captain would agree this was an accident. And I am sure they will when they have time to review your case. That usually occurs each evening before nightfall.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut why do I have to be in jail<\/em> for it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake paused. He met Erin\u2019s eyes slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy indeed? Miss Erin Solstice, I have over four hundred complaints in the lower Watch Houses from people who witnessed your Skill. Distraught victims moved to tears. Families, guests of the city. People celebrating birthdays. Children. <\/em>All of whom were affected by your \u2018accident\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared meaningfully at Erin. Her heart fell. And Pelt.<\/em> She remembered his tears. Maughin\u2019s too. Kel looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cShould I let you walk free, Miss Solstice? For your accident? That is within my authority as Desk Sergeant. If you believe I should, please, let me know.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was being unusually erudite. But Erin saw the glint in the Drake\u2019s eyes. He<\/em> was enjoying this. She hung her head and muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026I\u2019ll go quietly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel the [Guardsman] nodded with great satisfaction. As the other two [Guards] turned Erin around and began leading her out of the Watch House, he called at their backs.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut her in the non-magical section. Block\u2014no, put her in our temporary holding area. In the punishment cell.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin hesitated. The Drake grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs you say, Desk Sergeant! Come on, Human.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pulled at Erin. The young woman looked back.<\/p>\n

\u201cKel? Wait. Punishment\u2026Kel?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She ignored Erin\u2019s protests and dragged her out of the Watch House. Kel listened to Erin shouting until her voice was muffled by the door slamming shut. Then he sat back at his desk and sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cReport to go to Watch Captain Qissa. Anyone headed down?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take it on my patrol.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the Senior Guardswomen offered. A Gnoll trotted over and leaned on the desk. She was a grizzled veteran with a missing ear and scars from her encounters with trouble. She nodded to the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that\u2019s<\/em> the Human whose door you had to guard this entire time, Kel?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cIs she always like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kel paused. He looked the Senior Guardswoman in the eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat? That was the most pleasant encounter with her I\u2019ve ever had in my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

He held the look for a second. Then he went back to his work.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Pallass\u2019 prison was not a small place. Again, to compare it to a city like Liscor was to fundamentally change some aspects of, well, everything. Liscor was not Pallass. And Pallass, as a Walled City, had a far larger criminal problem. And indeed, a different method of dealing with them.<\/p>\n

The Walled City\u2019s prisons ran along the 3rd Floor. And they were built against the wall, like a miniature fortress emerging from the Walled City of Inventions itself. Out of sight and out of mind for most residents. Well, not out of mind; property value didn\u2019t seem to be that great around here, Erin saw. People didn\u2019t want to live next to a prison, even one as well-guarded as Pallass\u2019.<\/p>\n

Indeed, the streets might not have been as nice as, say, around Tails and Scales, but they were definitely clean and well-patrolled. The Watch was heavily entrenched in this area and for good reason. The prison kept Pallass\u2019 worst elements locked up, and the Watch was prepared to house even [Mages] and powerful threats. And, apparently, Erin had just been given one of the worst cells in the entire prison.<\/p>\n

\u201cPeel my scales and call me a fleshbag. That\u2019s a nasty punishment. Desk Sergeant Kel must hate your guts, Human.\u201d<\/p>\n

[Guardswoman] Leciss was gloating as she led Erin towards the large prison doors. Erin stared up apprehensively at the prison. The Dullahan was more sympathetic. He looked down at Erin as one of his arms held her shoulder. Separate from his body; the rest of him was walking a few feet to Erin\u2019s right. His detached arm had hold of Erin. It was very creepy.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt seems harsh.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake snorted.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s only for a few hours. She\u2019s not gonna die. Anyways, she gave us all this trouble. Why not throw her in with a few criminals for a few minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n

She grinned nastily at Erin. Leciss paused as they approached the gates.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it was up to me, and if you hadn\u2019t given us trouble, maybe I\u2019d have let you off in one of our nicer cells. But you asked for it. You think you can waltz on in from Liscor and do whatever you want? This is Pallass.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, you keep saying that. But it was an accident.<\/em> Hey, come on. I don\u2019t need punishment<\/em>. Right? How bad is this\u2026cell?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two [Guards] looked at each other. Regil shook his head and Leciss laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll live. Hey! One for lockup!\u201d<\/p>\n

They passed through a double set of gates much like the plans Lyonette had drawn up for Erin\u2019s inn. [Guards] could hold this position against intruders\u2014and, Erin saw\u2014attackers from within. They had to unlock the gates from their post to let the two [Guards] take Erin in. A Gnoll [Warden] called out.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich sector?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPunishment cell.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll did a double-take as she let the [Guards] and Erin through into the main prison. She stared at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? What\u2019d she do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell you later.\u201d<\/p>\n

[Guardswoman] Leciss marched Erin into the prison. Now, they appeared closer to Liscor\u2019s prison. Rows of cells, some with narrow steel bars, were the first thing Erin saw. She shuddered, but Pallass\u2019 prison was far from dirty. In fact, it was uncannily clean and well-lit. Magical [Light] spells provided illumination and there wasn\u2019t any smell of sewage or the bugs and stains that sprang to mind when Erin imagined a prison.<\/p>\n

But it was far from nice. The [Warden] tossed Leciss a ring of keys.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know the way?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Warden!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have six minutes. Go.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded them off. The two [Guards] marched Erin forwards. She passed by cells, and saw the inmates look up as she passed. Some came to the bars. Others called out to the [Guards], asking what Erin was in for.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh oh.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin muttered. She hadn\u2019t believed she\u2019d actually go to jail. Not really. What was she, a criminal?<\/em> But now she was here, it was starting to sink in.<\/p>\n

On they went. The two [Guards] led Erin to the left. The prison wasn\u2019t one big corridor, but separated into blocks. The first block looked like a mass-lockup with steel bars on each cell being the sole deterrent. The next area was filled with magical cells. Forcefields made of energy, glowing locks\u2014Erin began to sweat.<\/p>\n

Quick! What was the first rule of prisons? Erin hadn\u2019t watched that new show on TV! She tried to remember the few scraps she was aware of. Like when she and the Hobgoblins had been arrested. But this time it was serious. All of Erin\u2019s jokes\u2014in prison\u2014in prison you attacked the biggest guy first! Or girl! Wait, was this an all-female prison?<\/p>\n

Erin had a moment of hope. Right until she looked into one of the cells and saw a Gnoll glaring at her. He was male.<\/p>\n

It was a mixed prison. Drakes and Gnolls stared out of the bars. Garuda and Dullahan and even this guy with feline features were there too, but other races were rarer. Some looked innocent, or at least, like they were people who\u2019d committed an offence that would land them an overnight sentence, like being drunk or causing a fight.<\/p>\n

But some looked like career criminals. And Erin judged that only by the look in their eyes. That impartial, cold look that told you they had seen people die and they could see your death, too. Erin had seen that look before. In Relc\u2019s eyes, Klbkch\u2019s\u2026in many of her friends\u2019. And in a mirror. They stared at her, some grinning. Others appraising.<\/p>\n

She glared back. Erin wasn\u2019t afraid of them. Well, she was, but she wasn\u2019t going to show it and the criminals whose cells she passed appraised her a second time as she met more than one growling Gnoll\u2019s eyes. But Erin was afraid.<\/p>\n

She was afraid of what the punishment cell was. Of having to do something to hurt someone. She remembered a Goblin, a pot of boiling oil. She never really forgot.<\/p>\n

\u201cSpecial section. Prisoner for the special cells. In here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both [Guards] stopped at a cell and Erin blinked. They hadn\u2019t gone into any of the blocks. They\u2019d just kept heading left and now they were at a dead end. Erin looked about apprehensively. What was this<\/em> section?<\/p>\n

It looked like just steel cells, like the standard ones. But the two were pushing Erin into the last cell in the block.<\/p>\n

\u201cHands out of the bars. We\u2019ll unlock the manacles.\u201d<\/p>\n

Regil instructed Erin. Helplessly, the young woman did so. Leciss collected the manacles and keys. Erin blinked around the cell they\u2019d put her into.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, this is the punishment cell?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two [Guards] nodded. \u201cYou\u2019ll be here until someone reviews your case. Don\u2019t cause trouble, Human. If you\u2019re in some kind of emergency, shout. [Guards] patrol regularly. But keep shouting and they\u2019ll make you shut up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Regil warned Erin kindly. Leciss just turned. They were already walking away. Erin stared at their backs.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut wait! Why is this the punishment <\/em>cell?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll find out!\u201d<\/p>\n

[Guardswoman] Leciss called over her shoulder. Left with that, Erin could only take stock of her surroundings.<\/p>\n

Her first instinct was to check for something horrible in the cell or around her. But Erin only saw a slumbering shape in the cell across from hers. Erin looked around. The cell was small. Not as small as Calruz\u2019 cell, but still like a box. And it was empty. Erin breathed a sigh of relief. Then she whirled, checking for traps, something horrible in the corner.<\/p>\n

It was bare. Well\u2014there was a bench\/cot worked into one side of the cell. Erin could sit on it or sleep there. And the bars were far too thin for her to stretch through and there were horizontal ones as well as vertical. Erin stared around. Then she noticed a hole in one corner. She walked over\u2014and then walked back hurriedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cSewage hole. Ew.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t stink too<\/em> bad. But maybe it really stank after a while! Or overflowed! Erin winced. She did not<\/em> want to have to use the bathroom here. But\u2026she hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s really not that<\/em> bad.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a second she even found the cot had a pillow and a blanket, folded, and hopefully, unused. There was a privacy screen Erin could drag out to use the bathroom\u2014it was a nice cell if you weren\u2019t going to live in it. But where was the punishment?<\/p>\n

The young woman stared around the cell. Then she heard a sound. A voice rang out, sounding surprised.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s this, what\u2019s this?<\/em> Looks like I have a guest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice froze. She felt her skin crawl. And she had a thought. A premonition. Maybe the punishment wasn\u2019t a thing, but a person.<\/em><\/p>\n

She turned around slowly. The occupant of the cell across from her had risen. As Erin swung to face him, she saw the prisoner in the magical lighting. And Erin Solstice realized one thing.<\/p>\n

A prison was where bad people went. Sometimes innocent people. Sometimes people who made a single bad mistake, or were desperate. But sometimes the worst of the worst. The kind of people who were more monster than person. Who made you question whether the devil danced behind their eyes, laughing as they did unspeakable things. The kind of people who left scars by their very presence on the earth, who could hurt you just from a single conversation.<\/p>\n

A Drake stood in his cell, against the steel bars. His scales were dusky yellow, and his frame was slim. He was tall, and stood quite straight. He looked normal, like anyone you\u2019d pass in a Drake city, really. Except for one detail that made Erin realize why he was in jail in an instant.<\/p>\n

He was completely, absolutely, buck-stark-naked.<\/p>\n

Naked. Not a scrap of clothing on him. His scales shone in the magical light and he made no attempt to cover himself up. The steel bars did not help either. He posed.<\/p>\n

\u201cFunny. I never get cellmates usually. I wonder why?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin stared at him. He winked at her. She stared at his face. Then, slowly, her gaze travelled down. You couldn\u2019t really help it. Erin stared down, and then her face screwed up into an expression of profound annoyance and disgust. She threw up her hands and shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cAw! Come on!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

The world was changing. In small and large ways, unknowingly, the world Erin had found herself in was altering itself to mirror Earth. Some of it was intentional, by design of the strangers who found themselves in another world and tried to bring what they knew into this place. But other events were incidental. They occurred because it was a natural evolution.<\/p>\n

Like weights. Pallass\u2019 prisons were as yet devoid of sets of weights, and the world in general lacked gyms. But in Pallass, at the very moment Erin came face-to-face with Drake nudity, the first weight bar was being lifted by a grunting Gnoll.<\/p>\n

Some things were universal. A bar of steel, lead weights on each end. Rounded, naturally, and balanced on either side. Heavy<\/em> lead weights. It had to be at least three hundred pounds of weight including the bar, and the Gnoll pumping the weight was unused to the exercise.<\/p>\n

Her arms strained<\/em> as she tried to do a bench press. For a second it looked like her arms might give out as she halted halfway, but a roaring voice shouted a few feet above her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLift! Don\u2019t you dare let that bar sink, Ferkr! Lift! Two more times! Push your limits!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The struggling female Gnoll growled<\/em> and the bar moved up. Slowly. So slowly. Grimalkin stood over her, bellowing encouragement.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t let it slide! Balance! That\u2019s right! Up! Up!\u201d<\/p>\n

The arms moved\u2014from the force of Grimalkin\u2019s bellowing as much as sheer willpower. The bar rose\u2014and it was up! But there was no place to lock the bar. The Gnoll panted.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaster Grimalkin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo more times! That\u2019s right! Down! Slowly\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll gasped as the bar lowered. She was fighting to keep it steady. Because\u2014another thing yet missing from weight training\u2014there was no locking nut on this bar. If Ferkr\u2019s arms let the bar go left or right, the weights would just slide off.<\/p>\n

Oh, and there was no spotter. As the bar lowered to her chest, Ferkr groaned. Grimalkin was still shouting.<\/p>\n

\u201cInhale! And exhale as you push!<\/em> That\u2019s right! Up! One last time! Push!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one will help you on the battlefield or when a spell fails! There is only you! Push! Now\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

One last rep. Ferkr growled, then she howled<\/em> as the bar lowered\u2014and then rose. It wobbled as it came up and Ferkr\u2019s arms lost their strength. The bar twisted\u2014the weights began to slide and Ferkr\u2019s eyes went wide.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin grabbed the bar. Without apparent effort, he lifted the bar up and caught the weights with one claw. He lowered the bar in a perfect squat, and then rose as Ferkr lay on the bench, panting.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at that! Testicles!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He bellowed and every head in the room swiveled. Grimalkin pointed down at Ferkr.<\/p>\n

\u201cFive times! Five lifts at three hundred pounds! Ferkr could barely do one<\/em>, but she forced herself to do five! She pushed her limits<\/em> with sheer willpower!\u201d<\/p>\n

He punched one fist into his hand. Grimalkin strode past Ferkr as she struggled to sit up. He was a giant compared to her. Not in height, but mass<\/em>. Grimalkin was almost pure muscle, from head to toe. He was similar to Erin\u2019s notion of a bodybuilder from her world; his arms were twice as large as a normal Drake\u2019s. Three times?<\/p>\n

He was also, coincidentally, a [Mage]. The Drake, or rather, [Sinew Magus], pointed at Ferkr and she winced. Grimalkin\u2019s voice was near-bellow inside as he addressed the other occupants of the gym.<\/p>\n

\u201cWillpower! That\u2019s all it is. You can force yourself to do what your body protests! If a Selphid can Rampage and unlock a body\u2019s potential, we can do the same! Ferkr, up! To your desk!\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed and the female Gnoll swung herself up with a groan. But she didn\u2019t have time to rest; she slumped her way into a chair and desk. Then she stared at a roll of parchment in front of her. And a quill. And inkpot.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have thirty minutes. Begin!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin grabbed a sand timer and turned it over. Ferkr wanted to lay her head down on the desk, but she forced her paw to grab the quill and begin scribbling on the parchment. Her fur was matted with sweat and there was the odor of\u2026workout in the room. Grimalkin paused and his head turned, looking for another victim.<\/p>\n

\u201cTerreskil! Stop lazing about and squat! <\/em>You have fifteen more squats before you get back to your desk!\u201d<\/p>\n

He strode over to a Drake trying to do squats with a weight bar on his shoulders. The Drake groaned as Grimalkin stood over him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSquat!<\/em> No, not that low! Do you want to injure yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagus Grimalkin, I can\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou only think<\/em> you can\u2019t! And your brain is wrong!<\/em> Give me another squat! Lift with your legs!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The smaller, younger Drake tried to rise. But his legs shook and then\u2014he lost his balance. Grimalkin caught the weight bar before the Drake could collapse under it. He stood over Terreskil as the Drake fell to his knees, panting wildly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to push<\/em>, Terreskil! Alright. Fifteen minutes of writing. To your desk!\u201d<\/p>\n

He hauled him up with a single claw. Terreskil looked like he wanted to protest, but he slumped over to his desk. He lay on it, panting.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you do not have at least two<\/em> pages of writing, I will make you run four laps up and down the stairs! From the walls to the first floor!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin turned and bellowed at the students at their desks and working out. Terreskil looked up, a horrible expression of panic on his brow. He forced himself up on one elbow and began to write\u2014but the effort of concentration was squeezing even more sweat from his scales.<\/p>\n

Across from him, Drakes, a pair of Dullahans, and a Garuda were working out. They were lifting weights, and then trudging over to the desks set mere feet from the lifting stations to continue writing their essays.<\/p>\n

Desks set next to weights. If that was an odd juxtaposition, well, the room was large enough to accommodate both. And indeed, Grimalkin had cleared this space of his regular equipment. The students were in fact doing their writing on a lovely Chandrarian carpet. Sweating onto it. Grimalkin pointed to a huge sweat stain pooling under Ferkr.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Cleanse].\u201d<\/p>\n

The stain on the carpet vanished. Grimalkin waved one clawed hand and the smell of sweat and body odors vanished from the room. The Drake Magus nodded, satisfied. There was such a thing as cleanliness, especially in his domain.<\/p>\n

The students were in Grimalkin\u2019s home. Well, \u2018home\u2019 was misleading; they were in the laboratory area of his large estate in Pallass. Normally, that conjured to mind an [Alchemist]\u2019s workshop, or a place like a library, filled with mystical artifacts and magical symbols and so on.<\/p>\n

