Chapter 2.2: Miana Kell

Chapter 2.2: Miana Kell

A candle burned in the lab's corner on the second floor of the Newt and Demon. The slow drizzle outside gave way to a downpour, the open window providing a constant drone of noise. Several chairs sat by the open window surrounding a table. Theo sat, drumming his fingers on the table as the mad wizard went around his lab, remarking about everything.

The situation was something he expected, though. It was amazing that no wizards, or other folk interested in the appearance of an outworlder, had showed up to inspect Theo. Things seemed to fall by the wayside in Qavell, a fact not unnoticed by the alchemist. Tresk stood at the far end of the room, arms folded as she watched the wizard. Her figure was hardly imposing, standing at nearly half the height of the Dronon and several heads shorter than the elf. There was no need to inspect the Archmage. It was obvious he was a high level, and that action was often seen as rude in this world.

Uharis pricked his finger on the spikes of the [Drogramath Still] cursing before turning to meet Theos gaze. He managed a sheepish smile, then shrugged.

Azrug appeared at the top of the stairs, Theos shopkeeper. The boy had recently gained his cores, finding himself with useful, mercantile cores that made his job easier. His sister ran the towns tavern, a woman who bore the same sharp, hawkish features and pale red skin. He lingered there, eavesdropping without a thought to stealth.

Uharis straightened up, smoothing back a head of greasy hair. Theo couldnt stand the stench of the man and withdrew a bottle of [Cleansing Scrub] from his inventory, crossing the room and thrusting it into the Archmages hand.

You stink, Theo said.

Ah, yes, Uharis said, dumping the entire bottle over his head.

Youre just supposed to use a drop, stinky, Tresk said.

No, Theo said. Its better this way.

Light swirled around the Archmage, furiously scouring away the mans horrid smell. After a moment, he let out a long breath and smiled. This has already been enlightening, but I have some questions, Uharis said.

Questions will cost you, Azrug blurted from the door.

Merchants, Uharis said with a shrug. So discerning.

Questions for questions, Theo said, thinking on his feet for once. Ill ask you one, then you ask me one.

Well, thats fair. I had a line of questioning closer to how are you handling the transition, but I see youre handling it well, Uharis said.

The Elf bore a crooked grin that Theo didnt want to trust. Hed learned recently that information was valuable.

The world-wide monster wave, Theo said. What do you know about it?

World-wide? Certainly not. Thats nonsense. Oh, naturally you ask about this firsthow did you even know? Sorry, that was a question, Uharis said, clearing his throat. Across all of Iaredin? Not likely. It seems to be localized to Etul, but perhaps even more localized to the southlands of Qavell.

Theo had more questions about that. He didnt know what Iaredin or Etul was. He shuffled uncomfortably, facing the fact that he wasnt well informed in this world. His haste to build up Broken Tusk left fragments of information that couldnt be filled so quickly. Uharis picked up on this and broadened his grin.

Ill allow a follow-up question to that. I can see your confusion, Uharis said.

Iaredin and Etul, Theo said, his face flushing. I dont know what those are.

Ah! An easy one. You know, Im an instructor for some of the more prestigious scholarly cults in the realm, Uharis said, beaming. Allow me to instruct you.

Iaredin is what people call the world, Etul is the continent were on, Tresk said, scowling.

Uharis shot her a baleful gaze. Iaredin is more than the name of the world, girl. Well, I guess thats what it is, but

Thats all I wanted to know about that, Theo said, waving a dismissive hand.

Well, I thought you were one that enjoyed knowledge, Uharis said, puffing up. Ill spare the lecture. Iaredin is from the old Elf tongue, and Etul was constructed by the Humans. Now, my turn. Who brought you here? This was not a standard transition.

Theo knit his brow. That question was harder to answer than giving a simple name. The entity that sent him to this world never gave its true name, simply earning the title of Harbinger from the alchemists planet. He thought about giving the Elf the runaround but decided against it.

