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A day had passed since the run that defined Izril, for a moment. No\u2014just a night.<\/em> And what a sleepless night, for so many.<\/p>\n

The electric shock<\/em> of adrenaline in the veins, the excitement. The grief and fury and satisfaction of victory\u2014all of that mixed together in the body, both chemical, emotional, until sleep was an impossibility.<\/p>\n

Rewatch the clips being broadcast on Wistram News Network. Talk with the others who\u2019d seen it. Speculate. Worry.<\/p>\n

The day after an event as momentous as the \u2018Wind Runner\u2019s Delivery\u2019<\/em>\u2014or perhaps, \u2018Maviola El\u2019s Final Ride\u2019<\/em>\u2014or \u2018Saliss of Lights Saves Those Stupid Humans From Themselves\u2019 <\/em>as the other species were naming the event, was far too much to process.<\/p>\n

Especially if you weren\u2019t used to such moments in your life. A certain [Innkeeper] and her clientele, for instance, could actually get some sleep after the events of the run. Even if they worried for Ryoka Griffin. Even if friends had died\u2014they had lived through such days.<\/p>\n

The unprepared did not sleep. And indeed, he was so exhausted that after riding for two hours and returning the plough horse he\u2019d borrowed, Farmer Lupp practically collapsed into his bed.<\/p>\n

He could have slept for sixteen hours, despite going to sleep as the sun was rising. As it turned out, he got exactly three hours.<\/p>\n

Someone knocked on his door, loudly. The [Farmer] ignored it until the banging became too loud to ignore. He stumbled upright.<\/p>\n

\u201cCorn crows take it, who\u2019s making a racket at\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, it was a proper time to get up. The [Farmer] blearily looked around, and realized he didn\u2019t need to put on clothes; he\u2019d had them on.<\/p>\n

He walked towards the door. Scowling at first. Then smiling.<\/p>\n

She did it. The Wind Runner, Ryoka Griffin. Someone he knew.<\/em> Come to that\u2014all of Reizmelt had celebrated. Lupp would have stuck around, but the huge gathering didn\u2019t suit him. And he\u2019d been happy enough to see the Lischelle-Drakle family receive news that their daughter was well.<\/p>\n

Maybe he\u2019d head into the city, see if people were still talking about it. Bring some corn, roast it and share it about.<\/p>\n

The [Farmer] was smiling as he opened the door. Right up until he saw the four people standing on his doorstep.<\/p>\n

\u201cFarmer Lupp.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was not a question. The [Farmer] looked at the four people. They wore ordinary traveller\u2019s clothing. Innocuous, inconspicuous, bearing common self-defense weapons. A dagger, a sword, a bow on one\u2019s back and a small quiver. They could have been [Hunters] and perhaps if he saw them on the road, riding the four horses tied to his gate, Lupp would have ignored them completely.<\/p>\n

\u2026What made them different today was that they had put on hoods, tied strips of cloth over their faces, covering all but their eyes. A simple disguise you could put on and take off in a minute.<\/p>\n

[Assassins]. The [Farmer] tried to back up. One of the four swung up a crossbow and aimed it at his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014I\u2014I don\u2019t have much gold. It\u2019s under my bed\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He started, even as he knew that wasn\u2019t why they were here. The [Assassin] looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFarmer Lupp. Local [Farmer], grower of corn\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

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

One of them had plucked some freshly grown corn. Lupp, for a moment, was terribly offended. He defended his corn against crows and thieves\u2014the scarecrow standing in the field was proof of that. As if that was the worst sin they would commit on his land this morning.<\/p>\n

\u201cT-that\u2019s me. If you\u2019re here to rob me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He had gold from Lady Bethal, who bought his corn these days. The [Assassin] shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know why we\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t\u2014please\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFarmer Lupp. An acquaintance of the Wind Runner of Reizmelt, Ryoka Griffin. A\u2026friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Assassin] hesitated. He looked at the others, almost embarrassed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of the few acquaintances she has. She\u2019s paid you visits for more than just deliveries.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust to deliver things from my daughter. I don\u2019t know her at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Farmer] had a bow. And he had shovels, pitchforks\u2014none of which came to hand. He was no killer, either. The [Assassin] looked at him, almost pityingly.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlame yourself, [Farmer]. There\u2019s not many on our list. And you\u2019re by far the easiest.\u201d<\/p>\n

The others. Fierre, an Information Broker, used to watching her back. Mad Madain? A former Gold-rank Adventurer? A [Fistfighter] in Invrisil? Forget the damned inn.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho will miss a [Farmer]? Step out and we\u2019ll make it quick.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lupp had the door in his hands. He pushed\u2014but one of the [Assassins] was holding it open.<\/p>\n

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

A lie. The [Assassin] produced a red, glowing stone. He offered it to Lupp. He did not look\u2026happy to do this. Just resigned. Tired.<\/p>\n

The Guild of Assassins was burning. But neither Lupp nor Ryoka had considered that even if the Faces were massacred, the Guild broken\u2014they could still find one or two agents to take vengeance.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to do this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tried one last time. The [Assassin] in front looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re friends with Ryoka Griffin. She destroyed our home. Will it be slow or quick, farmer?\u201d<\/p>\n

The old man\u2019s heart beat too quickly. He was shaking. Like other people in this situation, he was searching for a way out. But few attempts on his life had been made like this. A [Mugger], a [Thief]\u2014a confrontation at a tavern.<\/p>\n

This\u2014was different. The [Farmer] looked at the [Assassins]. If he shoved the door closed and went to run\u2014<\/p>\n

They\u2019d put a bolt in his back before he even took a step. The [Corn Farmer] looked at them. Then\u2026he let go of the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know Ryoka Griffin.\u201d<\/p>\n

They stirred. The [Farmer] opened and closed his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that young woman. She\u2019s a friend. Not one I knew long. But I think I knew her well enough. She was so sad. Too sad for a girl her age. Younger\u2019n my daughter, even.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was shaking harder. His eyes blurred a bit. Lupp had to say it, though.<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw her on that orb. Running for her life. Defying your Guild. She never looked\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He swallowed. Then smiled through the tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe never looked happier<\/em>. She flew.<\/em> I was never prouder of anyone. If you\u2019re here to kill me for being her friend\u2014d-do it. I\u2019ll never regret knowing the Wind Runner.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lupp\u2019s voice stumbled a bit. He wished he\u2019d said his last words as bravely as he thought them, with confidence and daring.<\/p>\n

\u2026It was enough. The [Assassins] listened, politely. Then, the one in front nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cSaid well enough. Do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The one with the crossbow raised it. Lupp closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

Snap. <\/em>A bowstring cracking.<\/p>\n

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

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lupp cracked one eye open. He saw the [Assassin] collapse. An arrow was sticking out of his head.<\/p>\n

The scarecrow had shot him in the face.<\/p>\n

The scarecrow had\u2014?<\/em><\/p>\n

The [Assassins] whirled. A second arrow knocked the leader down. He screamed as he tried to drag it out of his thigh. Lupp stared. He fell back, as the other two crashed around the side of the house, for cover.<\/p>\n

Lupp was stunned. He didn\u2019t know what was happening. He certainly wasn\u2019t about to fight or take cover more effectively. He just had one thought.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve leveled up. I\u2019ve gained [Awaken Scarecrows]. No\u2014[Automated Scarecrows]. I didn\u2019t hear it. I must have leveled\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

He realized, a moment later, that this wasn\u2019t true. The big hint was the shouting voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake them!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t the [Assassins]. Lupp heard them die. Screams\u2014two more thunks<\/em> as arrows hit them. He dared to peek out his door. He saw his scarecrow lower the bow. Then\u2014brush at its face.<\/p>\n

The wicker creation he used to scare crows away as, even dressed up as himself, became a figure standing in the field. The illusion spell melted off the [Archer] as she looked around.<\/p>\n

More figures spread out in his field of corn. Each one had a bow. They\u2019d killed the [Assassins].<\/p>\n

\u201cSecure the farm! Make sure there\u2019s no backup. What word from the other teams?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReizmelt secure. Second farm secure. Assassin team headed to the farm intercepted and dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The figure walked up the hill towards Lupp. Reflexively, he almost closed the door in her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cFarmer Lupp? It\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2014who are\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The figure nodded at him. She\u2014it was a she\u2014was wearing a strange armor that seemed to take on the characteristics of whatever was around her. Right now it looked like the dirt of his farm\u2019s path; if she laid down, she\u2019d be all but invisible.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am a [Stealth Archer] in the employ of the House of El, Farmer Lupp. You are under the protection of the Five Families.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe House of\u2026<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The woman nodded, her eyes on the distance.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe aegis of the Veltras Family is on you. Until the Guild is destroyed, we will be protecting your farm.\u201d<\/p>\n

The other figures in his field, searching the bodies of the [Assassins], wore the colors of House Veltras. [Soldiers]. Expert [Marksmen]. Lupp stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014how\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLord Veltras requested aid from the Five Families. Friends and family of the Wind Runner of Reizmelt are to be guarded. Obviously.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Stealth Archer] smiled, eying the dead [Assassins]. She turned to Farmer Lupp.<\/p>\n

\u201cApologies about the delay. Veltras\u2019 agents were still getting into position. I would have taken all four if I had to, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged. She must have come first; the other [Archers] looked exhausted, having ridden through the night to get here. Lupp was at a loss for words. He looked at the [Stealth Archer]. At the dead [Assassins]. Relief made him weak.<\/p>\n

As before, so, now. All the [Farmer] could think to do was point towards his open door.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you. Thank you. <\/em>Would you like\u2014some corn?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Even their most tertiary agents were dying. The Guild of Assassins lay in ruins. The headquarters in First Landing was obliterated and two more of their bases were burning.<\/p>\n

There was no leadership. Conflicting [Messages], ordering them to regroup, or strike at their enemies\u2014the agents of the Circle of Thorns were similarly panicked.<\/p>\n

The truth was\u2014their great gambit had failed. In every conceivable way. And now that the threat upon his sons was ended, both Tyrion Veltras and the Five Families\u2014and even lesser houses of Izril were turning their might upon the Guild without fear.<\/p>\n

The worst had happened to them. So\u2014now came wrath and ruination.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

House of El. Lord Deilan had, with Zedalien\u2019s advice, stones brought out. [Appraisal], [Truth]\u2014to find agents in his lands. Any that were located were not engaged directly, like Veltras\u2019 forces who were running down every [Assassin] they could find.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeeker arrows. Target is fleeing.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the El Family\u2019s [Archers] stood on the roof of their manor. He drew a crafted arrow, one of the El Family\u2019s creations, and loosed it. It flew up<\/em> and kept flying, defying physics, arcing with more range and accuracy than even most Skills could allow. The [Eagle-eye Marksman] saw the fleeing figure crumple.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Wellfar Family at sea sunk another burning ship. The Guild had ships, some of whom had been trying to flee. In vain; Wellfar\u2019s navy was their strength, and even their flagship was out. In a show of force, it had bombarded the cutter-sized ship with firepower meant for another warship.<\/p>\n

It was raining, as water fell around one of the [Captains]. He grimaced and wiped at his cap. Then turned his attention towards the coast, sighting other ships. Not one rat would flee Izril.<\/p>\n

For Gresaria and Regein Wellfar. The Harbormistress of First Landing\u2019s reputation had been such that even [Captains] who had disliked her work keeping the docks clear of contraband were refusing to carry [Assassins].<\/p>\n

It was personal to them, such that the [Lords] and [Ladies] were leading their own ships, on the hunt for [Assassins] in the waters. Out for blood.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Terland Family was more prosaic. They did not take to arms themselves; well, some of the younger hotheads did. But Ulva Terland simply gave one order, and remained secluded, safeguarded until the threat passed.<\/p>\n

For the Terland family, that was enough.<\/p>\n

The Guild\u2019s stronghold in the northeast was fortified against magical attack as well as mundane. It was less-obvious than the one in First Landing. But overconfidence had lost its chief protection\u2014secrecy. <\/em>And like the Guild in First Landing, it might have staved off an army with its fortifications.<\/p>\n

But not a bombardment from a relic of the House of Wellfar. And similarly\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re coming!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

A cry. The [Assassins] watched the doors, which were being battered by some unknown force. The Guild was trembling<\/em> with the impacts. They coated their weapons with poisons, trained Wands of [Fireball] on the door.<\/p>\n

An [Assassin] peeked out an arrow slit. But the fog-spells made it impossible to see what<\/em> was assailing them. House Terland, of course. But what kind of army? They\u2019d loosed arrows and bolts and spells, but heard no cry of\u2014<\/p>\n

A fist punched<\/em> through the arrow slit. Through enchanted stone. The [Assassin] screamed\u2014a second before the fist tried to draw her through the small opening.<\/p>\n

Her body resisted. But the Golem\u2019s strength was inexorable. It pulled\u2014<\/em>and most of the [Assassin] followed.<\/p>\n

The other [Assassins] saw a glowing rune as the Golem proceeded to punch through the wall again. Then the double doors burst open.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re just Golems! Destroy them and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The words left the [Assassin] leading the defense. The wind sucked out<\/em> of the room. They gasped\u2014looking up.<\/p>\n

A glowing Golem\u2019s Heart. Whirling pieces of armor surrounding it. But the body of one of Terland\u2019s greatest relic-protectors was just\u2026<\/p>\n

Poetically, perhaps. Given the Wind Runner\u2019s involvement. The [Assassins] did not admire the Wind Golem. They fell, choking for air or grabbing emergency artifacts like Jars of Air as the lesser Golems charged into their guild. The few Humans hung back until the job was done.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Reinhart Family, mostly confined to their estates in decadence, placed bets on how many [Assassins] were dying. They had lost nothing, given nothing. They took part in small ways.<\/p>\n

Their matriarch, and not well-beloved, was gone. Most watched the slaughter with urbane amusement.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

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House Veltras\u2019 army had long been considered the largest and most powerful, at least under Tyrion Veltras. A standing force that was mighty\u2014yet, as the [Assassins] had proven, flawed in some crucial areas.<\/p>\n

Counterintelligence was the game of Reinharts. That would change. But at least in open conflict, they were greatly feared. And all the pent-up wrath of nearly a month was unleashed in the bloodiest purge of their lands and the surrounding region.<\/p>\n

[Assassins] fought [Soldiers] in one-sided melees. The Skills that allowed them to kill foes in armor, from afar, in secret, were of less use in a pitched battle. And the best of them, who had killed [Knights] and high-level foes, the Faces, were dead.<\/p>\n

Or being hunted down.<\/em><\/p>\n

There were three. One was fifteen, a daughter, an [Alchemist] in training. Like her mother, she had a gift. A boy, fourteen, held back by the younger daughter, who was eleven. The daughter had inherited something\u2026odd<\/em>. A preternatural strength that meant that even at her age, she was stronger than her siblings.<\/p>\n

It came from her mother. They had not seen her for the last month; she was a travelling [Trader]-[Alchemist], who had a lot of clients.<\/p>\n

They, and her husband, had been shocked beyond belief when she returned, missing an arm<\/em>, in the late hours of the night. She had told them to pack everything in their comfortable manor. To run with her.<\/p>\n

They had asked too many questions. Or perhaps\u2014<\/p>\n

An army had followed them. The [Commander] wore the insignia of House Veltras. A reassuring sight; they had lived on the edges of House Veltras\u2019 territory all their lives.<\/p>\n

But the [Soldiers] were training their weapons upon the manor. And the [Commander] was shouting.<\/p>\n

\u201cMire of the Assassins\u2019 Guild. Leave your manor now or we will demolish it to ash.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMire? Mother, who\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n