Not for Grimalkin the Fist Mage, self-proclaimed strongest [Mage] in Pallass. His laboratory was filled with weights at this moment. And the plain, marked square of stone he usually practiced new spells or experiments in had been occupied by the weights rather than the protective magical shield spells. On the other side of the room, where the students were frantically writing, they could look up at framed paintings and diagrams.<\/p>\n

The diagrams were of different species\u2019 bodies, some sourced from other [Artists] fascinated with the body, or darker experiments. Some of them were hand-drawn, by Grimalkin himself, noting different muscle groups.<\/p>\n

The portraits were of famous warriors. Heroes, [Martial Artists], all originals and illustrated by the finest [Artists] of their time. They were also all as true-to-life as Grimalkin could find; he had no time for fanciful imaginations.<\/p>\n

One particularly striking portrait of a [Martial Artist] Stitch-Woman had been vividly\u2014perhaps too vividly\u2014captured in full scope by some avid [Painter]. It would have been lewd, but for\u2014no, it was lewd. The artist had captured every<\/em> detail and the [Martial Artist] had been very naked at the time. But Grimalkin kept it around. Prominently featured, in fact, next to one of his personal bookcases of texts.<\/p>\n

It would make most people suspect his reasons, but his students knew he only had eyes for the geography of the body. He had one true love, and it was the physical form. He had other nude paintings and diagrams too. And all of his students had learned to ignore them.<\/p>\n

Grimalkin of Pallass. To see him shouting or exhorting his students as they worked out was to get an instant snapshot of his personality. But that was only half of him. Now, as all of his students went to their desks, the muscular Drake [Mage] walked down the lines of their desks. And his field-roar became softer. Still loud and commanding, but authoritative rather than shouty.<\/p>\n

\u201cControl your breathing. Inhale\u2014move your diaphragm. Wonderful term, that. Expand your chest. Inhale\u2014exhale. Deep, controlled breaths. Don\u2019t pant<\/em>, Ferkr. Focus your mind as if you\u2019re preparing to cast a spell. Walk on a razor\u2019s edge of concentration. I want those essays to be as precise as anything I\u2019d read from students in Fissival\u2019s Scholarium.\u201d<\/p>\n

His students bowed their heads as Grimalkin walked past them, checking their work. They were writing essays. The apprentices were trading off, some exercising, and then, as they reached maximum fatigue, punishing their brains with magical textbooks or writing essays on their thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t see your claw moving, Terreskil.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin glared at a Drake, who jumped.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was collecting my thoughts, Master\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were not. I can see your muscles relaxing. Back straight! Think if you must, but don\u2019t lose focus!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin whirled, and his tail slapped<\/em> Terreskil\u2019s back. The younger Drake\u2014probably only seventeen or so\u2014groaned. And he couldn\u2019t bear it any longer.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaster! Can\u2019t we rest for a few minutes? We\u2019ve been exercising for nearly an hour!\u201d<\/p>\n

The other students winced<\/em> as his plaintive tone made Grimalkin turn back. The [Sinew Magus]\u2019 brows shot together. He barked at Terreskil.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, and an hour\u2019s work is enough to fatigue you so much that you can\u2019t put two words together on parchment?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Master Grimalkin. I only meant\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShould we pamper<\/em> you, Terreskil? Feed you as much food as you want and let you study at your leisure?<\/em> Are we Wistram [Mages]? Would you like a couch to recline on? Something to drink? Alcoholic or not?\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin\u2019s purr was followed by him flicking his claw. A crystal decanter filled with a soft, amber liquid floated over. And a cup. Terreskil hunched his shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t mean\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want a break. Well, I have news for you, Terreskil! When the enemy is charging at you in the heat of battle, you do not get a break!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin roared in Terreskil\u2019s earhole. His students winced as the [Sinew Magus] thumped a huge fist. Everything on Terreskil\u2019s desk jumped, including Terreskil.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a crash course, Terreskil. I don\u2019t have nearly a decade to waste on making you a [Mage]! Let alone the inclination! You have one year, two at most,<\/em> to pass my class. And when you do, you will find the rest of your life is easy by comparison! <\/em>Do you want to be a [Mage]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Magus Grimalkin!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSay it louder!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Magus Grimalkin!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Terreskil shouted. Grimalkin nodded. Then he strode past Terreskil as the Drake bent back to his essay. The [Mage] turned as he faced his class of a dozen students.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Mages] write! If you can\u2019t express yourself on parchment and paper, you will leave nothing behind! More to the point\u2014your brain is a muscle! You will use it or it will be as weak as an infant\u2019s! If anyone has finished their essay on Valmira\u2019s spellcasting in both historical and modern implementation, I want you on the weights! If one set of muscle is tired, work another!\u201d<\/p>\n

One of his students rose. A Dullahan. Grimalkin flicked his claw and the finished three pages of notes floated towards him. He read as the Dullahan wearily headed to his next station\u2014a set of barbells\u2014and began doing exercises with his arms.<\/p>\n

The [Sinew Magus] read fast and efficiently, his eyes flying down the page. He dismissed the parchment and nodded to the Dullahan.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmf. Not bad, Giren. Pass. I disagree that [Valmira\u2019s Comet Storm] is in fact a powerful Tier 5 spell if used with the proper base of mana\u2014it\u2019s costly and useful only against a massed army. Such as the Antinium. But there are more effective Tier 5 spells. Nevertheless\u2014good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, Magus.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Dullahan panted. Grimalkin nodded at him. The other students, including the sole Gnoll, Ferkr, looked up at Giren briefly. That was the highest praise Grimalkin normally awarded. Giren was his oldest student, nearing two years. He was muscular and, if his performance was any indication, he\u2019d soon be graduated from Grimalkin\u2019s training course.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwenty minutes left! Four laps if you fail to turn in an essay of the required length or present a halfway decent argument! That goes for essay structure as well! Push your limits!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin roared. His students worked frantically because he meant every word of what he said. And running four laps up and down Pallass\u2019 stairs would kill them.<\/p>\n

Now, why would anyone subject themselves to such intense and abusive training? Any casual onlooker would have conflated Grimalkin\u2019s training with a kind of torture, and it was. His students worked their bodies day and night, collapsing into their beds, and then got up to do it again, day after day. They tore muscles. They bled. Some of them broke bones, but if they did, Grimalkin just healed them up and made them exercise properly.<\/em><\/p>\n

It was said that even Pallass\u2019 elite [Soldiers] received training from Grimalkin, and his instruction was feared even by them. Surely no one with a sane mind would ever apprentice themselves to him, master [Mage] or not. But one thing kept the students in Grimalkin\u2019s class at their desks, as sweat beaded their skin, scales, feathers and armor.<\/p>\n

His promise. Grimalkin would accept any student in the world, regardless of species or age or gender. All he demanded for his classes was raw talent. In either muscle or magic. His students paid to go through hell, but after only a single year or two, three on the outside, they\u2019d be certified as full [Mages] by Grimalkin himself, capable of casting magic\u2026in his unique way.<\/p>\n

When Giren graduated, he could enroll in any magical academy in the world with credentials. Fissival would take Grimalkin\u2019s students and assume they\u2019d completed basic spellcraft theory, combat training, and any number of classes it would take their students four years to master. Belchan\u2019s [Mage] College would likewise regard Grimalkin\u2019s students as competent and ready to move into their advanced spell studies.<\/p>\n

Wistram\u2014Wistram would probably laugh at a student applying from Grimalkin\u2019s training course, but not to the student\u2019s face. Because Grimalkin\u2019s students were also rated for combat. Even the worst students were instantly certified at Silver-rank in the Adventurer\u2019s Guilds and they could also enter Pallass\u2019 army with immediate promotion to a lower officer rank.<\/p>\n

That was the allure of Grimalkin\u2019s training. He did not, in his own words, \u2018coddle\u2019 his students. Instead, he\u2019d developed the harshest courses a body could endure, designed to bring out a student\u2019s potential in the shortest amount of time.<\/p>\n

And it worked. Grimalkin might be ridiculed as the \u2018Fist Mage\u2019, but never to his face. He\u2019d killed Adult Crelers on the battlefield, slain enemy [Mages] with his bare fists and<\/em> spells\u2014he\u2019d even dueled Archmage Feor of Wistram. And lost, it was true, but he\u2019d walked away from the duel.<\/p>\n

\u201cPhysical magic. Sinew magecraft. The concept of weaving mana throughout the body. Storing it in muscle. If Star Lamias can store it in their scales, and if half-Elf bodies are naturally magically inclined, why can\u2019t any other species create natural mana stores in the body? Yours are developing well, Giren. Yes. That\u2019s right. Concentrate<\/em> the mana in your arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin pointed at Giren. The Dullahan was lifting an enormous<\/em> dumbbell\u2014seventy pounds of weight\u2014and curling his left arm with slow, deliberate motions. Grimalkin\u2019s students could see the Dullahan concentrating fiercely. He wasn\u2019t just using his muscle\u2014he was enhancing it with magic to lift the weight. Grimalkin nodded approvingly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is the base of your spellcasting reserves! When you draw on it, you can be as strong as a regular [Warrior] with Skills! And when you need it, you will have deeper mana reserves than most common [Mages]! This is how we surpass more magically-gifted species!\u201d<\/p>\n

He flexed one huge arm. His apprentices saw Grimalkin\u2019s body, a mass of magic, flex, demonstrating his very theory in action. It was Grimalkin\u2019s unique way of spellcraft. The Drake was known for his outlandish theories that defied conventional, modern magical theory. He was always trying out something new.<\/p>\n

Like this. Training with weights, made of steel and lead and iron followed by intensive mental exercise. Grimalkin peered at another essay as his Garuda student rose and handed him his papers.<\/p>\n

\u201cPass! Your spelling needs work, Ekil, but pass. Good! I see this experiment is working. I\u2019ll have to thank Miss Solstice later. And we will<\/em> be trying out her sparring chess theory later.\u201d<\/p>\n

His class groaned as one under their breaths. Grimalkin\u2019s apprentices had not met Erin Solstice except from afar or briefly, but they had learned to curse her name. This latest idea\u2014writing essays after working out\u2014was based on one of the things Erin had taught Grimalkin for his assistance.<\/p>\n

\u201cChess boxing. Or rather, mental and physical exercise in bouts. Fascinating. And I would try this chess boxing, although it sounds highly unproductive. Especially if I were to challenge Chaldion. Still, this<\/em> is worth trying. Now\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin stepped back and stopped exhorting his class for a second. The Drake\u2019s eyes analyzed the Dullahan from top to toe. Grimalkin nodded to himself. He could read a body\u2019s configuration, from the way sinew and bone and tendon moved to the health and strength of a person.<\/p>\n

The Drake found his personal journal and opened it. A quill flew up and he began dictating some notes as the quill, devoid of any hand, began transcribing his thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s see. Control group is actually progressing less quickly than my new weight-training class. This dedicated lifting with weights is more efficient\u2014if very targeted towards specific muscle groups. But it is far better than full-contact sparring or training with leaded weapons for pure bodybuilding. Incredible.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was one of two groups of apprentices Grimalkin had divided up. The other group was partaking in Grimalkin\u2019s traditional course. They ran, sparred, and exercised without the weights. This class was using the newfangled \u2018weights\u2019 that Grimalkin had been so taken by. In fact, the weights set he\u2019d ordered from Pallass\u2019 forges had arrived two weeks ago and Grimalkin had put his students through the wringer testing them out to their fullest.<\/p>\n

\u201cMagus Grimalkin? I\u2019m finished.\u201d<\/p>\n

More students were handing Grimalkin their essays. He read them quickly before sending them to the weights. Three students he failed and gave them ten minutes to correct their errors.<\/p>\n

Ferkr was one of them. Grimalkin flicked the parchment back at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cIncorrect! I want a thesis<\/em>, Ferkr, not a history lesson. Give me a point! I\u2019ve taught you the fundamental shape of forming an argument. Rewrite the essay. Twenty minutes!\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The other students looked at Ferkr sympathetically as she slumped at her desk. She was the only Gnoll Grimalkin had ever taught as a potential [Mage]. The huge Drake hovered over Ferkr.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is your thesis?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2014that Valmira\u2019s magic was powerful for its time, Magus?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnacceptable!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin\u2019s bellow made Ferkr clap one paw over her ear. The Magus moderated his tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. I forget Gnolls have such good hearing. My apologies. What I meant to say was\u2014unacceptable!<\/em> That is a bland, empty thesis, Ferkr! Give me something that won\u2019t make me regret reading your essay! What<\/em> about Valmira can you personally share that I don\u2019t already know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014I\u2014Valmira\u2019s magic was powerful for its time, Magus, but<\/em> it was fundamentally flawed? Which is why she perished in her magical duel with Archmage Nekhret?\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ferkr hesitated. The female Gnoll felt her way forwards carefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2014had tremendous spell-theory, but her magic is fundamentally unshaped. Hence your notes about [Valmira\u2019s Comet Storm] being mana-efficient, but ineffective<\/em> in how the spell itself is shaped?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot my notes. It\u2019s echoed in any number of analytical texts. Nevertheless, Valmira was so gifted at magical manipulation that the spell is still in use in any number of spellbooks. Good! Here\u2014cite from Archmage Redovil\u2019s Analysis of Spells in Warfare, a Retrospective,<\/em> and make me an argument. Twenty minutes!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin strode off. Ferkr sighed, but she got to work. And in twenty minutes, she came back and Grimalkin passed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. To your station, Ferkr. Squats. No\u2014deadlifts.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll nodded. She felt better after nearly an hour of writing, although her head hurt instead. She paused as she went over to the weights bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm. Which lift is this, Magus?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. Back muscle. Bend\u2014lift the bar from the front.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Ferkr bent and tried the back-intensive lift. After a second, Grimalkin stormed over.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Your hips are too low, Ferkr! Keep that back straight! Proper form is essential<\/em>. You\u2019ll damage your back. Not like that. Like this.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He demonstrated. Ferkr, blushing, nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cApologies, Magus.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin shook his head briskly as he maneuvered Ferkr, making sure she was lifting right.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot your fault. I\u2019ve been testing you all in too many positions. But there is<\/em> a proper way to do these lifts. I can see I need some illustrations to go along with these sets. We have healing potions\u2014but what a waste! Besides, healing potions undo all the work we\u2019re trying to do. The low-grade ones, at least.\u201d<\/p>\n

He frowned as Ferkr did a proper lift this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is fascinating. All this potential for improving one\u2019s strength in a relatively safe environment still has inherent risk. I can easily see someone failing to develop the body correctly. Just as Miss Solstice said. I\u2019ll write a manual\u2014the entire body needs to be developed. Upper and lower body. And the core.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He relished the word. Ferkr grunted. She was keeping her abdominal muscles tight<\/em>, as Grimalkin had shown her. He\u2019d preached about the strength of the abdomen, but all these new terms like \u2018repetition\u2019, \u2018core\u2019, and \u2018deadlifts\u2019 and so on were a product of his meeting with one Human.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. You\u2019re clearly not at your limit, but this is meant to train the muscle rather than push it. Let\u2019s call it\u2026fifteen sets.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagus, should I use the locking mechanism? I feel like these weights are going to slip off.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ferkr pleaded. Grimalkin snorted.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey might. Which is why I want proper form<\/em>. I\u2019ll include them in the other sets, but I want you to learn balance<\/em>, Ferkr. You have a good foundation; Gnolls are physically adept naturally. But I want you to learn control.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Grimalkin nodded. Ferkr got back to work and Grimalkin supervised his class. After a second he heard a chime.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone at the door? Giren.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Dullahan was on his break between workouts. He got up and smartly came back.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn apprentice to see you, Magus. Smith Tirrel?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, yes. Show them in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin turned as a Drake apprentice, his scales smudged with soot, humbly entered Grimalkin\u2019s abode. He bowed\u2014or tried to, but Grimalkin was too busy for formalities.<\/p>\n

\u201cSmith Tirrel\u2019s latest work is finished?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Magus. Here\u2019s the set of weights you ordered. Smith Tirrel wants to assure you he\u2019s used the best steel, so the metal shouldn\u2019t flex<\/em> like it did before.\u201d<\/p>\n

The apprentice offered Grimalkin a bag of holding. The Drake began pulling out metal bars and weights. He nodded, grunting.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuality looks good. I may need enchanted bars to hold the weight personally, but the expense\u2014for now, steel. And there\u2019s clearly a weight limit. I\u2019ll add that to my manual. And I\u2019d like to make another order of Tirrel\u2019s smithy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, Magus! More sets of weight?\u201d<\/p>\n

The apprentice bowed hurriedly. Grimalkin was a good customer and the [Smiths] of Pallass wanted his gold. Grimalkin nodded absently.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have enough personal sets with my students and I think I\u2019m ready to send the product out. I\u2019ll need to compose a manual, but the weights themselves are fine. I\u2019ll need bags of holding\u2014I don\u2019t think I have enough. But never mind that. Let\u2019s see. I promised a set to that Human City Runner. Guardsman Relc\u2026hm.\u201d<\/p>\n

He counted briskly as the apprentice waited, fishing out a bit of parchment to take Grimalkin\u2019s order. The Magus mused to himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s send a dozen sets to Manus so they can test the equipment thoroughly. I\u2019m sure they can replicate the design once they see the inherent value. A few to the other cities\u2014hm. I\u2019ll take sixty sets in total to be safe. Payment up front.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSixty?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The apprentice\u2019s eyes bulged. Grimalkin eyed him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAssuming Master Tirrel can handle so many weight sets? I would like all of them in\u2026three days. And twenty by tonight. I can ask another smith to split the difference if\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no! Master Tirrel will absolutely have the sets done.\u201d<\/p>\n

