Book 8: Chapter 5: I

Book 8: Chapter 5: I

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Wall Lord Ilvriss collapsed during a routine inspection of Mining Shaft #4 currently in the possession of the Gemscale family of Salazsar.

It was, to all present, sudden. One second he was upright, frowning over the adamantine ore recently discovered in this valuable seam. He put a claw to his head, as if with a sudden migraine and then just folded up.

One of the Gnoll [Foremen] caught him before he fell over. The next second there was chaos. Half the people present went running for a [Healer] or grabbed emergency potionstried to drag Ilvriss to a safe place.

Within minutes, there was a crowd as all work halted. And rumor shot through the city faster than someone could run. People were saying that there was gas in the mining shaftor that Ilvriss had been poisoned.

Shriekblade, the Named Adventurer currently employed by Ilvriss, didnt make things any better. She materialized as if springing from a shadow, and drew her enchanted daggers on the Gnoll trying to check for Ilvriss pulse.

Until a [Healer] arrived from the Gemscale family and another new adjutant, Captain Shieldscale formerly of Pallass, no one could so much as touch Ilvriss. Shriekblade refused to let even a potion touch him.

Wall Lord Ilvriss came around barely ten minutes later to the huge commotion. The [Healer] didnt detect either poison or malign magic, but she administered a healing-stamina tonic and he was back on his feet within a minute despite the offers to bear him by litter to the Gemscale family tower.

I will accept a palanquin when Ive lost a leg, Foreman Graer, thank you.

The Wall Lords words, and the incident, were all the talk in Salazsar for the rest of the day. Ilvriss himself arrived at the most reputable [Healer] in Salazsar within thirty minutes, taking the time to reassure people he was well and walk at a measured pace.

It didnt end there, of course.

It never did.

-

Extreme stress and fatigue. When did you last get a full nights sleep, Wall Lord?

The [Renowned Tincturist], Merla Topaz, removed her Spectacles of Identification and put them securely in the padded case. She took a seat as the Wall Lord sat up.

You must be joking, Healer Merla.

She frowned at him as she went around her cabinets, removing a little paper envelope and slipping some bright, transparent purple pills into it.

I never do when it comes to medicine, Wall Lord. Stress. Fatigue. Ive seen it before. Your father never had it, but your grandfather did and countless Wall Lords and Ladies have suffered from the same. Stress, overworkI wouldnt have expected you to come down with it. Normally it manifests when a company is failing. And its rarer among younger males of any species, but I am not wrong.

The purple-scaled Drake took a minute to sit there and process it. He couldnt believe it. Stress? Of all the things

It was both ignoble and embarrassing. He didnt even remember fainting, just feeling weak for a moment and then

Youre quite sure?

Absolutely, Wall Lord.

Its not poison gas? Lack of oxygen? It gets harder to breathe sometimes in the mining shafts

The old Drake, who had greying scales but a remarkably healthy body for her age of 80+, sighed. She could have passed for someone twenty years younger, a product of Skills, no doubt.

If youd like me to say so, Wall Lord, I will. This is of course confidential, but the city does like to gossip

No. No, Healer Merla. Thank you for the consideration, but no.

Wall Lord Ilvriss had to struggle for a second before saying that. He was tempted to say yes, but understood in a moment that trying to cover the real reason for his fainting was a pointless endeavor that would probably backfire in time.

Stress. He stared at himself in the large mirror, which was an antique artifact used to diagnose patients. Merla had used Spectacles of Identification for bad spells, her own Skills and knowledge, and a Mirror of Wellness to confirm.

The Mirror showed Ilvriss as he was, but also a faint fugue about him, dark, like fog. If he had been sick or poisoned, it would have marked parts of him beset by his ailments.

It was a wonderful relic for a [Healer] of her level and reputation. Ilvriss wondered if it could show whether you were alive or not. Then againa good spy would never let themselves be taken to a [Healer] of Merlas standing.

