Chapter One-Hundred Seventy-Nine

Chapter One-Hundred Seventy-Nine

I had been considering not bothering Tarl with the weird invaders, since Im pretty sure he wont know what they are, either. But Im pretty sure he will at least have a better idea of just how bad they are, and might have an inkling of what we might be dealing with for them, too.

I almost need to have Fluffles drag Teemo away from Yvonne and playing with the arrows, but reminding them its day now helps remind them how long they were playing with the new toy. I think being reminded also made Yvonne aware of the soreness in her arms she had been ignoring from pulling a bow for so long, so shes back to the guild for another bath and/or a massage.

I ask Thing to copy Honeys notes so Teemo can deliver them to Tarl and the rest of the ODA. While Ill be keeping secret the fact that the things type isnt the first otherworldly thing Ive been involved with, I dont mind the guild at large knowing about something this potentially dangerous. If the worst happens, they have a lot more resources at their disposal than I do.

Teemo gets a lift from Poe, who I think actually enjoys visiting the various people around town. He doesnt get a chance to do it often, and it could help the big bird come out of his shell a bit. He pecks the door and waits, and soon Tarl opens it.

I thought it might have been you again, Poe. Youre the only one who bothers to knock. Teemo usually just barges in.

Hey! Im not big enough to barge anywhere! I slip in, thank you very much! declares my Voice with mock indignation, much to the smile of Tarl.

Ah, of course. Howre you doing, Teemo? Oh, please come in. Are you going to stay as well, Poe? asks the elf, and I can feel Poe asking for direction.

You can hang out if you want. The returning expedition birds and wolves can wait for you. Most of the home scouting isnt in any real rush. Hes a bit conflicted, but eventually decides to stay, and so he follows Tarl in with Teemo still on his back.

How was your trip, Teemo? I would have tried to check in on you earlier, but having an apprentice is more work than I expected.

Berdol looks up from his books and notes, giving Tarl a glower to try to hide a happy smirk. Being an apprentice is a lot more work than I expected, too! I cant even remember the last time I had homework!

That earns smiles from everyone, and Telar speaks up from her desk as she stands. How do you take your tea, Marshal Poe? The kettle needs filling, so I may as well prepare some for everyone.

Poe looks a bit lost, but Teemo is there to rescue him. I think hed probably like it straight, but with some of those cookies. I like mine with plenty of honey, please. In a thimble, if you can manage.

Telar nods and heads into the back, already knowing how her coworkers like their tea. Tarl relaxes at his desk and motions for Poe to take a seat. Poe looks at the chair, then to Tarl with a bird-smirk, before simply pushing it aside to settle himself.

Tarl shakes his head. Im going to need to get a perch, arent I. Anyway what brings you both? With both the Voice and the Marshal, should I have my recording stone? Or should I very specifically not use my recording stone?

This can be as official as you like. The Boss has asked around a bit already, but nobody has had much in the way of answers. If your guild doesnt know about these things, they probably should start learning. Take a look, he says and hops onto the desk, where he sets the copy of the notes.

Poe shakes his head and eyes the tea tray, curious about the little snacks on it. Teemo shrugs. Sure. Ill leave the notes here, theyre a copy of the ones the Boss has. With that, he hops onto Tarls open hand, and the two start walking back to me, with Tarl speaking up once theyre out on the street, though he keeps his voice lowered.

Can I speak with you in your Sanctum, please?

Teemo gives him a sideways look. Sure. Got something important to talk about?

Yes, is his simple reply. That kind of terseness usually means something big, so we should probably get on that.

Once back inside my borders, Teemo leads him through a long series of shortcuts, not so much to disorient him, but to ensure anyone following will be fully lost, before taking him to my Sanctum. Once there, Tarl doesnt mince words.

Thedeim knows what these things are, doesnt he.

Me and Teemo both are surprised at that, and confused. No? What makes you think he does?

Tarl stares at Teemo for a few long seconds, then deflates, slumping into a chair. That night, when I looked at his core. I saw a vision. A vision of cities the size of small nations, of potent and wondrous artifice in everyday life, of towering spires of glass that would blot out the sky just as much as they reflect it. And I saw weird voids shaped like people, living their lives. The way you describe the invaders type, it seems like the same kind of void.

I was starting to think it was just some weirdness of the vision, showing me some kind of lost age Thedeim is from, maybe even of his own dwellers at some point, I dont know. But the way you describe the type its the same kind of thing, isnt it.

I really wish I could exchange a look with Teemo right now, but even if I could, I dont think hed have much advice for what to tell him. How would I explain where I came from? I tried once with Aranya and Yvonne, but I dont think they quite got it either.

But theres no real point in dwelling on my origin, especially when I cant explain it in any way that makes sense.

He says the things in your vision are not the invader. At first, he thought they might be warped versions, but theres practically nothing in common, aside from the weird barrier, I guess? The Boss thinks theyre from somewhere else. Somewhere sideways? Its a weird concept of his, basically a place thats not here, and here doesnt want those things here, which is why the barrier.

Can he beat them? asks Tarl, looking like hes not certain he wants the answer.

Hes sure going to try. And if he cant well, thats why he wanted to get those notes to the rest of your guild. If we cant handle them, maybe they can.

Tarl glances towards the entrance to the bedrooms and my core, and slowly shakes his head. You have more confidence in the guild than I do.