Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty - Smother

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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty - Smother

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty - Smother

Im sorry maam, but I think youve made a small mistake, I said carefully. It wouldnt do to insult a worried mom. The older cervid lady was clearly distressed. She was also gathering a crowd.

Those cervid whod previously been staring at us secretively and from the corner of their eyes now had an excuse to stare and they were using it to the fullest.

The older cervid lady waved her cane around, then brought it down onto the wood of the bridge with a hard clack. She stomped forwards with only the slightest limp of one of her forelimbs. Wheres my Deiter! Whatve you done with him?

I glanced to my friends, then back to the lady. Im sorry, miss, but I dont know who Deiter is.

My son! she shouted. My son that you fawnapped.

I pointed to myself. Me? Id never kidnap... okay, look miss, I havent kidnapped anyone today. If you need help looking for your son, then maybe we can help you? Were pretty handy!

There was a lot of murmuring going on in the crowd of cervid around us, and I had the impression they werent overly happy with the scene going on. A lot of those mean looks were directed at us.

The cervid lady stomped closer, raising her cane over her head. Give me back my Deiter or I swear on the gods and the World that Illd beat you myself!

I raised my hands before me, empty so that it was clear I didnt mean any harm. Miss, I dont know who Deiter is. We didnt kid--- fawnnap anyone.

The lady screeched and I winced as her cane came racing down.

It smacked into Amaryllis outstretched talon with a meaty thwap. My friend closed her hand around the long wooden stick and an electrical arc snapped at the air. A moment later, the stick cracked apart at the middle, bits of wooden shrapnel flopping to the ground as the cane broke in half. Maam, we are travellers passing through your town. Nothing more. Calm yourself, Amaryllis said.

That was a bit direct, but I suppose she had been about to smack me.

Fawnnappers! You heard the bird! She admits it!

What? Amaryllis snapped in stupefied amazement. I did no such thing! Have you gone senile? You look too old by half to have a child!

The lady was a little more elderly, but that didnt mean anything. Maybe she adopted?

Alright, alright, whats going on here? a deep voice said. An older cervid stepped up. He was tall and barrel-chested, with a bit of a paunch. I think, if he were a human, hed have what they called a dad bod. But he wasnt human so I really wasnt sure how to describe the cervid stepping onto the bridge. Myrtle, what are you doing?

Theyre the ones who kidnapped Deiter! the old fawn lady, Myrtle, said. She stabbed a finger at me and my friends with what was left of her cane. There were more murmurs from the crowd.

The big cervid crossed his arms. Alright. Do you have any proof?

Theyre strangers! Myrtle said.

True, he replied, his eyes turning towards us. Do you have anything to say for yourselves, strangers?

What? Amaryllis asked. Thats enough for you? Someone shows up who you dont know and you just assume the worst of them? What kind of backwards uneducated hovel-filled heap is this?

The cervid snorted. You seem to be making your own assumptions, miss, he replied.

Amaryllis mouth shut with a click.

I glanced up. It wasnt noon yet, but it was getting closer to it. My tummy was also starting to feel a bit empty, which was as good an indicator of the time as any. Is there an inn here? I asked.

Sorry, Im afraid not. We have a general store and a smithy that I run. Thats about the whole of it. Riverstart is mostly farmers, lumberjacks, and a few odds and ends. Good folk trying to make a life for themselves on the old frontier.

Oh. Well, it looks like a very nice town, I said.

Cody regarded us for a moment, and I felt as though we were being judged. Say, youre Explorers, arent you? Do you think you could handle our Myrtle problem?

What do you mean, Myrtle problem? Myrtle asked, seemingly incensed. Im not a problem, my missing son is the problem!

We dont actually know that its an issue, Amaryllis pointed out.

Ah, we might be able to ask around here about... you know, our diplomat problem, Awen said. Or maybe someone here knows someone who might know better in Fort Middlesfaire.

One of the mayors eyebrows perked. Whats this then?

Can we discuss this in a more private setting, perhaps? Amaryllis asked. I think weve entertained the town enough for one day.

Mayor Cody nodded, then gestured to the general store and smithy on the other side of the bridge. Come, well talk by the forge. I need to keep stoking it, anyway.

What about my son? Myrtle asked.

Ill talk to these misses about it, Myrtle.

Theyre just children, she snapped. And girls besides.

Amaryllis puffed out. And a minute ago you thought we were able to kidnap your son? Did your egg crack before you hatched, you-- I placed a hand over Amaryllis mouth, which didnt stop her from ranting but it did turn her rather mean words into mumbles that no one could understand.

I think that maybe we should go our separate ways for now, Miss Myrtle, I said. It was nice meeting you... I guess?

I dragged Amaryllis across the bridge. My friend looked quite ready to smack the elderly cervid lady around, but I tugged her along before she could do anything regretful.

I am sorry about Myrtle. For what its worth, I dont think anyone sensible in town will actually listen to her. Weve seen her behaviour for long enough to be used to it. Its good drama, which is hard to come by in these parts, and most folk dont put much credit in what she says.

Then why do you allow her to continue? Awen asked.

What else are we to do? Kick her out of the town? Shes not healthy enough to be on her own, nor would it be honourable to leave a woman to fend for herself in the wilds. This may no longer be the frontier anymore, but its no less dangerous at times. Her son keeps her in line. Or did.

Amaryllis huffed. He probably ran away from her.

Good for him. Still, it would behoove us to make sure hes well, Cody said as we approached the blacksmiths shop. The side was built with a big sliding door that was opened up into the forge itself. Even with such a big opening, the space around the forge was smokey. At least it smelled nice, like fire and leather and that weird smell that burning metal had. So, what is it that the Guild sent you here to find? he asked.

It wasnt quite accurate, but it was a good guess on his part. I wanted to correct him, but then held back. We were supposed to be subtle. Amaryllis spoke up before I could make up my mind. An airship crashed in the region, and the owners of it would like to know where and how. So we were dispatched to explore the area.

Not quite the truth, but not entirely untrue.

"Huh." Cody scratched his chin, staring off into the distance. "Well, I think I know someone who might know a thing or two about that, he said. And it just so happens to be in roughly the direction I think Deiter went in.

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