In Rhir, Tom the [Clown] was a [Hero]. Two classes of arguably different natures. Although he would call them the same.<\/p>\n
He was mad. Laughing, sequestered in his room when not killing things.<\/p>\n
And beloved. Beautiful women threw themselves at him. People had copied his face paint. He, more than the others, was an icon to the people of Rhir. And the Blighted King had made him\u2014a celebrity.<\/p>\n
He might have children. <\/em>On dark nights\u2014and they were all dark\u2014Tom would fall asleep laughing. And that was Tom, not him.<\/em><\/p>\n The [Clown] rarely joined Richard and the others. For all they were guests of Lord Hayvon Operland at the moment, he sat in his rooms with groupies mesmerized by the [Clown]\u2019s mixture of darkness and glory for slaying the Demons. Or alone, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. What he had turned himself into.<\/p>\n He only came out to eat, and then\u2014seldom. Or to watch broadcasts on the scrying orb. Today, Tom was having an interesting day. He\u2019d begun by smashing every mirror in his room, the ones he talked to other-Tom with, scaring the ladies he\u2019d slept with out of the room.<\/p>\n This was Tom\u2019s tragedy. Self-made. Something part of him luxuriated in. Enabled by the system and himself. And the Blighted King saw a useful, if erratic piece on the board. He saw potential. He made plans that would shake the world to its core. The errant, traitorous [Mages] had been recovered. The magic could be wrought again. And this time\u2014the Demons would die. Rhir would know peace.<\/p>\n \u2026And you know what? It mattered. Oh, the machinations of the Blighted King and the Demons influenced the world. But today\u2014they were small. They would do nothing so significant as the events unfolding elsewhere in the world. They were not all-encompassing.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n In Izril, a Dragon walked through Celum. In disguise, using a magical avatar, but he walked. And he saw a young woman, an [Innkeeper], and a City Runner embracing. This was their story, a reunion so long in coming.<\/p>\n Away, hundreds of miles away. Running in shame, for the deaths she\u2019d brought to Liscor. And back again. Ryoka squeezed Erin as tightly as she could, lifting the [Innkeeper] up from the ground. And Erin hugged her back, so strong for someone her size.<\/p>\n \u201cYou big dummy! You can\u2019t just run away.<\/em> We missed you so much. I\u2019m so sorry I told you leave.<\/em> I didn\u2019t mean it! I say stupid things!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shouted into Ryoka\u2019s chest. The City Runner felt tears in her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry. It wasn\u2019t you. I just\u2014brought too much. I had to change. I tried. But I missed you all. I\u2019m so sorry for leaving. I had to come back. I\u2026had to stop running away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t go again.\u201d<\/p>\n The young woman squeezed her friend tightly. Ryoka smiled. She was embarrassed, knowing people were watching. But she didn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n \u201cNot anytime soon. Erin. Erin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMm. Shut up.\u201d<\/p>\n For a while, they stood like that. The wind blew around Ryoka, merrily sending giggling children spinning about. Forgetting the tragedy around them for a while. True magic.<\/p>\n At last, Ryoka heard something. Rumbling. It came from Erin\u2019s stomach. The young woman started. Ryoka heard a reciprocal growl. She let go of Erin, laughing.<\/p>\n \u201cI haven\u2019t eaten since\u2026yesterday night. And that was only a snack.\u201d<\/p>\n Roast beef and tea.<\/em> It was probably haute<\/em> cuisine for someone from the United Kingdom if you added sauce and potatoes. And yes, that was complete shade. Ryoka stepped back, or tried to.<\/p>\n Erin refused to let go. She dragged along the ground as Ryoka edged back.<\/p>\n \u201cErin. I\u2019m not running away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t believe you. You have to come with me. Mrsha misses you. So do the others. They\u2019re all here.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Mrsha.<\/em> The City Runner tensed. And mortal fear flooded through her veins. Fear, and guilt.<\/p>\n \u201cI know. I\u2019m not going to run.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLiar. Come on.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin\u2019s arms tightened. She began to drag Ryoka in a bear hug. It was comical, the short [Innkeeper] dragging Ryoka\u2019s lanky body behind her. It made people laugh\u2014or it would have, if anyone in Celum had been in the mood for it.<\/p>\n Do not forget that the Bloodfeast Raiders had been here. <\/em>Ryoka\u2019s smile flickered, looking around.<\/p>\n \u201cErin. I did\u2026come at a bad time. Maybe Celum was always going to be attacked. But I was here<\/em> when it happened. When I left, it was because I couldn\u2019t do anything\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShut up. I\u2019m not letting go. My inn is safe<\/em>. You can\u2019t go. I\u2019ll bite you if you try to run.\u201d<\/p>\n She raised her face. Ryoka saw tears, and Erin gnashing her teeth threateningly. The Runner tried to pry Erin off her, and then gave up.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not. Fine. I\u2019m heading towards your inn. Where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe magic door\u2019s in the center of the city.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay. Let go.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n That was how Ryoka Griffin ended up trudging down the street as she dragged<\/em> Erin behind her. Even in the desolation, the people of Celum turned and stared. The young woman was holding onto Ryoka\u2019s waist and refused to let go.<\/p>\n As Ryoka struggled, cursing Erin, and trying not to laugh, she passed by a paragon of the half-Elven form. The Dragon stood, watching her and blinking.<\/p>\n It was hardly an auspicious moment. The two locked gazes. Ryoka\u2019s jaw dropped. Teriarch blinked at her.<\/p>\n Perhaps he had envisioned some grand moment where he revealed himself. If so\u2014he had failed to land the legendary aspect of it. The Dragon eyed Ryoka. She stared.<\/p>\n \u201cT-Teri<\/em>\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHello, Ryoka Griffin. I believe our business is unfinished.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon\u2019s heterochromic eyes glinted in the rising daylight. Ryoka was at a loss for words. Teriarch drew himself up\u2014and he was taller than her, powerfully built. He pointed at Ryoka\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n \u201cChild, do not mistake me. I am Grand Magus Eldavin to you. And we will speak further. I do not leave a debt unpaid. You and I will\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI knew it.<\/em> Who\u2019s this? Doesn\u2019t matter. You\u2019re not getting away!\u201d<\/p>\n Erin Solstice stood up. Teriarch broke off and eyed her. The [Innkeeper] made a hyeup <\/em>sound, and lifted<\/em> Ryoka up in a bear hug.<\/p>\n \u201cErin! Stop!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka immediately began to struggle. But her [Lesser Strength] and occupation had made Erin strong enough to lift one Ryoka. She began carrying Ryoka down the street. Teriarch stared at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, whoever you are. Sorry, I\u2019m borrowing Ryoka. You can have her later.\u201d<\/p>\n Erin grunted, red-faced. Ryoka stared helplessly at the Dragon. Teriarch\u2019s mouth was slightly open. He stared at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cDo I know you\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cProbably. Get in line!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shot over her shoulder. Faced with that, the Dragon had no choice. He began trailing after Ryoka. The young woman might have noticed him, as striking as he was. Hair like white silver, beautiful, robed. Also\u2014somewhat unsteady on two feet.<\/p>\n But she was focused on Ryoka. She put down Ryoka after one street because Ryoka was heavy, but she didn\u2019t let go. She linked arms with Ryoka, afraid her friend would disappear.<\/p>\n Not again.<\/em><\/p>\n And Ryoka Griffin felt it too. She looked back at Teriarch, the Dragon<\/em>, once. Then she looked ahead, and took a deep breath. For there were things in this world more important than Dragons.<\/p>\n The Brass Dragon had the surreal experience of being ignored. He trailed after Ryoka, opening and closing his mouth, caught in the Solstice Effect\u2122, as first observed by Magus Grimalkin.<\/p>\n Just like that, on a day following magic and tragedy, Ryoka Griffin returned to The Wandering Inn.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mrsha du Marquin woke up with a start. She sniffed the air, rolled out of her bed, disoriented. She distinctly remembered serving people food and drinks last night. But now it was bright! <\/em>The Gnoll sniffed her empty mattress, noting a distinct lack of Lyonette. She put two and two together as the child looked about.