The apprentice fell over himself trying to assure Grimalkin. The Drake nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave Master Tirrel contact the Merchant\u2019s Guild regarding payment. I will draft a note to them\u2014here. No doubt they\u2019ll send someone to confirm, but the funds should be immediately released.\u201d<\/p>\n

He handed the apprentice a letter after a moment and sighed. The apprentice took it and, bowing over himself, hurried out of Grimalkin\u2019s home. No doubt Master Tirrel would have to contract some of his fellow smiths to help with the huge order, but he\u2019d scored a massive sale.<\/p>\n

Grimalkin didn\u2019t even think of the gold he\u2019d spent, though. He was already back to coaching Ferkr and his other students. The Gnoll panted as Grimalkin had her doing a hanging leg lift. He\u2019d already come up with the exercise, but now Ferkr had to hold a dumbbell between her feet as she lifted her legs up to waist-level and swung them down.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Good. I\u2019m impressed; Gnolls do have an easier time by and large with my workouts than Drakes. Well, it is a species difference. I hadn\u2019t appreciated it until now. But then, you are the first of my apprentices in your species. How long have you been studying, Ferkr?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSix months, Magus.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin nodded. Ferkr was a special project.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the Meeting of the Tribes is coming up. Hm. We\u2019d better begin preparing you for that day. We\u2019ll work in more private spellcraft studying time, although I hate to cut short your physical regimen.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Ferkr brightened, although Grimalkin\u2019s mental studies were almost as taxing as his physical lessons. But then her face fell.<\/p>\n

\u201cMagus Grimalkin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The female Gnoll hesitated. She bit one lip as she lifted her legs, grunting with the effort of the exercise.<\/p>\n

\u201cAm I\u2014ready for the Meeting of the Tribes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can cast magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Magus. But\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

But Grimalkin\u2019s training was as much exercise as it was\u2026magic.<\/em> And Gnolls couldn\u2019t cast magic like [Mages]. Everyone knew that.<\/em> Ferkr bit her tongue on all of that; she\u2019d get another shouting lesson. But Grimalkin seemed to read her mind. He sighed, and for once, didn\u2019t bellow.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re worried about your magical ability, Ferkr, you are<\/em> capable of casting magic. Drop. Cast [Light] for me. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

She did so. Ferkr held out her paw, and concentrated. After a moment, a ball of yellow light appeared over her paw. It was hard, but as the orb rose, she stared at it.<\/p>\n

Magic.<\/em> The other apprentices eyed Ferkr. A Gnoll casting a [Mage] spell. Grimalkin nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere. What do you have to worry about? You will go to the Meeting of Tribes and show them you can<\/em> cast magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Magus. But only Tier 1 and Tier 2 spells at best! I\u2019ve been here six months and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Ferkr tried not to whine like a Gnoll cub. Grimalkin paused. He took his time in his reply as he eyed Ferkr up and down.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is true that you have had more difficulty naturally accessing your internal mana than any other apprentice I\u2019ve ever taught. Which is fascinating, incidentally. In order to cast basic spells, it has taken you\u2014how many months?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFour.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLonger than most, I will admit. It was a mental block near the end. But Ferkr, listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin put a claw on Ferkr\u2019s shoulder, squeezing gently. For him. He met his apprentice\u2019s eyes firmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve built up my fundamental basis for mage-muscle magical storage, or \u2018magical sinew\u2019. I\u2019m still thinking of a catchy appellation. And it is true, you struggled hard <\/em>to get to where you are. Are you lagging behind some apprentices in your spellcraft? Of course! I won\u2019t lie to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake nodded, gesturing to Ferkr as he walked around her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is<\/em> some\u2026strange phenomenon going on with the Gnollish ability to cast magic naturally. But you came to me to learn magic. You wanted<\/em> to learn it and you had the passion and grit<\/em> to overcome your limitations! Once you punched through your initial inability, you were able to cast magic! Effectively! Which proves Gnolls only need grit. Determination!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He clenched a fist, his voice rising with each sentence.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will prove to the tribes that Gnolls can cast magic! You have what it takes, Ferkr! Don\u2019t you dare doubt yourself after all you\u2019ve done! You have what it takes! Willpower! Strength of character!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTesticles?\u201d<\/p>\n

One of Grimalkin\u2019s apprentices muttered under his breath. Grimalkin\u2019s head turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be ridiculous, Terreskil. Anyways, I believe in you, Ferkr. And I will not tolerate weak-mindedness!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ferkr practically glowed under the rare praise. Grimalkin clapped her shoulder and she staggered. Briskly, he turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt will be a huge discovery. And you and I will go down in modern history for bringing this, Ferkr. I have no doubt. But I\u2019m still looking into this odd phenomenon with the Gnolls. You will certainly prove to all the Gnolls that you can cast magic. But you are not alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

The female Gnoll nodded hesitantly. She looked at Grimalkin.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it just perception that makes it so hard for Gnolls to become [Mages], Master Grimalkin?\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I don\u2019t think so. There is some reason behind the lack of magical ability in recent generations of Gnolls. There was a Gnoll apprentice who journeyed to Wistram, forty years ago. Or so I understand. One of their [Shamans]. Wasn\u2019t there a controversy among the Gnoll tribes in sending such a student?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Magus. The tribes have an issue with the academy. They won\u2019t trade with Wistram\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin waved a claw.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot that. I know all about the reaction of the tribes. I mean, the decision to send a Gnoll to Wistram at all. There was some controversy in even sending a potential student. And I checked the records via my contact at the academy\u2014no Gnoll had been sent for the last three hundred years before that. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

The young Gnoll shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a Plains Gnoll, Magus. I was born in Pallass.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. Well, I can see why this misconception occurred. There was<\/em> a problem with your ability, Ferkr, but it can be overcome. Gnolls can be [Mages]. You\u2019re proof of that. Not just you, either.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagus?\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin was rubbing at his chin. He spoke thoughtfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe white Gnoll child\u2014Mrsha\u2014is also utilizing some nature magic. When you present your findings at the Meeting of the Tribes, you may cite her\u2014although given what I understand of white Gnolls, it might prove controversial.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ferkr nodded uneasily. Grimalkin went on.<\/p>\n

\u201cA white Gnoll cub. I don\u2019t know all of the nuance, but it would<\/em> be at Miss Solstice\u2019s inn. I must speak with her again. What is<\/em> she hiding? A second Gnoll who can cast magic, weights, her uncanny\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He broke off and shook his head. Grimalkin returned his attention to Ferkr.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will do fine, Ferkr. There are records of Gnoll [Mages] in history. And yes, a Gnoll [Archmage]! With the class! <\/em>But that was thousands of years ago. What changed in that time? Why are Gnolls now only [Shamans]? You will go to the Meeting of Tribes, show them what I\u2014we\u2014have uncovered, and find out why this phenomenon exists. I expect a full investigation. You are my student. Do me proud.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ferkr nodded. She stood a bit straighter and smiled. Grimalkin did too, just for a second. Then his glare reappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd before you get there, I will have you half again as strong as you are now and you won\u2019t quit training until you can cast [Fireball]! Back to work! And remember to hydrate <\/em>yourselves! Hydrate. Where does she\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused. Then, Grimalkin\u2019s head turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cStrange. What am I missing? How could she possibly know all this? Beyond strange. Either her parents were [Martial Artists], or\u2026what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Grimalkin of Pallass paused. And his mind wrestled with the outline of an idea so audacious he couldn\u2019t even frame it. But then he shook his head and got back to work. He\u2019d check on Erin Solstice later. But he wouldn\u2019t forget. Grimalkin had a list of important things, truly important things he was focused on like a bolt of lightning and Erin Solstice\u2019s name had made it onto that list. There was something about her.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

When she thought about it, really thought about it, it was only fitting. Absurd, maybe. But it fit.<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice sat in her cell and thought about what she\u2019d done. Really thought about it.<\/p>\n

She knew she could be reckless. Impulsive. And normally, normally that was fine. Erin knew people thought she was crazy, or an idiot. And some of what she put on was an act. But she could be spontaneous. It was fine when she was playing with Mrsha, or in her inn.<\/p>\n

But sometimes, Erin just didn\u2019t think. And when she didn\u2019t, she hurt people. By accident, but she hurt them deeply. It felt like she\u2019d done that more often, recently. First Toren, where Erin had come face-to-face with her biggest mistake. Now Pelt.<\/p>\n

Erin hadn\u2019t thought about her taking the knife he\u2019d made. Or about the consequences of using her Skill on him. And perhaps it had worked out. But she remembered his tears.<\/p>\n

She had done bad things. Erin saw a skeleton\u2019s heart breaking. And her own heart hurt in reply. She\u2019d done a bad thing. Not just to Pelt. Maybe she belonged here. Just for a bit. Erin sat on her cot and drew her knees up to her chest. Maybe she needed punishment.<\/p>\n

\u201cPsst. What\u2019d you do to get in here? Come on. I know you\u2019re awake. Hey, Human. I\u2019m over here. Excuse me? Hello?\u201d<\/p>\n

And that punishment was sitting across from the most annoying Drake in the entire world. Erin put her hands over her ears. But she could still hear him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! Rude! Excuse me<\/em> if I\u2019m trying to be social. What, are you too good to talk? Typical. You know, this is why people don\u2019t like Humans. You\u2019re giving your species a bad name, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin glared into her knees. Perhaps this was fitting. She turned away from the Drake in the cell opposite hers. There was a pause and Erin\u2019s hands over her ears muffled his voice. She breathed a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n

Then something bounced off the back of her head. Erin shot to her feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop that! And put some clothes on!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her fist at the Drake standing in the other cell. She tried not to look, but\u2014yes\u2014he was still naked. He folded his arms, satisfied by her reaction.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not the [Warden], Miss Human. Finally willing to talk?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo away! Turn around!\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The Drake struck another pose, one leg on his cot. He was doing this on purpose! Erin turned red.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re naked!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin mouthed silently. She looked for what he\u2019d thrown at her. It was a little stone. Erin picked it up and hurled it back. It flew through a gap in the cell at the Drake\u2019s\u2014he dodged.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!<\/em> That was uncalled for!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCover yourself up! Why are you naked? Aren\u2019t there rules<\/em> about this? Why don\u2019t the guards make you put on pants!?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss, no force in the world could make me put on pants.\u201d<\/p>\n

He smirked at her. Erin stared at his face. Just at his face.<\/p>\n

After five minutes in here, Erin realized why this was called the \u2018punishment cell\u2019. She hadn\u2019t really understood it at first, but it was<\/em> a punishment. More than being locked in a cell with some [Murderer]. You see, that would have been cruelty. Torture. Or just plain old murder since you\u2019d be in the cell with\u2026a [Murderer].<\/p>\n

But this? This was punishment.<\/em> Erin had tried to ignore the Drake when she realized he was naked. But he kept bothering her. And throwing things at her. And refusing to leave her alone. She didn\u2019t want to give him the satisfaction, but\u2026he was annoying.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, you\u2019re being quite rude. Here I am, trying to introduce myself, and you won\u2019t even talk to me. Or look me in the eye.\u201d<\/p>\n

He sighed as he leaned against his cell bars. Erin stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe? Rude?<\/em> You\u2019re the one with no clothes on!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re the one looking. So why is this my fault? I\u2019m not trying to offend you.\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice was reasonable, plaintive. And\u2014Erin heard the note of humor he was suppressing. She glared at him, but she was drawn into this stupid argument already.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy\u2014you\u2019re naked!<\/em> That\u2019s disgusting! You\u2019re all<\/em> offence! Stop waving that thing at me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? I\u2019m not waving anything, Miss Human. And whatever offence you might be taking\u2014there\u2019s not much of it to go around! It\u2019s tiny! And it\u2019s not going to get bigger, trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake gestured. Erin closed her eyes. The pebble bounced off her stomach. She made an inarticulate sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop that! Or I\u2019ll throw that through your <\/em>face!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on. Let\u2019s talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot until you put something on!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, okay, fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin opened her eyes. She stared at him. And then the pillow covering his crotch. Erin saw him grin.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you have any<\/em> clothes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPut the blanket on!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m making a concession with the pillow. It\u2019s a pain to hold here. I\u2014whoops.\u201d<\/p>\n

He dropped the pillow. Erin tried to unsee, but it was too late. He bent and tried to pick the pillow up.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop. Just\u2014stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey you\u2019re <\/em>the one with the problem here. Not me. If you\u2019re so upset, give me your<\/em> pants! I\u2019ll wear them!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake waved the pillow at Erin huffily. She stared at him. After a second she covered the lower half of his body with one hand. It wasn\u2019t that Erin wanted to look, but she couldn\u2019t help it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI get why this is called the punishment cell. Will you leave me alone?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely not. This is the most fun I\u2019ve had all day. Hey, I have the pillow back on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying! Look, I\u2019ll hold the pillow here. If I lean against the cell\u2014no, wait, there it goes again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease stop.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Human and Drake stared at each other from their cells. Erin tried to reappraise him. Aside from the obvious\u2026well, he was<\/em> male. And naked. But Erin couldn\u2019t help but feel like they\u2019d met. What a thought!<\/p>\n

But\u2014hold on. Erin vaguely remembered this Drake. Somehow. He was eying her and clearly he had no idea who she was, but\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on. You\u2019re that nude guy!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am? I mean, I am. I prefer \u2018all-natural\u2019, but go on. Have we met?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Yes. I mean, I was in the bar and you were getting arrested.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. That happens a lot. Which time was this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike\u2026a long time ago. Are you\u2014no\u2014why are you naked? Please tell me that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it just so happens that I was arrested. And the [Guards] didn\u2019t give me any clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

He sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, they offered, but I refused. You know how it is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got arrested for being naked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin spoke flatly. The Drake glared at her above her protective hand. He tried to rattle the bars of his cell, but they were too well-made for that.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t my fault! There I was, minding my own business, when suddenly I was arrested!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWere you wearing clothes at the time?\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused. He scratched at the scales along his cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was<\/em>. But before I knew it, they were gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow does that even\u2014you took them off!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Maybe! I have a habit of taking them off whenever. My clothes, I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhenever what?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake shrugged. He\u2019d clearly dropped his pillow again. Erin\u2019s arm was getting tired, but she kept the hand in place. He put one foot on his cot again, casually speaking to her. It was a pose Erin wouldn\u2019t have minded on anyone but him.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust whenever. Clothes go on, I take them off. It\u2019s a habit. Anyways, I got arrested, thrown in here. I\u2019d like to say that it\u2019s rare, but I end up here at least once a week, or so it seems.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, really?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally. But it was an accident, I swear!\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin bit her tongue. An accident<\/em>. She saw Kel\u2019s face and glared at the Drake. She wasn\u2019t getting anywhere with her first line of questions, so she tried another tack.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy<\/em> do you take your clothes off? Are you just\u2026a [Stripper]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNah. I mean, I\u2019m sure it pays well, but that\u2019s not me. It\u2019s just a habit from work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat work? Nude dancing?\u201d<\/p>\n

He frowned absently at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgain, no. I\u2019ve tried it, but it\u2019s a young person\u2019s game and I never get tips\u2014I\u2019m an [Alchemist], actually.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin\u2019s hand faltered. She saw\u2014the hand went back up. It turned out that Drakes were like Humans in many ways. They had scales, but they weren\u2019t Lizardfolk. Erin had talked with Selys and Krshia about it, actually. But she hadn\u2019t realized\u2014she glared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn [Alchemist]? You\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake looked hurt.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely not! I\u2019m a 100% [Alchemist]. And before you ask\u2014yes, normally we wear heavier clothing. I knew a fellow who wore armor when mixing his potions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you do it naked?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin skeptically eyed him. But now she was looking more closely\u2014she thought she did see some colorful stains on his scales. Xif, the Gnoll [Alchemist] from Pallass had possessed the same stains. And there was a faint odor of chemical coming from him. He shrugged at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook, think of it this way. Clothing is expensive. It also tends to get stained and messy when you\u2019re mixing up reagents. Or catch fire, evaporate, retain poison\u2014it\u2019s really more hassle than it\u2019s worth, haven\u2019t you found?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm. No. Not at all. And if I spilled a potion on me, I\u2019d probably want clothing on<\/em> me. Or my skin would do all those things.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake nodded wisely.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue, true. Ah, well, perhaps it\u2019s also my Skills. I have a number of them that help me resist effects on my scales, so if I drop something nasty on myself, it usually only affects said clothing. Which is why I\u2019ve gotten in the habit of undressing when I perform alchemy.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2026actually made sense. In a stupid sort of way. Erin had seen Relc demonstrating his [Iron Scales] Skill and she knew it was possible. She sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why do you strip in public? An accident?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh come on! There are kids out there!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! It\u2019s comfortable <\/em>being naked.<\/em> Have you not walked around in the nude? Do you remember what it felt like?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s cheeks turned red. She snapped back at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not answering that!\u201d<\/p>\n

He made a scoffing sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cPssh. Please. Everyone\u2019s been naked. And it\u2019s natural. Anyways, that\u2019s not my only reason. Being naked is actually an act of expression. A protest against society and the shackles of Drake culture. It\u2019s my way of railing against the system.\u201d<\/p>\n