The oldest daughter stared up their mother, Chena Vall. Chena said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cChena\u2014what\u2019s going on? They have to be joking. This\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Her husband was a local [Vintner], respected for his quality. He\u2019d met Chena while working on an alchemical stock of his wine\u2026<\/p>\n

Decades lay between them. Her children had grown up here without fear of hunger or sickness. Everything she had wanted. Mire looked at her husband and the truth, the real truth<\/em> of who she was, finally gave way.<\/p>\n

Maybe he had suspicions. Tiny clues he pushed aside. Perhaps he had wondered about their youngest daughter\u2019s gifts, somehow transmitted by potions she\u2019d drunk while carrying her.<\/p>\n

It broke him in two. The [Vintner] exited the manor, holding his hands up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere has to be some kind of mistake. My wife\u2014her name is Chena. Chena Vall. I\u2019m Loren Vall. [Commander]\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMire the [Alchemist] is a one-armed [Assassin] from the Guild. Hold your ground, sir. You will be taken in for questioning in your involvement in the Guild\u2019s attempt on the lives of Lord Sammial and Hethon Veltras and the threats made to the Five Families of Izril.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes bulged.<\/p>\n

\u201cLords\u2026but we sent our wishes for their health! We\u2019ve been staunch supporters of the Veltras family all our lives. Chena! Chena, come out and tell them\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He wanted to go back towards the manor. The children looked up at their mother. She was crouched\u2014a glowing potion in her grip.<\/p>\n

\u201cMother? What\u2019s that potion?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her daughter locked eyes on the glowing liquid, of a far greater potency than the humble [Trader]-[Alchemist] should have been able to brew. Her mother said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay down. The windows are warded.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChena! Come out here! <\/em>This is all a mistake, Commander\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStay where you are! Do not go inside!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The man didn\u2019t listen. He went for the door after a moment\u2019s hesitation.<\/p>\n

\u201cLoose!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

A snap<\/em> of bowstrings. A scream from inside. Mire said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cFather!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The youngest daughter let go of her brother. He ran for the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The bows which had slain Loren trained on the boy. He halted. And Mire spoke at last.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough! Don\u2019t kill him!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExit with your arms raised.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Assassin] did. Her arm, actually. The [Commander] stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s her. [Assassin]! Drop your gear on the ground! [Mages]\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

They were checking her, appraising her to make sure she had no secret weapons. Bitterly, Mire tossed her potion, her belt, her bag of holding, secret blades on the ground.<\/p>\n

Her son, her daughters, stared at her. The illusion ended. The [Assassin] laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve taken it all from me. I surrender. Just\u2014just let them live and I\u2019ll tell you everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSecure her.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Commander] didn\u2019t take his burning eyes off Mire. [Soldiers]\u2014Veltras\u2019 best\u2014dragged her down, securing her in cuffs that blocked both Skills and magic. Relics in their own right. Mire bared her teeth as they shackled her legs; hard to do with one arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cMother!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep them back. Mire the Alchemist. You have made an attempt on the lives of multiple members of the Five Families. What say you, if anything?\u201d<\/p>\n

They forced her face into the dirt. Mire spat up at them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m an [Assassin]. I had my orders. You\u2019re a [Soldier]. Listen, I know all the Faces, and the Guild\u2019s locations\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you do. My duty, however, is clear. For your crimes, the House of Veltras judges you guilty. By admission. By witness. By magic. That is enough. The sentence is death. Execute her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWh\u2014no! I have information!\u201d<\/p>\n

Mire had not been expecting that. She\u2019d been prepared to bargain it all away. There was a cry from the manor.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep the children back. No\u2014lock them inside. Away from the windows.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Commander] glanced over Mire\u2019s shoulder. Mire struggled then, trying to throw the arms off. Break the grips\u2014fight barehanded.<\/p>\n

\u201cSword.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Commander] dismounted. Mire cursed, screaming. There were voices from behind her. Arguing, begging, pleading. One of the [Soldiers] cried out as the youngest daughter shoved him aside. The children raced past the guards. It couldn\u2019t be true. Even now\u2014<\/p>\n

Mire looked up as the sword swung down. Her head rolled. The [Commander] wiped the blade and handed it to the [Soldier].<\/p>\n

\u201cTarget neutralized. To the next. <\/em>You\u2014you. Ensure the children are managed until Lord Veltras decides their fate.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Such was House Veltras\u2019 justice.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The hatred of it\u2014it was almost funny.<\/em> Look how efficiently vicious they were when you roused them to it.<\/p>\n

House Veltras, and its prideful [Lord]. If only they were this ruthless to begin with, it would have never come to that.<\/p>\n

You couldn\u2019t have threatened Magnolia Reinhart the same way you did Lord Tyrion. But now he\u2019d found his wrath.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe were close. I had my hand on his throat. I could have killed them. I was more powerful than the leader of one of the Five Families.\u201d<\/p>\n

She mumbled. Not sure if the words were actually coming out of her lips. She felt odd. Naked.<\/p>\n

Her mask was gone. That was worse than the lack of her gear. Her mask<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The [Toxins Expert] had wondered why she wasn\u2019t dead when she first woke up. But the answer was obvious.<\/p>\n

To her disappointment, it was not Lord Tyrion Veltras who descended the steps into this small place. But it made a lot of sense. The [Assassin] mumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAm I in the Veltras Manor?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI would not suffer your presence. Nor would Ullim. Your companions are dead. Your Guild is burning, [Assassin]. The cure has been delivered. All your plans have come to naught.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jericha descended the steps and looked at the [Toxins Expert]. The [Assassin] paused. It had been she who\u2019d defeated the [Assassin] in the moments when Lord Tyrion had gone to secure the cure. If it had been the [Lord]\u2014well, the [Toxins Expert] thought she wouldn\u2019t have been in one piece.<\/p>\n

\u2026Comparatively. She spat some blood, hoping that the woman would come closer. Even her blood was poisonous. But the second to Lord Tyrion was careful. She\u2019d removed all the [Assassin]\u2019s weapons, even the hidden ones.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Guild\u2019s being destroyed? The other Faces?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDead or being hunted.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026The Circle?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt will be rooted out and purged. Every traitorous member. My [Lord] has sworn it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh. Okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jericha hesitated. She eyed the restrained [Assassin].<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have nothing else to say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never liked the Guild. Or my fellows. I had a few friends. I came close, though. <\/em>Your [Lord] begged me on his knees for my help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jericha clenched one hand. She took a step forwards\u2014then relaxed. She stepped back, sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHouse Veltras is extinguishing your fellow [Assassins] one by one, [Assassin]. But your existence proves we were unprepared. There are more, aren\u2019t there?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The [Mage] found a seat. She sat there, and the [Toxins Expert] looked up at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will tell me everything. Your Guild\u2014your secrets. Where you all sprung from.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if I do\u2026you\u2019ll kill me swiftly?\u201d<\/p>\n

A hoarse laugh. Jericha\u2019s stony face twitched. She looked at the [Assassin] and almost smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. That is what you will tell me. Either way, you\u2019ll live. We have personal business to settle.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The [Assassin] began to giggle, and laugh. She wondered if Jericha even knew how she\u2019d been trained. If she should surpass that\u2014she\u2019d be very impressed.<\/p>\n

Oh well. She kept laughing, until the [Silence] spell cut off the sound. And still laughed then.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been so close! <\/em>For a no one like her\u2014hadn\u2019t that been something?<\/p>\n

Alas. Here came the consequences.<\/p>\n

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\u201cOur best [Assassins] are dead. Some of our agents have been compromised. Rooted out. They\u2014they\u2019ve killed one of the Petals of Death!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Circle of Thorns met thusly. Not in person; but their representatives filled the room built for them. Some from far away. Puppet proxies, magical reflections, their origin and sending disguised.<\/p>\n

One of them was shouting. Raving, in a panic. In fear of his very life. Some of the others were likewise. Two were silent. The rest?<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are all in danger! What will we do?<\/em> The Five Families\u2014that damned Veltras has sworn to find all of us! We have to hide. We\u2014we must\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

They had tried to take it all, and in the process, lost everything they had. The Circle could still fight back, though. They had agents, members of the Guild who weren\u2019t active fighters. They just had to\u2026<\/p>\n

The inner sanctum of the Circle of Thorns was suddenly filled with a strange sound. The Petals of Death, and the speaker, jerked. Suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n

There was applause. Half of the Petals of Death stood on their feet, applauding, a standing ovation. One of them spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell done! Splendid! This has been the greatest display of ineptitude from the Circle! More than in a thousand years! More blood spilled, more members lost! A disaster like none ever seen! The guild is broken, the Circle is hunted!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Petal of Death laughed. The others were laughing, applauding, even cheering.<\/p>\n

The other Petals stirred.<\/p>\n

\u201cWh\u2014what? Are you mad? There\u2019s no time to applaud!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn the contrary. It\u2019s exactly what we wanted!\u201d<\/p>\n

It was a standing ovation. Half the Petals applauded, the other half sat in bewildered silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor so long, your Guild has been a powerful force. Reinhart used it to kill our agents. It may have preyed on Izril\u2014but it was a spider that caught too many flies. And the Circle has been both a check on the Five Families and an opponent of all who would take Izril. No more. Well done.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Another Petal leaned forwards. The Petals of Death who hadn\u2019t applauded stirred. They were, of course, minor [Lords] and [Ladies]. Those who had connections with the Circle. Who desired a change in how things were.<\/p>\n

But\u2026what had that Petal said? \u2018Your Guild\u2019?<\/em> Suddenly\u2014the Petals were silent.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou. We inducted you into our order. You\u2019re\u2026[Lady] Melisaw.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the Petals murmured. It was anathema to reveal one of their members to each other. But\u2014the figure appeared, shedding the disguise on her scrying mirror.<\/p>\n

It was Lady Melisaw. A slightly pudgy [Lady]. Born of a small House in Izril, who had faithfully worked her way up the ranks. It was her\u2014<\/p>\n

And then it wasn\u2019t. A blur surrounded the real woman. It might not even have been Human. The Petals recoiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell done.<\/em> But we don\u2019t meet face-to-face, do we? And all my lovely agents swore that I was who I said I was.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2014who are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The other Petals, who\u2019d applauded, changed.<\/em> They laughed. The Circle of Thorns, the true Circle, looked at their imposters.<\/p>\n

\u201cIzril\u2019s famous Guild lies in ruins. Nobles are dead, fighting each other, and more<\/em> will die as the Circle is destroyed. The best part is\u2014I couldn\u2019t have even planned this. I was prepared to do something, but you all hung yourselves without me needing to do more than nod along.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another fake Petal chuckled. The others laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were once called Izril\u2019s unseen dagger. A weapon that fought in secrecy. Look at you now. Rot and decay have crept into your ranks. If all of us could infiltrate\u2014you deluded fools. Well, we have you to thank. We\u2019ll see you all<\/em> soon enough. Count on it, fools.\u201d<\/p>\n

The blurred woman. She sneered as the Petals of Izril looked at each other in horror. Other species! Other nations.<\/em><\/p>\n

Other continents. The Circle of Thorns was filled with more mocking laughter. Then the traitorous half vanished. The remaining Petals realized\u2014they were compromised. The Circle had been infected from the start. They panicked, shouting at each other, screaming, the smart ones disconnecting from their conference right away.<\/p>\n

Only two remained, in silence. Perhaps\u2014shock? Or something else. The last two Petals sat there a moment, regarding each other. Then they too, vanished.<\/p>\n

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So. Deception on all sides. Vengeance and death. The day after the cure was delivered and two young [Lord]\u2019s lives were saved contained almost as much death as the day before.<\/p>\n

From some. Blood and panic and wrath.<\/p>\n

Not all. The [Lord] of House Veltras, for instance, surprisingly, had forsworn the same fury that led his people to cleanse his lands. He knelt at his son\u2019s bedside, listening to calm breathing in slumber. It was a sweet sound.<\/p>\n

It could consume you, that bitter need to draw blood. To exact more pain than you\u2019d taken. Some things mattered more, though. Tyrion Veltras just listened to his sons sleeping. If not for them\u2014he would have heard nothing else.<\/p>\n

Presently, he rose. Ullim remained. And countless guards. Tyrion was exhausted. But he stopped at one more room, to look in, for a moment.<\/p>\n

The savior of House Veltras lay unconscious. The [Healer] still ministered to her. Worried. But she still breathed. Tyrion Veltras nodded to her again, then went to rest for the first time since this ordeal began.<\/p>\n

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Away from Izril\u2019s north, boiling with anger. Away from bloodshed. The news was focused on all these things of course, the discourse of the world obsessing over the new Courier, the implications, a weakened Izril\u2026<\/p>\n

But this time, this time, they hadn\u2019t missed it. It had been a tagline on other events around Liscor, the Wyvern attack on Pallass. Hints of it had appeared before.<\/p>\n

Now\u2014it was impossible to ignore. It was a name, which was suddenly on everyone\u2019s tongues. Multiple names.<\/p>\n

The Wandering Inn.<\/em> Liscor. <\/em>And, following that, an almost inevitable question.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is Erin Solstice?\u201d<\/p>\n

Why was that name important? Yet\u2014if you traced why the [Lord] of House Everight had fought at Invrisil\u2014why Grimalkin of Pallass had been seen fighting\u2014the Black Tide\u2026it came down to a name.<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice. You had to be smart to uncover that name. Most curious viewers would only get as far as \u2018The Wandering Inn\u2019, and only if they broke down the events at Invrisil in a meaningful way.<\/p>\n

Most remember Maviola El, Saliss of Lights, Ryoka Griffin, as the names. But the clever ones?<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is Erin Solstice?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question appeared on the streets of Liscor. Humans from Invrisil sidled up to groups of Drakes or Gnolls. Hello, fellow citizen! What an event. I am much shock! Are you? We are all friends here. What say you know about Erin Solstice?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026About that level of subterfuge, from some of them. The Liscorians would give the Humans odd looks. They were clearly outsiders, but they were only too happy to talk.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Crazy Human of Liscor? Been here for ages.<\/em> You want to know about her?\u201d<\/p>\n

And of course, they did. So the others would chuckle, motion a friend over, and relay what was almost becoming a sport of its own, or tradition in Liscor. Telling stories of the [Innkeeper]. Erin Solstice.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, look. She might look<\/em> normal on the outside. But she\u2019s strong as a [Minotaur]. Once beat a [Knight] barehanded. I saw it myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s actually <\/em>an adventurer. Went into Liscor\u2019s dungeon. You didn\u2019t hear about that? She\u2019s a retired adventurer\u2014carries jars of acid around.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe best chess player in all of Liscor. She beat our [Strategist] on her first day here. Undefeatable. I tried playing her myself\u2014she beat me while making a pie! Without even looking at the board!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s actually not entirely Human. Part-Drake. Oldblood. She can spit blood. It\u2019s like, her special attack. That, and throwing frying pans. Why? Don\u2019t ask me. She\u2019s crazy.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEmploys Goblins and<\/em> Antinium. Not that there\u2019s anything wrong with either! I know this Painted Worker\u2014has a bee on his chest and yellow striped antennae. I wave at him all the time. There\u2019s some good ones! Anyways, they\u2019re her security.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t kill Goblins. Don\u2019t even joke about that. She\u2019s mad.<\/em> Rip your legs off and beat you to death with them. She\u2019s so crazy, she destroyed her own inn. Twice!<\/em> Burned it down just to build it up again.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Informants] and such were writing down notes frantically. The happy citizens went on.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe makes all kinds of new food. Well\u2014brings \u2018em over. She\u2019s Terandrian, I think. A [Princess]\u2014or related to the throne. I\u2019ve heard it, now and then.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s been married. At least once. Young, for her age, but then, I was married at sixteen myself. To a Gnoll. That\u2019s the little white Gnoll running about.\u201d<\/p>\n