<\/p>\n She must have fallen asleep last night! Sometime before midnight! And they\u2019d put her to bed!<\/em> Mildly outraged, Mrsha raced at a wall. Before she collided head-first with the wood, the Garden of Sanctuary opened.<\/p>\n The white Gnoll raced onto the grass and then did a u-turn. She charged at the door again, and it revealed the common room of The Wandering Inn. She raced forwards on all fours and looked about.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha! Ancestors! You scared me out of my scales!\u201d<\/p>\n Drassi jerked and narrowly avoided a collision with Mrsha. The Drake was yawning, but she was already serving weary guests at this early hour. Adventurers, Celumites, people from Esthelm, Liscor\u2014all of them were wearily sitting about the inn.<\/p>\n Lyonette du Marquin herself, Mrsha\u2019s mother, was still at work. She wobbled as she put some food in front of a starving group of [Guards].<\/p>\n \u201cOn the house. That means \u2018free of charge\u2019. Thank you for all your hard work.\u201d<\/p>\n The surprised group of Gnolls and Drakes looked up. Some murmured thanks, appreciatively digging into the rich food, loaded baked potatoes with topping of sour cream, sauce, fried Rock Crab meat, pig bacon, butter\u2026<\/p>\n The kind of meal that sat in your stomach and walked you straight into bed. Some of the Watch was so tired they couldn\u2019t even eat\u2014at first. But the food reinvigorated them and they dug in. Lyonette smiled. Then she felt something small leap onto her legs.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha! You\u2019re awake?\u201d<\/p>\n The Gnoll rubbed her face into Lyonette\u2019s side as she climbed up. Lyonette grabbed her with both arms and hugged her.<\/p>\n \u201cHello, dear. Did you sleep well? You worked so hard <\/em>last night. I\u2019m fine, really.\u201d<\/p>\n Mrsha looked up anxiously at Lyonette. The [Princess] had rings underneath her eyes. But she was smiling.<\/p>\n \u201cTruly. I\u2019ll rest after we find Erin. She\u2019s<\/em> been up all night, too. Do you want breakfast? Then you can help out. I\u2019m sure we need it. I could use some food, too.\u201d<\/p>\n Mrsha nodded. She raced into the kitchen as Lyonette put her down. She was going to help! Lyonette looked hungry, and there was nothing better than a fat fish for breakfast. In Mrsha\u2019s opinion. With butter and nice and hot from the oven? Oh, how delicious! Mrsha would bring it for Lyonette since she was being helpful.<\/em><\/p>\n The Gnoll ran into the kitchen and saw a group of Humans clustered around the cupboards. She stopped, nearly slamming into them. She saw Joseph, Kevin, Galina\u2014five out of the seven, minus Leon and Imani. They were clustered around a counter and eating.<\/p>\n \u201cJoseph, stop drinking! You\u2019re sick.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Rose hissed at Joseph as they ate the fish and a casserole for breakfast out of one of the cupboards. Joseph was drinking.<\/p>\n \u201cI. Need. A. Drink. Or don\u2019t you, after last night?\u201d<\/p>\n The young man from Spain on Earth, growled at Rose. He was having a morning cup of gin and blue fruit juice. Which was really, very tasty. But possibly not the best for you. His hand practically shook in relief as he took a huge gulp of the drink.<\/p>\n Mrsha just\u2014stared. Kevin was salting the fish and yawning.<\/p>\n \u201cAnyone know where the ketchup is? Why are we eating a fish?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI couldn\u2019t find any of the other food. Just eat. We\u2019re staying out of Lyonette and Erin\u2019s way\u2014oh.\u201d<\/p>\n Rose caught sight of Mrsha. The little Gnoll stared at the Flatfish\u2014one of the native, biting fish from Liscor\u2019s streams and rivers that liked to jump and try to bite you\u2014being eaten by the group. They turned, guiltily.<\/p>\n \u201cUh, hey! Mrsha\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The young woman got no further because Mrsha charged her in ire and frustration. The Earthers yelped as an enraged Gnoll cub attacked.<\/p>\n And Mrsha was heavy.<\/em> She could and had beaten Elirr\u2019s dogs in sheer strength competitions\u2014well, all except the warhounds. She pummeled Joseph\u2019s lower back in a rush of furry punches. The young man yelped. Mrsha leapt and did a sideways kick like Garia had taught her at Kevin\u2019s leg.<\/p>\n \u201cOw.\u201d<\/p>\n The young Californian man rubbed his leg. Mrsha opened her mouth and he warily moved back. Rose snatched her hand back from trying for a pet and Galina and Troy, who\u2019d been quietly having breakfast, edged back.<\/p>\n Mrsha snapped a few times, and the Earthers warily retreated. But she couldn\u2019t really punish<\/em> them because her blessing was gone! Lyonette had given it to someone else.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha! What are you\u2014oh.\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette hurried into the kitchen, and stopped. The Earthers hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cUm\u2014sorry. We woke up, and we didn\u2019t want to be a bother. So\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette eyed the five diners, who had not only managed to pull out several drawers in hunting for utensils and cause a mess, but were neatly occupying half of the inn\u2019s kitchen just in case anyone wanted to bring out food to the actual customers. She put her hands on her hips, took a breath\u2014<\/p>\n And sighed. One week had passed, well, roughly a week and a few days, since the seven had come to The Wandering Inn. And their acclimation had been rough. Lyonette spoke firmly\u2014she might have been more kind if Imani had been among them.<\/p>\n \u201cI appreciate the effort. But why don\u2019t you all eat at a table<\/em> instead? We can bring you food. But Mrsha and I need to get at the cupboards. Mrsha, stop punching Kevin\u2019s back. I\u2019m sorry, Kevin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cActually, I don\u2019t mind. It\u2019s like a back massage. Sorry about the trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n Kevin obligingly stood up. Joseph nearly hid the gin and blue fruit behind his back, then tried to pretend it was just blue fruit juice. Lyonette wasn\u2019t fooled, but she forbade comment. Rose ducked her head guiltily. Galina looked at Mrsha.<\/p>\n \u201cHi!\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled at Mrsha. The Gnoll gave her a narrow-eyed look back. She waited until they were gone and then looked at Lyonette. It was a look with so many words packed in that Lyonette didn\u2019t even need to read Mrsha\u2019s sign language.<\/p>\n \u201cI know, dear. But they\u2019re guests.<\/em> Erin\u2019s guests. Try to be nice. Anyways, I\u2019m sure Erin will turn them into flying Garudas or something in a few days.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Princess] saw Mrsha giggle at the thought. Smiling, the [Princess] picked Mrsha up and put her on the counter. She massaged her lower back with a sigh.<\/p>\n \u201cThere now. Let\u2019s see what we\u2019ll have for breakfast. Not the cake, Mrsha! That\u2019s special\u2026maybe a little slice. You and I have<\/em> been working hard. Ooh, a quiche? Did Erin make that? No\u2014it\u2019s got seasoning and little spinach baked into it. And bits of meat! Garry must have, when he came over. Why don\u2019t we have that, and some bread? Get us two plates\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n In a few moments, Mrsha was happily dining on Garry-quiche and Palt-bread in the common room. The Centaur could also cook, and he had lent his expertise\u2014as well as his spells to the inn.<\/p>\n In fact, there he was. Wearily trotting down the stairs.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning, all.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur yawned, and then did a double-take as he saw Montressa and Beza sitting in the common room. They had helped in Celum as well, conjuring water-based spells to put out the remainder of the fires. But they were here again.<\/p>\n Watching the Earthers like hawks. Mrsha sighed as she saw Montressa not-quite-looking at Rose and the others. She had to watch Montressa. Mrsha briskly pointed two furry little fingers at Montressa, then at her eyes, copying Erin\u2019s gesture. The [Aegiscaster] blinked at the warning gesture.<\/p>\n But they\u2019d been warned off of trying to poach the Earthers. Lyonette eyed Palt and the other two Wistram [Mages].<\/p>\n \u201cPalt, thank you for the help. We have breakfast\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can serve myself. You look dead on your hooves. Er, feet. Is Erin back yet? I might go fetch her. You can die for lack of sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n The Centaur had retired earlier in the night. He nodded to Lyonette and carefully trotted into the kitchen. Lyonette sighed. So did Mrsha, as she cut up the quiche to share\u2014two thirds to Lyonette, one third to Mrsha. Lyonette needed to put weight on her skinny body.