He drew himself up, spreading his arms in another pose as his legs opened. Erin refused to lower her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re just a pervert.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!<\/em> Only by society\u2019s standards. Anyways, it\u2019s not sexual. I\u2019ve met weird people who enjoy this. In a sexual way. Disgusting, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop talking to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin had to turn away and lower her arm for a second. Something bounced off her back. She swung around with a growl.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop throwing things!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I\u2019m just trying to carry on a conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n

The pillow was back in place. He grinned at Erin\u2019s expression. Grudgingly, she folded her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not going to leave me alone, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNope. It\u2019s rare the [Guards] throw anyone in the cell across from mine. Punishment cell? Now, that hurts my feelings a tiny bit. Anyways, what are you in for, Miss Human?\u201d<\/p>\n

He grinned at her. Erin realized she hadn\u2019t gotten his name. She bit her lip.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin. Erin Solstice. I\u2019m in here because I\u2026accidentally used a Skill.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh. How many people died?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake eyed Erin. She glared.<\/p>\n

\u201cNone! It was an accident!\u201d<\/p>\n

He grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. I\u2019d hate to think I was standing across from a murderer. They have a few in here, you know. Nasty types. Good thing you\u2019re stuck with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d rather be stuck across from a murderer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you wouldn\u2019t. They\u2019re no fun. Well, do you have a class, Miss Erin? Can I call you Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. And I\u2019m an [Innkeeper].\u201d<\/p>\n

His gaze sharpened.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. So you\u2019re the one with the magic door. I\u2019ve been meaning to check it out, but I keep getting arrested. Pleased to meet you, Miss Erin! You know, I heard about you from some friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. Xif. And Rufelt and Lasica. They keep talking you up, and I saw the most fascinating <\/em>flower Xif had bought from you. Well now, I am <\/em>pleased to meet you. They call me Saliss, Miss Erin Solstice. Saliss Oliwing. [Alchemist] of Pallass, at your service. I\u2019ll stop annoying you now.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake bowed slightly, and nearly dropped the pillow again. Erin stared at him.<\/p>\n

Saliss?<\/em><\/p>\n

The name rang a faint bell. But Erin couldn\u2019t have said where she\u2019d heard his name. She distinctly remembered Rufelt and Lasica talking about him, but for what? She tried to remember, and then frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait. You were doing all of this on purpose?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss winked at Erin as he held the pillow in place.<\/p>\n

\u201cObviously. It\u2019s fun to mess with people who haven\u2019t met me before. But since you\u2019re a friend of friends, I\u2019ll stop. And I did<\/em> think you\u2019d committed an actual crime. The Watch really don\u2019t put just anyone across from me. They must really hate your guts. Let\u2019s start this over, shall we?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin stared at Saliss. Then she hunted for the pebble he\u2019d thrown at her. He nimbly dodged it as she hurled it back at him. He was quick! Even with her [Unerring Throw], she couldn\u2019t nail him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! I apologize, but you really should have introduced yourself sooner!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo a nudist throwing rocks<\/em> at me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone holds that against me. You know, Gnollish kids run about naked. And all they\u2019ve got is fur! What\u2019s wrong with scales?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin pointed. The pillow was thankfully still in place. Saliss looked offended.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, that? Gnolls have them too! The male ones, at any rate. Don\u2019t be vulgar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re <\/em>the naked one!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin shouted back. Their argument had woken some of the inmates in the cells a ways away. Erin heard a chorus of voices and several insults.<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up over there! I\u2019m trying to sleep!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAncestors. Who\u2019s shouting?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s that freak. Turn around!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss turned as the other prisoners came to their bars and shouted at him and Erin. He dropped the pillow\u2014Erin recoiled along with the others. But Saliss spread his arms and his legs and angled his body to face the other prisoners.<\/p>\n

\u201cMock me if you will! But don\u2019t pretend I\u2019m anything but honest! Natural! All of you are just prudes! Constrained by clothing! Grow up! Everyone has something!\u201d<\/p>\n

Most of the inmates turned away, shouting insults at the Drake [Alchemist]. The male ones were mortally offended and Erin heard more than a few very pithy<\/em> swear words. Saliss shouted back.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! There is a young woman over here! Can it! Don\u2019t make me come over there!\u201d<\/p>\n

He was\u2026incredibly insane. Erin had never met a Drake like him. She nearly laughed at him and the indignity in his<\/em> voice as he berated the other prisoners. They eventually shut up as a [Guard] stomped their way, bellowing for silence.<\/p>\n

After a few minutes, Erin looked at Saliss again. He had the pillow back in place. She realized his cell was different from hers. He had a desk along one wall\u2014no\u2014it wasn\u2019t a desk. Erin peered at it, but he was in the way. There was a lot in his cell, actually. He had shelves, what looked like an actual toilet built into a modest wall, a nice bed twice as large as hers\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! Why is your cell so nice?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been locked up in here so often I got my own cell. It\u2019s still a bit of a pain, but hey, it comes with the territory.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could just wear clothes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHah!\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] laughed. Erin\u2019s lips twitched, but she glared at him instead. Erin sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026How do you know Rufelt and Lasica? And Xif? Don\u2019t think you\u2019re friends with me just because you know them! I owe Xif a punch!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, yes. Persuaded you to sell the flowers, did he? He\u2019s pushy when he finds something new. But I\u2019m friends with him. We\u2019re both [Alchemists] after all. And Rufelt and Lasica are friends. Although I have to wear clothes when I drink at their bar.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss nodded wisely. Erin eyed him. That was<\/em> odd. She knew Tails and Scales, the bar the [Chef] wife and [Bartender] husband ran, was exclusive. You couldn\u2019t just walk in unless the two had approved you.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026So you get arrested often? But you\u2019re friends with Rufelt and Lasica?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. And I\u2019ve heard about you. Erin Solstice, owner of The Wanderer\u2019s Inn, now connected to Pallass via a magical door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Wandering Inn. That\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] blinked. Then he slapped one knee, dropping his pillow.<\/p>\n

\u201cHah! Wandering inn? Good one! That\u2019s clever!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin stared at him. He was the first person to ever laugh at her inn\u2019s name. And because it was him, she now regretted it. As Saliss bent to pick up the pillow, Erin averted her eyes and looked up. His nudity wasn\u2019t that offensive anymore. It was rather like a bad smell. After a while\u2026you just forgot it was there. Well, until she looked again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, why are<\/em> you here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss leaned against the bars, looking at Erin. She sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s complicated, alright? I used a Skill. Accidentally.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? I don\u2019t know many [Innkeepers] in Pallass. Well, sometimes I stay at the Noble\u2019s Fancy. That\u2019s a lovely inn, by the way. The owner\u2019s over Level 30. I know another inn near First Landing that\u2019s run by a Level 50<\/em> plus [Innkeeper]. Now that\u2019s<\/em> a nice place. Have you heard of it?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cReally? Ah, well, I suppose not all [Innkeepers] know each other. I know some keep in touch, though. And I imagine a Level 40 [Magical Innkeeper] like yourself would have a different background. Interesting class, by the way. Are you a [Mage]?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s head shot up. She stared at Saliss. He winked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I can see a few things, Miss Solstice. Not any Skills, but I can see basic facts about you. So tell me, what did a Level 40 [Innkeeper] do to my poor city? Funny, Rufelt and Lasica were convinced you were Level 30. Don\u2019t worry, I won\u2019t tell them. I keep people\u2019s levels secret. But please, tell me how you got here! I could use a good story.\u201d<\/p>\n

He put both claws together. Erin didn\u2019t even blink this time. She hesitated. There was something incredibly odd about Saliss, his demeanor aside. He was\u2026refreshingly easy to talk to, compared to a lot of Drakes. Relc-like, but sillier. She hesitated, but there was nowhere to go.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was\u2026I used a Skill on this Dwarf guy. The [Blacksmith].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPelt? That old drunkard?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss\u2019 brows shot up. Erin nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI made him cry. And I made a bunch of other people cry too, probably.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou. Made Pelt cry? And I was in here? <\/em>Tell me everything!\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] sounded delighted. But Erin felt her heart sinking in her chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to talk about it. It was my fault, really. What a crummy Skill.\u201d<\/p>\n

She lowered her head and turned away. Just like Toren. She didn\u2019t think<\/em>. Erin just wanted to sit and think, like she had at her camp. But Saliss was all-attention now. He jumped up and down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that about a Skill? Come on, cellmate! Don\u2019t leave me hanging!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin hesitated. But Saliss was already hunting for something else to throw. She turned and glared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine. I\u2019ll tell you. But turn the other way!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAw. Fine. But you have to tell me. I guess I\u2019ll do some work as I listen.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake sighed and turned around. Erin stared at his back. He went over to the workbench she\u2019d spotted, absently pulled\u2026a glass vial\u2026off the table, and hunted along the shelves. He didn\u2019t find what he was looking for, so he rummaged through a black bag on the table. A bag of holding. He came out with some grey powder, sprinkled it into the vial, and then stared at the shelves.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s see. Sage\u2019s Grass water. Sage\u2019s Grass\u2026am I out of Sage\u2019s Grass? Huh. I\u2019d better buy more. Maybe I have some in the bag of holding? Let\u2019s just see.\u201d<\/p>\n

He went back over to the black pouch and then glanced at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell? Come on, let\u2019s hear the story! Or do you want me to throw things at you some more? Because I will. Tell you what, I\u2019ll trade you a sip of my potion afterwards. I\u2019m making a tonic. Very soothing. Makes you feel wonderful<\/em>. Sells for a lot with old folk too. Come on, Erin! I can call you Erin, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at him. Then Erin blinked around. She poked her head out of her bars and shouted down the prison hallway.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here!?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

The Wyverns flew towards the huge city in the distance. They had come a long way. Far, and for many hours. The High Passes were distant behind them. And now, as the thousand-some weyr flew, the creatures of the earth and sky fled their approach. They were a vast gathering, gigantic monsters led by the largest Wyvern of them all.<\/p>\n

The Wyvern Lord was angry. It had been a bad day for him. Not only had the flight been long, but it was hot!<\/em> Too hot for a Frost Wyvern who had lived in the reaches of the High Passes. He was far from home and lost. His home in the High Passes called to him.<\/p>\n

Home was cold. Home had many places in the tall mountains for Wyverns to make their nests and hunt from. But there just wasn\u2019t enough food at home. The High Passes had an ecosystem, and it could feed more monsters than anyone would expect. But there was so much competition. Go too high, and a Wyvern would die, even with all their strength.<\/p>\n

The Weyr had battled other creatures in their habitat, but their growing numbers had led them to clash more often with other species. And there were these incredibly annoying <\/em>little green things that had brought down a few of their numbers.<\/p>\n

The Wyvern Lord had known his clutch needed to expand, so he\u2019d led his entire flight out. The Frost Wyverns had challenged the Dragon whose territory was vast and took many of the spots his weyr would hunt. And they\u2019d lost, so they had to go. There was no more food.<\/p>\n

The Wyvern Lord wasn\u2019t happy about it, or his personal defeat. He wasn\u2019t thinking in the conscious way a Human might agonize, with words and thought and \u2018what-ifs\u2019, but he was aware that his position was threatened. So he wanted food, and a place to settle, and he wanted it now.<\/em><\/p>\n

All the places he\u2019d passed so far weren\u2019t good enough. Small places with stone and wood and barely enough to feed his clutch for a day. He was getting hungry and he knew his weyr needed to eat. So he headed towards a landmark, a high spot.<\/p>\n

Pallass. The Walled City was made of stone and it called to the Wyvern Lord. He could even sense it from afar. A gathering of magic. Of course, the Wyvern Lord didn\u2019t think of it as magic. It was just something he could sense. But it drew him onwards. He wasn\u2019t afraid of the power there! He was afraid of nothing! Not even that stupid Dragon. In time, the Wyvern Lord would challenge him again. With a weyr twice as large and when the Wyvern Lord was far bigger and older!<\/p>\n

Speaking of which\u2014the Wyvern Lord saw something odd as he flew towards Pallass. To the left, there was a vast herd of things moving across an open stretch of ground next to a forest. A lot<\/em> of moving things. He swooped lower and the Wyverns at the front called out.<\/p>\n

Food! <\/em>Cattle! The Wyvern didn\u2019t recognize the huge, fat beasts, but he recognized easy prey at once. He stared and turned his weyr as one.<\/p>\n

Below him were cattle. Thousands of them. And they were helpfully boxed in by some fences. As the Wyverns flew over them, the panicked cows began overrunning the fences in their terror. But the Wyverns were far faster and they circled the cows, shrieking with glee.<\/p>\n

The Wyvern Lord salivated as he eyed the cattle. Now, this<\/em> was just what he needed. Food! And so easy too! His weyr could gorge on so many of these\u2026things. They could eat, sleep, and find a new home tomorrow. He swooped lower, inspecting the food. It was so easy.<\/p>\n

Too easy, as it turned out. From the forest, many, many concealed figures watched as the weyr flew over the terrified cows, herding them as the Wyvern Lord considered whether to dive on them. There was no question he would; it was a free meal, after all. His flock would eat\u2014and then they\u2019d sleep. And that\u2019s when they\u2019d die.<\/p>\n

The hidden army in the trees was Pallass\u2019 4th army. The majority of them were hidden under illusion spells, further back, but a forward edge of watchers was keeping an eye on the Wyverns. They\u2019d moved fast to get this many cows in the way of the Wyverns. As they waited, some of the watchers began speaking excitedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAncestors, look at the size of that one! There\u2019s nearly a thousand of them!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOdd coloration. They\u2019re not your typical grey. Most are off-white and bluish mixed in. Some rare variant? Frost Wyverns, most likely, if they\u2019re coming from the High Passes.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officers in the 4th Army\u2019s command watched, hands on their blades despite their concealed position. One of the Gnolls growled, his fur on end.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods. They\u2019d tear apart a smaller city in an hour. Rhir\u2019s hells, if you dropped a thousand Wyverns on an army of twenty thousand\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwenty [Soldiers] to a Wyvern? If you don\u2019t have a good [General] or elites\u2014more like fifty if they\u2019re full adults! If it\u2019s a regular [Soldier] at Level 10, you need at least<\/em> thirty properly armed\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the [Lieutenants] argued, shifting her weight from claw to claw. The officers buzzed, talking numbers. An older Drake in front with faded green-and-yellow scales raised a claw and spoke shortly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s why we\u2019re attacking by night, not trying to take them by day. Silence in the ranks.\u201d<\/p>\n

And there was. The [General] snorted as he eyed the Wyverns flying overhead.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmpf. Come on and land already, you beasts.\u201d<\/p>\n

4th Army\u2019s [General] was a Drake named Edellein Blackwing. A relation\u2014a half-brother\u2014to the famed Thrissiam Blackwing, the deceased [General] of Pallass\u2019 2nd Army who\u2019d fallen in battle against the Goblin Lord last year.<\/p>\n

That had been a huge blow. In some ways, it was still recent news, although much had passed since that time. But in the echelons of Pallas\u2019s military, the loss of 2nd Army was keenly felt.<\/p>\n

With the death of General Thrissiam Blackwing, Pallass had lost one of their prized [Generals] and replacing him was no easy feat. Even so, the Walled City always kept one standing army and [General] stationed at the city. They never left, although they did rotate out officers and soldiers as needed.<\/p>\n

But Thrissiam\u2019s death had been a disaster. He\u2019d lost an entire army<\/em> to the Goblin Lord. More importantly, he had died in battle, disgracing the Blackwing name. He\u2014and Osthia. Edellein clenched one fist, thinking about it. Thrissiam had managed to lose another promising member of their family!<\/p>\n

It still burned at him. The elder [General] was far older than Thrissiam, and he had no wings or magical breath despite being born of the Blackwing family. He had risen to his position through decades of service. And right at this moment, he resented the change in his fortunes that had led him to this point, sitting in a forest and waiting for the Wyverns to attack so his army could clean them up.<\/p>\n

4th Army had the job of laying the bait and waiting for the Wyverns to gorge themselves and sleep. Then, and only then, would the 1st Army stroll in to help with the night attack. Edellein glowered, imagining that damn Dullahan swooping in and claiming credit for his army\u2019s hard work.<\/p>\n

\u201cGeneral Blackwing, the Wyverns don\u2019t seem keen on taking the bait. Do they suspect a trap?\u201d<\/p>\n

One of Edellein\u2019s officers whispered at him. The older Drake snorted.<\/p>\n

\u201cWyverns don\u2019t think, [Major]. These ones are clearly distracted by something. But we have our orders. Directly from Pallass.\u201d<\/p>\n

His lips twisted sourly. The Day Strategist had given 4th Army the order, another thing Edellein resented. He <\/em>was a [General]. He commanded [Strategists]! But the ones on the wall could mobilize an entire army. Grudgingly, he had to admit it was a good plan. The weyr would lay waste to the lands Pallass controlled, so they had to be driven off. Still\u2014he looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cBig Wyverns. I\u2019ve hunted them before, but this is a nest and a half. We\u2019ll keep them from getting airborne. [Mages] in first. Put the rest to sleep, then web them up with enough spells and move in. Not a challenge. If they were in the air, we\u2019d have a fight!\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed. The other officers laughed too, reassured by the Drake\u2019s confidence. The Wyverns were outnumbered many times by 4th Army, after all. It was only to minimalize casualties they were taking the ambush approach. Even so\u2026Edellein saw an opportunity as he eyed the Wyvern Lord warily circling above.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019d be interesting mounts. Pallass could use some [Wyvern Riders]. Hah! Now there\u2019s a thought. Better than Oteslia\u2019s Pegasi. Prepare me a battalion with nets, hooks, and ropes. And consult with some [Beast Tamers] about Wyvern capture.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [General] turned his head impatiently.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not? We might as well get more than meat and hides and talons out of them. And we\u2019ll have enough hide to outfit an entire regiment! Which 4th Army will naturally acquire. We\u2019re the ones doing all the hard work. Let 1st wait it out. As soon as those Wyverns land and start napping, we\u2019ll head in and take them all.\u201d<\/p>\n