And inevitably, at some point, one of the others would interrupt.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on, that\u2019s not true! That kid\u2019s the last Gnoll of a tribe. The Human only rescued<\/em> her. Fought the Goblin Lord one-on-one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re both wrong. I was there.<\/em> She rescued the kid from bees. Poor mite was carried off by Ashfire Bees\u2014there\u2019s a colony nearby. So the [Innkeeper] took some magic flowers, put the hive to sleep\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone stared at the last speaker. He threw up his claws.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, you believe everything but<\/em> that? It\u2019s true! She has magic flowers\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

No one listened to the more obviously fake tales. But there was documented proof! She\u2019d fought Skinner, she had an army of Antinium at her beck and call\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd she\u2019s a sexual fiend.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the Gnolls whispered to the others in confidence. He looked around.<\/p>\n

\u201cInsatiable. <\/em>I heard she\u2019s had sex with Senior Guardsmen, the strategist of Liscor\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The other listeners turned to him. One of the other Drakes nudged his friend. He indicated the Gnoll, who was sighing over Erin Solstice\u2019s sexual conquests.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you hang out with him? And what\u2019s he on about? Sexual fiend? <\/em>He is so creepy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. I thought he was fun, but\u2014yeesh. Ancestors.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

They edged out of that particular gossip circle. Some people always ruined a good thing. But so it went. The Wandering Inn\u2019s name was repeated on distant continents. And as for the [Innkeeper]? People wondered about her. Some people added her to their internal lists, or tried to factor her into plans.<\/p>\n

They didn\u2019t know her completely. Not yet. But they knew her name.<\/p>\n

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And in time, Erin Solstice woke up. She stretched out in her bed and looked up at the sun shining through the window.<\/p>\n

It was rare that she got up after the sun rose. For a moment, Erin Solstice stared at the ceiling.<\/p>\n

Had everything that happened last night\u2026actually happened? Yes, it had. The good and the bad.<\/p>\n

Living and the dead. Erin Solstice thought about all of it.<\/p>\n

Ryoka flying, Maviola\u2014Saliss. Some were still out there, their fates unclear. But Ryoka was alive. She would live.<\/p>\n

The [Innkeeper] lay there, thinking of getting up. She\u2026was tired. She had called every favor she could think of. And today, it was over. It was cleanup and aftermath.<\/p>\n

She went back to sleep. The [Innkeeper] dozed, woke up, stared at the ceiling again, felt the sore muscles in her arms and legs from yesterday. She put a pillow over her head to block the sun. Curled up in her bed sheets.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin? Erin? You know what? I bet she\u2019s asleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

Montressa\u2019s voice at the door. Erin heard it, then dozed off. This was nice. This was\u2026<\/p>\n

The chatter of a beaver. A door, and the fresh air of a place. The [Garden of Sanctuary]. Erin\u2019s head sleepily rose\u2014<\/p>\n

Pow.<\/em> Mrsha\u2019s flying head butt hit Erin in the back. She screamed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrsha!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The white Gnoll had no time for sleeping [Innkeepers]. She leapt onto the bed. That was okay. It was when a Fortress Beaver tried to climb onto the bed that Erin jumped<\/em> out of it. The giant beaver weighed more than she did! By a lot, actually!<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright! That\u2019s it! Everyone, get out!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrsha and the beavers fled. Erin threw a shoe after them.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop coming into my room when I\u2019m sleeping! Mrsha! You were warned!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She dressed herself, rubbing at her lower back and groaning. Mrsha had learned you could get anyone<\/em> out of bed if you did that. It was certainly true, but it was a bad lesson.<\/p>\n

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

Erin hobbled past her chess board. She paused. She has three in her room these days. One for studying, one for fun, and the magical one. You needed at least<\/em> three in your room, obviously. The magical chessboard and the go board, arranged side-by-side for moments like this, had a message on it via both arranged pieces.<\/p>\n

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Want to talk?<\/em><\/p>\n

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Erin stared at the board. Well, it was more like \u2018wnt 2 tlk?\u2019<\/em>, since there were a finite amount of pieces. She groaned, rubbed at her back, then her stomach.<\/p>\n

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Srry. Bsy. Ltr.<\/em><\/p>\n

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She scrawled, and then hobbled downstairs, not seeing the frantic counter message. Erin appreciated her mysterious opponent.<\/p>\n

But here was more immediate. And now she was awake, Erin\u2019s stomach was growling.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cFood! I\u2019m so hungry!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She hopped down the stairs and shouted it, spreading her arms wide. Erin stopped.<\/p>\n

Her inn, her full<\/em> inn, with countless guests at the tables, all turned to stare at Erin. Dead silent. They gave the [Innkeeper] the stare<\/em>, the one that asked who she was. That waited for her to explode, spit blood, or conjure armies.<\/p>\n

Expectant, bewildered, amused or awed, or more emotions. There were\u2026hundreds of people in her inn? At least a hundred! Humans, Drakes, Gnolls…Erin realized her arms were still spread.<\/p>\n

She lowered them. She looked around at the sea of faces. Erin glanced over her shoulder. She backed up the stairs, slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette unfroze as the inn murmured. A good portion of the regulars were laughing their tails off. The rest were asking\u2014was that her?<\/em> She signaled to Silveran and found Erin upstairs, peeking down.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is the inn so full<\/em>, Lyonette?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause we have a lot of customers?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin gave Lyonette a long look. The [Princess] rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you brought an army to Invrisil?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but I didn\u2019t think they\u2019d all come back to have breakfast!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBrunch. You\u2019ve been asleep for a long time. I was going to let you sleep in; or are the walls not soundproof?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNah. I was attacked by Mrsha. And the beavers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat little\u2026I\u2019ll have a word with her. Do you need a potion?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Innkeeper] rubbed at her back. Yes.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026No. Are uh, all those people\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMost just want to know about the inn. But it is fairly busy. Tell you what\u2014oh, thank you, Silveran!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Worker had come up the stairs with a tray of breakfast. Erin brightened up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could eat it in my room!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. That\u2019s how we get more bugs. Um. No offense Silveran. Bug-bugs. We\u2019re not repeating Bird\u2019s room. Take it to the private dining room, please?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Worker nodded. Erin shuddered. Bird had cultivated an infestation of buzzing insects in his dead bird collection one time. Preserved they might be, but that still didn\u2019t stop the creepy-crawlies.<\/p>\n

\u201cSilveran! I\u2019ll eat in the Garden instead! There, please?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette nodded. The Worker turned and instead of going downstairs, walked at a wall. The door appeared, and Erin followed.<\/p>\n

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It was a sign that Imani was swamped by the guests that she was taking out the premade foods. Breakfast for Erin was a bacon-and-egg hash, one she\u2019d made oh, a month ago. It was still fresh as when she\u2019d made it, and hot!<\/p>\n

\u201cMm. Thanks, Silveran. What\u2019s that? Milk? Thank you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin sat on the hilltop, next to the Sage\u2019s Grass, which had a faint aroma, and ate breakfast in the sun. She realized she was not alone.<\/p>\n

The flood of people in the main inn had chased the shy or reclusive into the Garden. Those with access, that was. A trio of Goblins looked up from the arid section. Erin stared down at them, mouth full of hash.<\/p>\n

\u201cIssat\u2014ahem. Numbtongue! Badarrow! Snapjaw!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She waved at them, coughing. The three Goblins looked up. What were they doing? They were all lying down and\u2026<\/p>\n

Sunbathing?<\/em> Erin saw them sit up. Save for towels or undergarments, they had been lazily basking in the sun! With a bowl of roasted peanuts.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know you guys sunbathed!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin saw Numbtongue\u2019s head rise, and then fall. The [Bard] was snoozing. And because Erin wasn\u2019t the new, amazing thing, he let Badarrow get up. The [Sniper] ascended the hill as Erin turned towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cBadarrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cErin.\u201d<\/p>\n

They looked at each other for a long while. In the rush of, well, everything, his arrival had been slightly overshadowed. Not entirely, but it was still something to see him standing there. He looked at her like a long-lost friend. Uncertain of what to say.<\/p>\n

Erin knew what to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cWant something to eat? Take a seat, take a seat! Did you have breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow sat cross-legged. He smiled as Erin indicated her plate.<\/p>\n

\u201cHad food. Good\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He tried to think of the word.<\/p>\n

\u201cThick soup.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPorridge?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cTasty thick soup. Dark skin cook make. Say from home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. <\/em>Imani\u2019s porridges. Yeah, they\u2019re more savory. Like, made out of pureed beans.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The [Sniper] was alarmed by the word \u2018pureed\u2019 for a second. Erin laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s fine! Its regular beans. Not bugs. She just blends it all up really smooth<\/em>. That\u2019s probably what you ate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Yes. Good. Pureed<\/em> soup. Ate lots. Too many Humans so\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He waved at the Garden. Erin laughed. She took a bite of her breakfast\u2014she was starving. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s great. I didn\u2019t know you sunbathed, though!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt Goblinhome. High Passes cold. So\u2014Goblins lie in sun when sun out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? No way! You do it like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Furs. Wrap up like\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured. Erin had forgotten that Badarrow was the least-talkative, but he had no choice with her. And his diction was much improved! Snapjaw?<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch out for Razorbeaks or Wyverns, but warm. Also, wrap up next to big fire. With Carn Wolf at night. Lots of Goblins.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou all snuggle<\/em> together?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Innkeeper] was delighted. Badarrow hesitated. She was probably right, but he disliked how she said it for some reason he couldn\u2019t explain.<\/p>\n

\u201cSit together for warm.\u201d<\/p>\n

He corrected her. Erin laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cCall it what you like. But that\u2019s so great! So\u2026I\u2019m glad you\u2019re okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

She\u2019d locked them in here during the battle. But they\u2019d gotten out and fought near the end. Badarrow gazed at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cLots of fighting. Lots of Humans. [Assassins]. Entire city fighting.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Because of you.<\/em> He looked at Erin. And the day\u2019s events became realer in her mind. She ran a hand through her hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cHas anyone found Maviola? Saliss?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged. The Hobgoblin didn\u2019t know who they were, not having met them for long enough.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll ask. I\u2019m just glad\u2026you three are okay. It was something.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cHeck of a Tuesday, huh? Wait till next week.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Archer] blinked at Erin. Then he narrowed his eyes. Erin kept her face straight. The Hob hesitated, then reached out and shoved her slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cLie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got me!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin giggled with laughter. Badarrow relaxed. The [Innkeeper] sat with him, offering the Hob some of her bacon, asking how he\u2019d slept, in peace while her inn buzzed.<\/p>\n

A shape in the large pond made Erin turn. She saw a huge Fortress Beaver and some kits surface, their large dam and some fish the residents of that area of her garden. And then\u2014a rather wet, giant, white fish beached itself.<\/p>\n

Mrsha the Fish had been swimming around in the pond, hiding in the dam from the wrath of adults. Now she galloped up the hill, charging at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no you don\u2019t! No, Mrsha\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She was going to tackle Erin and then shake herself dry! The [Innkeeper] was serious this time! She did not<\/em> need this! But Mrsha was filled with too much energy\u2014and perhaps, worry. She was the ruiner of clothes! The bringer of baths! The\u2014<\/p>\n

Badarrow grabbed Mrsha as she leapt.<\/em> The Gnoll found herself under one arm. She struggled, but the Hob carried her down the hill. Then he tossed<\/em> her into the pond.<\/p>\n

Mrsha the Cannonball hit the pond with a splash.<\/em> Erin laughed until she nearly choked on some potato. That was why you needed a Goblin around!<\/p>\n

And that was how Erin Solstice greeted the next day. She finished her breakfast as Mrsha tried to tackle Badarrow and the [Archer] tossed her in the pond three more times. Eventually, Mrsha the Waterlogged gave up and went over to Snapjaw and Numbtongue to dry off. Erin finished breakfast.<\/p>\n

The Wandering Inn came alive.<\/p>\n

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Olesm Swifttail found Erin Solstice as she emerged from the Garden of Sanctuary. People flooded towards her\u2014and then back as three Hobgoblins emerged behind Erin. And one wet Gnoll, ready to shake herself like a dog on her unsuspecting victims.<\/p>\n

Olesm though\u2014was used to the inn. He pushed past wretched Humanity, wailing as Mrsha the Waterlogged unloaded her vengeance to shouts of dismay.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin! Erin, we found Maviola! She\u2019s alive!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMrsha! You\u2019re in so much\u2014<\/em>what? She is?<\/em> That\u2019s great! What about Saliss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA [Fisherman] saw him float past! He\u2019s alive too!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s amazing news!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin threw her arms up. She hugged Olesm tight. And Fierre was safe and Salamani had gone after Ryoka! That was\u2026she let go of Olesm, beaming.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was so worried! They have to get back here but\u2014they\u2019re alive.<\/em> Thank you for telling me, Olesm! [Boon of the Guest]!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed at him. The blue Drake, who had been demurring, blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was nothing, Erin. I was so w\u2014what?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin waggled her finger.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Boon of the Guest]? Aw, come on.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She poked Olesm a few times in the chest.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Feel any different?\u201d<\/p>\n

He rubbed at his front.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026No. Is that your new Skill, Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt should<\/em> be, but it\u2019s not working! Aw. Don\u2019t tell me I have to do it Lyonette-style and kiss people?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWh-wh\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMrsha! Come here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin ran after Mrsha. The little Gnoll wiggled hard\u2014and harder<\/em> when she realized Erin was going to kiss her head. Erin planted a dramatic mwah<\/em> on Mrsha\u2019s head.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you feel, Mrsha?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrsha squirmed out of Erin\u2019s hands. How did she feel? She made a furry fist, punched the nearest leg.<\/p>\n

Earl Altestiel stared down at Mrsha. Mrsha stared up at him and rubbed her paw as she stared at his cloth armor leggings. His escort looked outraged.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow dare you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Knight Marshal] rolled his eyes and stopped Kiish from menacing Mrsha.<\/p>\n

\u201cKiish, enough. Miss Erin Solstice. Good morning to you. And\u2014if I am not being too forwards, I believe your boon Skill requires a missing condition that you are not giving it. I couldn\u2019t help but overhear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEarl Altestiel! I mean\u2014er\u2014good morning, s-sire?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin tried her best. The Earl waved it away.<\/p>\n

\u201cI should be delighted, Miss Erin, if you would allow me to address you informally, and insist you do the same.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm\u2019s jaw dropped. Erin just pretended to wipe away some sweat.<\/p>\n

\u201cPhew! Well, I\u2019m happy enough to do that, Altestiel! How are you? Did you come from Invrisil this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs soon as the doors opened. One cannot help but feel that this is the place to be\u2014especially in light of yesterday. Good morning to you as well, Strategist Olesm\u2026Goblins Numbtongue and\u2026Badarrow, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Earl was good.<\/em> He\u2019d read the inn, learned the lessons that normally took a pan to the head. He barely stumbled as he turned to the Hobgoblins.<\/p>\n