<\/p>\n She liked Palt. He was a nice horse-person. She thought he would be good if Erin liked him. But that was uncertain. Mrsha approved of Palt, though; he always gave her scraps when he was cooking and he smelled<\/em> nice. Always of something interesting.<\/p>\n \u201cHello. We are awake. Comrade Pisces is still asleep, but we would like refreshments!\u201d<\/p>\n A voice rang out from the stairwell, following Palt. Mrsha saw Ksmvr, Ceria, Yvlon, and Griffon Hunt all coming down the stairs. She smiled as she saw Ksmvr.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, Ksmvr! Everyone!\u201d<\/p>\n The other adventurers nodded to Lyonette. But before she got up, Drassi was intercepting them.<\/p>\n \u201cHello! Thank you for all the hard work, Ceria, Halrac\u2014did you change your stitches, Revi? I love the red. I can get you some food. Lyonette, eat with Mrsha!\u201d<\/p>\n The [Princess] sat back with a groan. Mrsha happily offered her a bite of quiche. Lyonette laughed, bit the morsel on the fork and offered Mrsha a bite.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re so nice<\/em> today, Mrsha! Well-behaved. Is it because of the cake?\u201d<\/p>\n She teased. Mrsha wagged her tail, happily. She just wanted to help out Lyonette since she was so tired! (She\u2019d go find Erin when Lyonette was asleep.) The Gnoll was a big girl and she had to make the inn better.<\/p>\n She spotted a few more people rousing themselves as breakfast\u2019s smells and atmosphere brought the dead to life. In this case\u2014Wesle, yawning and scratching at some stubble. The [Actor] wasn\u2019t performing, so his voice wasn\u2019t the usual echoing, deep voice of the stage. He and Jasi had been in Celum, trying to inspire the residents.<\/p>\n \u201cCan I have something to eat?\u201d<\/p>\n He croaked as Jasi woke up from her nap on the stage. Only those two had come from Invrisil, to save as much mana for teleportation between Esthelm, Celum, and Liscor as possible. They\u2019d actually slept in the old stage-area after coming back for the night.<\/p>\n \u201cThank you so much. I can\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m here. Anything to eat, Mister Wesle, Jasi?\u201d<\/p>\n Ishkr arrived just in time for his morning shift. The normal Gnoll briskly came over and Wesle looked about. Jasi yawned as she leaned on his shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you have any tea?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n This was The Wandering Inn. As Mrsha persuaded Lyonette to sit,<\/em> relax, ignore Joseph surreptitiously pouring more gin into his cup, and just eat breakfast, more people came into the inn.<\/p>\n Relc and Embria from Celum, having helped secure the area. No Halfseekers, but they\u2019d promised to come as soon as the magical door wasn\u2019t so occupied. People coming from Liscor, asking to be teleported to Celum to look for their families\u2014Celumites who\u2019d been housed in Liscor since their homes were burned.<\/p>\n So much to do. So many faces. And Mrsha the Brave and Merciful was going to help.<\/em> She would get Apista and they\u2019d find Erin in Celum. She was busy trying to push Lyonette upstairs after breakfast.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha! I\u2019m fine, really. I need to wait for Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Princess] was yawning, smiling at Mrsha\u2019 anxious entreaties that she should sleep.<\/em> Drassi called out, helping Mrsha.<\/p>\n \u201cYou should rest, Lyonette. The Horns can get Erin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026I suppose I have been up a while. But\u2014is everyone settled? We\u2019re going to be busy all day<\/em> sending people to Celum\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The [Princess] wavered. But sleep called to her. Ceria waved a hand as Pisces stumbled down the stairs.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re good, Lyonette. You rest! We\u2019ll drag Erin back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can do it.\u201d<\/p>\n Palt announced, dining on some lettuce and spicy salad dressing for breakfast. Lyonette smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll help too!\u201d<\/p>\n Rose announced loudly. Joseph waved, now content with two shots of gin in him. Kevin nodded and Lyonette—winced. Growing less relaxed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sure you will. Maybe I should stay up\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe have this, Lyonette.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Drassi firmly helped push Lyonette towards the stairs. The [Princess] looked down at Mrsha\u2019s anxious face, and smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cOh\u2014fine. Go look for Pawn too, will you? He\u2019s been out all night with Yellow Splatters, helping build and dig\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Mrsha rolled her eyes, but she nodded. Apista was flying out of the Garden of Sanctuary, and Lyonette was laughingly going upstairs.<\/p>\n At that moment, the door to the hallway opened. Mrsha, busy pushing Lyonette, heard a gasp and Lyonette stopped on the stairs. The white Gnoll caught a whiff of something and turned.<\/p>\n Erin?<\/em> And someone\u2026her eyes went round. She looked at the tall figure, the young woman with black hair coming through the doorway.<\/p>\n Ryoka Griffin saw the new inn as a blur of faces, color, for one moment. She stopped, dizzy and the familiar unfamiliarity of it all. Then she saw the white figure on the stairs.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The City Runner froze. Erin, pushing Ryoka into the room, looked up. She saw Mrsha\u2019s little head turn. Her brown eyes were wide as could be. Stunned. Shocked.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka?\u201d<\/p>\n Pisces dropped his toast. Ksmvr dove for it. Yvlon and Ceria just stared. Halrac, Revi, Typhenous\u2014<\/p>\n Relc blinked a few times. Embria just scratched at her neck-spines, uncomprehending. Montressa\u2019s head shot up with sudden interest. Drassi looked about, wondering what was so important. Palt blinked at Ryoka and then narrowed his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Hello, everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka looked about. She looked at Mrsha. The little Gnoll was just frozen there. Caught in another world, remembering all the times Ryoka had been with her. All the times she had been gone.<\/p>\n She had never even said goodbye to Mrsha.<\/em> Ryoka\u2019s eyes locked on the girl, and her stomach clenched. Joseph nearly did a spit-take on Rose, but gulped down his drink instead. Rose\u2019s jaw dropped.<\/p>\n So many people, all of whom knew Ryoka. Whose stories intersected. At that moment, Garia Strongheart was jogging towards Celum from her farm. Octavia Cotton shouted as Lyonette\u2019s blessing burned in her mind.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve done it! I did it at last!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She ran around her shop, screaming in delight. And then\u2014she opened the door to The Wandering Inn, ran down the hallways.<\/p>\n And saw Ryoka. The young woman stood in the doorway, looking about. Unable to say all the things she needed to tell the others in front of her. Mrsha stood on the stairs, afraid to move. Not sure if she was happy or\u2014multiple emotions ran through her at once.<\/p>\n Someone moved, though. As Erin halted, next to her friend, Lyonette turned and walked down the stairs. Disbelieving, she looked at Ryoka Griffin. She walked up.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes. I\u2019m\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Lyonette du Marquin, Princess of Calanfer raised her hand and slapped Ryoka. The sound made half the inn flinch. It was a [Flawless Attempt] at a slap, and it had all the force behind it Lyonette could muster. Ryoka actually spun a bit with the force of it. She caught herself, felt her skin burning. The [Princess] looked at her, disgust in her eyes.<\/p>\n Not all reunions were happy.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n In total, it was five. Five slaps\u2014even if they weren\u2019t all backed by a Skill. They were more like punches near the end, until a shocked Erin, Yvlon, and the others managed to pull Lyonette off Ryoka.<\/p>\n The City Runner sat on the ground, her head ringing, cheeks red from the blows. She hadn\u2019t tried to dodge or step back. And in some ways\u2014that was better. She hadn\u2019t expected it from Lyonette, but it made her feel as though she was getting what she deserved.<\/p>\n And yet, it solved nothing. Lyonette was forced off Ryoka as Erin shouted and waved her hands. Those who knew Ryoka flooded forwards; people who only had a vague understanding of the moment, like Wesle, Jasi, and the others held back.