Unless she was undead. But that was another Waisrabbit hole you could get stuck downespecially since the damned animals tended to collapse their burrows such that only a teleporting creature could hop from section to section.

What, Healer Merla?

How long since you had a good nights sleep, Wall Lord?

The Drake woman repeated herself patiently. Ilvriss frowned.

I slept every day this week.

For how long?

SFThree hours last night. But I took breaks throughout the day.

He admitted reluctantly. Merla raised an eyebrow.

And the rest of the week? Similar? You know stamina potions do not replace sleep, Wall Lord? And unless you were sleeping under the effects of a Skill, that seems too low, even for [Twofold Rest].

Ilvriss rubbed at his face. He had not been using Skills. It sounded bad when you said it outright, too. Glumly, he looked at the other Drake, with her faded rose-grey scales.

I suppose the only cure is?

Rest, of course. Here are pills for two weeks. Take themsleep at least eight hours each night. They should keep you down and out.

He accepted the envelope and sighed.

I will, Healer. Its just that

She pointedly folded her arms and Ilvriss hesitated. Of course, he was a Wall Lord, one of the richest families in Salazsar and the ruling class, since Salazsar was made up of only the Walled Families and had no higher power.

And Merla, despite being a [Healer], was a citizen. However, she had also tended to his family since he was a squalling Drake baby and you did not simply talk back to her.

We all must rest, Wall Lord. I cant do more than give you pillsalthough that will keep you restedbut there are ways to relieve stress or anxiety besides Calming TonicsI can make up a list if youd like.

She waited. Ilvriss shook his head after a moment and forced a smile.

That wont be necessary, Healer. I know the root of myweakness. I will deal with it and get proper rest, thank you.

She saw him off. No one spoke of payment; shed bill his family.

There was a crowd outside, but Captain Shieldscale, or Osthia Blackwing as he knew her, had a carriage drawn.

To your tower, Wall Lord?

Yes, Captain. Thank you.

He nodded at her; the bright blue-scaled Drake was more than capable after a few months in Salazsar. He noted a shadow detach herself from the clinic.

Shriekblade. The observers drew back slightly as the blank-faced Named Adventurer walked forwards.

They were an odd comparison. Wall Lord Ilvriss was a handsome Drake, one of the most eligible bachelors in the city, even if hed never really been a target for seduction of late, but still, tall, lean, and thought of as an example for the modern Drake to emulate. His corporation of the Gemscale family was flourishing, he could and had led armies, and was thus good at both economy and war, the two things Salazsar prized.

He had royal purple scales crossed with dark red, and while not being Oldblood, was fairly ideal in most ways.

On the other claw? Shriekblade was shorter, and had more scars than you could count on the visible parts of her body. She was a Named Adventurer and thus famousbut she herself was infamous for being uncontrollable, completely mercenary, willing to switch employers for better pay, and essentially being a walking weapon you pointed at monsters or your enemies.

Tessa. Is that you?

Healer Merla stopped in the doorway of her clinic. Shriekblade paused a moment in climbing into the carriage.

Hello, Healer Merla. I am Tessa.

Her voice was inflectionless. So much so it made some of the Drakes and Gnolls watching shudder. But Merla just looked concerned.

Youve taken too many potions again. When did you last come in for a checkup?

Five months ago.

Why dont you stop by tonight?

I am employed.

ShriekAdventurer Tessa. I believe Healer Merla should do a routine checkup. I will send her by tonight, Healer.

Thank you, Wall Lord.

Shriekblade didnt react as she climbed into the carriage. Ilvriss sat as Captain Shieldscale ordered the driver to get the carriage moving. Theyd have to climb the tower on foot, but this separated them from the gossip and crowd for a moment.

He sat, Shriekblade sitting across from him, and felt the prickle on his scales even now. Here was danger. Danger under his employ, but stillShriekblade was a superlative blade expert. He had seen her fight.