Only one remained. The other two had taken one look at the crowd and decided to go back to the Garden. Numbtongue scratched at his stomach.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cSo what\u2019s this about my boon Skill needing something else?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin waved an urgent hand. Then recalled that you didn\u2019t tell strangers your Skill. And perhaps<\/em> she shouldn\u2019t have been shouting it all the time. But they never came with instruction manuals! The Earl smiled into one hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cA [Boon] Skill is a rarer form of Skill, Miss Erin. Blessings and boons are the purview of very high-level individuals\u2014and usually rulers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Well\u2026I got mine. Which doesn\u2019t mean anything.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin hesitated. Level 45 [Magical Innkeeper]. She felt like it was hovering over her head, but Saliss\u2019 ring should be protecting her.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed. I\u2019m unfamiliar with [Boon of the Guest], however. Kiish? Ventel?\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured and the two [Strategists] stepped forwards. Kiish was consulting a book.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026It is not immediately within our records, Earl. But then\u2014this is the battlefield edition.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that\u2026a book <\/em>of Skills?\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm had seen the like at Manus. He edged over slowly and Kiish gave him a long look. The Drake stopped\u2014she edged back and then jumped in alarm. Numbtongue and Mrsha were peering over her shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd their effects. I\u2019m not surprised. We could inquire of Desonis\u2019 libraries\u2026but there is usually a simpler way. Miss Erin\u2014that is to say, Erin. Would you concentrate on your Skill? Surely you feel something is missing.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was true. The [Innkeeper] had felt similar promptings before, like how [Basic Cooking] helped her cook dishes. Now\u2014she felt the urge to\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cHm. I think I can use it. [Boon of the Guest]. But I\u2019m trying to give a boon. What is<\/em> the boon? Is it me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2026No, it\u2019s not.<\/em> Erin\u2019s eyes opened. Her instincts had said to use it on Olesm, Mrsha. That was correct. So what was missing?<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is<\/em> a guest\u2019s boon, anyways? I\u2019m familiar with other [Boons], Earl Altestiel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, Strategist Olesm. Boon of the Whetstone, Blessing of Armor, as the King of Destruction indicated\u2014normally they\u2019re quite straightforward. A boon is singular, by the way, Erin. Whereas a blessing is usually more widespread.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. Well, maybe\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin had a thought. The other two were speculating. Erin looked around.<\/p>\n

Guests.<\/em> Her guests were there. Some familiar, many new. She didn\u2019t see Wilovan or Ratici. Oh. No.<\/p>\n

Poor Teor. Erin had heard he\u2019d\u2026she closed her eyes. And Lord Toldos! She had asked him first, after Lord Sanito. And he had agreed without an objection.<\/p>\n

Redit\u2026Maviola\u2019s friend, Gresaria Wellfar\u2026they had been here moments. And slipped away. Erin remembered them, though.<\/p>\n

Old guests and new. Once\u2014she looked around as a familiar, scarred Drake laughed. Menolit.<\/em> He was a regular face.<\/p>\n

But once there had been another Drake. Even bigger, laughing, causing trouble\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s possible that it needs to be a guest.<\/em> In which case, we should ask Palt. Hey, P\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm was waving a claw at the Centaur when Erin\u2019s hand descended on his shoulder. He looked back in time for him to see her eyes flash.<\/em><\/p>\n

For a moment, her hazel irises lit up.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Boon of the Guest: Relc]!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm staggered.<\/em> Altestiel\u2019s head snapped around. Mrsha whirled. Numbtongue looked around as Olesm blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the\u2014I feel\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He felt at his chest. And then at his arms. Erin blinked at Olesm. Was his voice\u2026deeper?<\/em> And the [Strategist], who had been decently fit, suddenly looked muscular<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Yeah!<\/em> I feel amazing!\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm flexed his arms. Erin stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOlesm? Are you stronger?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me see! Where\u2019s\u2014aha!\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm looked around. Then he found a table and lifted it up.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, our food\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the protesting diners stopped as the heavy, wooden table lifted<\/em> off the ground. Olesm grunted, and the wood rose\u2026<\/p>\n

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

Erin breathed. Olesm\u2019s grip slipped as Mrsha hopped<\/em> on the table. It fell with a crash.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m stronger! <\/em>Did you see that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe boon is your guests? <\/em>The variety\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Kiish stared at Erin. The Earl, meanwhile, was laughing. Olesm seemed to have inherited more than just Relc\u2019s famous strength though, or maybe it was the sudden rush of power.<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel tougher.<\/em> Is this how Relc feels all the time?<\/em> I need\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo the weights room! We have to quantify this!\u201d<\/p>\n

Palt galloped over, followed by Montressa and Bezale. Olesm looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah! Let\u2019s go!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

They practically left Erin in the dust. And half the inn\u2014Erin was actually unable to follow the blue-scaled Drake as a flood<\/em> of people went after him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa! We need bigger hallways! Hey\u2014I\u2019m the one with the Skill! Hey\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

She stumbled. Someone caught her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou do realize what this means, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She blinked. The Earl had remained. Even his company was pushing to see, and discovering the weights room along with a lot of guests. Altestiel was looking at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt means the boon can be a lot of guests? I dunno.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Innkeeper] met his eyes innocently. Altestiel smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou had the same thought I did. Any guest means any <\/em>guest, surely? Such as\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Xrn the Small Queen? Ilvriss? Relc? Klbkch?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026Zel?<\/p>\n

Erin had thought the exact same thing. She took a slow breath. Altestiel was a bit worrying. In that\u2026he wasn\u2019t fooled. He\u2019d seen too much of what she could do, too soon.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026who were you thinking of?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo name a few names? Xrn. Myself. Magnolia Reinhart.\u201d<\/p>\n

That last one surprised Erin. She thought for a moment and then smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot Magnolia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot Magnolia Reinhart? Is it her level?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Earl was surprised. Erin shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s never been a guest. She came through the door once, but she wasn\u2019t exactly a guest. You\u2026I don\u2019t think you\u2019re quite right either. But Zel\u2014I think I could do a bit of Zel.\u201d<\/p>\n

She frowned, puzzling it out. It was because\u2026the Earl was probably around Zel\u2019s level. Maybe even lower? Erin didn\u2019t know that, but they were close enough.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s because\u2026Zel<\/em> was a guest for a long time. You\u2019ve only been here twice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh. A Skill worthy of the [Innkeeper] indeed. One cannot simply steal a guest\u2019s full might.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin laughed lightly. But she was edging away from Altestiel ever-so-slowly. He was giving her a very disconcerting look.<\/p>\n

One full of admiration.<\/p>\n

\u201cI guess\u2026not. It\u2019s not like Olesm\u2019s that strong, anyways.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDead gods, did you see how much that was?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The roar came from the weights room. Erin scowled. She looked at Altestiel. The Earl was chuckling. Then he looked at Erin, seriously.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Erin Solstice. I have no intention of purloining the secrets of your class\u2014or Skills. If my understanding made you uncomfortable, I sincerely apologize. It is simply\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured towards her. Towards the inn. The [Knight Marshal of the Rains] bowed slightly, towards the shorter, younger [Innkeeper]. Erin tensed\u2014Lyonette peeked out of the kitchen with a worried frown.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026I am a taken admirer of you already, Miss Erin Solstice. Would you do the honor of hosting my small group? I would be delighted to play another game of chess, if you have the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice blinked. Kiish, hurrying back to check on the Earl, smacked into a wall.<\/p>\n

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They kept staring at her. Too many people, a vast crowd. Even though it was her inn\u2014Erin did not like being the object of attention. The center<\/em> of it, if need be, but not a thing.<\/p>\n

She had to do something with them. And unlike the restaurant, it was her inn. So, Erin Solstice leaned over and shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man jumped.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t doing anyth\u2014what,<\/em> Erin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone\u2019s cooped up inside! Let\u2019s get a game of baseball started! And some football?\u201d<\/p>\n

People\u2019s heads lifted at the familiar names. Some with the interest of casual players. Others\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she say \u2018baseball\u2019? The game on the news?<\/em> You can just play it around here?\u201d<\/p>\n

What a funny thing to say. And yet\u2014Erin\u2019s inn was one of the few places in this world<\/em> that had a working collection of gear, players, and the knowledge of how the game should go to casually pick it up.<\/p>\n

Joseph looked around as people focused on him as well. Joseph, the [Kicker]. <\/em>Joseph\u2014another name that had circulated, albeit in a different context.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re asking me to start baseball?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust get it set up! Ask Rose to help! Please?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded after a second. And like a gathering wave, the crowd split.<\/em> Some remained in the inn, but the rest followed Joseph, because they wanted to see the game, because they wanted to be outside, and because they might appear on Wistram News Network.<\/p>\n

Soon, Erin heard the crack<\/em> of a baseball meeting a bat. It was a simple sound. Crisp, loud\u2014it made some of the others stir.<\/p>\n

It was a good<\/em> sound, was the point. Oh, it might not be a regulation bat by Earth\u2019s standards\u2014the bat was in fact, an enchanted piece of wood someone had brought from Liscor that Rose immediately disqualified on the grounds that it was enchanted to bounce<\/em> the ball twice as far as normal\u2014but it had a cadence to it.<\/p>\n

Not like the thud<\/em> of a club hitting a skull. Not the snapping of crossbow strings. Or even the breaking of bones. It was the sound of a sport.<\/p>\n

The sound you heard on a peaceful day. And you needed that.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive the bat to a kid if they play with adults! But you can\u2019t just bring an enchanted<\/em> bat to a casual game! If Gold-rank adventurers start playing, bring it out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rose the referee snapped at the unhappy Drake. Erin laughed. Liscor had a proper football field too, and a baseball diamond! People trooped down the hill. Some remained to watch Erin experiment with her new Skill.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s see. [Boon of the Relc]!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah! Y\u2014why am I saying that?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Jelaqua paused in flexing her arms. Everyone started laughing. The last three people Erin had applied it to had all made similar sounds as they experienced the rush of the Skill activating.<\/p>\n

Some notes on the boon. Firstly, it was definitely different from Lyonette\u2019s boon. Erin could reapply the boon a lot faster, but it was still one person it could be active on only. Which limited its strength a lot compared to a blessing.<\/p>\n

Moreover, she had the sense that it wasn\u2019t permanent<\/em> like Lyonette\u2019s boon was. Erin\u2019s was more varied, more temporary.<\/p>\n

And it changed your personality a bit. Jelaqua immediately headed to the weights room. But to her disappointment, it did nothing<\/em> for her personal best.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? But my body\u2019s fresh! I\u2014oh, rot. I\u2019m <\/em>stronger. Not my body! How is that fair?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Selphid complained. Another funny lesson.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s boon Skills for you. Not like enchantments. My turn! Do me next, Erin! Can you do someone other than Relc?\u201d<\/p>\n

Montressa waved an excited hand. That was just what Erin had been thinking of. Also\u2014she was seeing how impressed the others were.<\/p>\n

A [Boon of the Guest] Skill was\u2026good. But it shouldn\u2019t have been this<\/em> effective, or easy to reapply. Unless\u2014you were a Level 45 [Innkeeper]. That might have made the difference.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. What boon\u2026what boon? What about\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

And here Erin made her first mistake.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Boon of Saliss]!\u201d<\/p>\n

She tapped Montressa forehead. The [Mage] blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa. My eyes<\/em> feel\u2014and my\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Aegiscaster] stumbled back, and then caught herself nimbly. She was not the most agile on her feet, being just above Palt and behind<\/em> Bezale for nimbleness. But that seemed to be a lesser effect.<\/p>\n

The greater one being Montressa\u2019s throwing abilities. That was fascinating to everyone.<\/p>\n

\u201cShouldn\u2019t she be good at alchemy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe.<\/em> But Saliss is a battle-[Alchemist]. Maybe it\u2019s\u2014dead gods, Montressa!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She skimmed a coaster over Palt\u2019s head. It curved\u2014and Mrsha and Visma ran after it, jumping and missing it. Ekirra was already outside, queuing for a game of football.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis feels great. I feel agile, I could throw anything\u2014maybe I\u2019m smarter! Or better at alchemy. Let me see! Where\u2019s Octavia! Whew!\u201d<\/p>\n

Montressa was grinning, on a giddy high of her own. It seemed to be a common phenomenon. Then she paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes it feel\u2026stuffy to anyone in here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Menolit\u2019s head turned with a sudden insight. So did Erin\u2019s.<\/p>\n

\u201cUh oh. Let me just\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMontressa. Not a good idea\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel really<\/em> confined\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Palt, Bezale, and Ulinde tackled Montressa before the worst could happen. And before it did, Erin reapplied the boon on another assumption.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Boon of Bird]!\u201d<\/p>\n

She pointed at Bird. The [Bird Hunter] stopped, halfway towards collecting his breakfast. Everyone turned to stare at him.<\/p>\n

What would happen? What would\u2014<\/em>Bird slowly picked up a hard-boiled egg. He chewed at it as Erin\u2019s finger wavered.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm. Bird?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHello. I am Bird. I feel no different.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, not at all?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Innkeeper] felt crestfallen. Bird looked at her, almost sternly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am already Bird. I am so much Bird that I cannot be more Bird, Erin. Therefore, the boon has no effect. That is obvious. You must use more logic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. I\u2019ll do better next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

He took his tray and walked back upstairs. After a moment, Erin decided to try [Boon of Pisces]. She hoped it would cause sniffing. Because that would be hilarious.<\/em><\/p>\n

Someone stopped her as she looked around for a target of her suddenly boon-shy audience. Montressa\u2019s crimson cheeks had suddenly alerted her guests that there was danger in the boon\u2014at least as strongly as Erin could apply it.<\/p>\n

\u201cPsst. Erin. Would you mind putting the boon on me and leaving it on? I\u2019ll pay. Anything except<\/em> being naked to my feathers I\u2019d take. And some of your soups? Do they go bad?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin twisted. And there was\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cBevussa?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Garuda was smiling. But she and her team were all geared up, unlike the other casual guests. Erin blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, right! You want to use it to go into the dungeon? What, am I going to rent my Skill out?\u201d<\/p>\n

She saw Lyonette\u2019s eyes light up. Erin scowled at her. But Bevussa demurred.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot the dungeon. Someone saw the Wings of Pallass in action. Or they just realized they can hire one of the few flying teams on the continent. We have a job<\/em> to the north. Search and recover some heirloom from ruins high up along the High Passes. Can we use your door?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s jaw dropped. So did several Pallassians. A job<\/em> for a Drake adventuring team?<\/p>\n

\u201cWow! I mean\u2014sure. I don\u2019t know about my boon, Bevussa\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s fine. But what about your magical foods? That\u2019s a cheaper Barkskin equivalent, right? Even if they do taste like Shield Spider entrails.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cI\u2019ll have you know they\u2019re improved! And a bit stronger? Maybe. Um\u2026you could take them for like, a few days before they get nasty. A lot more if they\u2019re refrigerated or in a bag of holding. Anyways, the Scale Soup is now the Scaleguard Sandwich! It\u2019s\u2026a giant stuffed artichoke leaf. But it tastes better!\u201d<\/p>\n

Bevussa brightened up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take eight, then. Double dose.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAw, Captain\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up, Issa. Artichokes won\u2019t kill you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin bustled into her kitchen, happy as could be. Her forays into magical food had paid off! Indeed, even the giant artichoke leaf sandwich was a thousand times more appealing than\u2026blue sludge. Someone actually ordered it just to see what it tasted like.<\/p>\n

\u201cA job to the north? Think we might get any takers?\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass and his team, relaxing after their combat as well. Bevussa could only shrug; her<\/em> team could fly to their destination and back, meaning they didn\u2019t have nearly the same travel time and they could deploy faster.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut the Flamewardens<\/em> are the mostly highly-armored, elite group in the region.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bevussa snorted at that. Jelaqua raised a fist and punched Keldrass in the shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly because you outbid us for the Heartflame Breastplate, scalehead.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Oldblood Drake smirked. Right up until Selys slapped her forehead.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Ancestors. I forgot. This isn\u2019t a great<\/em> time to bring it up, but\u2014Keldrass? Once your lease of the Heartflame Armor is up, it\u2019s actually going to General Edellein. Or Pallass in general. They want to lease it for a month and\u2026they\u2019re paying a lot more. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?<\/em> But I\u2019ve been wearing it for\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Keldrass choked on his drink as Jelaqua chortled. The Drake tried to argue, but he wasn\u2019t really able to outbid Pallass. He looked like he was going to cry.<\/p>\n