<\/p>\n But each person who did know her\u2014took something different from the moment. Lyonette was furious, but she calmed quickly from her rage at seeing Ryoka just\u2014walk in.<\/em> Without warning Mrsha or Lyonette or anyone.<\/p>\n The emotions weren\u2019t so complex in others. Ceria threw her arms around her friend, and Yvlon grabbed Ryoka in a one-armed hug. Ryoka gawped<\/em> at Yvlon\u2019s arms. Because, of course, she didn\u2019t know what had led to it.<\/p>\n That was pure. But some, like Halrac\u2019s team, stood back. Not angry\u2014just cool. Appraising. Remembering the circumstances surrounding Ryoka\u2019s disappearance, perhaps.<\/p>\n Regrika Blackpaw. <\/em>The death of Ulrien, Brunkr\u2026<\/p>\n So many old failings, stories, buried threads unearthed by her return. Yet, the little white Gnoll standing on the stairs was one of those to whom it mattered most.<\/p>\n The Dragon saw that. He was unaccustomed to being a bit-player, but he had followed the two into The Wandering Inn. Now, he muttered to himself.<\/p>\n \u201cA door? Didn\u2019t Reinhart say something about\u2026? This? Truly? This is the fantastic artifact that\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n He was catching up on world news, plucking the scrying spells out of the air and copying them as he watched the events unfolding in the inn. And of course, analyzing the people and things within the inn.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s just a teleportation spell on a door. Someone\u2019s mangled the enchantment. I grant you, it\u2019s a decent idea, but can\u2019t they just recast\u2026or is this an artifact? This?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Affronted, the Dragon poked the door, eying the mana stones that were crudely forming locational anchors. He heard a voice.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me! Don\u2019t mess with the door please. Thanks!\u201d<\/p>\n Drassi bustled by Teriarch. He stepped back.<\/p>\n \u201cHow dare you\u2014I mean, er, my deepest apologies, child.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake [Gossip] eyed Teriarch. She smiled, briefly.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry. We\u2019re just transporting people to and from Celum. I need to change this to Liscor\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Teriarch watched as she adjusted the dial, and then opened the door.<\/p>\n \u201cHello! Essential travel only today! Who\u2019s for Celum? Come in, come in! Make a line\u2014we\u2019ll get people from Esthelm before transport to Liscor. Thank you!<\/em> You can ask questions later\u2014we\u2019re a bit busy.\u201d<\/p>\n Teriarch glanced down the hallway as people\u2014Gnolls, Drakes, but mostly Humans, flooded past him. He was a bit\u2026overwhelmed by all the mortality about him. He glanced into the common room. Of course, it was far away, but his eyes were superior. He saw Ryoka stammering to the others, heard her voice perfectly.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014I was in Reizmelt. I didn\u2019t intend to come back, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLook at the child, you fool.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon murmured into his beard. He plucked at it. Stupid hair. What was the point?<\/em> But his image of Grand Magus Eldavin had a beard. The little Gnoll child was practically burning with her emotion. And Teriarch, the Dragon, had a soft spot for children.<\/p>\n They were all children to him. The Dragon looked about. This was a reunion for Ryoka Griffin and he was loathe to include himself in it. He had tact<\/em>. But he had witnessed the destruction of Celum.<\/p>\n \u201cMortal grief.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon tried to justify it. But he watched as blank-faced people stumbled through the doorway. Drassi adjusted the door, opened it to Celum and they poured through.<\/p>\n Bereaved, lost. He had seen it a thousand times. He watched the Drake let people through to Liscor, and then shut the door, promise to open it in ten minutes, hurry off. The Dragon looked back at Ryoka.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha?\u201d<\/p>\n The young woman just stood there, amid her friends. And they fell silent. The little Gnoll child looked at Ryoka. The City Runner hesitantly opened her arms.<\/p>\n \u201cMrsha. I\u2019m sorry. I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n She ran.<\/em> Dashing up the stairs, howling with a sound that had no translation in any language. Except, perhaps, betrayal, grief, loss. Ryoka ran after her, and Lyonette, and Erin.<\/p>\n The Dragon turned away. Why was he here? It had just been a passing fancy. And clearly\u2014he had forgotten how mortals worked.<\/p>\n Ryoka Griffin had been so\u2014grateful to meet with him. But she had a life. Mortals always did. The Dragon shook his head. He debated just\u2014cutting the supply of mana to this simulacra. Going back to sleep.<\/p>\n But he could at least stay awake after going to this much effort. The Dragon huffily examined the door.<\/p>\n \u201cIt really is just a\u2026spell. Elegant. \u2018Signed by Warmage Thresk\u2019. Who? Hmf. I suppose ingenuity knows no limits. So each of these is a location. This one\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He eyed a crimson mana stone. It was\u2026pulsing.<\/p>\n \u201cShamanic magic on the other side. Odd. Ah, I see. The teleportation spell has limits. Of course it does. I\u2019m amazed anyone repurposed this as an artifact. Why not just cast [Portal] and have done with it? Children. They don\u2019t even have the ability to\u2014unless this was improvisation? By an [Innkeeper]? Yes, yes. I sense the leyline of magic here. That makes sense.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon happily investigated the door, turning the dial, sensing a connection out of range somewhere to the north. He itched to fix the stupid enchantment. If you just tweaked<\/em> it a bit, added a few levels of spellcraft, you could practically double the range, create a permanent\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cNo, no. This is entanglement.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon caught himself as he began to sketch a prototype for an efficient door on the wall. He hurriedly stopped, adjusted his robes. What was he doing? Putting effort into this door? He might as well create a Fissival-style teleportation network. Change the world. What had Griffin said again?<\/p>\n \u201cHalf-effort. A modicum of effort. I am just here to rest and\u2026watch a movie. Why is that creature an Ogre? Has the creator never seen an Ogre before? Or is this in some hideous world where Ogres have been so mutated that they\u2019re green and\u2026were those ears?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon shuddered. He had seen monstrosities, and this one wasn\u2019t the worst. But it was too disturbingly\u2014person-like. He needed Ryoka to explain it.<\/p>\n But she had a life. <\/em>The Dragon was an outsider. He sighed as he stood in front of the magic door. Perhaps Reinhart\u2026? But she had made her oath. Teriarch absently twisted the dial to a yellow gem.<\/p>\n \u201cNow, this cannot lead to where I think it is. They didn\u2019t disable the teleportation web just to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The door opened to Pallass. Teriarch saw a huge Drake, arms folded, standing in the transit cell. Grimalkin of Pallass recoiled slightly, seeing the tall half-Elf standing in front of him.<\/p>\n \u201cAt last! I sent you two [Messages]\u2014oh. Excuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake blinked at Teriarch. The Dragon blinked back. His first impression of the [Sinew Magus] was that someone had taken a bundle of muscles and attached a Drake\u2019s head to it.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf [Mage] turned his head slightly, a superior look in his eyes. To Grimalkin\u2014it was like running into one of Fissival\u2019s lead [Mages], or an Archmage all of a sudden. The Drake\u2019s mouth moved. He could sense<\/em> the magical acumen in the person standing in front of him.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026I am Grimalkin of Pallass. Who might you be?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am T\u2014Grand Magus Eldavin. I apologize; I have just arrived in this inn via Celum. I was inspecting this\u2026door. And you are a [Sinew Magus]. <\/em>Fascinating. I didn\u2019t think that anyone in this world still practiced physical enchantments anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf\u2019s eyes lit up on seeing Grimalkin. He inspected the Drake, much like a [Scholar] looking at a particularly interesting sample. Grimalkin huffily drew himself up.<\/p>\n \u201cMy field is underappreciated, but I\u2019ve been working in it for the last three decades.