A muted cheer rose from the command. It would be a scandal, but Edellein could always claim he\u2019d seen an opportunity. He smiled as his underlings rushed to fulfill his orders. Why not ride a Wyvern? It could be done\u2014you just needed the right classes to tame it. And that<\/em> would be a sight for sore eyes!<\/p>\n

In a good humor, the Drake waited for the Wyverns to land. He wasn\u2019t worried about the fight. 4th Army could bring down the Wyverns even in a fair fight. If anything, he only felt sorry for the people of Pallass. Beef would be in shorter supply after sacrificing so many cattle, but then, they\u2019d be dining on Wyvern steaks tomorrow! All he had to do was wait.<\/p>\n

But\u2014<\/p>\n

Overhead, the Wyvern Lord was very tempted by the food. He could hear the younger Wyverns shrieking their hunger, wanting to dive and snatch their prey. But only one thing halted the Wyvern Lord from attacking.<\/p>\n

Magic.<\/em> The Wyvern Lord stared down at the forest. And then at the distant fortress of stone. It was like a small mountain in its own way. And he sensed magic coming from the forest and<\/em> the city.<\/p>\n

There was something in the forest. The Wyvern Lord had no idea what, but his mind sensed a trap. And he didn\u2019t like the Walled City. It had so much<\/em> magic. In fact, the aura it was giving off reminded him vaguely of\u2026<\/p>\n

The Dragon.<\/em> The Wyvern Lord hissed. He didn\u2019t like it at all. No wonder few monsters strayed near Pallass. The ones that could sense magic surely sensed the same intimidating aura from the Walled City. But he\u2014he was not afraid of Dragons!<\/p>\n

Enraged, the Wyvern Lord turned. Enough of the fat things! He wanted a nest first, then<\/em> food. And that stone mountain had it, he was sure. He changed directions, shrieking<\/em> to keep his reluctant weyr in line. The Wyvern Lord aimed straight at Pallass. This time\u2014this time he\u2019d win!<\/p>\n

On the ground, 4th Army went into a panic as the Wyverns flew away from the cattle. General Edellein swore a blue streak.<\/p>\n

\u201cGeneral! The Wyverns are turning! What are our orders?\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment the [General] debated hitting the Wyverns, but 4th Army would<\/em> take losses fighting that many unprepared. And Pallass had defenses. He shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods damn it. Tell the city the Wyverns are headed their way right now.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He sighed. No glorious captured Wyverns for him to ride. Oh well. Pallass would have its beef. And some Wyvern meat. If the city left anything large enough to eat. He sighed as the Wyverns headed straight for Pallass. He estimated they had about thirty minutes before they came in range of the walls. Nothing to worry about, though. Pallass had been built to resist Dragon attacks. What could a bunch of Wyverns do?<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t think it would hurt anyone. Or cause so much trouble, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFamous last words. You know, most [Alchemists] have one. They\u2019re generally not very good. \u2018I didn\u2019t think it would blow up if I mixed them together\u2019. That\u2019s a common one. Or just\u2014\u2018Oops\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin glared at Saliss from her cell.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m being serious.\u201d<\/p>\n

He half-turned and raised a single brow ridge, Drakes not being naturally endowed with eyebrows.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo am I. So your Skill was fire-based, hmm? And it made old Pelt cry?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin sagged onto her cot-bed. She felt tired. And sad.<\/p>\n

\u201cI just\u2014I think it helped. But it hurt<\/em> him. And I didn\u2019t want him to be hurt. I didn\u2019t think<\/em> about the knife.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr your pet skeleton. Which could apparently think.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cSo\u2014just to be clear, you\u2019re upset about accidentally ignoring your pet skeleton gaining a mind, and accidentally traumatizing an old Dwarf [Blacksmith] with your magical emotional fire that you can conjure into being with the power of memory?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice paused. She glared at Saliss\u2019 nude backside, which was preferable to his front.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not lying!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I believe you. I\u2019m just trying to put it all in perspective.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not as silly as you make it out to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not saying it is silly. Did I say it was hilarious?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s in your tone of voice! Are you even listening to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss looked over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re making potions!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like to multitask. Go on. Did you get arrested after that? I assume so\u2014the Watch wouldn\u2019t just let you get away with that.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin slumped against her bed. The [Alchemist] half-turned. The vial was bubbling in one fist, but he stopped it neatly with a cork. He put it in a little holder on his workbench and picked up a flask.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it sounds like you had a rough day, Miss Solstice. And I wish I\u2019d been there to see it! But that\u2019s the problem with the Watch. They\u2019re overzealous. They got me this morning. And there I was! Just minding my own business.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if children saw you naked?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin scowled at Saliss. He eyed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, why is that a bad thing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you\u2019re naked! They\u2019re kids!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd everyone gets naked. Do we have to have this argument again?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin threw up her hands. Saliss nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cGlad you agree. Now, where did I put\u2026? Better mix this up before my vial explodes. One second!\u201d<\/p>\n

He picked up a glass jar and flitted to his shelf of ingredients. He was so quick! Erin could barely follow him as he pulled out powders or flasks of liquid and began combining them at rapid speed. They all went into the glass beaker, and Saliss mixed it all up before pouring it into a round container over a small burner.<\/p>\n

He had any number of wonky containers, all glass, which did things like leave a thin layer between two liquids, or funnel both down towards a bottom\u2026now Saliss lit a fire under the rounded beaker, and inserted a tube into the vial.<\/p>\n

Erin watched the vial begin to bubble up.<\/em> Since there was nowhere for the liquid to go, she saw it shoot up through the tube into the beaker which was bubbling. The two mixed and Erin backed up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a little reaction. Want to see?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss picked up the connected vial and flask and waved it at her. Erin recoiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! Isn\u2019t that dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly if I drop it. Oops!\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss dropped both containers. Erin jumped backwards. The Drake caught both containers a foot from the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cHah! Got you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t do that\u2014if you\u2014I\u2019m going to kill you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s heart was beating way<\/em> too fast. Saliss rolled his eyes, amused.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be worried. Actually, the worst that could happen is that this vial overpressurizes and explodes. But you can\u2019t make anything go \u2018boom\u2019 with this mixture. Not really. Everyone thinks that\u2019s so common among [Alchemists] when it\u2019s really just accidentally poisoning yourself with gas. Real explosions don\u2019t happen that often.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, they do in my shop. But I\u2019m specialized.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNone of this is reassuring me. And why do you get a workbench\u2014no, why do you get anything<\/em> in prison? Isn\u2019t the point that you don\u2019t get anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Innkeeper] glared across at Saliss. He laughed lightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut then how would I make a tonic for all the poor old people? Some [Senators] buy my tonic, Miss Solstice. Well, that damn Xif has cornered the market on most of the soothing tonics, but this one he hasn\u2019t copied! Nearly done. See? Want a taste?\u201d<\/p>\n

The liquid from the vial had migrated over to the flask. Erin watched as he swirled the grey liquid from the vial into the flask. The result was\u2026well, it was a beige-grey liquid. Not appetizing, but she had to admit it didn\u2019t look the worst. More creamy, really. She still backed away as Saliss poured it into a bottle and offered it to her.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cOh come on. It\u2019ll make you feel better. It\u2019s not poison. I\u2019m an [Alchemist]. A professional! I\u2019m part of the Alchemist\u2019s Guild I\u2019ll have you know!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re butt-naked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd? At least I<\/em> don\u2019t get fur in my potions. Fine, suit yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss sniffed. He took a sip from his tonic.<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh, that\u2019s hot. Good thing I didn\u2019t offer it to you. You\u2019d have scorched your tongue.\u201d<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t seem to bother him. Saliss happily bottled the tonic and put it on a rack to cool. Erin saw numerous bottles and ingredients on his shelves. Saliss sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat next? Another tonic? Or maybe something for hair loss? I could sell a few dozen bottles, maybe. Gnolls buy it up like mad. Say, do you know if Liscor\u2019s got a market for strength potions?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? You mean, strength as in\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMuscles. You drink, you lift heavy things. [Woodcutters] and such buy them, but they can\u2019t afford a lot. I\u2019m thinking more of adventurers. Any Gold-ranks in Liscor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have the Wings of Pallass, the Flamewardens\u2026there are some Gold-ranks there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess I could make a few draughts, then. Oh well. Busy work is busy work. So that\u2019s your day, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss casually found another beaker. Erin stared at him. Who was<\/em> he? She was convinced he was not your normal prisoner. But she still couldn\u2019t remember where she\u2019d heard his name.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. That\u2019s how I got here. By causing trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sighed. Saliss nodded agreeably. He was a good listener, which was surprising, but he\u2019d heard Erin\u2019s story out, even when she\u2019d had to explain about Toren. Actually, he\u2019d taken her story about a magical skeleton at face-value. Even someone from this world would have had to ask questions, but Saliss?<\/p>\n

Erin eyed him. The Drake was nodding to himself. He turned his head as he dropped a very green root in a mortar and began smashing it up with a pestle.<\/p>\n

\u201cI get it. You\u2019ve been making mistakes. But you know something, Erin? No one\u2019s perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that. And I don\u2019t need a pep talk!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin scowled at him. Saliss chuckled.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Because I wasn\u2019t going to give you one. I was just going to say\u2014the thing with your skeleton\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cToren. His name was Toren.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cToren. That\u2019s different from what happened just now with Pelt. I mean, the thing with the skeleton was awful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin hung her head.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cIt had a soul. A heart. And you killed it. All those people are dead because of you.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The young woman sat heavily, staring at nothing. The Drake went on.<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods, all those deaths on your conscience? And you could have avoided it all? You\u2019re a monster. If I had a club, I\u2019d go over and smack your brains out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI deserve it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are walking scum. Scum!<\/em> I\u2019ve known Crelers who deserved more love than you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin looked up and glared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can stop now. I get the point.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] grinned at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas I saying anything you disagreed with?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin hesitated. Then she shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. People died and I could have stopped it. Toren was my fault. I just never\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss poured the ground-up root into a container.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou made a mistake. And I\u2019m no Watch Captain who can tell you how much was your fault. But that one was yours. Still\u2014the thing with Pelt? That\u2019s different. And I think you\u2019re mixing the two up in your head. You used a Skill that got that old Dwarf to make something he was proud<\/em> of.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut he was crying.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss laughed. Erin\u2019s head shot up angrily. The Drake waved at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, sorry. I know you\u2019re upset. But Pelt cries when he spills his beer. He\u2019s a terrible drunk! So you made him cry and cause a stir. So what?<\/em> That Dwarf hasn\u2019t made something he was proud of since he came to Pallass. If all it took was a bit of a stir\u2014hells, I\u2019d have blown up Maughin\u2019s forge too if it meant giving the Dwarf something. So what if you caused a scene? The question is: was it worth the cost?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at Erin with a grin. The young woman blinked. Then she remembered something. Pelt\u2019s last look towards her. His words.<\/p>\n

The craft thanks you.<\/em> She hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFair enough. But I think it was. Your problem, Erin, is that you just don\u2019t know how to control your Skill. You let it get out of control. You don\u2019t know what it does.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue. So what do I do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFind out. Obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss flipped a vial over his shoulder and caught it in the other hand. He waggled his tail in delight. Then he looked at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cMind showing me?\u201d<\/p>\n

She blinked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Show you my Skill? That\u2019s what got me in here!\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cSo show me! How much worse could it get? That\u2019s another famous set of last words. I think I knew a fellow who said that right before he melted his bones.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] laughed. Erin blinked at his back. Then she paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just so sad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShow<\/em> me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss looked at her. Erin bristled, but the [Alchemist] didn\u2019t blink. He watched Erin steadily out of the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the worst that could happen? Really. All that would happen is that I\u2019d burst into tears, and then I\u2019d stop annoying you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s lips almost twitched at that. He had a point. Reluctantly, she put her hands together. And it wasn\u2019t hard. All she had to do was think of Toren. And Pelt. Her grief and guilt rose. It was all she could think about.<\/p>\n

Guilt, and pain. And sorrow.<\/em><\/p>\n

And there it was again. Erin felt the memory burning. And then there was fire. In her hands. A blue flame licked upwards. Erin gazed at it\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cPrisoner using a Skill!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

A bellow rang through the prison. Erin jumped<\/em> and saw a [Guard] pounding towards her, a huge baton drawn. Erin panicked, but Saliss whirled.<\/p>\n

\u201cShh. Shh. It\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stuck an arm out of his cell. The charging Drake skidded to a stop.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir Saliss? But\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked uncertainly at him, and then at her companions, who had rushed over at her shout. Saliss leaned against his cell and waved at them.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello! Thanks for shouting my earholes off. But I\u2019m fine. This young woman is just showing me a Skill. Go on. Shoo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s jaw dropped as the cluster of [Guards] stared at Saliss. The female Drake with the baton hesitated. Erin waited for her to smack Saliss upside his grinning face, but to her astonishment, the [Guard] nodded. Without a word, she turned around and the [Guards] walked away.<\/p>\n

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

Erin stared at Saliss. He shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I can\u2019t let them beat you into a pulp now, can I?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut they\u2014you\u2014who are<\/em> you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a naked Drake in a cell practicing alchemy. Who are you,<\/em> Erin Solstice? A random Human who\u2019s reached Level 40 before she\u2019s turned thirty? You know, that\u2019s beyond a genius. The King of Destruction pulled off that feat, and he was called a prodigy and a threat to end the world. Who are you?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin had no answer to that. But the blue glow in her cell made her look down.<\/p>\n

The flame burned in Erin\u2019s hands, neither hot nor cold, but burning with memory. Guilt and sadness. Erin heard a sound and realized a prisoner eight cells down was staring at her flame. Tears ran from the Gnoll\u2019s eyes and he whirled away. Even the [Guards] had to look back once.<\/p>\n

It was a beautiful, terrible fire. Erin waited for it to touch Saliss, but the [Alchemist] just blinked at the blue flame. Thoughtfully, he paused with the beaker in one hand. He looked at the blue flame, and then at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cInteresting. You\u2019re no ordinary [Innkeeper], are you, Miss Erin? Even for your level, I\u2019ve never seen that Skill. Nor heard of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured to Erin\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a beautiful flame. Sorrowful. And I can\u2019t say I know the Skill. But\u2014may I see it?\u201d<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t crying. But his laughing expression and the humor in his tone had evaporated. He was just thoughtful, now. Serious. Erin looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow? I can\u2019t throw it to you. Can I?\u201d<\/p>\n

She\u2019d done it once, but she doubted Saliss could catch the cold fire. The Drake grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem. Hold on one moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

He put down the beaker on his work station, then trotted over to the cell door. He pushed at the cell door\u2014and it swung open. Erin gaped. Saliss stepped out into the prison and walked over to her cell.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, hand it over. Actually, maybe I should get a bit of wood. One second.\u201d<\/p>\n

He walked back into his cell. Erin gaped at him some more as he casually swung the door closed after him. She half-shouted as he came back.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could walk out the entire time?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss looked surprised. He waved a claw at his cell as he came back with a length of wood.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no. I\u2019m still under arrest for general indecency.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Saliss rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I have to stay in my cell most of the time because it\u2019s the law.<\/em> I\u2019m under arrest, still. But because it\u2019s me, I get my cell door unlocked and some equipment in my cell so I can work. The open door is nice\u2014I can use the Watch\u2019s bathroom and get snacks. And if there\u2019s an emergency, I don\u2019t need to break the door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBreak the\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin bit her tongue. She squinted at Saliss.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you? Really?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes glinted and he smiled. The naked Drake struck a pose.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust the most talented [Alchemist] you\u2019ve ever met! And too valuable for the Assembly of Crafts to exile. Now, your blue flame. May I see it?\u201d<\/p>\n

He held out one hand and the length of wood. Erin hesitated, but then she gingerly offered him her cupped palms through the cell door. Saliss peered at the fire.<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh, that is cold. Fascinating. I wonder, is it one thing or is it just\u2026fire? It\u2019s clearly burning off some magical fuel. Your mana? Some facet of your Skill? If I put the torch in here, will it migrate entirely to the torch or just partially?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin blinked at Saliss. The Drake nodded to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe spirit of inquiry. [Alchemists] love<\/em> playing with new things. And figuring out a new Skill is great! Alright, let\u2019s try the bit of wood.\u201d<\/p>\n

He dipped the wood into the flame. Instantly, the fire stuck to the wood. Erin felt a chill and snatched her hands back.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh! Cold!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAha! We\u2019re learning something already! Once it leaves your hands, the flame is no longer yours!<\/em> Fascinating. This is cold! But if you look closely, it is<\/em> feeding off the wood. So it needs a fire source! But is it feeding off ambient mana in the air as well?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss waved the blue torch around. Erin saw him pointing out the slowly burning wood. It was turning into ash, not an ember. She found herself blinking as he observed things she should have. Would have, if she hadn\u2019t been so down.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s cold, which I\u2019m familiar with, but it\u2019s giving off an emotional aura. Definitely not your average fire.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat will you do with it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could freeze something with it. I do need to chill some materials, but I can just cool off whatever I want another way. And this flame is depressing. Hey, do you know how to put it out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. It just went out when there was no more charcoal in Pelt\u2019s forge.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss brightened up.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent! Then we can perform some tests! Let\u2019s try air first. Then some other things!\u201d<\/p>\n