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Everything was changing. Not just in the inn. Levels<\/em> had been earned by many after the battle in Invrisil. Almost everyone who had fought had leveled, come to that. But among the notable levels were\u2026<\/p>\n

Pawn. The [Priest] was walking the Painted Antinium\u2019s barracks in his Hive. He should have been at the inn. And he would be.<\/p>\n

But he was mourning the dead. There were always dead. Precious few in this battle. Only six Soldiers and eight Workers had fallen and the Black Tide had marched<\/em> on Invrisil.<\/p>\n

He was responsible for that. And Xrn. Yet still.<\/p>\n

The Centenium was waiting for him after he turned from the fresh markings on the wall.<\/p>\n

\u201cA strange Antinium, even for an Individual. We did not mourn our dead\u2014save for the greatest among us. You though\u2014you treat each Antinium as if they were Centenium or Queens.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShould I not?\u201d<\/p>\n

Xrn tilted her head as she considered the [Priest]\u2019s question.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not Klbkch. If you wish to, I can only admire such beliefs. But I will not share them. If I cared, I could not sacrifice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is at least better than Klbkch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pawn replied slowly. He had seen Xrn wiping out her enemies, flying overhead, like a figure out of Ryoka and Erin\u2019s tales.<\/p>\n

A peak of might. Compared to her\u2026but Pawn was growing stronger. And Xrn knew it too.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are beginning to learn more tenets of your class. A different power. And it comes from\u2026Heaven? Belief, rather than a thing?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She asked him about that constantly. Pawn nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs ever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Keep it that way. And show me\u2014your new Skill.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pawn hesitated. Xrn was pushy. Klbkch was authoritative, though. He put two of his four hands together, and murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Prayer: A Leaf in the Storm].\u201d<\/p>\n

He felt it working. A tiny thing, here. But if Antinium prayed<\/em> together as they marched\u2014Xrn studied Pawn. She raised her staff.<\/p>\n

\u201c[Ice Spike].\u201d<\/p>\n

She loosed it at his shoulder. The spike of ice shot towards Pawn. He flinched; but at the last moment something pushed<\/em> the spike slightly to the side. It missed him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was dangerous, Xrn.\u201d<\/p>\n

She ignored him.<\/p>\n

\u201cA Skill that allows the Antinium to march through missiles and even spells. Magnificent. You have the Skills that we needed in the first and second wars.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut they are not Skills I desire to use for war.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Centenium paused and turned back to Pawn. She was going to investigate Yellow Splatters. She looked mystified at the pushback in Pawn\u2019s words. Then she smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you do not desire it. How amusing. How amusing\u2026<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked off, chuckling. Pawn watched her back. And he thought\u2014the Antinium should have a farm on the surface, as they had been offered. Just a farm. Xrn, he realized, thought of some great conflict. Yet Pawn was realizing more and more that someone had to save<\/em> the Antinium. Find them a safe place, not a temporary reprieve. Erin had begun it. And she had helped make him.<\/p>\n

He would have to do it himself.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

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Another level of note was the first in the entire existence of the young\u2026woman\u2026who sat in her room. She had declined to join the hustle and bustle below.<\/p>\n

She could hear<\/em> the chatter. Laughter, Erin\u2019s voice. And then the game outside. She could hear more clearly. Her eyes felt sharper, and they had been already capable of perfect night-vision.<\/p>\n

The sunlight streamed through one window. Fierre could have left the shutters closed. But she was watching the ray of light from the shadows.<\/p>\n

Slowly\u2014she extended a hand. Moving it through the ray of light. Instantly,<\/em> her skin turned dark, as if it had tanned for hours. She regarded the peeling skin after a second pass, the red sunburn.<\/p>\n

But it faded. She would heal. She had to know how weak she was.<\/p>\n

Because she was strong.<\/p>\n

Fierre\u2019s stomach did not growl, as it had almost continuously after Ryoka had given her the potion. She sat, languid, able to think.<\/em> And she realized she\u2019d been operating on a lower level of energy and thought. Because she had been starving.<\/p>\n

Only now, she knew what she was missing.<\/p>\n

A Level 7 [Assassin]. A Vampire. She bared her teeth. That kind of\u2026windfall\u2026wouldn\u2019t come so easily again. Amid the distraction, with all those\u2014<\/p>\n

But now she knew. Fierre smacked her lips together. Felt it again. She made a sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cHrkgh. Hkk. Hk\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

It was\u2026rather like watching a cat throw up a hairball. With about as much grace and appeal. Fierre slowly regurgitated something black<\/em> into her hand. She regarded it.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Ew.\u201d<\/p>\n

She went for the charcoal pills she\u2019d had made up. But secretly, as she wiped at the bile in her mouth, she was very<\/em> pleased. And\u2014confident. She felt so confident<\/em> now. Invrisil? She was done with Reizmelt, honestly. Invrisil would be her home.<\/p>\n

The Vampire stretched. Someone\u2014something was on her side. Ryoka, perhaps. And she was on Ryoka\u2019s. She lay back. Her class was attuned to her\u2014[Assassin] wasn\u2019t her first choice, but it was a good one for an information broker like her. And clearly\u2014it was giving her the Skills she needed.<\/p>\n

Her very first one had been [Body: Reject Toxins]. Fierre began to chuckle to herself. She rolled over on the floor, languid, powerful, a True Vampire of Izril\u2014<\/p>\n

And rolled into the ray of light.<\/p>\n

\u201cAah! Ow, ow, ow!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The last great leveler among the many was not someone Erin knew. Nor was she at The Wandering Inn.<\/p>\n

The two [Witches] spotted her on their way back towards Riverfarm. Laken Godart waited for them. The [Emperor] was suddenly very<\/em> busy, having established more of his credentials by their involvement.<\/p>\n

And more\u2014because he was suddenly a firm believer that the party could happen.<\/p>\n

\u201cLady Maviola El. Quite a striking person, eh, Rie?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely, your Majesty.\u201d<\/p>\n

The nervous [Lady] watched as the flame-haired woman rode off. Neither one mentioned the fact that she wasn\u2019t going to return that horse. Laken nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll need to upgrade everything as she said. Well, we already have suitable housing. Gifts\u2014there\u2019s Ryoka\u2019s work to be done. But let\u2019s devote every resource towards the party. I will leave it in your capable hands to directly manage it, Rie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour confidence in me is\u2014is very gratifying, Emperor Godart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMhm.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all he said. The [Lady]\u2019s loyalty might never have been higher. As for Laken Godart himself\u2014he drummed his fingers on his leg.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat statue of Ivolethe, Rie? Have two more made. Tell Jelov if he can\u2019t get one done within three days, I\u2019ll ask for the others to do it. And do we have [Poets]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA smattering, amateur, one with the class as their main, Emperor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave them come to me later today. I think some suitable odes would be in order. Now\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He leaned back and tracked the progress of the two [Witches]. Then he heard them.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop! Would you stop\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Alevica was screaming as they screeched<\/em> into Riverfarm. And it was a scream, a howl of wind.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d replaced her broom. After all, it was just a broom.<\/em> Alevica had spares. But\u2014the problem the Witch Runner had was that she<\/em> wasn\u2019t flying.<\/p>\n

Mavika\u2019s leg was still broken, and set. So she\u2019d decided to use Alevica\u2019s broom. They were flying through the air like an arrow, weaving through<\/em> trees on the ground\u2014Mavika the Crow seemed to be enjoying herself.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re insane!<\/em> How do you know how to fly?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you think you were the only [Witch] who ever tried?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mavika\u2019s voice was almost amused. She was sitting side-saddle on the broom, her splinted leg and good one dangling as her flock trailed behind. She remained like that even as the broom slowly rotated her upside down\u2014to avoid a branch.<\/p>\n

That was more than Alevica could do. The [Witch] was holding onto the broom\u2019s bottom and flying along behind.<\/p>\n

They passed over a large crowd toasting the preening Centaur and slowed at last. Mavika lowered the broom as Alevica ran to throw up. And there she was.<\/p>\n

Charlay the Dustrider was being celebrated. Modesty was\u2026not in her nature.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere I was, eleven<\/em> [Assassins] on my tail! But I kicked up a dust cloud and circled back around\u2014they never saw me coming!\u201d<\/p>\n

The proud Centaur was itching to demonstrate her new Skills. Her enthusiastic crowd\u2026backed up. They were all set for listening to the local heroine\u2019s tales, but they were getting tired of the clouds of dust she could generate with her hooves.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

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Those who were not laughing or smiling came for lunch. They had a bit of trouble entering, though.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on. Who\u2019re you lot. Shady buggers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you<\/em>, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

Wilovan, Ratici, and the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings stared at the group of adventurers letting people enter the inn.<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain Todi of Todi\u2019s Elites. Making sure no bastards come into this inn\u2014just a bit of pro bono<\/em> work, actually. And you\u2019re<\/em> a group of ne\u2019er-do-wells if I ever saw \u2018em. Here, Miss Solstice, should we kick \u2018em back\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWilovan, Ratici!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin shoved Todi out of the way. She grabbed the two Gentlemen Callers and hugged them tight.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are you? Come in. All of you!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Brothers stirred. They had hoped\u2014not even expected\u2014an open door. But what they got was a free lunch, drinks\u2014<\/p>\n

Friendship. Captain Todi was promptly ignored as Erin sat with the Brothers. She had abandoned a game of chess for it, having given her last boon and realized that it was running out of power.<\/p>\n

You couldn\u2019t keep slapping it on people. So, she\u2019d given her [Boon of Numbtongue] to Drassi. The [Reporter] was off-duty since the news was just doing coverage of the aftermath and she\u2019d done practically all-day coverage yesterday. She was currently jamming out with Numbtongue on one of his spare guitars.<\/p>\n

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

That was all Erin said at first. The Brothers were reduced in number. Perhaps some hadn\u2019t come, but\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you burying Teor today? Or have you already\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll see our fellows off later, Miss Solstice. Don\u2019t you worry. A proper, respectful little thing. Nothing grand, but nothing small.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded. Then looked at Ratici.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s alright\u2026I\u2019d like to come.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not necessary, Erin\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to. He died because I asked him to. It\u2019s the least<\/em> I could do. I\u2019m going to Redit\u2019s funeral. And Lord Toldos\u2026he\u2019s being\u2026prepared.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Brothers looked at Erin. She held their gazes. They tipped their hats to her. And then they ate.<\/p>\n

Food, drink. Baseball, the news, or a game of chess. Uncomplicated things. A bit of excitement. But it was healing, resting after those days of days. After a while, Erin Solstice had a thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter you two are done, Ratici, Wilovan\u2014and the rest of you. You should see something. In my [Garden of Sanctuary].\u201d<\/p>\n

They looked up at her. Erin\u2019s eyes glittered. But they would be there.<\/p>\n

They would always<\/em> be there.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

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Lord Alman Sanito didn\u2019t know why he was here. He felt ashamed. And certainly out of place.<\/p>\n

He had not ridden with old Lord Toldos to his death. And\u2026he had not been asked<\/em> to.<\/p>\n

House Sanito had fought for Invrisil. Their banner had earned them commendations from other nobility. But he had not.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a wife and kids.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

That was all the [Innkeeper] had said. Now\u2014Alman looked around the inn. His son, young, a [Lord], looked at his father uncertainly.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo to your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lord Sanito informed the boy. He wasn\u2019t sure if this inn was for<\/em> his sons. It was so\u2014informal. No one had greeted him. He had to wait for others to be served first! Albeit not long.<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice herself had greeted him like, well, one of her guests. It wasn\u2019t even to upbraid him; she\u2019d completely forgotten<\/em> he was here amid the other guests.<\/p>\n

Including an Earl. Lord Sanito had swallowed his complaints for that alone. Even so\u2014<\/p>\n

He forgot his complaints. He forgot the small bit of anger at the death of old Lord Toldos, dying and not being mourned by all of Izril amid the drama of yesterday. The retainers, who had come here, lost, of House Everight\u2014<\/p>\n

She brought them to their knees. Not with any word. With sight. With a single place.<\/p>\n

The hill was grassy. A small bench. Sometimes a tree. And always, if you came here, a statue. So lifelike that but for color they could have turned and greeted you.<\/p>\n

Lord Toldos sat on the bench, in a moment that had never happened. But might have. He looked half-relaxed, turned to talk with the young man beside him as Redit looked ahead, perhaps watching something.<\/p>\n

Teor had his tricorne in his hands. An earnest look on his face as he spoke to the old [Lord]. The Brother\u2019s hats were in their hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2026is<\/em> this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMemory. Statues. I don\u2019t know. But if you ever want to come here\u2014my door will always be open.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin looked at the three and rubbed at her eyes. There were more. Antinium, gathered together, inspecting what might have been an actual anthill in the grass over there. Two more Brothers she had seen, walking along.<\/p>\n

Here they were. And here they remained. Lord Sanito looked at Erin Solstice.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I\u2014show my family this place?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. Wilovan? Ratici?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two Gentlemen Callers were looking at Teor. Crimshaw looked about him.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026More than a fellow could ask for. This\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t finish his sentence. He didn\u2019t need to. The Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings looked around. Good fellows. Bad men. They lived well, they were able to sleep most nights.<\/p>\n

But they would die forgotten, but for the other short-lived people who remembered them.<\/p>\n

Except here was immortality. A bit of forever. Erin Solstice stood on the hill for a while. And she wondered if the first person to gain this Skill, the Harpy [Empress]\u2014had made this place.<\/p>\n

Surely, she had. She had been like Erin, in that. The [Innkeeper] saw one last statue, as she turned to go. Then she did start crying.<\/p>\n

Tritel stood on the hill, his gloves dangling from one hand. He looked content. But he was waiting. And the longer the better. But someday\u2014his friend would be here too.<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Look upon her. She had led more Goblins to death than Garen Redfang, his old Chieftain. She had asked Humans, Drakes, Gnolls, and more to die for her.<\/p>\n

They would not have done it if she didn\u2019t care.<\/em> Badarrow was still shaking from his encounter with the hill.<\/p>\n

He stood in the Garden, far below. Amid mortality. That hilltop could tear your heart to pieces if you stayed. It was terrifying. Wondrous. But terrifying.<\/p>\n

In the inn, Numbtongue was listening to Drassi trying to copy a riff. He was grinning\u2014but ducked out as a crowd of admirers drew around, wanting to try the guitar.<\/p>\n

Like the other Goblins, he wasn\u2019t at home with so many\u2026other species. Even now, he still felt like Badarrow. A sense that but for Erin, they might have been enemies.<\/p>\n

Were there daggers behind the Earl\u2019s smile? Badarrow stayed in the Garden as Numbtongue trudged over.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin went up to the hill?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMm.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Sniper] grunted. He didn\u2019t need to talk with Numbtongue. The [Bard] was chatty\u2014perhaps because he had not recently been in the company of other Goblins.<\/p>\n

\u201cChieftain will want to see hill.<\/strong>\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Numbtongue stirred. He looked at his old friend. His brother-in-arms. But time had changed them.<\/p>\n

Snapjaw.<\/em> Numbtongue\u2019s posture had been by turns, amazed, happy for Badarrow. And faintly, envious. Badarrow understood, of course, and it was just the shadow.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin not changed.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all Badarrow said. Numbtongue looked up at her, lost on that hill in the mists.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. She\u2019s changed a lot. Fire and\u2026lot changed. Garden. See?\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow nodded. But for once, the Goblin communication network had lost his true meaning.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. But not changed. Here.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tapped his breast. Numbtongue looked at him.<\/p>\n

