Book 3: Chapter 27: French Lessons

Book 3: Chapter 27: French Lessons

“Voulez-vous bouche avec moi.” I muttered.

Aqua’s reply was shrill. “SPEAK DWARVEN!!”

“Enchante des poisson!!”

“I t’ink da correct term is ‘dwarfish’, Aqua.” Richter pointed out.

“NOT NOW RICHTER!!” Aqua shook my shoulders again.

I finally snapped. “I cannae concentrate on it if yer all hangin’ over my shoulders like this!! By Yearn’s Yummy Yams, bugger off!!!”

I was seated at Ironbellows' desk, leaning over Jean’s journal and desperately trying to translate the rest of the last page. It wasn’t going well, and I was at my wit’s end. I even had the [Stressed] Condition, which probably wasn’t helping things.

My discontent was met by a wall of angry energy from a grumble with treasure on the line.

Johnsson was the first to shout back, “If ya could read some of it, why can’t ya read tha rest of it!!”

“Because I don’t remember the rest of it!”

“Try soundin’ de words out loud?” Richter said, helpfully.

“Ughh, ya sound like me French teacher, Madame Gerard! I cannae remember what I cannae remember! I ‘aven’t done any French in years!!! And I wasn’t even very good at it!”

The room descended into nervous antsy silence. Ever since I’d done that first translation, everyone had been going bonkers trying to parse out where Jean’s ‘treasure’ was. So far we’d been able to pick out that it was in Whitewall, with a reference to an “Iron Court”, and a string of different numbers and associated distance units.

So we had enough of the picture to know we were on a treasure hunt, but not enough to be able to actually find it.

Everyone was understandably frustrated.

All the already-translated bits were pinned to one of the walls along with maps and other notes. Lines of string criss-crossed them like some kind of conspiracy theorist’s wet dream. Ironbellows and Kirk were busy reading over every history or geography book the Herder’s owned for the umpteenth time, while Appletina moved pins around on the wall.

I buried my face in my hands. “Ugghhhh, If only I’d been a better student in high school! Mum always said French would be a valuable tool one day, but this is ridiculous!”

Aqua sat down beside me with a *whuff*. “Sorry. Pushing harder probably isn’t going to help you remember better.”

“Hey, you’re the [Counselor]! Do you have any counselling to offer?”

Aqua scratched her beard in thought. “Hmm.... well, what have you tried?”

“Honestly, the only reason we’ve gotten so far is my higher Intelligence. I’m amazed I remember this much.”

“And you’re just trying to do it by memory? Like you always have?”

“Uh, how else?”

“Well, you’re in Erd now. Do you have any Abilities that would help?”

I stared blankly at her for a moment, then slowly palmed my face. “Argghh,” I moaned. “I got so caught up in high-school flashbacks that I didn’t think! [Flash of Insight]!”

A few ideas and half-remembered French verbs flashed into my head, but one stood out like a beacon. I jumped to my feet with a shout of joy, and the attention of the room snapped back to me.

“What is it!?” Johnsson asked. “Dijda remember?”

“No!” I cheered. “But I’m now super thankful to Madame Gerard! After two years of horrific nightmare homework nights, that French Book and I were GODSDAMN INTIMATE! [Pete’s MIniature Remembrance]!!”

“But how are we going to get in there!?” Johnsson whined. “We aren’t even allowed in Blackwall, let alone Whitewall!”

Ah, yes. No good adventure was complete without a few roadblocks! I activated my second [Flash of Insight] to speed things along. The answer that popped into my head, in retrospect, was pretty obvious.

“Doc Opal has family connections. She may be able to get us into Whitewall, or know somebody who could.” I explained. "Heck, she seemed to know Barnes's family when they came by the pub in Minnova."

There was excited murmuring.

“Alright, I’ll ask her tonight at the – ” I began, but stopped as an audible *thump* carried up from the floor. At the same time, a string of papers fell off the conspiracy wall and fluttered to the ground.

“Um, did anyone else feel that?” I asked, glancing around.

Ironbellows laughed. “We’re a bar fer adventurers. It’s just another fight; we get ‘em a lot. Nothin’ down there worth worrying about. ‘Cept maybe my apprentices, eh? Hah!”

I smiled. “We get those too. Mebbe not as bad since our clientele is mostly travellers and locals.”

“Adventurers can be a different breed,” Ironbellows nodded. “Tha rules are: no Abilities or Magic, just ta keep tha place from falling down.”

There was another, louder, THUMP from below us, followed by some crashing. Ironbellows frowned. “It’s a good bit louder than usual.”

Appletina crossed her arms. “I hope it's not a dungeon break. We’ve been lucky so far, but they are a serious possibility in Yellowwall this close to the dungeon, especially recently.”

Ironbellows shook his head. “They told us there’d be an alarm bell. Certainly would be a capper if it happened tonight!”

Johnsson’s eyes flickered accusingly to me and I rolled my own. If it was a dungeon break, I was absolutely blaming Balin for it. Let him take some of the heat for once. But, given the total lack of red dots on my [Map], we were probably fine. I gave Johnsson a little thumbs-up, and he calmed down.

“Should I check on it?” Appletina asked.

“Mebbe...” Ironbellows muttered.

There was another, louder, BOOM and the entire building vibrated. Ironbellows’ face grew grave. “No. We should all – “

He was interrupted as the young dwarf from earlier leaped into the room, locking the door behind him. “Sir! Ya need to come right away! “

Ironbellows jumped to his feet. “What’s tha matter Pennystock?”

“Some crazy adventurin’ team is throwin’ Abilities around! They’re wreckin’ everythin’!! Team Granite Heart is holdin’ ‘em back, but someone’s gonna get really hurt!”

“ARGH! Those bastards! Are they drunk!?”

“No, Master Herder! They came in and were demandin’ to speak to ‘tha owner’! When I told ‘em you were busy and not to be disturbed they got real angry, and then stuff just got out of hand!”

Richter stepped forward. “I’m a [Healer]. I can help if anyone’s hurt.”

Ironbellows breathed a sigh of relief. “Good! I think I saw Healer James from Team Sandcat down there too. Can anyone else help?”

Kirk put up his hand, and I hefted my warhammer. Aqua looked a bit pensive, but stepped up as well. Johnsson... put on his best game face.

At which point Balin smashed through the door, his armor shining with the light of a thousand torches and his grimace promising bloody violence. Annie stood at his back, holding a shield and keeping a bevvy of apprentice brewers at bay.

“WHERE’S ME BROTHER, YA ELFIN MUDWORMS!?!” Balin screamed.

I had the good grace to look sheepish.

I, uh, probably should’ve sent someone to tell Balin we’d be late.