I dont know its name, Theo started, drifting into his thoughts for a moment. An entity. It looked like a bird-person. I dont think he caused the end of my world. It was just watching.

Curious, Uharis said, nodding. A watcher of some kindIve heard of such beings. Well, Ive read about them. In folk tales and legend, but theres never been a first-hand account.

It had to be powerful, right? Theo asked.

Most people shrugged him off when he talked about the Harbinger. They knew nothing about the entity and provided little in the way of information. Even a folktale was more than he could hope for.

That doesnt count as your question, Uharis said, striding across the room. He made an excited noise when he found the teapot, materializing something from his inventory and dropping it inside. With a slight gesture, the teapot floated into the air and a small flame appeared underneath. Naturally, it must be powerful. Even gods have trouble crossing between dimensions, even between their own realm and ours. To pierce the veil between our world and yours. Now, thats power. Your question.

What can we do about our dungeons? Theyre growing in power, Theo asked.

Uharis swiped his hand, stoking the fire under the teapot. Nothing. I wont play dragons claw with you. Ill lay it out plainly. This seems to be your chief concern, and I dont blame you. As mayor, its your duty to protect this town. Theres a concentration of magic, something unnatural. This is a lecture, but Ill be brief. Sometimes dungeons form a connection. It requires study, but I believe the four dungeons I detect around here are all connected with each other, and other dungeons throughout the kingdom. The alteration is intentional.

Who? Tresk asked, baring her teeth.

Ah, answer that and youll have a kings bounty, Uharis said. Although I didnt agree to answer any more questions. No, I suppose it's academic. No, Ill pose another question. May I stay here for a week? The concentration of magic here is particularly powerful.

Ten gold, Azrug blurted out. All eyes turned to him, forcing the red on his cheeks to go a deep shade of crimson.

Shrewd, Uharis said. Do you know what my salary is with the order, boy? Dont answer that.

Wizards find all kinds of magical things. Youre level 80! You have at least 9 cores, Azrug said, narrowing his eyes. You can afford it.

I have 11 cores, Uharis said, flashing a devious grin. That is a secret worth selling, boy. Fine, 5 gold upfront, then 5 when Im done.

The Elf produced five coins from nowhere and handed them to Theo. The alchemist didnt hesitate to shove them in his inventory. He expected the tax collector to show up 5 days ago, but still hadnt heard from the capital. The meeting, which he was dangerously late for, was to talk about that.

Thank you, Theo said.

Youre most welcome, Theo, Uharis said.

Theo didnt remember giving the Elf his name, but he reasoned the Archmage had methods for obtaining that.

Uharis finally poured a cup of tea and slurped it down without cooling the steaming liquid. He grimaced, let out a long breath, then yelped. The Elf slouched for a second before straightening out again, pounding his chest and nodding to himself. He marched out of the lab without saying another word.

Fenian knowswithout a doubt, Tresk said. That Elf is hiding something.

Seems like everyone is hiding something, Theo said. I think I need to talk to Miana.

Miana Kells house sat on the southern edge of Broken Tusk, far from the northern center of town. It was a squat, level 1 seed core house made of stone and a slatted roof. The chimney that poked from the edge of the roof bore wisps of a fire. Theo knocked on the door and a moment later, she answered.

Miana was a hard woman at the best of times. Shed been tempered in the fires of leadership, even when she wanted to do anything else. She was as tall as Theo, as most Half-Ogres were, with light olive skin and her black hair kept short. The look in her eyes was one of constant annoyance, but the alchemist smiled.

Hello, Miana, Theo said.

Youre ruining my retirement, Miana said. Still, she gestured for him to come inside.

Theo sat near the fireplace, swishing his tail to the side and regarding the interior. It was a simple home. Some ancient heraldry hung from the far wall near the window, a bed sitting in the far corner. Miana sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her face and groaning.

What do you want? Miana asked.

Ive put this off for longer than I care to admit, Theo said, withdrawing 2 gold coins from his inventory. He handed them over to her, watching as the system flashed a window into his vision.

[Pay Your Debts] Complete!

