Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Eight - Return of the Bun

Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Eight - Return of the Bun

Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Eight - Return of the Bun

Haha! Youre here!

I found myself grinning at the welcome. The Exploration Guild was just as I remembered. A big room with a huge fireplace, shelves laden with artifacts, a well-stocked bar, and of course, a multitude of old men and women sitting around and not doing very much exploring.

At this rate, it might have been more accurate to call it the Old Gossips Guild. But that would have maybe been a bit rude.

Hi Uncle, Awen said with a bob of her head.

Abraham hopped out of his seat and was across the room in a blink. My friends and I cowered back into the entranceway, but that didnt matter. Abraham was upon us... and then he was gone, and there was a conspicuous lack of Awen by my side.

Everyone! Abraham roared. This is my favourite niece! She's the best damned mechanic that you sorry lot have ever seen! Haha!

Judging by the mortification on Awens face, she was currently trying to cast a new spell, maybe something like dig hole right under her feet, but it wasnt going to work with Abrahams arm around her back keeping her in place.

Ah, I remember when we first learned of her talent! I brought back this fine Snowlander crossbow that Id lost a few years ago and had just found in the possession of this forest troll near Elkensteel! Thing was bent out of shape and stank to high heavens! Now, I brought the thing home, thinking Id dunk it in some soap then toss it in the trophy cabinet, but the next thing I know, little Awen here had it taken apart!

Uncle, Awen whined.

Then I watched her put it back together! It didnt work, but I was impressed anyway! Haha!

Uncle! Awen whined louder. I started moving closer; being that red in the face couldnt be healthy.

Abraham finally let go of Awen so that he could place his hands on his hips and push his chest out, the very image of a prideful old man. Shes taken to the Bristlecone traditions, she has! Been running around all over, setting fires and tossing cats into trees and the like. And she has my signature good looks! Haha! Mathilde, youve got an unmarried daughter, dont you? The spinster in charge of that ladys club! I bet Awen and her would get along!

U-uncle! Awen shouted. She swiped at Abraham, smacking him in the arm and setting off a loud guffaw from the big guy.

I came up behind Awen and patted her comfortingly on the back. Its okay, its okay, I said.

Yes, you probably dont have anything to worry about, Calamity said. People this old, they wont remember much come morning.

There was a sudden heat as the tension in the room rose. Some dozen old adventurers were focusing their gazes on him.

I was... joking? Calamity said. He raised his hands in surrender, a rather wooden smile on his face.

Abraham, someone said from across the room. You do know that youre not allowed to bring non-members here, right?

I glanced over, then blinked. The speaker was a short grenoil woman with a long scar across her face and more wrinkles than a deflated gasbag. Mathilde, the leader of the Port Royal Exploration Guild. Hello, Mathilde! I said with a wave.

Miss Bunch, she said. Miss Albatross.

Oh! Im a captain now! I said. Its pretty nice. I should show you the Beaver one day. Its a really good exploration ship.

The grenoil raised her brows a little. Really now? Well, as a captain you might be able to understand operational security. This part of the building is for members of the guild only. Its just about the only rule I can manage to enforce with this lot, and I dont want to go breaking it now.

Bah! Abraham bahd. Awen ought to be a member too, then. And the cat can join too.

Sure, Calamity said. Wait, it doesnt cost anything, does it?

Mathilde stared at Calamity for a moment, one eyebrow slightly raised. There's an initiation fee, she began, her voice dripping with dry sarcasm, which is primarily paid in common sense and good judgement. But don't worry, we have an occasional exception clause."

Abraham chortled. "That's a good one, Mathilde! Remember the time they tried to make that cow an honorary member?"

Mathilde sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Not in front of the guests, Abe. And if you want your niece to join, then she can go through the usual channels. You too, she said, the last aimed at Calamity who gave her a quick salute.

Well then! What are we waiting for? Ten minutes and youll have your pins! Come on! Abraham said before he swept Awen and Calamity out of the room. Neither really had a choice in the matter since Abraham had made up his mind already.