<\/em> Who might you be? Grand Magus Eldavin? I don\u2019t recall hearing\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He paused, narrowing his eyes. The Drake actually\u2026did\u2026remember that name. somewhere. They\u2019d never met; he never forgot a body type. But didn\u2019t Wistram\u2019s roster include\u2026?<\/p>\n The Grand Magus\u2019s eyes flickered.<\/p>\n \u201cI was formerly<\/em> of Wistram\u2019s Council of Magi. But I have not been to the Academy in over a hundred years. I do not recall your name. But I have been\u2014sequestered of late. Tell me\u2014does this doorway lead to Pallass? Unsecured?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin opened and closed his jaws. Over a hundred\u2026? Half-Elves. He nodded, brusquely, eying the hallway behind the Grand Magus. He would have stepped through and told the man he was busy\u2014but Grimalkin was reluctant to do so. He answered politely, instead.<\/p>\n \u201cWe are in a holding cell. Hardly unsecured.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf you say so.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf\u2019s brows rose with clear disdain for the \u2018holding cell\u2019. Grimalkin bristled\u2014although he saw the point\u2014then stopped. He looked Eldavin up and down.<\/p>\n \u201cYou, sir, have excellent musculature. I\u2019m sorry, but I have to bring that up. I\u2019ve hardly ever seen such optimal distribution of muscle mass in most [Warriors], let alone a fellow [Mage].\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh? Well, thank you. It isn\u2019t much.\u201d<\/p>\n The Grand Magus seemed pleased. He regarded his body as if he hadn\u2019t even noticed. Grimalkin\u2019s attention was drawn to his midsection. He could see<\/em> the abdominal muscles there.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you\u2026exercise, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot often. I seldom leave my c\u2014research laboratories. Did you say your name was Grimalkin?<\/em> Ah, of Pallass, yes. Interesting. You\u2019ve written a number of papers\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf was suddenly distracted, as if he<\/em> in turn was recalling information\u2014or probably, consulting magical notes. Grimalkin bowed his head slightly. He walked into The Wandering Inn, motioning at the Pallassian [Guards] behind him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2026don\u2019t maintain your form, sir? Perhaps you have another class? [Blademaster] or\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n Half-Elves were an eccentric lot. But Eldavin just shrugged. He stroked his beard, eying Grimalkin up and down.<\/p>\n \u201cNot at all. My\u2026class\u2026is solely that of [Grand Magus]. Hrm, yes. I maintain my athleticism via spell, naturally. Exercise, however commendable, is too much of a waste of time. How fascinating.<\/em> You are certainly a specimen of physical prowess yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin\u2019s jaw dropped. He replied, faintly.<\/p>\n \u201cYou maintain your form by spell?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cObviously. Form-shaping spells, spells to build muscle\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n The Grand Magus waved the idea away as if it were too elementary for consideration. Then he noticed Grimalkin\u2019s stare.<\/p>\n \u201cEr\u2026they are elementary, aren\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cN\u2014I mean to say, I prefer working out physically, but\u2014they are not in my lexicon of spells, Grand Magus.\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin replied weakly. Eldavin frowned and scratched at his beard. He muttered into it.<\/p>\n \u201cDratted hair. I should have gone bald\u2026is spellcraft really that behind? Physical enhancements were far more complete in my<\/em> day. Do you not know any <\/em>form shaping spells?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026I have a few Skills. Sir. Uh\u2014may I ask what your business is here?\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin found himself humbly squaring his shoulders. The [Grand Magus] couldn\u2019t <\/em>be serious. But\u2014half-Elves. He had white hair, which meant he was at least <\/em>two hundred years old. Feor wasn\u2019t nearly as old-looking! Or in such exemplary shape! Eldavin just waved this off. He eyed Grimalkin worriedly, coughed into one hand and replied with an innocent tone.<\/p>\n \u201cPurely a coincidence. Young\u2026Drake. Form shaping is the fundamental nature of necromancy and flesh magic. Blood magic to some extent, but that is too sacrificial\u2026ah, but I recall now. Your academic works are quite interesting. Hardly novel, but studious. Well done.\u201d<\/p>\n He nodded to Grimalkin in a grandfatherly way, smiling proudly from one [Scholar] to another. The Grand Magus went on as Grimalkin had to lean against a wall.<\/p>\n \u201cIt doesn\u2019t surprise me that you lack form shaping spells. Exercise is all very well, but for we mages<\/em>, well, it can be a waste of time, can it not? When a spell can do the work of running up and down a mountain\u2026we may lack Skills, but we have sorcery. I would advise you to travel a bit. Inquire into A\u2019ctelios Salash, other colonies of necromantic or blood magic. Khelt as well\u2026they have experts in the field. The [Flesh Shapers] of A\u2019ctelios are quite adept.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2026see. But surely exercise has its own merits? Sir?\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin saw someone coming through the door behind him. Watch Captain Venim, to investigate these claims that a Drake<\/em> had been part of the Bloodfeast raiders. But suddenly that was a secondary concern to Grimalkin. Even Erin herself\u2014no\u2014wait. The Solstice Effect. This must be\u2026<\/p>\n \u201cMay I ask how you came to be here, sir? Did you meet a young woman? Erin Solstice?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI may have. The name is familiar\u2026hm. No, I am just here out of curiosity. As to your question\u2014exercise is a physical virtue. It builds willpower, muscle memory\u2014but sorcery compensates for the sheer\u2026muscular growth and such. As I\u2019m sure you know. Like the [Shapeshifters] of old would tell you, the body is eternally mutable. Still, a valiant effort on reintroducing the physical school of magic.\u201d<\/p>\n He patted Grimalkin on the shoulder. The Drake looked at Eldavin. Reintroducing? <\/em>He blinked a few times.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014yes, sir. C-could I trouble you for more of an explanation on\u2014everything?\u201d<\/p>\n Eldavin\u2019s face grew troubled, and suddenly, wary.<\/p>\n \u201cEr\u2014of course. Quite something to meet another [Mage] here. Ahem. Indeed. But this is all public knowledge, surely.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot to me. Are you\u2026familiar with my studies on Drathian cultures?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Pills? I have no objections against using their tinctures. Quite remarkable, aren\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, yes. Er\u2014apologies, let me get a notepad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf found himself sitting in the common room as the suddenly very polite Drake hurried to escort him to a table. Pulled out a chair, ordered food, asking the Dragon what he wanted.<\/p>\n \u201cI could sit for a few moments.\u201d<\/p>\n Teriarch muttered through Eldavin\u2019s voice, enjoying the attention. He chuckled as a menu was brought over.<\/p>\n \u201cHow delightful. What is this? Hamburger? Is it\u2026pork? I should enjoy myself, yes. And how cheap.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n He was looking at the ice cream\u2019s prices. And the young Drake was so attentive. Teriarch decided he could pontificate about the basics<\/em> of physical magic. He stroked his beard, and then looked up.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Is that Drake naked?\u201d<\/p>\n Saliss danced past him, laughing. He looked around, merry. And then the Named Rank Drake did a double-take as, through a window, Mrsha leapt<\/em> off the roof.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cMrsha! Come back!\u201d<\/p>\n A dozen people ran after Mrsha. But she was running. She leapt out her window, ran down the edge of the roof, then jumped down. She landed with a splut<\/em> on the ground, ran past the outhouses. The largest one opened. And Moore walked out, adjusting his belt.<\/p>\n \u201cMoore! Stop Mrsha!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Erin shouted from the roof. The half-Giant looked up, saw Pisces and Ryoka leaping off the roof\u2014and then Mrsha running around him. He bent down, and grabbed Mrsha.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Mrsha? Are you being naughty?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Giant looked anxiously at Mrsha. He saw her wriggling, desperately trying to get away. Then he looked up. His jaw dropped.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka Griffin?