The quest came with no rewards, but it felt good to have it out of his quest long, which was now empty. Miana smiled, nodding.

Is that the actual reason youre here? Miana asked.

She could sense that he had more on his mind than paying his debts. Something lingered in the back of his mind that he wanted to bring to the fore.

Who forced you out of the mayor's position? Theo asked.

Mianas eyes lit up for a moment, extinguishing immediately. It wasnt something that Theo missed; he was far too perceptive.

I stepped down on my own. You were doing a great job, Miana said, almost monotone.

Well, if that isnt a pile of Karatan crap, Theo said. Out with it. Ive got too little information as it is. I dont need someone in my town that wants to hide secrets.

Your town, Miana said, shaking her head. Yes, I suppose this is your town. Perhaps all the southlands are yours, as well. Maybe even the pass into the seawhy not the ocean itself? You can have the desert and Khahar while youre at it. Why not build a kingdom?

Come on, Theo said, his shoulders slumping. I took the position to help people.

Miana regarded him for a moment before staring into the fire. Her eyes lingered there for a moment, as though something was on the edge of her mind.

A man, Miana said. Something broke inside her then, Theo could see. Contacted me through the crystal. I was given instructions before you arrived.

Theos brow knit tight on his forehead, sweat forming in the deep-set paths. The fire was blisteringly hot, but Miana stoked it that way.

Thats not possible, Theo said. Who could have known Id arrive here?

Miana managed a sheepish shrug, turning her attention to picking at the fabric of her bedsheets. She was more of a scolded child at that moment, all bravado fell away in thick plates of shame. He wondered how long shed been keeping this secret, and the cost of it all.

How long? Theo asked.

Years, Miana said with a shrug. Gods, I cant even remember anymore.

The ex-mayor pulled a notebook out from a cupboard and flicked through the pages, pressing her finger on one and shaking her head. A look of pain flashed across her face.

850, Year of Balkors Betrayal, Miana said. 23 years ago.

Whatever distrust for Miana he felt melted away at that moment. Shed been sitting on a secret for that long, telling no one. The cost must have been too great to betray this man, whoever he was. This left the alchemist with more questions than answers, a state of being he was growing accustomed to.

What did he say, exactly? Theo asked.

Miana turned, holding the journal so it caught the light of the fire. In the 873rd year of Balkors Betrayal, a demon will appear in Broken Tusk. From the Earth into the sky then the farm. Nurture him, for he will turn the tide.

Her voice was a lilting thing, barely above a whisper.

Theos heart was hammering hard in his ears. The confluence of events hed predicted went wider than he expected. The entire thing was some damned prophecysomething he wanted nothing to do with. He was left with a single question. How deep did it go?

Anything else? Theo asked, swallowing his fear.

Instructions, Miana said, shrugging. Keep the town at a low level, preserve the alchemists building, and manage the dungeons.

Theo stood, pacing between the fireplace and the door. This is too much, Miana. No one knows?

Not a soul, Miana said. He had collateral.

There it was. The thing the alchemist feared from the outset. His list of suspects was long, but Drogramath was on the top of it. There was also Fenian, but that didnt line up well. The Harbinger could have been at the root, but that entity seemed uninterested at best. Then there were the countless actors in the kingdom of Qavell, including the Order of the Burning Eye.

Did you get what was yours back? Theo asked.

A smile played across her face, something that drove a dagger through Theos heart. Yes.

Theo moved to the door, placing a shaking hand on the handle. His body trembled, clothes soaked through with a mixture of rainwater and sweat. For the first time since his arrival in the town, he doubted. He doubted himself. His ability to see them through whatever storm was on the horizon. The idea that his cause was just.

I need to gather my thoughts, Theo said, his voice quavering. Ill be back with more questions.

Theo, Miana called, forcing him to turn around. She had tears in her eyes, begging relief at the corners. Another dagger through his heart. Youre a good mayor. Whatever this was, you were the right pick.

I feel like Ill need to be more than good, Theo said, something catching in his throat.