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

They looked back up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill you come with to Goblinhome?\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Bard] stirred. He looked at Badarrow.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe. For bit. But this\u2026will you stay?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Badarrow knew it to be true. Numbtongue\u2019s face fell. Badarrow looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin does not need\u2026me. Lots of Antinium. Scary blue-death one. Adventurers. She does not need\u2026us.\u201d<\/p>\n

He meant himself and Snapjaw. It hurt, a bit. For the days when there were just five Redfangs\u2014Badarrow would have traded so much. If only you could make the past the same as today and take the best of both.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Does not need\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe needs you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow looked at Numbtongue. The [Bard] blinked. But that too was true.<\/em> Not Badarrow, but Numbtongue. The [Sniper] looked at his friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cShorthilt. Pyrite.\u201d<\/p>\n

He reached out and touched Numbtongue\u2019s chest. The [Soulbard] closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

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

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

That was all Badarrow said. Numbtongue blinked. Badarrow had been shocked, even frightened, uncertain about the ghosts that Numbtongue had taken. But now\u2014the [Sniper]\u2019s eyes held something else as he looked towards the hill.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cYes. Good. You stay here, protect here. Visit Goblinhome. Talk to Chieftain. But here. Maybe if you have Shorthilt. And Pyrite, then\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Numbtongue\u2019s eyes widened, and he nodded slowly. The two stood there. And looked up towards the hill as the [Innkeeper] descended.<\/p>\n

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

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tragedy and grief took place in the garden. Elsewhere\u2014Joseph kicked a football into the air and people ran after it, shouting. People laughed.<\/p>\n

Mrsha sniffed the air. She padded over the floor. And eventually, the patch of air grunted.<\/p>\n

\u201cGnolls. I could have sworn I was odorless.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was true. But as Grimalkin reappeared, Mrsha smirked and pointed at his foot. The [Sinew Magus] regarded his foot.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d stepped in some spilled blue fruit juice on the way over. He folded his arms as Mrsha smirked up at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not spying. I was simply observing without wishing to cause an altercation. There is a difference.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrsha smirked. Then she went to fetch Grimalkin some of Imani\u2019s healthy<\/em> appetizers. The Mrsha-fee was 18% of whatever she got. Grimalkin murmured as he eyed the odd bowl of orbs.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this. Some kind of\u2026ball of compacted nuts? Hm. What is it called? A\u2026protein ball? What is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

He eyed the mix of nuts held together and baked for a slightly crispy bite. Imani had worked them up when she noticed the gym\u2019s popularity. Grimalkin popped one into his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this\u2026actually nutritious? <\/em>Where\u2019s the person who made it? I need a word.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrsha nibbled at hers happily. Indeed, Imani had changed the inn for the better. Joseph was playing football, Rose helping out\u2026<\/p>\n

And here came the Players of Celum. They swept through the door with a second wave of guests.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s the heroine of the Battle for Invrisil! <\/em>No, the Three-City War! I\u2019m working on the title!\u201d<\/p>\n

Andel the [Writer], Wesle, Jasi, Emme, Kilkran\u2014the entire crowd made Mrsha\u2019s head snap around. And there was Galina!<\/p>\n

Each to their own. Wesle elbowed Andel before the [Writer] could go on.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not here to cause a scene, Andel. We are<\/em> here to say hello to Erin. And to take part in that game of baseball! At least, I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Players of Celum?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Eltistiman checked<\/em> a running Human before they could lunge at the Players, begging for autographs. More chaos in the inn\u2014and Erin wasn\u2019t out of the garden yet! But this time the Players were taking some of the drama off the [Innkeeper].<\/p>\n

Earl Altestiel looked up with a blank stare of shock from his game with Bird. Not only because he was losing<\/em> somehow, but because he hadn\u2019t put together the Erin-Players connection yet.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am winning. Yay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bird confided in Olesm, who was playing Kiish. The [Strategist] looked at Bird in dismay.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not doing that bird-game, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not always silly, Olesm. I am playing to win.<\/em> And I am a [Tactician].\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2014oh.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Bird had leveled up in that class at first. Olesm stared at Bird\u2019s game\u2014he was pressing the Earl! True, neither were using Skills. But how?<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you just that talented?\u201d<\/p>\n

Bird made the closest sound he could to someone blowing a raspberry. Silveran and the other Antinium turned to stare at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cFoolish Olesm. Talent does not define a chess player. That is what Erin says. And I play her every day. She bets bird dishes on each game. So I must beat her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice knew her opponents. At least, how to motivate Bird. Wesle spotted the games of chess and headed over with the air of a [Humble Actor] who intended to use [Method Acting] to win a few games by copying Erin\u2019s skills.<\/p>\n

He was about to get his rear end handed back to him. Meanwhile, Jasi spotted Drassi and asked to play on the guitar. And wasn\u2019t that<\/em> a repeat of the same moment everyone had seen on the news?<\/p>\n

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—-<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Laughter resumed. By the time Erin Solstice reemerged with the silent crowd, they were swept up in the mood and they could smile.<\/p>\n

Times for silence, times for action. Times for merriment.<\/p>\n

And time to work.<\/em> Most of the Earthers had a spot. And even if it wasn\u2019t permanent, they were gainfully employed, like Rose. Heck, even Leon was helping manage the games outside. Troy was somewhere else, though. Galina was acting.<\/p>\n

And Kevin was working.<\/p>\n

The Wandering Inn was still<\/em> under construction, although less than eight Workers were working on Bird\u2019s tower or small renovations these days. That might soon change, especially since Selys was looking at spots for the new shop.<\/p>\n

She wanted more in Liscor, but Kevin didn\u2019t want to walk. And neither did Hedault or Pelt.<\/p>\n

For the moment, it was a sign hung on one of the private rooms. Kevin had turned it into, well, an office.<\/em><\/p>\n

He was creating a filing system. Kevin, who had worked part-time in a bike shop, now wished he\u2019d memorized the system they\u2019d used to file orders. And it was ironic\u2014he\u2019d hated<\/em> his duties and only worked because he needed money.<\/p>\n

This time?<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this the shop?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

A man pushed open the door. Kevin glanced up, in the act of dipping his quill into a pot of ink.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello. This is Solar Cycles. I\u2019m Kevin. How can I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The richly-adorned man hesitated. It was a small room, but Kevin had put the bike shop\u2019s new name on the door. He was rather proud of it. Catchy and<\/em> puntastic.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the one who made that vehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Kevin. [Mechanic], and one of the co-owners of Solar Cycles. I didn\u2019t make the bike alone; I\u2019m just managing the shop. How can I help you Mister\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man drew himself up. He was wearing silk<\/em>, and, Kevin noted, some ostentatious rings.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the representative of Lord Helmaunt Terland.<\/em> [Merchant] Enitere. Lord Helmaunt will purchase six <\/em>of your cycles<\/em>\u2014at an appropriate price.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin blinked at the man. He sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, sir. But we\u2019re not accepting new orders right away.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Merchant]\u2019s eyes bulged.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you not hear me? My [Lord]\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you authenticate his identity?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin interrupted Enitere. The haughty fellow hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cAu-authenticate?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProve his identity? We\u2019ll take Mage\u2019s Guild certifications\u2014they have to come and tell me in person, though. Merchant\u2019s Guild works too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow dare you imply that I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlso<\/em>, does he beat a [Marquis]? This Lord Helmaunt? Or Lord Deilan El?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin happily interrupted the man. The [Merchant] lost his words again.<\/p>\n

\u201cA\u2014a [Marquis]?\u201d<\/p>\n

The first few orders had been scary<\/em>. And they\u2019d come in like rain, even yesterday. But today, Kevin had a system down. He helpfully showed the man the list he was working on.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll have to be put on the reserve list, mister. Once you authenticate. I have dozens<\/em> of orders, and Master Pelt and Master Hedault are at work at once, but we do have to go by priority. Some people have paid for it\u2014and we can\u2019t rightly offend the leader of the House of El, can we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEr. No. Lord Deilan ah\u2014that is to say\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlso, our prices are high.<\/em> But here\u2014I\u2019m having these worked up. But here\u2019s a prototype. Prices subject to change.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin helpfully offered the man a small catalogue with all the prototype bikes. Tricycles, the standard bike, a highly-tuned version like the one Ryoka had ridden\u2014he hoped the one she had was still working, he wanted it back!\u2014and more. The [Merchant] took it.<\/p>\n

\u201cEr, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell your [Lord] we\u2019ll accept his order and get right back to him! Solar Cycles!\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin called after the man. He went back to work. Every few minutes someone would interrupt. An [Engineer] from Pallass, a [Trader] seeking to get on the ground floor of this business way<\/em> too late\u2014<\/p>\n

All his experience running the counter on Earth made Kevin\u2026ideally placed for this job. In fact, he had talked to a number of people not even in this room.<\/p>\n

\u201cMechanic Kevin? Another<\/em> speaking stone for you!\u201d<\/p>\n

A Gnoll City Runner knocked on his office, breathless. She was half-exasperated, half in awe. A speaking stone! Way above the [Messages] that you normally got. Yet\u2014Kevin had defaulted to the service industry standard. He didn\u2019t even think as he thumbed it\u2014after tossing the City Runner a seal and a tip\u2014and raised it to his lips.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d done phones too, after all.<\/p>\n

\u201cYello. This is Solar Cycles. I\u2019m Kevin. We\u2019re not accepting new orders at the moment, but if you\u2019d like to leave an order, I can get back to you. Inquire at your Mage\u2019s Guild for prices and options. Hello?\u201d<\/p>\n

It could have been anyone Kevin was talking to. A member of the Four Great Companies\u2014royalty from some distant nation.<\/p>\n

The smart ones made appointments. But Kevin just spoke casually. He was taking a page out of the Erin-book, or rather, the Kevin-manual. Just roll with it, like begging in Invrisil.<\/p>\n

He heard silence from the other end for a moment. And wondered if he\u2019d failed to activate the stone. It looked expensive. A custom-linked speaking stone\u2014a lodestone enchanted that you could link with another across the world. Not like even the other ones the Mage\u2019s Guild had given him. Odd. Was it not a stone at all? It looked like\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026bone\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

Then the voice spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am Fetohep of Khelt.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin\u2019s fingers jerked back. He stared at the speaking stone.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm. Hi? Can I help you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He was scrambling for an encyclopedia of names. Khelt, Khelt\u2026that name sounded familiar. The hollow voice spoke in his ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cI desire these bicycles for my kingdom. Money is no object.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin found Fetohep\u2019s name in the encyclopedia. He instantly made a notation at the top of his list.<\/p>\n

\u201cEr\u2014of course, your Majesty. Your Undying Majesty, Ruler of the Sands, Guardian of the Kingdom of Khelt in death and life\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He was reading off a list of appellations provided by the Diplomat\u2019s Handbook, Edition #2411.<\/em> This seemed to please the Ruler of Khelt.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish a dozen of these vehicles.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cY-yes. Absolutely, your Majesty. But Solar Cycles\u2014our shop is just manufacturing these highly-artisan, custom-forged works. We can\u2019t mass-produce them. We\u2014have orders for a lot of [Lords] and [Ladies]\u2014other kingdoms, even\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKhelt shall obtain them first.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

It was not a question. Kevin winced.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe issue is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever the highest order is\u2014I will double it. Do not take more of my time with the minutiae of lesser bidders. Simply inform the Mage\u2019s Guild of Khelt of the price and it shall be paid. I am content to wait for the peak of craftsmanship. <\/em>Time matters less to me.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin was writing like a madman, underlining Fetohep\u2019s words and desperately wishing he had an auto-transcription Skill. Selys needed to hire a [Receptionist] or [Secretary] now.<\/em> If he had a minute to run\u2014but he was speaking frantically.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely, your Majesty. We have a small selection\u2014I will send it via the Mage\u2019s Guild.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Now you will answer my queries. You are the inventor of these\u2026bicycles?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The delicate question made Kevin hesitate. This was where it got tricky. He\u2019d done this before and slowly replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s\u2026a collaboration, your Majesty. The idea<\/em> isn\u2019t mine. I\u2019m just a [Mechanic] that puts together the pieces which are made by Masters\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen where does the notion of this device hail from? Some\u2026new\u2026creation?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t reveal confidential details, your Majesty. It\u2019s\u2026new, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026see. The secrets shall remain thusly, then. Send your selection to my Mage\u2019s Guild.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The pregnant pauses could have formed a baby shower. Kevin was sweating. But he\u2019d deflected well enough.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt once, your Majesty. And we will deliver the first bicycle to you right away\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

And notify everyone else they\u2019re being bumped down the list.<\/em> Kevin was no entrepreneur, but he\u2019d heard of bidding wars over less back home. You could dream. He relaxed\u2014a moment too soon.<\/p>\n

The voice of the undead ruler spoke through the speaking stone.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is well. I await your work with interest. And should your work please me, Khelt\u2019s borders will lie open to you and your kin. Remember that, Kevin of Earth. I shall not forget your name.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Kevin\u2019s fingers slipped. He gasped and involuntarily, spoke.<\/p>\n

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

He snapped his mouth shut. But too late. The chuckle was all he heard\u2014then the bone speaking charm disintegrated<\/em>. Kevin stared at the bone dust on his table.<\/p>\n

They knew.<\/em> And there were some smart people out there. The kind who had insight. Who listened. Who looked for the root of things.<\/p>\n

Kevin\u2019s papers scattered as he vaulted his desk and ran.<\/p>\n

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It was too late to put the Djinni back in the bottle. Too late to take back awareness.<\/p>\n

Too late to take back friendships, too.<\/em><\/p>\n

Delanay d\u2019Artien waved at the group being cheered into Invrisil. The Silver Swords were still a bit grimy, but they entered the city to wild cheers. Ylawes looked right at his childhood friend and Delanay blinked as he saw Ylawes\u2019 intent gaze.<\/p>\n

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It was unmistakable. Look at them. Even if they hid their levels via anti-appraisal gear. Look at them.<\/em><\/p>\n

Erin Solstice. Lyonette. Standing amid [Actors], an Earl, Antinium<\/em> unlike any other\u2014<\/p>\n

It was only a matter of time. And with that understanding, everything shifted. Sometimes you had to be bold.<\/p>\n

Erin Solstice was talking urgently with Kevin. The young man was wide-eyed. She pointed towards the Garden.<\/p>\n

The Gnoll sighed as he stood, adjusting his clothing. Damn well past time. He strode forwards.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Solstice? My name is Ferris\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He got that out before someone shoved<\/em> him. The Gnoll stumbled. Erin\u2019s head turned. Ferris turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcuse me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone dragged him off his feet. The [Infiltrator] went for his sidearm. But he paused as he felt the prick <\/em>on his fur.<\/p>\n

\u201cFerry!<\/em> My old buddy! Let\u2019s go for a drink!\u201d<\/p>\n

A grinning Gnoll had grabbed him. The same one who pushed him. Ferris growled, on sudden alert.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I think you\u2019re\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He heard a whisper, in his mind<\/em>. A kind of sub-vocalization Skill that you used if you had certain classes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re out of your jurisdiction, Manus. Play along. Pallass\u2019 Eyes.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll grinned at him. Ferris twisted, debating his options. And he saw someone stroll past him, using a cane for support.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, well. It seems there are some interesting players in the inn today. Would you mind if I joined your company?\u201d<\/p>\n

Altestiel had sensed the intruder and his escort before seeing him. The [Knight Marshal] was already on his feet.<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s head turned.<\/p>\n