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n His grip loosened just enough for Mrsha to crawl over his hand. She leapt away and Moore grabbed for her and missed. Mrsha ran down the hill.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t know why. She just knew\u2014it was too much. Ryoka was there.<\/em> But she had been gone.<\/em> She had left Mrsha, and Mrsha had just stopped remembering her. Crying at night, thinking Ryoka had left her because she was a Doombringer.<\/p>\n Happy and sad. So strongly of each that she couldn\u2019t bear either emotion. Mrsha leapt down the hill. She heard Ryoka call out after her, but she was going to run to the cave and hide forever\u2014<\/p>\n The wind blew. Mrsha, leaping down the hill, felt it blowing around her. It tugged at her fur. And then\u2014howled.<\/em><\/p>\n A gale of rushing air howled around Mrsha, drowning out the howl in her head. She blinked, eyes wide, as the wind slowed her fall. Then\u2014began to blow her up.<\/p>\n It was so powerful. The Gnoll felt herself flying up.<\/em> She heard Moore\u2019s exclamation of surprise. Mrsha turned in the air, flailing her paws in confusion. She felt the wind<\/em>. She was a [Druid], and the wind was part of nature.<\/p>\n But someone was calling out to it. Asking\u2014pleading for it to carry Mrsha back up the hill. So strongly\u2014more strongly than a spell. Mrsha looked back.<\/p>\n And there was Ryoka Griffin. She walked towards Mrsha, holding a bit of ice in her hand that refused to melt.<\/p>\n A memory. Mrsha looked at the tears in Ryoka\u2019s eyes. The angry slap marks on her face where Lyonette had hit her.<\/p>\n The City Runner caught Mrsha gently. The wind blew around them as Erin, dangling from the roof\u2019s edge as Yvlon held onto one arm, stared. Pisces, who had been poised to grab Mrsha, looked at Ryoka, stunned. Her friends saw the Wind Runner of Reizmelt clasp Mrsha to her chest, and only then did the little whirlwind dissipate.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mrsha. I\u2019m so sorry for running away. It was all my fault. I didn\u2019t want to hurt you. But I shouldn\u2019t have gone without telling you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n It came out of Ryoka in a rush. She hugged Mrsha tight\u2014and then released her. Ryoka held her apart from her body, as if fearing the intimacy.<\/p>\n Mrsha looked up at Ryoka. She smelled of blood and ash. And something foreign. Gold? She smelled of beef and tea and sweat, and the wind. And of guilt.<\/p>\n She looked like sorrow. She looked tired. Older. And so very sad. Mrsha balled up her little paws into fists. She raised one and Ryoka waited.<\/p>\n But Mrsha had felt bad when Lyonette hit Ryoka. She couldn\u2019t. She didn\u2019t know if she wanted<\/em> to. She wanted\u2014<\/p>\n The little Gnoll\u2019s eyes filled with tears. Where have you been?<\/em> She tried to ask Ryoka that. But the City Runner didn\u2019t understand her sign language. She just bent over Mrsha, repeating the same words.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I\u2019m so sorry\u2026<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n She could be so angry. She deserved to be angry. Mrsha looked up at Ryoka. And she felt it. All the loss\u2014of Ryoka, the one who had saved her from the Goblin Lord\u2014leaving her. When she needed<\/em> Ryoka.<\/p>\n As much as Lyonette. As much as Erin. She had a mother. But Ryoka\u2014there were no words that described what they were to each other. They had been there when Mrsha\u2019s world ended. And Ryoka had left.<\/p>\n Her anger was righteous. Justified. But\u2014oh, how could you be so angry<\/em> at someone\u2014<\/p>\n And love them so much? Perhaps it was that. Mrsha reached out. She took Ryoka\u2019s cheek, and pinched it gently. Just to make sure Ryoka was real. At the same time, Mrsha pinched her cheek. She felt the small bit of pain. And knew.<\/p>\n Then she decided what she wanted to do. Solemnly, the little Gnoll put her paws on Ryoka\u2019s shoulder. And looked up at her. The silly, crying Runner looked at her. Mrsha looked into Ryoka\u2019s eyes. She shook her head. She pointed at Ryoka, sternly.<\/p>\n You are not forgiven. You did a bad thing.<\/em><\/p>\n The young woman understood that, or enough. She waited. Mrsha looked at her. Then she said the second half.<\/p>\n I\u2019m happy you\u2019re back.<\/em><\/p>\n She hugged Ryoka, squeezing her arms around Ryoka\u2019s neck and shoulders. Burying her head in Ryoka\u2019s chest. And crying too.<\/p>\n She came back.<\/em><\/p>\n Erin, dangling from the roof, watched as the little Gnoll hugged Ryoka. She started hiccupping with emotion. At the same time, she heard a sniff from above.<\/p>\n Yvlon\u2019s eyes were swimming too. Ceria looked a bit emotional, but not close to tears. Yvlon on the other hand?<\/p>\n \u201cYvlon, you\u2019re getting emotional.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo I\u2019m not. It\u2019s just\u2014touching. Why aren\u2019t you<\/em> crying?\u201d<\/p>\n The [Silversteel Armsmistress] raised one hand to object to Ceria. The other went to wipe at her eyes. To do that\u2014she absently let go of Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cAaah\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n The two adventurers heard a thump<\/em> from below. Bird peered out of his third-floor tower.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Miss Ryoka. She is back. Are you alive, Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n He heard a curse from below. Bird nodded and sat in his tower, humming. All was well in the world. Or it would be. The [Hunter] looked up at the sun as he put an arrow to the bow. And he sang, his cheerful voice lingering as those below rejoiced.<\/p>\n \u201cLa, la. It is a glorious today. All our friends come back from far away. Unless they are dead. But they are alive in my head. Today, our friends come back to the inn. So I will sing. Happiness is today. Tomorrow may be sad, but I do not think of tomorrow. So I am always glad.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n There was so much to say. So many reunions. And Mrsha would not let go of Ryoka. Like Erin\u2014only, the Gnoll had more perseverance. She sat on Ryoka\u2019s shoulders, paws tight around Ryoka\u2019s head. Refusing to let go.<\/p>\n No one could blame her. And if\u2014Lyonette notably, and Griffon Hunt were cooler to Ryoka, many were not. And there were stories<\/em> to tell.<\/p>\n \u201cNew arms. Same Yvlon.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Armsmistress] smiled as she flexed one arm. Ryoka just gaped as Yvlon dragged over a table one-handed. She looked at Ceria. The half-Elves eyes were different.<\/em><\/p>\n Ksmvr and Pisces were the same, at least. But so much was changed. Octavia bounced around the table.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka, hey Ryoka! Guess what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHi, Octavia. Who is\u2026this?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis is Numbtongue! He\u2019s a part of the inn. You never met him! You missed\u2014the Goblin Lord and\u2026Numbtongue, this is Ryoka.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n The Hobgoblin stared blankly at Ryoka. Her mouth opened and closed. She had seen Laken taking Goblin prisoners with all that<\/em> entailed. And Erin had\u2014she looked at Erin.<\/p>\n \u201cIs this\u2014uh\u2014is\u2014is this a Toren scenario, Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n She tried to be oblique, but Erin\u2019s face instantly fell. The others winced. Numbtongue gave Ryoka a cold<\/em> look. The [Bard] thought about it, raised a finger, and walked off. He was rather pleased about that. Mrsha smacked the back of Ryoka\u2019s head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s not. But you warned me about Toren. Numbtongue\u2019s cool. I\u2014met Toren again. Right before the inn was destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka sat up, alarmed. Erin tried to explain.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry. He\u2019s dead. I\u2019m almost positive\u2014we found bone dust. And that was when the inn collapsed\u2026oh. You didn\u2019t know about that. But that wasn\u2019t Toren, that was the Crelers.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe what?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka half-shouted. The others smirked at her face. Then Ceria turned pale.<\/p>\n \u201cOh dead gods. You don\u2019t know anything.<\/em> You\u2019re so behind!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know that. I\u2019m sorry\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe doesn\u2019t know anything. <\/em>Pisces!\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria grabbed the [Necromancer]. Pisces sniffed, looking amused; he\u2019d already caught up to what Ceria was thinking of. Ryoka blinked.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat have I missed?