He rushed into his cell. Erin saw him rummaging about.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, for test number one. Smothering. If I toss it on the ground and stomp\u2014whoops! There it goes!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake happily stomped on the torch as he tossed it on the cell floor. Erin saw him stomp twice with a bare, clawed foot and the flames died down. Saliss snatched the torch back up. Erin called out as he nodded, satisfied.<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t that cold?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot to my Skill! I could bathe in acid! Actually, that\u2019s great<\/em> for cleaning the scales! Don\u2019t try it if you\u2019re not me. Now, let\u2019s try water.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss hunted for some liquid and poured it onto the torch. Half of the fire went out with a familiar hiss<\/em>. He laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that\u2019s not dangerous at all! Although\u2014look at that!\u201d<\/p>\n

He showed Erin the part of the torch he\u2019d extinguished. Rather than being wet and smoking, the water had frozen where it had put out the flame. She blinked. That was<\/em> different.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know my Skill worked like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t it fun?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake grinned as he waved the torch at Erin. But then he grew serious. The fire was retaking the wood, and the [Alchemist] held it out thoughtfully. Erin expected another laughing comment, but Saliss\u2019 voice was just\u2026calm. He stared into the blue grief of the fire and shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you just hold it, Erin, it\u2019s fire. Sad fire. Cold fire. But worthless. Rather like casting a mass-emotion spell. Like, say, [Complete Grief]. I can see why you were arrested. Who wants someone waving that around?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded at the torch. Erin hung her head. It was true. She could show Pelt the depths of her honesty, but all she had done was bring him sadness. Saliss regarded Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it can be more. And figuring out what it can be is my job. And yours. Look at this flame, Erin. What do you think it can be?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin looked. She tried to think.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Making ice cream?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHah!\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss nearly dropped the torch as he laughed. He grinned at Erin and nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s thinking like an [Alchemist]! It can cool<\/em>, which is valuable. And look\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured at the torch.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt burns so slowly. But it does burn, in its way. That can be useful. I know I\u2019d prefer this on a summer\u2019s day to explore a cave. Nice and cooling. Still depressing. But I wonder. Are there other flames you can make?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at Erin. She blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOther flames? I don\u2019t know. The Skill is [Like Fire, Memory].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich implies it\u2019s memory that changes the nature of the fire. Can you make a happy flame?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake looked at Erin. She shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I can\u2019t. Not right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin had tried. She\u2019d tried to think of something other than Toren. But even if she smiled, right now she was\u2014Erin wiped at her eyes. She looked over as Saliss made a sound in the cell opposite hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, perfect! I can cool these potions\u2014oops, sorry. Go on. You were crying?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin glared at him. Saliss gazed back. He had that smile. It was knowing, annoying, and reminded her of Pisces. If Pisces was a nudist. No\u2014it wasn\u2019t really Pisces. It was\u2026Erin didn\u2019t know how to explain it. Someone knowingly playing up his silliness. Who did that remind her of?<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry I can\u2019t be happy, you\u2014you jerk!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake laughed lightly. He waved the torch at Erin and the pale flame flickered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say it was a bad thing. But listen. You say sad, but I say you\u2019re wallowing <\/em>in it. Pigs do that. And I\u2019ll grant you that Humans look closer to pigs than anything but a shaved Gnoll, but cheer up, please! This flame\u2019s bumming me out.\u201d<\/p>\n

He produced a clear bottle and poured it on the blue fire and it went out.<\/p>\n

\u201cAha! Got it!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss tossed the burnt bit of wood aside. He whirled to face Erin and clapped his claws together.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re clearly depressed, and your Skill is causing trouble. It\u2019s my duty to help you out, Erin. So let\u2019s cheer you up!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease don\u2019t. I just want to rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin shook her head. Saliss ignored her. He looked around his cell, and then snapped his claws.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what cheers me up? And gets me arrested? Dancing. <\/em>Watch this!\u201d<\/p>\n

He did a little jig. Erin stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop that. It\u2019s not funny and you\u2019re naked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, have you ever seen a naked Drake dancing? No? This not doing it for you? How about this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss slid out of his cell. He did a little tap dance on the ground, his claws taking the place of shoes. Erin stared at him.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cI wanted to be a [Performer], you know. Okay, I can see this isn\u2019t entertaining. How about\u2014this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss did a twirl in place. Erin stared at him. He looked ridiculous<\/em>. The Drake poised with one leg up, balancing on his tail. He waggled his brow ridge at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d<\/p>\n

She snorted. Erin had to snort, in disbelief as much as anything else. She held up a hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop! Really, I appreciate it, but I want you to stop. Don\u2019t you understand words?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand that I\u2019m not getting to you. Let me try another one. How about Terandrian waltzing? La, la dee da\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He hummed something like a formal tune and glided across the stone floor. Erin stared at him. She had to say it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re crazy.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss stopped dancing, looking deeply offended.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe? Is it a crime to dance? If it is, lock me away! But watch out! I\u2019m not going to stop! Watch me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He leapt forwards. Erin saw him twirl down the length of the prison. Other inmates saw Saliss flash by them. Erin heard their raised voices, shouting in outrage.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cAncestors! My eyes! Put some clothes on!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh dead gods, he\u2019s out of his cell! Hey! Prison break! Put him back in! No one wants to see this!\u201d<\/p>\n

They began shouting for the [Guards]. Erin poked her head out of the bars as prisoners swore as Saliss danced by. And the [Alchemist] was dancing!<\/em> He pirouetted, leapt, and then shook his body as he came back towards Erin.<\/p>\n

He was good<\/em> at dancing! It was like watching a performer. Saliss strutted past Erin, and then did a move like a disco dancer. He grinned at her.<\/p>\n

The prison was full of shouting. [Prisoners] were hurling things at Saliss, shouting for him to put his clothes on and get back into his cell. They clearly knew him and hated his guts. And so did the [Guards]. Erin saw a group watching Saliss, but they didn\u2019t stop him. Some were rolling their eyes, others looking away.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut some clothes on you freak!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one wants to look at you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSpeak for yourself. There\u2019s just not much to see!\u201d<\/p>\n

That came from a female Gnoll. Saliss ignored the shouts. He swung his tail back and forth as he sidled back over to Erin. He turned.<\/p>\n

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

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

Erin looked at Saliss, her lips twitching. She couldn\u2019t believe what he was doing! He was<\/em> mad, completely! And yet\u2014Saliss raised his brows.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t you<\/em> dance? Come on, show me what you\u2019ve got.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tapped his feet against the ground, did a little spin. And Erin saw him swing his arms and travel back down the prison to more shouting. And he was dancing.<\/p>\n

She was no [Dancer]. Erin could sing and she had the class, but even that wasn\u2019t in her purview generally. She was a chess player. She didn\u2019t\u2026dance.<\/em> Nor had her social life in dancing situations ever ended up with her in the center of the circle of attention.<\/p>\n

She could dance, or at least, show Goblins how to do the Gangnam Style dance. But honestly, everyone had tried that one. But what Erin realized now was that dancing was another game and she was an amateur figuring out the board.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d seen Lyonette teaching Pawn classic ballroom dances from her world that reminded Erin of dancing from an era with kings and castles, but casual dancing between the people of this world was something Erin had seen only once. When she\u2019d sung from atop her inn, for instance.<\/p>\n

They moved<\/em>. Erin was no [Choreographer] who could speak to the evolution of dancing, but if she was, she might have observed that as the years had drawn on, dancing in her homeland of America, for instance, had ceased to move about as much.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t fair to say it was less technical; indeed, modern dancing had a lot of complex movements that involved every part of the body, but it had grown directional, and in many cases, static, dances you could perform in a confined arena, or, helpfully, captured by a single camera lens. But dancing in this world had never been constrained by the need to put it on video.<\/p>\n

It was free, and it travelled. Erin saw Saliss travel halfway across the prison hallway, his feet kicking high, laughing as he danced to an imaginary beat. If Erin could have compared it to anything, it would be swing dancing, or the free, expressive, limbs-akimbo dances from the beginning of the last century.<\/p>\n

And somehow, the Drake\u2019s insanity was catchy. Erin felt something rising in her chest as she watched him coming back her way. He paused in front of her cell, expectantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell? Hey, show me what you\u2019ve got.\u201d<\/p>\n

He produced a ring of keys and unlocked Erin\u2019s cell. Her jaw dropped. Saliss winked at her. Then he held out a claw.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me you can dance. Everyone can dance. Come on. What\u2019s stopping you?\u201d<\/p>\n

He winked again. And she couldn\u2019t help it. The ridiculousness of it, the sight of the Drake dancing in the prison amid all the shouting prisoners, it flipped a switch in Erin\u2019s chest. It was so familiar. It was\u2014something she\u2019d do.<\/p>\n

And then it happened. Erin started giggling. And then\u2014like magic, she started laughing. But it was no spell, or even a Skill. Saliss needed none of that. He grinned as Erin left her cell.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Fine.<\/em> You\u2019re insane<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTakes one to know one.\u201d<\/p>\n

He winked. Erin laughed. Then she tried to do a moonwalk. She failed. She couldn\u2019t dance<\/em>. And she hated that Saliss was actually better nude dancing than she was. By a lot. But Erin knew some moves.<\/p>\n

They ended up doing the Cha Cha Slide past a row of cells. Erin was laughing so hard she was crying. The [Guards] were shaking their heads. And the prisoners were rioting.<\/p>\n

\u201cArgh! Turn the other way! Turn the other way!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop waving it around you damn [Alchemist]! Get lost!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can leave the Human. Take your clothes off!\u201d<\/p>\n

What a strange world. Erin didn\u2019t quite believe it was happening. But somehow, she found herself laughing, laughing at the strangeness of it all as the [Alchemist] did the hustle while rolling his arms past a cell. He dodged a cup and did a Travolta, pointing out at the sky as he posed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee? You\u2019re smiling! I knew I could do it! Show me some more! Come on! Dance! Can we get some music in here?\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed at Erin. And she was giggling too hard to reply. Saliss backed up, doing a grapevine\u2014and someone blew a shrill whistle.<\/p>\n

\u201cSilence!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The piercing whistle made even Saliss and Erin pause. A squad of [Guards] marched down the prison on either side, forcing the prisoners back. They ignored Saliss and Erin, although a few glared at the Drake in a familiar way. He waved, and Erin saw a quartet of figures making their way towards her. The inmates went quiet as the patrol swept through the prison. Saliss sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. I think we\u2019re in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin swallowed. But he didn\u2019t look worried. He put his hands behind his head as the Gnoll [Warden] stomped towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir Saliss.<\/em> Please refrain from throwing my prison into chaos at your whim.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll [Warden] snarled at him. The Drake sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI make no promises. And I was just dancing. But if you insist, [Warden].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAsset to the city or not, I could triple your sentence!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll snapped at him. Saliss raised his claws innocently.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it has to be that way, I suppose I could stay a while longer.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll stared at Saliss, dismayed, and then glared at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd letting a prisoner out of their cell? Those keys are for emergencies only! This is a flagrant disregard for\u2014Strategist, I apologize. Our prisoner<\/em> is normally well-behaved. This hasn\u2019t happened in over a month\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She was bowing and addressing a much shorter Drake. Erin saw grey scales, an eye patch\u2014her eyes widened as Chaldion, the aged [Strategist] lifted a claw. He eyed Erin, and then looked at Saliss. He sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSaliss.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChaldion! And Rufelt and Lasica! What brings you here? Am I under arrest? Lock me away! I could live here a week! Make it a month!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll [Warden] paled under her fur as Saliss winked at the old Drake. She turned hurriedly to Chaldion as Erin spotted the Gnoll and Drake beyond Chaldion. Rufelt grinned at her\u2014Lasica was covering her eyes. Erin weakly waved.<\/p>\n

\u201cStrategist Chaldion! I cannot apologize enough\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake spoke softly, but the [Warden] shot to attention. Chaldion eyed Saliss again and shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am well aware of Adventurer Saliss\u2019 antics. Given the circumstances, I don\u2019t find any issue here. Except with Saliss himself. Let us pretend this incident never occurred, Warden Grasfur. I will take it from here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSir!\u201d<\/p>\n

Relieved, the Warden saluted and retreated. She shot Saliss a glare and he waved back at her. Chaldion sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cSaliss\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was just dancing, Chaldion. But if you insist, I suppose the Assembly can punish me. Kick me out of the city! Go on, I deserve it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake spread his arms. Chaldion sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy am I not surprised to see you with the very Human I\u2019m here to find?\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss pursed his lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, she was put in the cell opposite mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Chaldion looked at Erin. She blinked at him. She knew him too! Erin glanced past him at the Gnoll and Drake couple.<\/p>\n

\u201cRufelt! Lasica! What are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin smiled weakly. Lasica, the Drake [Chef], pursed her lips and spoke in an acerbic tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin, when I recommended you to Pallass Hunting, it was to keep you from causing trouble in<\/em> Pallass.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI uh\u2014I didn\u2019t mean<\/em> to cause a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rufelt sighed. He looked more amused than his wife; his eyes were twinkling as he looked at Saliss and then the prison.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd so you got thrown in jail, yes? The 9th floor is still in an uproar. Lucky for you, we\u2019re here to bail you out.\u201d<\/p>\n

He winked. Lasica elbowed her husband, glaring.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Strategist Chaldion has been exceptionally<\/em> kind enough to review your case on his time off.\u201d<\/p>\n

She half-bowed to the Drake and Chaldion grinned, showing yellowed, but still-sharp teeth. Erin blinked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was? I mean\u2014thank you! I wasn\u2019t\u2014it was his idea to let me out. He has keys!<\/em> And he\u2019s naked!\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed at Saliss. No one had commented on his nudity. Indeed, all three adults just gave Saliss a resigned look. Both Rufelt and Chaldion kept their gazes strictly focused upwards. Lasica\u2019s look was the most pointed. She glared at Saliss, and then at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s quite an imposition, and you should be grateful<\/em> that Chaldion decided to release you early. Or he was going to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Thank you! I mean\u2014it was an accident! But I\u2019m extremely sorry\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin gulped. She\u2019d completely forgotten about her sentence while she\u2019d been dancing with Saliss. But Chaldion smiled. His tail moved back and forth lazily as he gestured at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard a rumor that a strange Human female had been causing trouble. I thought it sounded familiar, so I made an inquiry. I\u2019m partial to gambling, so I owe myself a few drinks at Tails and Scales.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich we\u2019d be delighted to treat you to, sir. Our Human friend has been exceptionally disruptive, and we can\u2019t apologize enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica frowned again at Erin. The young woman shuffled her feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t mean\u2014I am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m aware. Although, I must ask. Do you remember me, Miss Solstice?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin blinked at Chaldion. He was short, having shrunken with age. She nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI remember. At my inn. You used that crazy Skill to win. Hey\u2026are you some big shot?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica and Rufelt both sighed. Chaldion only laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s relative. But I do have the authority to release you. Which I will do. On the condition that we play another game. None of the brats\u2014I mean, whelps Pallass churns out can play a game with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? Just for a game of chess? I mean\u2014thank you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin saw Lasica\u2019s warning look. Chaldion chuckled to himself and nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re already out of your cell and cuffs. Now, as for you, Saliss\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He eyed the naked Drake. Saliss folded his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was just helping Miss Solstice find her inner [Dancer]. By all means, arrest me! Put me in the stocks\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSaliss.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica growled at him. The Drake sighed and unfolded his arms. Chaldion gave him a one-eyed look.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir<\/em> Saliss Oliwing.\u201d<\/p>\n

His tone was cold. Erin felt her own back straighten as Chaldion stared at Saliss. There was a familiar tingle in the air. Lasica and Rufelt winced, and Erin felt the distinctive feel of an aura being used. She pushed away the oppressive feeling. But then\u2014it wasn\u2019t aimed at her.<\/p>\n

The nude [Alchemist] paused, and his lighthearted look turned into reluctant seriousness. He stared past Chaldion\u2019s head as the [Strategist] looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir Saliss. Are you simply incapable of keeping yourself out of trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cApparently not, [Strategist]. I apologize for the inconvenience to the Watch, and the city.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss spoke in a flat tone, not meeting Chaldion\u2019s gaze. The old [Strategist] pursed his lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour rank gives you privilege. Do you have any respect for it?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a glint in Saliss\u2019 eye as he turned his head. He met Erin\u2019s gaze for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat good is rank if it\u2019s not used, Strategist?\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion glared. Erin felt the pressure intensify\u2014and then vanish. Chaldion waved a disgusted claw.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll consider this part of mitigating your sentence. And if it means restoring order here, it\u2019s a small cost. You\u2019re free to go. Clothed. Get out of my prison.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s always a catch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss relaxed. Chaldion turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a disgrace to Pallass, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019d say in that case it\u2019s a wonder Pallass has to embrace me at all. It was lovely meeting you, Miss Solstice. Rufelt, Lasica, I\u2019ll visit the bar sometime later. When the glorious high-strategist Chaldion\u2019s gone. I need to find a towel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin didn\u2019t quite see sparks bursting off Saliss and Chaldion as the two Drakes walked past each other. She held her breath\u2014and then Saliss was gone, waving at a [Guard]. The air relaxed. Erin looked at Rufelt. He gave her a knowing nod, saying\u2026well, she got it.<\/p>\n