"We're not really sure," Amaryllis admitted. "But we do know the infection spreads from one dungeon to another, and the World is convinced that Evil Roots are dangerous. So dangerous that it gives out quests to destroy a dungeon that shows any sign of infection."

Mathilde pinned us both with a look. I felt a chill crawl up my spine, even as Amaryllis unconsciously gulped.

The pressure let up. "I see," Mathilde said, and I shifted guiltily. Something told me she believed we'd killed dungeons before.

"...Returning to the Rainnewt issue," Mathilde graciously changed the subject. "I assume you're implying that Rainnewt also knows of the Evil Root infection, and that is why he is trying to start a war which would activate the dungeon-destruction plans that most nations claim not to have."

"Yes," Amaryllis nodded. "Or rather, that's our only real guess."

"If so, it's more of an excuse than an explanation," Mathilde stated. "If he really cared about stopping the Evil Roots, he would report it to governments and guilds--even shout it from the rooftops if he had to. He would try to form a unified front against the infection, instead of driving nations into ruinous infighting."

I blinked. Was that something I should have been doing? I could scream from a rooftop with the best of them.

"As I said, it's a guess," Amaryllis said. "And even apart from your counterargument, it's also possible to purge the infection from a dungeon without killing it."

"Oh?" Mathilde sounded even more focused, if that were possible.

"S-Rank cleaning will do it," I offered.

"I see." Her gaze measured me.

Amaryllis sighed. "At this point ... I don't know what's going through Rainnewt's head. I think you may be right, and he's just formulated an excuse to satisfy his desire to visit mayhem upon our world."

We cant allow that, Mathilde said, her gaze shifted between Amaryllis and me. Did you find evidence of his whereabouts, or of his plans?

We have some leads, but nothing concrete. We managed to thwart his attempt to smuggle weapons into Port Royal from the Snowlands. He was working with a harpy noble to push his agenda. The weapons were being brought here, specifically for the wedding.

Is he an idiot? Mathilde asked. I wouldnt dare try to interrupt a dragons wedding, and I cant imagine thats all he was planning to do if weapons were being brought over. That wont start a war, itll start an international catastrophe.

We stopped it, I said. Maybe? I think? But were worried that Rainnewt might have backup plans to ruin Booksies wedding with."

Amaryllis leaned forward. We need the Exploration Guilds resources. We need to pool our knowledge and find him before he executes another one of his empty-headed schemes.

Mathilde stared at both of us, and I felt the tension ramping up as the seconds ticked on. I fidgetted in my seat, started to say something, but paused, then waited some more.

I felt some sweat pooling at the small of my back, but didnt dare reach over to do anything about it.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she leaned back into her chair. Very well. How can the guild help? I feel like were partially responsible for his previous actions. I should have caught on to him sooner, then none of this mess would be happening.

We need to find out what hes planning. I imagine that hell probably strike during the wedding. He seems overly fond of attacking big, obvious events. Hes exceptionally dramatic that way.

Were hardly good security, Mathilde said. If I set the guilds veterans to watch over the wedding, half of them will be busier with the catering than looking for anything suspicious. And itll only be worse if theres wine involved.

Can you help in other ways, then? Amaryllis asked. You must have contacts within the city. I imagine whatever Rainnewt is doing will require agents in the city. Theyre bound to do something suspicious.

Mathilde nodded. We can do that. Ill have the next few teams that return stay in the area. Some of them have no experience with this kind of thing, but I can think of a few individuals that know their way around. What about the dragoness?

Cholondee, or Rhawrexdees mom? I asked.

Cholondee, Mathilde said. Shes become the de facto leader of the citys underground. I dont think she pays much attention to her own faction, apart from its earnings, but this whole thing might interest her greatly.

I glanced at Amaryllis, then nodded. I guess thatll have to be our next stop, I said. You take care of the political sorts, and well handle the dragons!

I almost felt bad. Mathilde had gotten the short end of that deal.

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