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin began to count on her fingers as Mrsha rested her chin on Ryoka\u2019s head.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, the Goblin Lord\u2019s army nearly destroying the city. The Raskghar, the dungeon always attacking us, Pawn and his Painted Antinium\u2014there were Wyverns at Pallass, but that was this other thing\u2026we have a door to Pallass, by the way. And Invrisil. Krshia\u2019s a member of Liscor\u2019s Council, and so is Lism, that jerk. Oh, Magnolia came by with this [Druid], we made chocolate\u2014I have a magical garden\u2014and magical fire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ceria broke in, urgently.<\/p>\n \u201cCalruz.\u201d<\/p>\n The City Runner had been trying to ask questions. But that one word silenced her. She turned to Ceria. Erin\u2019s eyes went round.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCalruz?\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka breathed. It couldn\u2019t be. But\u2014Ceria was looking at her. And she and Olesm had survived\u2026Ryoka was suddenly on her feet.<\/p>\n \u201cW-what about Calruz?\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf [Cryomancer] took a few breaths. She looked about\u2014Yvlon steadied her. Then she looked at Ryoka.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s alive. In Liscor\u2019s jail. He\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka\u2019s ears rang. She leaned on the table. Listened as Ceria told her\u2014something. Then she looked up.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is he? He\u2019s in Liscor?\u201d<\/p>\n The others looked at each other. Erin nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI see him\u2026sometimes. Mainly to throw bread at him. I threw a bagel last time. He\u2019s got two rats. He\u2019s\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have to see him.\u201d<\/p>\n The City Runner got up. Mechanically, she listened. Then\u2014since Mrsha wouldn\u2019t let go, she began running. The magical door was occupied? She ran down the hill, out of the inn. Mrsha clinging to her head as Erin and the others tried to chase her.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cHold still. You\u2019re wounded.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll heal.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot if your rats eat you, you won\u2019t. This costs the Watch nothing. Shut up or I\u2019ll waste healing potion on you.\u201d<\/p>\n Calruz sat in his cell. Zevara was touching his cuts with a rag dipped in healing potion. He was cut about\u2014bleeding or scabbed in dozens of places.<\/p>\n \u201cI am fine. I\u2019m grateful.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou walked into a Face-Eater Moth colony and killed them all with a rusty axe.\u201d<\/p>\n The Watch Captain would have sounded almost admiring if she wasn\u2019t sternly speaking to a prisoner. Calruz smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cNone of them were big enough to kill me. I\u2019m too\u2014high-level. I\u2019m grateful to be of some use.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2014you cut down on the Watch\u2019s injuries. So be quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n The two fell silent. Calruz sat there. Zevara was half-passed through the door to his cell; the magical field didn\u2019t affect her. Only him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be so close. I could attack you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou could.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake paused as she inspected his cuts, healing with the potion coating the wounds. Undeterred, she motioned for Calruz to raise his arm.<\/p>\n \u201cWell?\u201d<\/p>\n He asked after a moment. Zevara glanced up. She was totally unafraid by the suggestion. Rhata sat on Calruz\u2019s head, tail curled around one horn. The Minotaur waited.<\/p>\n \u201cIsn\u2019t this a risk unbecoming of a Watch Captain?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt would be. If my prisoner was anything less than honorable. Turn around; I need to see your back.\u201d<\/p>\n The Drake briskly mopped at a wound on Calruz\u2019s leg. He winced. Then he heard a commotion.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! You can\u2019t come in here! Wait\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Shouting at the entrance. Zevara spun. She grabbed for her sword.<\/p>\n \u201cWait here.\u201d<\/p>\n Tensed, the Minotaur saw her stride down the jail. After a minute\u2014he heard an exclamation. Then, pounding footsteps, slapping on the stone floor. The Minotaur waited. Who was\u2026?<\/p>\n The sound was familiar.<\/em> His eyes widened. A young, Asian woman ran down the jail, stopping when she saw his cell. Her hair was mussed. She was panting. Her face was pale, and she had lost two fingers on her right hand. The wind blew, bringing the Minotaur the scents of summer. It entered his cell, whirling around him, making his two pets hide.<\/p>\n A little white Gnoll clung to Ryoka\u2019s head, a bit motion sick from her run. The guards and Zevara, who had let Ryoka in, followed, but held back.<\/p>\n \u201cIt can\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n The two said it almost at the same time. Calruz slowly rose, staring. Ryoka looked at him. At his missing arm, the scars, the painful humility written across every line of him. She breathed in heavily.<\/p>\n \u201cCalruz?\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice broke. The Minotaur looked at that familiar face. From before Liscor\u2019s dungeon. He stepped forwards, bowing his head. It hurt for Ryoka to see him more than any other. Because they were back then.<\/p>\n The City Runner remembered an angry young woman, so ungrateful for all she had been given. Self-destructive, lashing out at her friends.<\/p>\n Her regrets\u2026her hand trembled as she put it on the magical barrier. Calruz reached out with his good hand and copied the gesture, ignoring the pain as the magic seared his flesh. They looked at each other, Ryoka, and Calruz.<\/p>\n And Mrsha, staring at Rhata on Calruz\u2019s head. Four of them, rather. Five if you counted Haldagaz nibbling at the rag soaked in healing potion. Ryoka slowly sat, the energy pulled out of her. She looked up at Calruz and smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s so good to see you again.\u201d<\/p>\n The [Prisoner] looked at Ryoka. And then he began to guffaw. He sat down, laughing for the first time in forever.<\/p>\n \u201cMy friend. It is good to see you again. Where have you been?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka Griffin opened her mouth. She searched for an answer that would make sense of it all, apologize\u2014and there wasn\u2019t one. But then she looked at Calruz. And a twinkle entered her eye. She grinned at him.<\/p>\n \u201cRunning.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —-<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You could write a hundred thousand words about the moment where Ryoka Griffin met Calruz of Hammerad again. A story in itself, of her asking, judging, and understanding all the Minotaur\u2019s sins. And he\u2014hers.<\/p>\n Mrsha as well, seeing the two little rats hiding behind Calruz. Listening, and learning the kind of lessons neither Lyonette nor Erin could teach her.<\/p>\n A lifetime of stories, from the Horns, to Calruz, Erin\u2019s triumphs and travails, learning just who Numbtongue was and why it mattered\u2014let alone his ghosts\u2014and that wasn\u2019t even going into Ryoka\u2019s stories.<\/p>\n Catching up, laughing, mourning those lost\u2014it could be a million words, easily. And even if every moment of those conversations was set down, you\u2019d still miss Octavia, who couldn\u2019t get a word in edgewise.<\/p>\n And there was still more. So, when all that was said and done, Ryoka Griffin looked around. Her nose felt sore from blowing it so many times. Mrsha had just wiped her nose on Ryoka\u2019s hair. It was\u2026congealing.<\/p>\n That was when she saw Teriarch. The Dragon, as a half-Elven [Mage], sat at a table. Amusedly watching Grimalkin demonstrating workout methods.<\/p>\n \u201cBut why would you bother,<\/em> young Drake? Change your form with spells. I admire the willpower it takes. However\u2026you are no [Athlete], but a [Magus].\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin\u2019s face fell.<\/p>\n \u201cBut surely the effort means<\/em> something, sir? If a spell can achieve what months, years<\/em> of calculated exercise can do, what is the point?\u201d<\/p>\n Teriarch\u2019s eyes glittered.<\/p>\n \u201cThe point? The point is that mastery of magic achieves the same<\/em> goals. Is it any easier to study for three decades to achieve such convenience? Or do you wish to protest the power of magic?\u201d<\/p>\n The muscular Drake struggled with his response. At last, he spoke in a strangled voice.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, sir. It is just\u2014difficult for me to accept.