Chaldion sighed. He looked at Erin and Lasica intervened. The [Chef] gave a polite smile and grabbed Erin\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for your help, Chaldion. And you<\/em>, Erin, will be coming with us. For a talk about rules in Pallass. Let\u2019s all retire to the bar, shall we?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her claws were sharp. Erin yelped.<\/p>\n

\u201cOw! Lasica! It was an accident! Ow, ow!\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion chuckled as the Drake hissed at Erin. He waved a claw as he turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat will be all, Warden.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded as the quartet walked back towards the entrance of the prison. Erin stared as the prison [Guards] smartly opened both gates to let them out. They treated Chaldion like\u2026she eyed the Drake hurrying out ahead of them with a towel wrapped around his waist. Rufelt and Lasica eyed Saliss from behind, but he did<\/em> have a covering on.<\/p>\n

\u201cLasica, who is<\/em> he? I met that guy\u2014Saliss\u2014in jail. They threw me in the punishment<\/em> cell and he\u2014he\u2019s naked and he\u2019s an [Alchemist] and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica sighed. Her claws weren\u2019t digging into Erin\u2019s arm anymore. She nodded at Saliss as the Drake spread his arms, his towel perilously close to falling off him. Erin heard him shout.<\/p>\n

\u201cFreedom!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be our insane Drake. Saliss Oliwing. Everyone in Pallass knows him. I hope he didn\u2019t bother you too much?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe didn\u2019t\u2014actually, he was really annoying. But it was also good. Sort of.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin blinked. Somehow, she\u2019d forgotten her funk. She\u2019d laughed<\/em> for the first time in ages. Lasica gave Erin a side-long glance.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, well. You\u2019re smiling. Maybe it was good the two of you met. He does have that effect on people.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin felt at her face. She blinked.<\/p>\n

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

Chaldion cleared his throat. As the group emerged into the sun, the [Strategist] pointed at Saliss\u2019 back. The old Drake glared as Saliss spread his arms towards the sky.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin Solstice. May I present Saliss Oliwing, the highest-leveled [Alchemist] in all of Pallass. Perhaps the world. He is also a Named Adventurer and Pallass\u2019 only<\/em> permanent resident Named-rank adventurer in the entire city. He is one of the most powerful Drakes on the continent, known as Saliss of Lights.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin stared. Her jaw dropped. She saw Saliss waving at a pair of Drakes who hurried past him, avoiding his gaze.<\/p>\n

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

She looked at Lasica and Rufelt. The two nodded, resigned. Erin looked at Chaldion. Then at Saliss.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cOur Named Adventurer. He gets arrested every other week for nudity. And he\u2019s completely above the law. The city needs him too badly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica muttered, shaking his head. Chaldion just stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot my law. But the Assembly of Crafts has given him immunities. That hatchling<\/em> dances about and does what he pleases, even in prison. Don\u2019t let him fool you. He\u2019s dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot to you. To monsters. But he is<\/em> a Named Adventurer. A powerful one, even by their standards.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rufelt clarified. He nodded at Saliss. Erin just gaped at Saliss. It couldn\u2019t be. But\u2014everything made sense. The Drake was laughing, doing a boogie-dance in the streets.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut he\u2019s so\u2026random.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s an act. Mostly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica\u2019s lip curled. Her tail moved restlessly as she looked at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe aggravates anyone he\u2019s put in a cell across from. And he\u2019ll tangle with even a gang in Pallass and cause a commotion at the drop of a hat. He\u2019s a nuisance\u2014but he\u2019s also generous. He keeps Pallass safe, so he gets a lot of leeway. And he does help people in need quite often. Actually\u2026I think he\u2019s you. <\/em>Pallass\u2019 crazy Drake [Alchemist]. Which makes you Liscor\u2019s copy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s jaw dropped. She spluttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! I\u2019m nothing like him! <\/em>I\u2019m not a nudist! Hey! Take that back!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica refused to. She grinned as Erin turned red and pointed at Saliss\u2019 back. Chaldion and Rufelt laughed as well. The Gnoll gave Erin the side-eye as he cupped his chin thoughtfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s true! I didn\u2019t think of it that way, but Saliss is like a male Erin. He\u2019s certainly done as much or more than she has.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not him! Hey! Hey!<\/em> Take it back! He\u2019s crazy! I don\u2019t dance about naked! He wouldn\u2019t put on pants! I\u2019m nothing like that!\u201d<\/p>\n

The old Drake grinned at her and his one good eye crinkled up as the young woman shouted, and then laughed along with the husband and wife. Erin was outraged, amused\u2014and strangely, happy. As she protested outside of Pallass\u2019 prison, and the Drake [Alchemist] laughed and spun in the sunlight, Erin Solstice remembered.<\/p>\n

She could be happy too.<\/em> And like a bubble bursting in her chest, Erin remembered them. Happier days. Something bright emerged, and blew away the rainclouds that had been hovering over her heart. She blinked. And then she remembered a day in the inn, sitting and watching Mrsha tease Pisces. Feeding the Redfang Goblins. Laughing.<\/p>\n

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

Lasica recoiled away from Erin. The young woman jumped and looked down. A bright flame bloomed in her hands. Rufelt and Chaldion stared. The old [Strategist] blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. So that<\/em> is the Skill that caused so much trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cErin!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica stared at the flame in Erin\u2019s hands. The young woman blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to! I\u2019m sorry. I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Her breath caught. Erin stared down at the dancing, bright flame. It wasn\u2019t sad. In fact, it was lively. Small, but burning bright. And not blue, but\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cPurple?\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was. A fiery, purple flame, turning to pink around the edges. Bright and shining, fading to pink out from the purple core. It was small, but it glowed. Erin stared at it. And she didn\u2019t feel laughter. She just felt\u2026a bit happy.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, isn\u2019t this a lovely color?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin started. Saliss of Lights, the Named Adventurer of Pallass, rested an arm on Erin\u2019s shoulder. He stared down at the flame, grinning.<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew it was tied to emotion. Well, well. Happiness is a royal purple for you. Not yellow? But is it my preconceptions or yours? Or just the color the flame takes at this particular moment, or with this set of emotions? And what does this<\/em> flame do? Let\u2019s find out!\u201d<\/p>\n

He touched a tiny length of wood to the flame. Erin jumped and felt a bloom of warmth as the flame leapt onto the torch. Saliss laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYoink! Thank you, Miss Solstice! Ooh. What a pleasant warmth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey! How did you\u2014? Give that back!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCall it a fee for the help! I have to experiment with this! Tell Xif this one\u2019s mine! And away I go!\u201d<\/p>\n

Saliss leapt backwards. Erin grabbed for him, but he raced off, charging down the street and laughing. The purple flame bloomed on the torch, small, weak, but radiant. A bit of happiness.<\/p>\n

After about fifty feet Saliss\u2019 towel came off. Erin heard shouts. An exclamation. A scream for the Watch. Chaldion stared after Saliss and shook his head. Lasica sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf he wasn\u2019t a Named Adventurer, I think the Assembly of Crafts would have exiled him years ago, genius or not. But he is<\/em> unrivaled in what he does. Still, someday\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head. Rufelt nodded and Chaldion just pursed his lips. But Erin smiled. She looked after Saliss. He did remind her of\u2026her. Of the act, certainly. But he\u2019d been kind. And somehow\u2014he\u2019d managed to turn her mood upside down. She wondered what the real Saliss was like.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like him. He\u2019s free.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf clothing, certainly. Shall we leave him be? Hopefully he just holes himself in his workshop and doesn\u2019t emerge for a week. And I could use a drink I was promised. And a game of chess with this young woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion snorted. Lasica started and Rufelt, smiling, swept his paw up.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. To Tails and Scales!\u201d<\/p>\n

The group headed out. Erin looked sideways at Chaldion. They\u2019d played only a few games, but she vividly remembered the one-eyed Drake flipping his eye patch up to use the magic embedded in his fake eye. She caught Chaldion looking at her too.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, thanks. Really. I know I caused a fuss, but it was this thing with Pelt and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake waved a claw.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve dealt with far worse. But I am sure you will not cause a fuss like that twice.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked meaningfully at Erin. She shuffled her feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho me? Of course not! I\u2019ve learned my lesson! I don\u2019t want to go to prison.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201dGood! Because Pallass would be well within its rights to leave you there for at least a day, even for an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica warned Erin severely. The young woman winced. Chaldion just smiled, though.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue enough. But on the whole, I believe Miss Erin should thank Guardsman Kel. I understand he ordered her put in the cells near Saliss. Normally we consider that a kind of punishment since our Named Adventurer is quite adept at aggravating his cellmates.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank him? He told them to put me in jail!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin started, remembering Kel\u2019s order to the [Guards]. Chaldion nodded agreeably.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. With one of the few individuals in the city able to help you control that Skill of yours. Of course, Magus Grimalkin is another renowned expert, but you did commit a crime. There are consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at Erin again. She flushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. That\u2019s true. But\u2014huh.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to pay for your mistakes. In case Chaldion wasn\u2019t clear, you don\u2019t get another chance.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica poked Erin in the side. Rufelt put an arm on his wife\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, Lasica. I\u2019m sure Erin is sorry enough. Especially after dealing with Saliss for an entire hour.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just want to make sure she understands this isn\u2019t Liscor! There are serious consequences and we can\u2019t protect her!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin kicked along the street, looking down at her feet. She muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I\u2019m<\/em> the consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHm? What was that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lasica glared at Erin. She avoided the Drake\u2019s wrathful gaze. And she found herself glancing at Chaldion.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cIt was nothing. But I do mean it when I say I want to play a game of chess with you. I\u2019ve been thinking over the last time we played.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. I wouldn\u2019t mind that. But\u2014Lasica. I have to go back to my inn. I got sidetracked, but I know it\u2019s open.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou owe Chaldion a game. And we owe him some drinks. It would be impolite to go now.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake had a warning note in her tone. Erin winced, but Chaldion stroked his chin thoughtfully.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat inn? Very well. I wouldn\u2019t mind drinking there. Assuming there is good alcohol on tap?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at Erin. Lasica exhaled loudly, but Rufelt grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely. Then we shall go with you. Erin has <\/em>been gone from her inn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re spoiling her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI might as well practice!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll laughed again. He pointed to an elevator and Erin smiled, grateful. She inhaled, taking in the air. The stories were true. Everything felt different after prison. Or meeting one crazy nude Drake. She looked at Chaldion, about to ask who he was. She had a feeling\u2014<\/p>\n

Erin stopped dead in her tracks. She heard a warning bell, then a siren<\/em> go off in her head. She saw Chaldion stop too, and his head whip around. Rufelt and Lasica were walking, talking with their heads together about alcohol and the drinks Lasica would be getting. Both stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow what is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin saw Chaldion look at her sharply. And then she heard a roar. A boom<\/em> shook the air from atop the walls. Erin Solstice looked up. For a second she only saw dust, a cloud of\u2026mist? No. Frost.<\/p>\n

And then she saw it. A huge shape, landing high, high on the battlements of the Walled City. Far away, but massive. First one. Then hundreds. Erin Solstice looked up and stared at the Wyverns as they flew over Pallass, casting a shadow over the Walled City of Invention.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Watch Captain Rekhassha and the Day Strategist already knew the Wyverns were headed their way. They hadn\u2019t taken their eyes off the weyr in the last two hours.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re as large as any adults I\u2019ve seen. Larger.\u201d<\/p>\n

All of the hair on Rekhassha\u2019s body was standing up. The ploy with the cattle decoy had failed. For some reason, the Wyverns were headed straight<\/em> for Pallass. Why?<\/p>\n

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

The Day Strategist was standing as tall as he could, although he was still shorter than the female Gnoll. He glared around, projecting his voice as the [Soldiers] and [Guards] on the wall stared at the Wyverns. He was trying to exude confidence, but Rekhassha had gotten the message from 4th Army as fast as he had, and she\u2019d seen him swearing a blue streak.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould now<\/em> be a good time to inform Strategist Chaldion? Or call up a corps of the 1st Army?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rekhassha stared at the Day Strategist. He glared back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t need to cause an alarm! The Wyverns will not<\/em> reach Pallass\u2019 walls, Watch Captain.\u201d<\/p>\n

He sounded sure of himself, but Rekhassha didn\u2019t like the way the Wyverns were flying. They were coming at<\/em> Pallass.<\/p>\n

\u201cI<\/em> believe we should call an alert. Put everyone indoors\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is not necessary! I\u2019m in charge here! The Assembly of Crafts will have my tail and yours if we cause a false alarm!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist snapped back. Rekhassha was aware their argument was in plain view of the soldiers. She growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I am Watch Captain<\/em> and I say\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNorth wall! West wall! Prepare for aerial engagement!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist shouted past Rekhassha, using a speaking stone to convey his message. She snarled as he strode past her. [Soldiers] and [Guards] snapped to alertness as the Day Strategist bellowed. The Wyverns were still far off, but closing in fast. Still, they had miles to go, and they were entering into Pallass\u2019 range.<\/p>\n

\u201cBallistae crews, hold! Catapults, load flaming munitions! Trebuchets, aim and fire for the mass of the Wyverns when they reach maximum range!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The siege weapons atop Pallass\u2019 walls turned, calculating their shots. Rekhassha watched as trebuchets were loaded with enchanted munitions. These were not the smaller-scale, mundane trebuchets that the Humans had somehow managed to acquire at Liscor. Rekhassha had heard a rumor the Humans had [Engineers] who could build them. Ridiculous! Only Pallassian [Engineers], among a few others, had the technical prowess!<\/p>\n

And they had built massive<\/em> trebuchets, twice as large as what normal wood and steel could withstand. These were magical monsters of siege artillery. They could hit an army from miles away. Now, they turned, and the Day Strategist bellowed. He was calculating the Wyvern\u2019s approach and the maximum range of the trebuchets.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold! Hold!<\/em> Now! Launch!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The trebuchet\u2019s arms swung up. Rekhassha saw huge slings filled with giant stones\u2014or smaller payloads of explosive or enchanted munitions\u2014hurl<\/em> through the air. The sound the trebuchets generated was like thunder. She stared.<\/p>\n

Pallass\u2019 trebuchets fired for practice, but this was a rare sight. Huge orbs of magicked brass and giant stones flew at the Wyverns. Rekhassha saw their formation break up\u2014then plumes of light.<\/p>\n

\u201cDirect hit!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist clenched one clawed fist as Wyverns fell out the sky. The entire weyr reacted with visible shock. But still they came on. The Day Strategist bellowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cLong-range ballistae! Fire!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Specialized [Archers] and [Engineers] aimed the rare and deadly Drake war weapons. The Day Strategist bared his teeth as he heard a tremendous snap<\/em> and tearing of the air as one of the ballistae fired. A bolt, propelled by magic and physics and a Skill shot<\/em> through the air. It struck a Wyvern impossibly far away, piecing through one\u2014then halfway through another.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! Reload! Fire for maximum effect! [Archers]! Fire as the Wyverns reach your range!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dedicated [Longbow Snipers] raised massive longbows and set enchanted arrows to the strings. The Day Strategist strode back towards Rekhassha. Another trebuchet thumped<\/em> and the Wyverns dove as a deadly rain of flaming stones tore at their wings.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have the keys to the wall spells. Watch Captain Rekhassha, do I have permission to unleash our first grade of spells?\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared at him. The Wyverns were breaking up, unsure of what to do in the face of the attacks. And as they kept flying forwards, more and more archers and [Mages] and siege weapons were firing.<\/p>\n

Even so\u2014she detested the smug look on the Day Strategist\u2019s face. He was acting too casual. Showing off. Rekhassha growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cGranted.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist already had the command scrolls in one hand. He unfurled them as the Wyverns regrouped. They spread out, but they refused to retreat. Rekhassha heard, in the distance, a piercing shriek<\/em>, incredibly loud and filled with rage. She saw the Wyvern Lord leading the charge. It dodged an enchanted ballista bolt, diving with incredible speed and flew at the walls. But if it thought this was all Pallass could do\u2014it was wrong.<\/p>\n

\u201cActivating the first layer of defensive spells! Mark!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist unfurled a scroll and Rekhassha saw his eyes shine. He grinned, laughing as power coursed through him. And he pointed.<\/p>\n

The Wyvern Lord, flying at Pallass\u2019 walls in a rage, sensed the magic surging through the walls. In his vision, the walls lit up<\/em>, and magical symbols traced themselves in the air. The Wyvern Lord pulled up his flight, alarmed. And he saw a miniature cataclysm blast through the air at his weyr.<\/p>\n

Hundreds of fiery orbs appeared and shot like rain towards the distant Wyverns. They streaked through the air, faster than the few arrows being loosed by the longest-range [Archers]. They were tiny, but they exploded in huge blasts of flame.<\/p>\n

The Wyverns screamed and dove, but the fireballs flew down, catching them and blasting their scales apart. One couldn\u2019t kill a Wyvern, but just one could punch a hole in a wing. And three? Five? Eight? The Wyvern Lord saw a Wyvern explode<\/em> as twelve hit it from all sides.<\/p>\n

Homing [Fireballs]. And\u2014Rekhassha clapped her paws to her ears\u2014lightning. A classic deterrent to everything that flew. Dozens of bolts flashed from Pallass\u2019 walls each second, striking down any Wyvern in range.<\/p>\n