\u201cChaldion?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kiish straightened. The [Knights] of Desonis and the others in the Earl\u2019s escort looked up. The [Soldiers] of Pallass that Chaldion had managed to bring into Erin\u2019s inn despite her ban eyed the Humans.<\/p>\n

The [Knight Marshal of the Rains] and the [Grand Strategist of Victory] locked gazes. It was like distant storms, humidity and wind in the air meeting the clarion call of horns, the sound of metal on metal.<\/p>\n

Everyone flinched<\/em> back as the two looked at each other.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrand Strategist. What an unexpected surprise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Earl of Desonis, the Knight Marshal of Rains. It has been a while since I met a Terandrian of such note.\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion\u2019s good eye glittered. Olesm slid back from his table. He couldn\u2019t help it. Nor had his legs moved. He stared down. His chair was being pushed<\/em> with a slow screeching<\/em> sound without anything touching it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAncestors.\u201d<\/p>\n

He breathed. The others were of the same opinion. Desonis\u2019 company squared up as the Drakes behind Chaldion halted. Everyone was far<\/em> clear of the clash. They watched with trepidation, awe, speculation, or just sheer enjoyment of the moment.<\/p>\n

The two hadn\u2019t blinked. And for all Chaldion only had one eye to Altestiel\u2019s two\u2014was he stronger? Two invisible forces clashed\u2014the players outside looked up, as if sensing a change in the weather. The intensity in the air was like nothing they\u2019d felt except those few times\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cDun dun. Dun dun dun. <\/em>Ba dum.\u201d<\/p>\n

A voice from the side. Altestiel\u2019s gaze flickered. Chaldion looked sideways. Erin Solstice.<\/p>\n

She did a quiet drumroll on the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cDun dun dun!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Both auras collapsed in an instant. Tension had a half-life of seconds in front of that kind of\u2026Erin looked at the two.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop stare-fighting in my inn. Want to play chess?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at the two. Chaldion\u2019s lips moved. The Earl laughed. Erin Solstice looked at the two as the inn relaxed. Then she had a thought. She went upstairs and came down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have a special board I\u2019d like you two to play on. You two are pretty good at chess. So do your best. I will too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dun dun dun. <\/em>They stared at the chessboard and the smart ones remembered another kind of legend. A mysterious opponent.<\/p>\n

You couldn\u2019t take it back. Nor did Erin Solstice try. She sat down and moved a pawn forwards.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThe Wandering Inn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ignorant of the chess tournament occurring in the inn itself, Geneva Scala stared at the tiny spot on the map where Liscor was. She\u2019d had to look it up.<\/p>\n

Paige, Daly, everyone was clustered around.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph\u2019s there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYep. And a bike.<\/em> And\u2026Ryoka Griffin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCould be.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daly traced a finger across the map. It wasn\u2019t even a world map; and the distances were already vast. He looked at Geneva.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a long way away. If we even wanted to get over there. Let alone move the entire company\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo we need to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStrength in numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n

He countered. The others murmured. It was so far<\/em>. A continent away. But there was\u2026certainty.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne person could make the journey. But it\u2019d take a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paige muttered. Siri looked around. Luan rubbed at his neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s really <\/em>far, yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ken and Aiko nodded. The [Rower] glanced at them and looked at Geneva.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo get there in any reasonable time\u2026we\u2019d need a Courier or something like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was significance in his words. The other stirred. After a moment, Kirana sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Seve is on a delivery.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor now.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was all Geneva said. It was far indeed. And who might go to who? Did they need to? Rather\u2014<\/p>\n

She wanted to meet them. Joseph, the owner of The Wandering Inn, perhaps. Ryoka Griffin.<\/p>\n

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Names to remember. Certainly, other people wanted to meet Ryoka Griffin. Humble and grand.<\/p>\n

Like the Gnoll who stood on Pallass\u2019 walls. He had worked all night. Feverish. But now\u2014the [Soldiers] who liked to mock him were staring. Eying something different than the feathered wings. It looked like wings still. But the fabric, the copy\u2014<\/p>\n

He leapt. And the Flying Gnoll of Pallass, Felkhr, jerked <\/em>as something happened. His usual falling<\/em> turned into\u2014the Pallassian [Soldiers] on the walls stared. Someone fainted.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m flying! I\u2019m f\u2014<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Felkhr shouted as the wind let him glide<\/em> down the walls. Then he made a rookie\u2019s mistake in the annals of flight.<\/p>\n

Encouraged by his performance thus far, he tried to flap<\/em> the wing-gliders he\u2019d fashioned. Instantly, he lost the air resistance and went into a nosedive.<\/p>\n

Everyone winced. <\/em>Potions of Featherfalling normally saved Felkhr. Not this time; he\u2019d gone down faster<\/em> due to the aerodynamics of the wings.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2014I was flying\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

They ported him off the ground in a stretcher. The Gnoll lay there, moaning. Both his arms were broken.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t the first time, but this time hurt more. He was onto something! He was close!<\/em> The Gnoll almost wept with frustration. His head lolled back.<\/p>\n

Had he fallen unconscious\u2014not a good thing as the [Healer] kept slapping him awake so they could set the arms and tend to the bleeding first\u2014he might have been rewarded.<\/p>\n

But perhaps that was just as well. Someone caught him in the knot of onlookers. The Flying Gnoll moaned as he was carried towards one of the large elevators.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was so close\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll do better next time. And I think I can improve your designs. You don\u2019t flap the wings, see. Not unless you had a lot more coverage. You could probably enchant them, but you\u2019re doing it wrong. You\u2019re way too heavy, to begin with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone spoke to him. The Gnoll, through a haze of pain, looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWh\u2014who\u2019re you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The voice was so confident. The young man stepped into the Flying Gnoll\u2019s line of view.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Troy. And I like flying.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The chess tournament was Olesm vs Bird. Erin vs the magical chessboard.<\/p>\n

The Earl vs Chaldion. For round one. Lesser players queued up, but the line of other Pallassian [Strategists] and Kiish and Belgrade were putting down weaker players before they ran into the top seeds.<\/p>\n

And here<\/em> was the competitive spirit. The Earl half-turned in his seat as he placed a knight, threatening two pieces at once. Chaldion looked annoyed as Altestiel smiled at Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are aware, Miss Solstice, that your chess ability is so supreme that it is actually of considerable material value? One can level after playing you, and I would imagine that the effect reduces quite considerably after the first few games\u2014but any [Strategist] or [General] would benefit from playing you. So long as they continued to struggle. I wonder if anyone ever mentioned that to you outright? I feel it is only natural to do so.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olesm guiltily knocked over a piece. Chaldion regarded the Earl steadily as Erin blinked and looked up. The [Grand Strategist] interrupted Erin\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was obvious, I assumed, Earl Altestiel. If I lost my first game against Miss Solstice, I might have benefitted more. Unfortunately, I won.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Knight Marshal]\u2019s smile faded. The two stared at each other and went back to the game. Erin finished her game with her opponent first. She was instantly deluged<\/em> in offers for a game while the Earl and Chaldion played a slow\u2014intense<\/em> grudge-match.<\/p>\n

\u201cKiish. Play this board. I\u2019ll wait for the next opponent.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin thrust the [Strategist] into the seat across from the magical chessboard, which was resetting its side. The [Strategist] instantly froze up.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe? Play\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Chaldion and the Earl turned to look at her. It could<\/em> be someone else. But Kiish\u2019s fingers trembled as she moved the pieces.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin! Play me, play me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cIs that chessboard\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin backed up as she realized the crowd she\u2019d dispersed had come back threefold. She looked around. Saw two Hobs walking out of the inn, and came to an instant decision.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, bathroom break!\u201d<\/p>\n

That stopped the mob in their tracks. There were acceptable things to follow someone around for\u2014that wasn\u2019t one of them. Erin edged out of the inn. She hurried after the two Goblins and flung her arms around their shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201cGotcha!\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow and Snapjaw started. They looked over their shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin? Not playing game?\u201d<\/p>\n

Snapjaw pointed at the inn. Erin rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll come back after twenty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She\u2019d ditched them! Just like that! She winked at the Goblins.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not like the tournament revolves around me.\u201d<\/p>\n

How she liked to lie. The [Innkeeper] walked past the outhouses with the Goblins.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, tell me about Goblinhome.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two looked at each other. They had just been looking up at the High Passes, where Goblinhome was buried. Talking about the future.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say much. Secret place. Secret things. Humans should not find.\u201d<\/p>\n

Snapjaw said it half to Badarrow, half to Erin. He glared at her, hurt on Erin\u2019s behalf. But the [Innkeeper] just nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t tell me where it is. But I\u2019ll give you a mana stone if it reaches\u2026or again. We can figure it out. Just\u2014how can I help?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two looked at her. Snapjaw hesitated. Badarrow nudged her. See?<\/em> See? She hadn\u2019t believed him. She ignored his smirk deliberately.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoblinhome needs things. Nails. Potions. Rabbiteater got. But\u2026was going to buy from there.\u201d<\/p>\n

She waved a claw at Liscor. Erin looked alarmed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026dangerous. Numbtongue tries it sometimes, but\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Both Hobgoblins grinned. They produced helmets and put them on. Erin started laughing.<\/p>\n

\u201cHah! <\/em>But wait\u2014if you need stuff, Krshia can help. And Lyonette! What do you need? I bet you they can get discounts.\u201d<\/p>\n

Snapjaw removed her helmet with some relief. It was tight<\/em> on her head! She consulted the internal list Rags had given her and went to the very first thing in light of recent events and in general.<\/p>\n

\u201cPotions?\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow\u2019s eyes brightened. So did Erin\u2019s. They\u2019d had the same thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you say<\/em> so? If that\u2019s what you want\u2014here. Let\u2019s walk around the side and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She ushered the two Hobs around the side of The Wandering Inn. Then, Erin pointed and asked for a boost.<\/p>\n

They climbed through Stitchwork\u2019s window. Octavia nearly tossed the vial she was working on at them.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin! Don\u2019t do that!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She clutched at her heart. Erin paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, I didn\u2019t think we\u2019d scare you!\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia had a thing about surprise-visitors of late. She waved it off.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay. Just\u2014don\u2019t do<\/em> that. Why didn\u2019t you use the [Garden]?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think Mrsha\u2019s using it to play teleport-tag with some kids. I don\u2019t want them to smash into a wall.\u201d<\/p>\n

The games Mrsha played with her friends were really fun. Teleport tag meant you could run through<\/em> walls and it was almost as fun as monster hide-and-seek. That was where Palt cast [Cloud of Darkness] and the monster found people\u2014you could move around in the dark.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you here, Erin? It\u2019s a huge<\/em> crowd out there, by the way. And no one\u2019s buying. They keep asking if Saliss is here. Or where the restroom is. Or Solar Cycles.\u201d<\/p>\n

Glumly, Octavia went back to her brew. It was fair. She wasn\u2019t the highest-level yet and her first Invisibility Potion attempt had failed.<\/p>\n

But here was Erin Solstice. And Snapjaw and Badarrow. Erin pointed at the two.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey want mana potions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia\u2019s ears perked up. She turned around.<\/p>\n

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

Then she eyed her potential customers.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2026although, Erin, I have some I can give out. But the cost is\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey can pay, Octavia.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Alchemist] brightened up instantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent! Not that I would have been stingy! It\u2019s just\u2014money for goods. How many mana potions do you need? I have a deal with Wailant, that cutpurse farming b\u2014but I have lots of Sage\u2019s Grass, even if I do have to pay more than I should for it. You won\u2019t get cheaper potions around!\u201d<\/p>\n

Snapjaw nudged Badarrow. Whoa.<\/em> And she thought all his coincidence-stories had been just talk! Octavia pointed at rows of potions, sold generally to the [Mages] in the inn.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow many are you looking for, um, Snapjaw? Badarrow? Great to see you again, by the way. I said that, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow nodded. Snapjaw consulted her internal orders. She pointed at the shelf.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026All of it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Octavia turned around slowly. She removed an ear and Snapjaw nearly leapt<\/em> into Badarrow\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was that? Let me just resew\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs many as have. And healing potions. As many as can buy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow informed her. Octavia looked at Erin\u2014the [Innkeeper] was just as amazed.<\/p>\n

\u201cEr\u2014and what\u2019s your budget?\u201d<\/p>\n

The two Hobgoblins conferred. That made Octavia worry\u2014right up until Snapjaw pulled something out of her bag of holding.<\/p>\n

\u201cGold?\u201d<\/p>\n

She put a handful on the counter. Then another. Then\u2014a lump of gold. Erin and Octavia stared<\/em> at it.<\/p>\n

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

Badarrow smirked. Numbtongue wasn\u2019t the only gifted Goblin miner. Pyrite\u2019s legacy. Snapjaw shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cFound some in Goblinhome when digging. Kept running into it. Very pretty. Too heavy, though. Used for adventurer bait. Is good as gold coins? Have more. Also\u2014this?\u201d<\/p>\n

She produced something else that made both of them stir.<\/em><\/p>\n

A wyvern\u2019s fang. Octavia blinked at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood for arrowheads. Weapons. Got more. Good meat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cD-do you have a Wyvern\u2019s head?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Bones? Good soup stock. Calescent make good Wyvern-brain jelly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow shook his head rapidly behind Snapjaw, making a gagging motion. Octavia was blinking.<\/p>\n

Goblins.<\/em> Who had artifacts, gold from adventurers. Who didn\u2019t prize<\/em> money. And who had access to a lot of monster parts. Heck, even Goblin toenails if you believed Xif\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cWill give more. For potions. All potions. Many as can make.\u201d<\/p>\n

Badarrow informed Octavia. She looked around. Her shelf of mana potions? All she could make?<\/em><\/p>\n

She looked at Erin. Then she thought about the offer from Pallass. Octavia shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is why I stick around.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Erin Solstice returned to the chess tournament after a few more minutes. So much was happening. But she should have been watchful.<\/p>\n

All this attention\u2014not all of it was positive. You had to watch<\/em> for the future. Someone waited for their moment to get to her.<\/p>\n

And someone found Joseph as he went for some hydration, panting. The games of football and baseball were underway. He was ascending the hill, and reflecting that they needed a barrel of water and some oranges or something.<\/p>\n

\u201cIshkr, could we get\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone grabbed him and pulled him behind the inn. Joseph jerked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, what the\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph of The Wandering Inn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone whispered into his ear. Joseph twisted. He saw a figure, covered in\u2026shadows? They came from a hat he wore on his head. Someone in disguise.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you? Hey! H\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n

The figure stopped him again. Joseph realized the sounds from the game and inn had stopped. They were in a bubble of silence. The figure advanced.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have an offer for you from my employers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever you want\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHear me out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joseph held still. The figure looked around. And then advanced.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stand to make a lot<\/em> of gold. If you agree. Listen to me, carefully. Do you think you could train a football team to beat both Liscor and Pallass\u2019 teams within the month?\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man from Spain stared at the shadowy\u2014suddenly much-less-frightening figure. The Invrisil representative produced an exclusivity contract for their new team\u2014they wanted to be the best team in all of Izril! And they were both Humans here\u2014if Joseph would become exclusive manager, they\u2019d pay\u2014Joseph\u2019s eyes bulged at the sum.<\/p>\n

He\u2026was going to need to talk with Erin about that.<\/p>\n

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Calruz of Hammerad did not go out to celebrate. Nor\u2014did he leave his cell. That being difficult. But he did stare at the scrying orb someone<\/em> had left behind by accident.<\/p>\n