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n \u201cYoung Drake. You are being foolish. Magic\u2014nay, this world is unfair. Skills and spells derived from Skills make mockery of hard work already. Unfairness is a part of life. Your efforts are not in vain, though. Your study of this\u2014weightlifting will improve all those who do not reach the mastery of magic. That<\/em> is your great worth. Believe me, it will matter. I should know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Grand Magus. I am humbled by your words!\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin bowed, claws behind his back. He was so respectful, more than Erin could remember him being to anyone, even Chaldion. Teriarch sipped from his cup with good humor.<\/p>\n \u201cExcellent. Keep studying, and you too may achieve the rank of [Archmage]. You are a tad bit too ignorant in other schools of magic yet, but one may hope you become an [Archmagus of Strength] yet. I personally recall\u2014hmm?\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon broke off as Ryoka approached. Mrsha stared at Teriarch, sniffing the air as the City Runner cleared her throat.<\/p>\n \u201cTer\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGrand Magus Eldavin.\u201d<\/p>\n The half-Elf smiled, warningly. Ryoka saw the Drake glance up; he was no idiot. He scrutinized Ryoka as the City Runner nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry\u2014I was delayed. I\u2026had to come home.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you told me. I am contented. This outing was not entirely in vain.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon smiled to himself. Ryoka eyed him. No, not in vain at all. He had a pile of plates.<\/p>\n \u2026Like in TV shows, or movies, where you had a tower of plates for comedic effect? That was reality<\/em> here. Between him and Grimalkin, there was a pile of dishes and Drassi came over to take them away.<\/p>\n \u201cEr\u2026Grimalkin, Mister Eldavin, do you want more<\/em> food?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am content.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI as well.\u201d<\/p>\n Grimalkin picked at one tooth. Drassi nodded, a bit awestruck. Six hamburgers, two slices of lasagna, three entire pizzas, a milkshake, ice cream, seven chocolate squares, fries of course, complimentary with each course, blue fruit juice, goat milk, a quiche, saffron rice, a supreme meat sub split between the two, a spaghetti pot<\/em>\u2014<\/p>\n And they\u2019d paid<\/em> for it. Drassi had insisted after the second course, having learned her lesson with Rose and the others. Teriarch had footed the bill; Grimalkin had gladly offered, but the Dragon wouldn\u2019t allow the \u2018young Drake\u2019 to do so. Ryoka eyed the Drake trying to take the dishes back.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m uh\u2014grateful. Exceptionally, Grand Magus. I know it\u2019s an imposition. But could we delay speaking a moment longer?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am not made of time, Ryoka Griffin.\u201d<\/p>\n Sternly, the Dragon raised one finger. Burped. He eyed the menu.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026But I could remain a moment longer. Perhaps a curry, next? Magus Grimalkin?\u201d<\/p>\n The muscly Drake actually looked sick as he put one claw to his mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cI may be ah, reaching my limit, Grand Magus.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA shame. You should master a digestive spell. A\u2019ctelios! Only, bring your own food. Go forth, young Drake!\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon was having too much fun as he shook a finger at Grimalkin. Ryoka saw the Sinew Magus\u2019 face\u2014and then Erin\u2019s. She looked delighted.<\/p>\n \u201cHello! I\u2019m Erin! <\/em>Are you Ryoka\u2019s friend?\u201d<\/p>\n The [Innkeeper] beamed her way over. And the [Innkeeper] of The Wandering Inn met the Dragon. They stared at each other.<\/p>\n \u201cDo I know\u2026you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm. Maybe?\u201d<\/p>\n Erin frowned. The two blinked at each other. And then Pisces\u2019 jaw dropped.<\/p>\n \u201cThe [Mage]!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou attacked our wagon!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey! You\u2019re that jerk with the iPh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Ryoka slapped a hand so fast over Erin\u2019s mouth that she went over backwards. The Dragon watched Erin topple over. His eyes lit up.<\/p>\n \u201cOh. You!<\/em> That nosy little Human who bypassed all my wards and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n He coughed as everyone looked at him. Grimalkin was scribbling<\/em> furiously.<\/em> Teriarch coughed as he finally remembered where he saw Erin. And he gave her a look of respect.<\/p>\n \u201cWell met, Erin Solstice. I am Grand Magus Eldavin, indeed. I am\u2014acquainted with Miss Ryoka Griffin. We have had business together. And we have more still. I trust I am not trespassing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. Make yourself at home! My inn is your inn. I mean, it\u2019s my inn. But you\u2019re welcome in it. Wow. You\u2019re that guy with the spells. Pisces and Ceria are such<\/em> huge fans. Right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEr\u2014Grand Magus?<\/em>\u2019<\/p>\n The [Necromancer] came over, practically fawning over Eldavin. The half-Elf looked up, perplexed, as Ceria crowded behind him. He wasn\u2019t the only one.<\/p>\n Moore practically shoved Jelaqua out of the way. So did Revi, and Typhenous.<\/p>\n \u201cGrand Magus?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n To make a baseball analogy, it was like a bunch of sandlot baseball players meeting an all-star champion. A Grand Mage was only below an Archmage in rank. Of course, it could be ceremonial\u2014but Grimalkin looked like he was an excited pupil in his favorite class.<\/p>\n \u201cI am<\/em> on something of a break. My business is with Ryoka Griffin. Hm. Yes, I recall you. Bronze-ranks? I\u2019m pleased to see your magical acumen has increased. Have you reached Silver-rank, by any chance?\u201d<\/p>\n And that was Teriarch. He politely, even in a complimentary way, crushed Pisces and Ceria\u2019s egos. Ceria stammered.<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2014well\u2014actually, we\u2019re Gold-rank. We haven\u2019t studied as much\u2014but we killed an Adult Creler\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally?<\/em> Miracles exist, then! Fascinating! And you\u2014young woman? Your arms are fascinating. Are these all your friends? Silver\u2014er, Gold-ranks? The same level of proficiency, certainly.\u201d<\/p>\n The Dragon luxuriated at being in the center of attention. But he was focused on Ryoka. Disconcertingly so, actually. He brushed away Revi\u2019s stammered attempts to get him to drink with them.<\/p>\n \u201cRyoka Griffin, it is past time we talked. Of high-importance, in fact. But perhaps\u2014privately?\u201d<\/p>\n He cast his eyes around at the other fawning [Mages]. Dismissing them, even Grimalkin. Erin blinked.<\/p>\n \u201cYour friend\u2019s sort of big-headed.\u201d<\/p>\n She whispered in Ryoka\u2019s ears. Too quietly for any but Ryoka to hear, surely. But Teriarch\u2019s eyes still narrowed. He looked at Erin and she beamed innocently at him.<\/p>\n \u201cHey! Great to meet you! We have private rooms! Eldavin, huh? You\u2019re like\u2014the third half-Elf I\u2019ve ever met. Where have you been? I didn\u2019t know a Grand Mage lived in Izril.\u201d<\/p>\n Teriarch coughed.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014ah, prefer solitude.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo kidding? So you\u2019re in hiding?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo, this is like a big deal<\/em> that you\u2019re out here. Hey, how did Ryoka meet you?\u201d<\/p>\n The City Runner wondered if kidney-punching Erin would cause that much of a distraction. Teriarch narrowed his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI travel quite often. My abodes are hidden. I have long since abandoned Wistram and politics. My meeting with Ryoka Griffin was coincidental.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh. So when she went to the High Passes, you\u2019re the person she was delivering for?\u201d<\/p>\n Say this for Erin\u2014she wasn\u2019t an idiot either. She just lacked\u2014the ability to keep things secret. The other [Mages] turned into wax works. Grimalkin\u2019s quill nearly caught fire. Teriarch just looked at Erin. At a loss for words.<\/p>\n \u201c[Group Memory P\u2014]\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n He hesitated. Then put down his hand as he subvocalized it. He might fail\u2014so far from his actual body. Grumpily, the Dragon gave Ryoka a look<\/em>.<\/p>\n Do something.<\/em> Ryoka Griffin looked around desperately.<\/p>\n \u201cUm, Erin, Grand Magus Eldavin is a