Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven - Lost and Found in Translation

Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven - Lost and Found in Translation

Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven - Lost and Found in Translation

Rainnewt? Reginald asked.

How did you figure that? Amaryllis asked.

I gestured vaguely through the air. The name. Its obvious, isnt it?

No. No, it really isnt, Amaryllis said.

I huffed. Come on. Drizz L. Lizard? It obviously means drizzle lizard, and thats just a terrible pun for rain newt.

Amaryllis blinked. None of that made sense, she said.

I stared at my birdy friend for a bit. The clues and all were super obvious, and she was a smart girl. Then it clicked and I felt silly. Its a multilingual pun, I said with mounting horror. Puns were already a bit evil, puns that required translation... that was a whole new level of terrible. Rainnewt really was a villain.

How does it work? Amaryllis asked. I dont see the link between the names.

It might be because of my autotranslation, I said. But the name means rain lizard. A newt is a kind of lizard. That, and Reginald mentioned something that might have been shapeshifting.

And theres a solid link with the Exploration Guild, Amaryllis added. But then, for him to be able to make that kind of...dare I say joke--with his name, he would need to either have a gift for multiple languages, or be a riftwalker.

That would make sense, wouldnt it? I asked. Him being a riftwalker. Hes been destroying dungeons. Reginald! Did the dungeons he destroyed have any evil roots in them?

Reginald leaned back in his big office seat. Evil roots? Ah, I dont know? Actually, there was-- give me a moment. He slid his chair to the side and opened a drawer. I only have these on hand because the inquisition demanded copies of everything related to Drizz. They couldnt find him initially, so they started to investigate with more depth. That meant going over everything with a fine-tooth comb. He pulled out a stack of papers and set them on his desk, then he started flipping through them.

I watched as he paused on a page, frowned, then turned it around and slid it our way.

Awen, Amaryllis and I all leaned over to inspect the paper. Reginald tapped a paragraph near the middle.

The Hidebank Dungeon was explored by a local delve team who reported strange growths on the Boss floor of the dungeon. The dungeon has not acquired any new floors since its last survey, but there have been some noted changes in its behaviour.

Whats this report? Amaryllis asked.

Its the demand from Riverhide to send someone to explore one of the small dungeons in the region. Its not a very popular dungeon, so there wasnt a lot of local interest in uncovering the changes within it. It was one of the first missions that Drizz took. That dungeon was destroyed.

Amaryllis turned my way, a talon resting against her chin. Its not much to go on. Circumstantial at best.

But its something, I said. Did any of the other dungeons mention plant stuff? Big roots, the dungeon acting weird?

Not that Im aware of. Drizz had a knack for tackling dungeons across the nation, but he only destroyed three as far as Im aware. Reginald sighed. Only three. As if thats not an enormous number of lost dungeons.

I looked at Amaryllis, and she nodded, though it was a little reluctant. Alright, Ill admit that you might be onto something.

You know Drizz then? Reginald asked.

Yeah, but not under that name, I said. Im not sure, not without seeing them, but it sounds like Drizz might be Rainnewt. He was a man that worked at the Port Royal Exploration Guild. He tried to get Amaryllis kidnapped at some point, and he might be responsible for a bunch of diplomatic problems in the area too.

Oh yeah, plenty, I said.

Any of those recent? he asked.

I considered the trip from the Nesting Kingdom to here. Yeah, I think a few of them are, I said.

Reginalds eyes narrowed, and he leaned his elbows onto the table. Would one of you mind telling the story of your voyage? Truthfully, that is. No need to exaggerate or anything of the sort, just a straight recounting of what occurred.

I glanced at my friends, then shrugged. I can do that, I said.

Awa, maybe I can do it? Awen asked. I have a good memory for that kind of thing, and Broccoli might be busy cleaning and doing gardening work.

And in the meanwhile, I have a few small questions Id like to ask, Amaryllis said. Notably, what exactly are you thinking of doing with our story?

Reginald nodded. Thats only fair. The guild needs a victory right now. Several, in fact. And spreading the story of a successful venture by some intrepid young members might just count as that sort of victory. Its not much, but Im sure we can find some mutual benefit from announcing to the nobility of the nation that youre a force to be respected and admired.

Ah, I see, Amaryllis said.

It sounded to me like Reginald just wanted to use us to create a good image for the guild. I wasnt exactly against the idea. We hadnt done anything too amazing, I figured, but maybe stories about going around and making friends would attract more people who needed friends too.

After all, Amaryllis joined the guild because she secretly wanted to make friends, deep, deep, down inside.

I bet there were plenty of Amaryllises out in Goldenalden that needed a good friend too!

I like it, I said. But no lying or embellishing.

He wouldnt be able to in any case, Amaryllis said. We had Bastion with us for the entire trip. He would be able to fact-check any part of it, and to most sylph the word of a paladin is assumed to be truthful by default, and usually for good reason.

Bastion? Reginald asked.

A paladin who accompanied us on our voyage, Amaryllis said.

Reginalds brows shot up, and he seemed genuinely impressed.

I clapped my hands. So! Should we do all of this stuff today?

Ah, well, as much as I would enjoy that, Im afraid that I cant uphold my side of the bargain today. The information Miss Amaryllis wants isnt something I know off-hand. Would it be possible for the three of you to return tomorrow?

Sure thing, I said. Can you set out some gardening supplies? Im hardly an expert, but I can fix up the front no problem. And I am an expert at all things cleaning.

I look forward to seeing the results. In any case. Yes, I think we have tools and cleaning supplies laying about.

Reginald stood, and so did we.

Youve given me a lot of think on. But I think this might be the start of the Exploration Guilds return to a proper level of decorum. Or at least I very much hope so. Thank you, girls.

No problem, I said.

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