Placed just outside his cell, actually. Since the cell would have cut off the signal. He could ask for it turned off since you could watch it all day. Rhata and Haldagaz were sitting on his head, watching the replay. The Minotaur kept watching.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell done, Ryoka.\u201d<\/p>\n

He waited. Doing one-armed pushups. Then lifting weights. It was odd to think he was in far better shape now than even before entering prison. But what else was he supposed to do?<\/p>\n

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Erin Solstice actually had<\/em> to go to the bathroom after four more games.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop following me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She opened the door to the outhouse twice to throw things at the crowd, who hadn\u2019t believed her after her first bit of duplicity. Erin eventually stopped throwing rolls of toilet paper as the crowd dispersed, mostly thanks to the cloud of smoke covering them.<\/p>\n

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

Someone was waiting for her after she left. Erin stopped adjusting her belt and blinked.<\/p>\n

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

She had been prepared to throw something at the next person to bother her. But this person merited some respect.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wonder if I might borrow you for a moment before you return to that engaging tournament? I\u2019m taking part myself\u2014but we have urgent business.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe do? Urgent? What about?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin followed the long, sinuous tail and walked apace with Hexel the [Architect] as they left the inn. Instantly\u2014a crowd spotted her.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s trying to get away! Get\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

They walked into the [Garden] and everyone who wasn\u2019t wise splatted<\/em> into the seemingly-open doorway.<\/p>\n

The Lamia was here. Of course he was. With a Gnoll who had been cheering him on as he rose through the tournament\u2019s ranks. But the [Architect] had business with Erin. As they slowly walked around the Garden, he admired the Fortress Beaver\u2019s dam.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are aware I love buildings, don\u2019t you, Miss Solstice? There\u2019s something indescribable about edifices. Permanent\u2014until someone knocks them down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr blows \u2018em up.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cIn your case, your inn has been destroyed, what, twice now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMhm. Wait. Maybe three times? You lose track. You know, Lyonette wanted to hire you, but she said you declined.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was rather busy with my principal job. I still am; I must design an entire city<\/em>, and that is no small task. One I enjoy\u2014but I have realized your inn should become just as high a priority.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin waved a hand awkwardly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAw. You don\u2019t have to. It\u2019s decent as it is\u2014unless you think there\u2019s something wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s quite Terandrian in design, but wonderfully made. The Antinium did a fine job. I certainly don\u2019t intend to redesign everything\u2026but I would like to offer my services for certain improvements<\/em> that you desperately need. This day, in fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin couldn\u2019t think what was alarming the Lamia so. Hexel looked at her, and sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour magical door. With this incident with the Guild of Assassins, the door must<\/em> be guarded at all times. It is no longer appropriate to just leave it\u2026unsecured.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have the hallway of traps.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cYes. But\u2014Miss Solstice. Allow me to put it like this. You are aware one can simply\u2026pick up the magic door and move it wherever they please? If I wanted, I could grab the door and drag it out of the inn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026No one\u2019s done that more than once. Besides, we need to move it sometimes. For tactical advantage and stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin shuffled her feet, coughed. Hexel gave her a long look.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you left it unsecured. Moreover\u2014even with the hallway of traps, the [Assassins] simply walked into your inn because you did not detect<\/em> them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re going to tell me I\u2019m being stupid, I\u2019ll admit to that, but it\u2019s hurtful, Hexel.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Lamia laughed at this.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would not be that indiscreet. And rather like your [Farmer] friend\u2019s solution to your door\u2019s mana problem\u2014I have an [Architect]\u2019s solution to these needs. If you will look at this?\u201d<\/p>\n

He murmured a Skill and produced a piece of paper. It unfolded\u2014into multiple dimensions.<\/em> Erin saw a three-dimensional projection, a blueprint in color and detail, appear.<\/p>\n

She had not seen his presentation to the Council of Liscor and was agog. The Lamia gestured at the floating design.<\/p>\n

\u201cAllow me to show you my proposed fix. This is the simplest<\/em> of methods to secure your door. You see?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin saw. And it was so much easier to see than a blueprint, or even a picture. She saw the door, suspended above a small staircase. Fixed in place by\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cBars of wood? No, wait\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Yes! They were like wooden door bars, except they secured the door by all four corners! And they had\u2026locks! They turned as Hexel manipulated the design. The door came clear and two Gnolls that looked like Ishkr carried it off.<\/p>\n

\u201cA simple lock and wooden bars means ordinary wood with your [Reinforced Structure] Skill can lock the door into place when it is in this entry spot. And it would still be stronger\u2014far stronger\u2014than normal brickwork or stone. The cost, with Antinium labor, is almost negligible. You could make this almost instantaneously.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s so smart! <\/em>Hexel, you\u2019re a genius!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou only noticed now?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Lamia grinned. Then he rolled up the scroll, making the projection vanish.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the simplest measure of course; one could still break the wood itself. This<\/em> is a more ambitious design. I made it for fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

The second \u2018Portal Entry Room\u2019 as he\u2019d titled it appeared and Erin\u2019s eyes bulged.<\/em> The first design had spoken to the practical [Architect], who could create something cost-effective and workable. This <\/em>was the mad dream of a builder with an unlimited budget.<\/p>\n

The second room was a lot larger than the first. A dedicated area for people to enter and exit by. However\u2014it was trapped to all hell and back.<\/p>\n

The magic door hung suspended over a walkway with a hundred foot drop into a pit. The inn actually extended all that way down, having been built extensively<\/em> downwards. Meanwhile, a single suspended bridge allowed access to the inn which could not only be collapsed at will, but was also supported by an advanced version of Belgrade\u2019s kill box.<\/p>\n

For final effect, the entire room was underneath a body of water\u2026Erin read the floating words \u2018lake? Connected to Liscor reservoir?\u2019 <\/em>scrawled there. If necessary, and via trapdoors, you could flood the entire room and seal it underwater in an emergency.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026That would be the second-most daring design. As I said, not practical. Very fun to draw up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hexel rolled up the scroll and Erin\u2019s mouth closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is insane. <\/em>You made that for fun?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t like it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did, but\u2014why are you helping? Not that I mind, Hexel, but\u2014you have a job.\u201d<\/p>\n

The [Architect] smiled with his pointed teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do. It\u2019s self-interest as much as my occupation. I wouldn\u2019t like to have the door stolen, or have [Assassins] bothering me in my sleep. I\u2019ve nearly died once on Izril; that\u2019s enough. If you\u2019d like, I can work on a simple security system and have it done\u2026today?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWh\u2014the door entryway?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. That\u2019s quite another thing. You would have to dedicate a room\u2014and even with my Skills and Antinium labor, it would take longer. I mean, a security<\/em> system just in the interim. It is remarkably easy. Give me one hour and the use of your Workers?\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin ran to get Belgrade.<\/p>\n

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She played two more long games against the Earl and Chaldion and beat both in the next hour. At the same time her mysterious chess opponent did the same.<\/p>\n

Undefeated. They were playing at the top of their games. Erin was angling for a rematch when Hexel told her the \u2018security device\u2019 was done.<\/p>\n

She found him overseeing an archway just over the door. It was \u2018locked\u2019 into the wall with a variant of the door-latch system he\u2019d showed her. A very simple one, but he\u2019d attached a metal lock to the bar.<\/p>\n

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

The archway looked close to one of those Japanese arches in temples to Erin\u2019s eyes. The wood was\u2026different.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had the Antinium and my assistants cut this to design. It\u2019s just an amplifying design, Miss Solstice. Now\u2014install it there, and there, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Antinium were already lowering the beams of the arch into the hallway. They\u2019d cut holes perfectly fitting the pieces. Hexel was admiring of their technique.<\/p>\n

\u201cAntinium have a wonderful <\/em>design system. Positively reminiscent of Dullahans, actually. Their concept of building individual pieces that can be assembled on-location is so much more efficient than static designs. And\u2026aha!\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestured to the arch, a tiny bit smaller than the hallway itself. People would pass through\u2026and it had something in the center. A socket. Erin stared at it blankly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt looks nice. But what\u2019s it for?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Hexel produced a glowing gem. He showed it to Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is mine. The archway goes here. Truth stone embeds here.\u201d<\/p>\n

He reached up as the stone glowed blue. Erin\u2019s eyes widened as Hexel extended his body and placed the stone in the socket.<\/p>\n

\u201cTruth spells<\/em> can replace it later, but your average truth stone won\u2019t run out of charge for three days\u2026now, we test it. You there. Halt!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Liska, who\u2019d let in another group from Invrisil, looked up. And the mob of mostly-Humans stopped in their tracks. Hexel gestured at the stone, concealed from them.<\/p>\n

It was about twelve people. The Lamia addressed them as they looked uncertainly at him and Erin.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll of you. Are you entering this inn for malign purposes of any kind, be that theft, subterfuge, violence, magical works, or any purpose that goes against the interests of Liscor, The Wandering Inn, or the occupants of each? Answer one at a time, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed at the woman in front. She hesitated.<\/p>\n

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

The truth stone glowed blue. Erin clapped her hands together as she realized. How simple! And how elegant!<\/em> Todi and his Elites, who\u2019d been doing the same with truth stones, looked at the [Architect].<\/p>\n

\u201cTrust a [Builder] to make it simple. Alright, Miss! Go on through. Next!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gold-rank Captain motioned the woman through with the voice of command. Erin stared at Todi.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks. Um. Who the heck are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man\u2019s face fell. Meanwhile, Hexel asked the others to respond. He didn\u2019t even have to repeat the question. They came through one at a time\u2014until one man blustered at the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, obviously not! This is such a waste of time\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The truth stone glowed\u2026violet.<\/em> Erin\u2019s head turned. Todi\u2019s head snapped around.<\/p>\n

\u201cBack! Wands up!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Instantly, his entire team lifted [Wands of Fireball]. Hexel was already slithering back. The man froze as Liska stared at the glowing wands.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t shoot! Liska\u2019s there!\u201d<\/p>\n

Erin shouted. Hexel was looking at the stone. He peeked out from behind Todi.<\/p>\n

\u201cHalf-truth. They\u2019re not entirely lying\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The white-faced man was backed against the wall, scrambling to open the door. Todi cocked a crossbow and aimed it at his stomach.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t move or we\u2019ll nail you to the wall. Got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay! Don\u2019t hurt me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

The man began to sob. He was not an [Assassin]. Or the stone would have been red. Todi\u2019s Elites made him divest himself of his belt, his money pouch, and his dagger. They got the truth out of him as the crowd watched at a safe distance.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was supposed to hire her.<\/em> By any means necessary! Steal her recipe book, otherwise! I\u2019m just an agent! I\u2019m not a [Thief], though! I\u2019m just a [Line Cook]! Don\u2019t eat me!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

He begged to Erin. She blinked. Eat<\/em> him? And who was he pointing at?<\/p>\n

Imani.<\/em> The [Cook] looked exasperated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m teaching<\/em> people recipes! Steal my book? You could buy a copy of whatever you wanted! I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Her face turned thoughtful.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could hold classes.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Hexel slithered over to Erin as the panic subsided. The [Innkeeper] was about to go to the finals of the game\u2014when he stopped her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is a stopgap. There are criminals and other classes who can beat an average truth stone. But as I said, I worked last night on designs and I can continue to do so. Add some design-based improvements to your inn to complement your Skills\u2014your [Grand Theatre], for instance. I\u2019ve worked with similar Skills.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Erin brightened up at once. Then her face fell.<\/p>\n

\u201cH-how much would it cost\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette was there in a moment. Apista buzzed off her shoulder, chasing Erin away.<\/p>\n

\u201cErin, allow me to handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled at the Lamia. The [Architect] watched Erin run back to her chess tourney in some relief, and then Apista go back to terrorizing guests with her very presence.<\/p>\n

The [Princess] and [Architect] had some measure of each other. They regarded each other in silence. Then, Lyonette gave him a sweet smile. She didn\u2019t insult him by wasting his time, but she ushered him over to a table. A drink was already waiting\u2014the sweet milkshakes the Lamia loved.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaster Hexel, in addition<\/em> to free room and board for you and your team\u2014and we can certainly upgrade you to a room of your design, and individual rooms for your assistants if you would like\u2014what else can we offer in addition to your fees?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Lamia chuckled as he took the milkshake and sipped gently.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, a reasonable Human at last! Well, to begin with, do you offer private dining?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyonette\u2019s eyes sparkled.<\/p>\n

\u201cExclusive. A permanently reserved room for you and any guest? Antinium Workers can serve it; complete anonymity. Unlimited drinks from the bar, save for obviously excessive consumption?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hexel smiled widely.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we can talk. Oh yes, indeed.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The final chess game of the tourney began. You could focus on chess\u2014but there was so much going on that sometimes it was a waste.<\/p>\n

Chess did not define everything. Then again\u2014he did so love it.<\/p>\n

Earl Altestiel watched Erin Solstice play an opponent who was unknown\u2014and who he thought he knew.<\/em><\/p>\n

Look at her. Amid the drama. An [Architect], the [Players], games of sports outside. He had been right to come here.<\/p>\n

He only wished he could stay forever. Or\u2026take that kind of crazy magic with him. But therein lay the rub.<\/p>\n

Earl Altestiel was intelligent. Intelligent enough to make Chaldion come to the inn. To worry, perhaps, a certain chess player.<\/p>\n

And because he was intelligent, and he\u2019d done his research, he saw the problem and didn\u2019t make the others\u2019 mistakes. He did not sweep in with grandeur and offers of an estate. Even a royal title\u2014and he thought he could convince his Queen to give one\u2014because that was stupid.<\/p>\n

Know your opponent. Not money, not threats, and not offers of power. The Earl had thought about it and he was stumped.<\/p>\n

How did you get Erin Solstice to leave her inn? He sighed. At least he was here first, instead of that damned Fraerling. Perhaps it was this chess tournament?<\/p>\n

People wanted to meet Erin Solstice. If only to play chess. And for other reasons.<\/p>\n

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A certain Wall Lord. A certain Fraerling. A [Necromancer], a King of Destruction\u2026<\/p>\n

Many people took or tried to change what they thought the future would be today. And it was all coming together. All these plans, people tugging on strings.<\/p>\n

For today, The Wandering Inn was just the center of potential. It was a day of excitement, a day of rest.<\/p>\n

Until the last person came to the inn. And the future, potential, uncertain, arrived.<\/p>\n

Too soon, perhaps too late.<\/p>\n

\u201cKrshia?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Gnoll [Shopkeeper] interrupted Erin from her game. She smiled. But her eyes were looking southwards. Ferris’ head rose. Ishkr looked at her. And Mrsha stopped playing and looked at Krshia Silverfang.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is time, Erin Solstice. The Meeting of Tribes will begin soon. Past time to go. The Silverfang tribe marches. Many from Liscor have already gone. I would like to speak with you, now, if I may. About Mrsha.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Author\u2019s Note: <\/strong>Can you feel the Volume ending? I have one more chapter left before my November break. I hope you\u2019ve enjoyed these chapters.<\/p>\n

They\u2019ve worn me down. Enough so that my actual muscles\u2014tendons, whatever, are a big unhappy. But stretching helps and it\u2019s not actual pain. That part of my writing career sucked.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll enjoy this break. But one more chapter. Let me know if you liked this aftermath chapter. And we\u2019ll see if you can tell how Volume 7 ends.<\/p>\n

Thanks for reading! Until next time, I\u2019ll leave you with art by pkay, who did, among other things, an amazing Volume 7 cover about Ryoka, art of Erin by Arh, and more Erin, Cutlery Yvlon, and a commission of Pirate the character<\/em> by Me! Not me\u2026someone with a username of Me\u2026give them lots of love!<\/p>\n

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Volume 7 Ryoka, Pisces, Yvlon, and more by pkay!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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