Fireballs, lightning\u2014the next wave was an assault of stones, conjured from the sky, but Rekhassha didn\u2019t see them falling. The fireballs and lightning ceased and she saw the Wyverns were in full retreat. Nearly a hundred lay dead as the trebuchets kept thumping<\/em> and the ballistae fired a last volley of shots.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere! They\u2019re running scared!\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone cheered and the [Soldiers] shouted as they saw the Wyverns flying back, as fast as they could come. Rekhassha saw the Day Strategist\u2019s chest inflate to near-bursting. She glared at him, but she had to admit\u2014the fallen corpses of the Wyverns filled her with pride as much as awe. She and the defenders on the wall saw the lesson that the Wyvern Lord had just learned.<\/p>\n

This was<\/em> Pallass. To get in range of the city, the Wyverns would have to fly through walls of spells and munitions. The Day Strategist hadn\u2019t even activated the most powerful spells yet. And the [Soldiers] could unleash devastating hails of arrows, not just the high-level [Snipers] from afar.<\/p>\n

The Drake [Strategist] swaggered back to the Watch Captain, drunk on the power of loosing all those spells. He waved a lazy claw at the weyr, now out of range of even the trebuchets.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust as I said, Watch Captain. Nothing to fear. I have the [Cage of Pallass] spell ready for use as well. If the Wyverns somehow make it to the walls, I will activate it. I imagine the Assembly won\u2019t appreciate the mana cost, but the safety of Pallass comes first.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Rekhassha tried not to meet his smug gaze. She narrowed her eyes and found her spyglass. The Wyverns were regrouping around their leader. He hadn\u2019t fallen. And he was facing Pallass.<\/p>\n

\u201cI imagine they\u2019ll scatter. 4th Army will have to hunt them down as they land and rest, but we\u2019ve reduced their numbers by a full tenth. At least. If they come back this way, we\u2019ll settle the matter, but even Wyverns should flee after that lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake was going on, but Rekhassha tuned him out. Her brown eyes narrowed and she pressed the spyglass closer to her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cDay Strategist. Day Strategist!<\/em> The Wyverns are regrouping. And they\u2019re doing something!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Drake broke off. He stared at Rekhassha suspiciously, and then fished out his own seeing glass. He frowned.<\/p>\n

The Wyverns were<\/em> doing something. They were lined up in the air\u2014not a wall, but more like a half-sphere. The Wyvern Lord was in the center. And they were\u2014breathing?<\/p>\n

From so far away Rekhassha could only see the white frost as all the Wyverns exhaled. The Day Strategist blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that? Are they breathing frost? They must be uncommon variants.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are they doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rekhassha didn\u2019t like it one bit. She stared at the Day Strategist. Her [Dangersense] was going off. The Day Strategist wavered. The Wyverns were concentrating their breath into a single point.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2014those are clearly Frost Wyverns. Maybe they\u2019re trying to stop the spells? That\u2019s a unique behavior. Nevertheless, even if they keep approaching we\u2019ll hit them from angles. There\u2019s nothing to fear, Watch Captain. They\u2019re miles out. And frost breath can\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He broke off. Rekhassha stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s\u2014condensing. What\u2019s going on? Day Strategist!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed and snapped. The Day Strategist stared. His eyes bulged.<\/p>\n

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

A thousand Wyverns breathed at once. The magic, freezing air blasted from their maws, mixing, multiplying the force\u2014<\/p>\n

Collecting in the air. The magical frost didn\u2019t dissipate. It gathered together. Against all logic. But it wasn\u2019t just a biological trait. It was magic. A spinning orb of frozen air was whirling, frost and snow spinning faster and faster as the Wyverns kept exhaling.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that? In the air?\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the [Scouts] pointed. Rekhassha realized what it was.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s some kind of mass-attack spell! Everyone, take cover!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no way it can hit us from afar. Our best spells can barely reach\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist looked around. [Soldiers] were taking cover behind the battlements. The Drake glared at Rekhassha. Then he heard a shriek<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The ball of frost shot forwards from the massed Wyverns. And the air tore around it. Rekhassha\u2019s eyes went round.<\/p>\n

\u201cBrace! Activate the shield spells!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned. The Day Strategist stared. The air was moving as the orb shot at Pallass\u2019 walls. At him.<\/em> It looked like\u2014a ripple in the air.<\/p>\n

Snow, and a blast of wind coming at them. Faster than any arrow. It covered a mile in five seconds. It was\u2014<\/p>\n

So fast.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Drake reached for his key scrolls, clawing for the right one. Rekhassha threw herself behind a barrier of stone. She bellowed, tearing at her own key scrolls.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet to cover! Activate the scrolls!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist gulped.<\/p>\n

\u201cSound\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The Day Strategist never finished the word. Faster than he could move, could speak, faster than sound<\/em> came the blast of frost. The blizzard covered the entire wall. The orb exploded across the northern wall, and everything froze.<\/p>\n

Everything. <\/em>Across the eastern wall, [Soldiers] screamed as their armor turned frozen in a second. And they were thousands of feet from the blast! Even on the southern wall, the defenders felt the impact and the sudden, biting frost.<\/p>\n

A [Lieutenant] Garuda caught herself as the sudden wind nearly blasted her into the air. She stared at the frost on her feathers and the pain suddenly radiating across her body. Like frostbite! But she stared at the wall.<\/p>\n

She saw the figures on the northern wall. The distant Day Strategist, Rekhassha. The [Soldiers] and [Guards] in their cover. They were\u2026pale.<\/p>\n

White. The Lieutenant raised a speaking stone to her beak.<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch Captain Rekhassha? Day Strategist? What was that? Watch Captain? Come in! Anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was no response. And as the [Lieutenant] stared\u2014she realized none of the figures were moving. Her eyes went wide. She stared at a [Soldier] getting to his feet. He looked at her, color draining from his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re dead\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Frozen solid. Then came a shockwave, a thundering boom<\/em> that shattered glass and made the ears of [Soldiers] and [Guards] across the wall ring. It threw the [Lieutenant] through the air. She flipped head over talons, barely avoided snapping her neck on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was\u2014what was that?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She stared. Then she looked up. A shadow dove at her. The [Lieutenant] looked up, shouted, and a pair of jaws cut her in half. The Wyvern Lord landed, crushing a Dullahan [Soldier] and screamed. <\/em>He had been barely slower than the sonic boom. Racing in the vacuum created by the onslaught of frost and wind, the Wyvern hit the frozen wall, shattering the frozen forms.<\/p>\n

For a moment, the [Soldiers] on the wall were stunned. They couldn\u2019t comprehend what was happening. The Wyverns had retreated. And then\u2014they couldn\u2019t understand the frost attack, or the sonic boom that had hit the walls. What Teriarch had defeated in his duel with the Wyverns had caught the defenders of Pallass off-guard. They had forgotten. Small they might be, and bestial, savage.<\/p>\n

But here flew the kin of Dragons. Now the Wyverns flew on the wall. Sucked into the vacuum of their attack, they struck the walls in an instant. For a moment, there was only paralysis. Then a Drake screamed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe alarm! Sound the alarm!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Horns blew. The [Soldiers] scrambled for their weapons. But half were frozen. And the other half\u2014the Wyverns dove. The smallest was thirty feet long. And their hides were thick enough to shrug off sword blows like rain. They tore and shrieked and the Wyvern Lord roared.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

The explosion made every head in Pallass turn. Erin Solstice felt the Wyvern attack moments before it came. She looked up and saw the bloom of frost. Heard the sonic boom. She gaped as the temperature fell several degrees.<\/p>\n

And then she saw them. Flying above like pale reflections of their kin.<\/p>\n

They flew over the Walled City. And Erin heard them scream. Louder than her [Dangersense]. A full-throated shriek<\/em>. A scream that told the people of Pallass there was no safe place the world over.<\/p>\n

Wyverns.<\/em> Erin was just staring. But the Wyverns began diving. They flew down, landing on lower floors, diving as fast as eagles, hitting targets with pinpoint precision. It was so sudden. One second the skies were clear, the next, it was snowing.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cMy ears\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Rufelt and Lasica were stumbling. They hadn\u2019t even realized what had happened. They were looking around wildly. Not even looking up yet. Erin just stared. She saw a huge Wyvern spreading its wings.<\/p>\n

\u201cAncestors!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion\u2019s voice roused Erin. The old [Strategist] was staring up at the walls. His scales had gone white. He snatched something from his belt.<\/p>\n

\u201cDay Strategist! Watch Captain, report in!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He bellowed, but there was no response. And the Wyverns kept flying. Not just one hundred. Hundreds<\/em>. They poured over the walls, casting vast shadows below. And their leader raised his head and uttered a triumphant scream.<\/p>\n

Prey! He had found it! And he had beaten the Dragon\u2019s magic!<\/em><\/p>\n

Erin heard a shriek <\/em>that echoed throughout the Walled City. It reached inside of her and touched a primal part of her. Fear.<\/em> A predator screamed and across Pallass, people looked up. They froze.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that? Are those\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s an illusion. It has to be. That\u2019s not\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

This wasn\u2019t happening. This could not be real. Not like this. Not to Pallass<\/em>. Disbelief froze almost everyone in their tracks. The first to move were adventurers. [Soldiers]. The Watch.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet inside! Inside!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods! Sound the alarm! Why aren\u2019t the alarms ringing?\u201d<\/p>\n

A horn blew. Frantically, from atop the walls. Then it was cut off. Another sounded. And then another. Horns began screaming an alarm across the city. But still, the paralysis lasted another beat. As if this was a bad dream from which you might still wake.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

4th Army watched the Wyverns attacking Pallass. They had seen the frost orb, seen the Wyverns loosing it at the city. Stunned, they stared as the Wyverns sped<\/em> at the city in the vacuum. They saw the Wyverns flying at the Walled City, diving, taking the walls in the confusion caused by their attack. And then they ran for their home.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

Erin heard the wailing horns. Lasica and Rufelt were frozen in shock. As still as statues. It was almost funny. Erin wanted to laugh at their expressions. She looked around. Everyone was frozen, but her. In pure disbelief.<\/p>\n

But Erin believed. She looked up at the Wyverns.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not my fault. Is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would it be yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion could move. He looked at her. His eyes were wide, but like her, he inhabited this second. This moment, as the Wyverns flew over Pallass, diving. Erin looked at him. They were too calm. Shock raced through one to the other.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is no one\u2019s fault. But whoever was on that wall. Run and hide. We must take the walls.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Strategist] was calmly looking up. Erin saw the Wyverns diving. Slowly, so slowly. She felt the [Immortal Moment] shaking around them. Chaldion looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood Skill. Don\u2019t die. This was not your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n

He met her eyes. And Erin knew it was true. It was just poor timing. Chance. Maybe fate, but the gods were dead. A Dragon\u2019s meddling.<\/p>\n

Slowly, in the breaking [Immortal Moment], Chaldion reached down for his belt. He calmly pulled out a glittering scroll and unfurled it. Erin saw him read. The scroll glowed<\/em>, and then the Drake spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cChaldion. By my authority as [Grand Strategist] of Pallass, I am issuing a city-wide alarm. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin felt the air shaking. The Grand Strategist drew himself up. He removed his eye patch, yanked out the azure eyeball and dropped it in his belt pouch. He replaced it with a fiery red gemstone. And when he spoke, his words were like thunder.<\/p>\n

\u201cPallass is under attack.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin heard the Drake\u2019s crackling voice from all around her. It echoed through the entire city. Chaldion spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cWyverns are attacking Pallass. Get indoors! 1<\/em>st<\/em> Army, take the walls! Sound the alarm! Pallass is under attack!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

And it spread. The paralysis broke. Erin felt her [Immortal Moment] shatter. Rufelt grabbed Lasica, his face pale. She shouted in terror. They began to run.<\/p>\n

And the Walled City moved. People pointed up and screamed. They fled for their houses. The Wyverns dove, and Drakes, Gnolls, Dullahans, and Garuda fled. Some turned to fight, grabbing weapons. And the word raced around the world.<\/p>\n

Pallass is under attack!<\/em><\/p>\n

The news hit the Blighted King\u2019s courts. It was already being screamed from all five Walled Cities. Az\u2019kerash sat up in his chair. Tyrion Veltras halted his horse, demanding an answer from the City Runner. Magnolia spat out her mouthful of tea.<\/p>\n

Teriarch was fast asleep.<\/p>\n

In Liscor, Watch Captain Zevara whirled. She abandoned searching the High Passes and stared at the Street Runner.<\/p>\n

\u201cUnder attack? By what?\u201d<\/p>\n

The other [Guards] stared at her. But they already knew the answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cWyverns.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

In The Wandering Inn, the world was frozen. Lyonette, the servers, and the clients were all staring at the little scrying orb. Tersk had pulled it out when it had flashed and shrilled a sound unexpectedly.<\/p>\n

Now, the world over, an image appeared. Wistram\u2019s [Mages] caught the spell, throwing it. Lyonette stared at the orb, reflecting a Drake as he ran, and then a sky full of Wyverns. Then she looked at the magical door.<\/p>\n

It was open to Pallass. In the center of the room, she saw a street covered with frost. It was snowing.<\/em> And above\u2014there were shadows. She heard screams, echoed moments later from the orb.<\/p>\n

\u201cSound the alarm! Where\u2019s the army?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette looked around. The room was frozen. Klbkch was on his feet. So was Relc. The Drake was staring.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019d they get past the walls? No way. Pallass has a million spells\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cImpossible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bevussa was staring. Then\u2014in the center of the orb, she saw the running, bobbing view stop.<\/p>\n

Someone halted in the magical door. A panting Drake, gasping for air. His view swung around and for a second Lyonette saw herself<\/em> through the magical door. He was holding up a glittering mirror, and wherever he turned it the view in the scrying orb reflected.<\/p>\n

\u201cPallass is under attack! Ancestors! They\u2019re everywhere\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Another Drake raced into view, from the door and the scrying orb. He was wearing expensive clothes. He turned, not even seeing the occupants of The Wandering Inn staring at him. He shouted as the first Drake held up the mirror.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Sir Relz of Pallass! We are under attack! Are we broadcasting? Hello? Pallass is under attack! We just saw\u2014<\/em>Noass! Are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n

The other Drake started. Lyonette saw him jerk\u2014the image jerked and then he was holding the mirror up. The two Drakes crowded into frame.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine, Sir Relz. Dead gods! This\u2014this is Noass, your [Commentator]. We\u2019re just\u2014we\u2019re in the middle of an attack! There are Wyverns everywhere!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re diving out of the skies! This is\u2014my [Dangersense] went off a second before\u2014some kind of shockwave in the air\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSound the alarm! Why aren\u2019t the wall spells activating?\u201d<\/p>\n

Noass bellowed over his shoulder. He looked around frantically.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re under attack. Ancestors! Someone\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He stopped. The viewpoint shifted again as he turned the mirror. He stared at the inhabitants of the inn. They stared back. The Drake breathed at them, panting, his voice ragged.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re under attack. This is\u2014this is the inn in Liscor, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Lyonette gazed at him in shock. The Drake nodded, shakily, and then looked at them. Pleadingly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHelp. Someone\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed at the sky. Wyverns were flooding into the city. Lyonette looked at him, wide-eyed. And her face was reflected a hundred thousand times, the world over.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette\u2019s father stared into the scrying basin. But then the viewpoint shifted. A Garuda surged to her feet.<\/p>\n

Bevussa Slenderscale stood up. She looked at Pallass through the magical door. Her home. Her voice was a croak. Then a shout.<\/p>\n

\u201cWings of Pallass. Wings. <\/em>Pallass is under siege.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her teammates were still sitting at their table. Bevussa looked at them and then knocked the table over. She leapt towards the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cWings of Pallass! To me!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

She flew. Zassil, Issa, and Kin leapt through the doorway in a second. Shock shattered as Keldrass overturned his own table. His voice was a bellow, a scream.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet me my Flamewardens! To Pallass! The City of Invention must not fall!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He charged at the magic door as Bevussa and half her team leapt through. Keldrass tried to follow, but collided with the wall as the magic ran out. He roared for his team, the Heartflame Armor, someone to recharge the door! Kin and Zassil shouting at each other as the Drake [Mage] put her claws on the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone back! Get back!\u201d<\/p>\n

Relc roared as he looked for his spear. Lyonette whirled back to the scrying orb. On the other side, she saw Bevussa and Issa whirling, looking at the magic door. Then the Garuda took wing. The image followed her up as she flew straight up. Issa was behind her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere. Go! Go!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The view swung down. Kin and Zassil flew after. Lyonette saw the door flicker. Go out. Reappear again as another [Mage] in her inn grabbed the door. She saw herself.<\/p>\n

And the Wyverns. They flew. And as Noass and Sir Relz ran, shouting into the scrying orb, the Wings of Pallass flew<\/em>. And for once, The Wandering Inn was only witness. They stared, as one of the six Walled Cities fell under attack.<\/p>\n

In the silence, Lyonette saw Tersk put the scrying orb on the table. Everyone crowded around it, or the magic door as it recharged. And only one voice was clearly audible in the silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cOoh. Big birds. I am so very envious.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bird stared through the magical door. He looked up at the sky full of Wyverns and then at Lyonette\u2019s pale face. He stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cI mean\u2026oh no? Oh no. They did not attack Liscor? Oh no\u2026I mean, yes. This is good.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bird paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am so jealous.\u201d<\/p>\n

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