You know Healer Merla and make use of her services, Adventurer Tessa?

She nodded, once, looking at him then scanning the area for threats, even in the carriage. Shieldscale was riding with the driver.

She has attempted to treat me. I do not go to her anymore. She cannot help me.

I see.

The female Drake did not respond further. Ilvriss sat back.

He was aware Shriekbladeor Tessa, her infrequently used actual namewas notwell. Well, it was obvious. When she was not stone-faced and impassive, obeying orders with perfect detachment and disinterest, she was moody, dangerous, and nigh-uncontrollable. Her contract actually stipulated Ilvriss provide or pay for numerous Calming Tonics, Draughts of Serenity, Scrolls of Blank Mind, and so on.

But she then took too many and becamethis. Well, Ilvriss preferred that to the female Drake who might stab her employer as she had done on six occasions, but neither was ideal.

He cleared his throat for a topic of conversation.

Your remuneration, Shriekblade

My what?

Your pay. I assume it will go straight to the Healer of Tenbault?

Shriekblade considered this and nodded.

Yes. I will go to her soon. When I have enough money. She will make mebetter.

A note of some actual emotion flickered in her voice at this. Longing. Ilvriss nodded.

It was all public knowledge to anyone who would ever hire her. Shriekblade charged extortionate fees, but she was afraid of nothing. And when she had saved up a small fortune, she visited the Healer of Tenbault, in the north.

TheHealer. She seems to cure what ails you, Adventurer. But not permanently.

No. But she makes me all better.

May I ask how long this treatment lasts?

Months. Less.

Shriekblade looked past him, uncomfortable for once. Ilvriss nodded. Something the Healer could do fixed Shriekblade, but not permanently.

Well, it was not his business so he rode in silence, letting himself think of his collapse. An embarrassment. Shriekblade was content with the silence. He was paying her fees.

If Ilvriss had one talent in this world, it was not his acumen with a blade. Shriekblade could be said to have a talent with the blade, and if she was talented, everyone else was a clod playing with magical sticks.

Similarly, Ilvriss was not a strategic genius, an inspiring [General], nor political master, which all ran together sometimes. He could do all of these things, but it wasnt where he stood out above all others.

If he had one talent, it was making money. His power was the ability to fork over more gold than you could make in a lifetime. And to be fair, that was a pretty great power.

Except if you were fighting the Necromancer of Izril in secret. Except if you remembered that gold, money, is an indirect way of applying influence. Power is the knife in your claws.

In that sense, Shriekblade was entirely more powerful than Ilvriss. Take away her armor and gear, and she was still deadly. He couldnt even carry all his gold around, not even with the best bags of holding.

It had never really bothered him before. Money paid for lessons, armies, bodyguards, artifacts! However, he was keenly aware of it now, where every passing person might be the Necromancers agents.

Wherehe closed his eyes and his head rested against the back of the carriage. He was tired. He hadnt realized it until hed passed out.

It wasnt as if the world had imploded. It had already done that. It was justhed forgotten, that was all.

He had met Zel Shivertail, hated the Drake, thought all the rumors about him were true. A disgrace of a former war hero. Then he had learned to respect both the Tidebreakers personal battle prowess and him as a person.

Then he had died. And like himIlvriss had made the same mistake twice.

He had thought, believed in the myth of Erin Solstice. And there was something to believe. But neither she nor Zel were immortal.

They died. Good people he counted on died, and it felt like Ilvriss personal tower, like the many rising, vast skyscrapers of the mountain-city, the Walled City of Salazsarit felt like each time they died, another support was lost.

Zel Shivertail.

Erin Solstice.

Periss Veldant.

-

Wall Lady Navine Gemscale, younger sister of Ilvriss, found herself in rare company as she paced in the Gemscale family residence at the top of their tower.

That was to say, she stood with both Zail and Helessia, her father and mother, present. They rarely met.

Both were old. And both wereassisted. Although it was interesting to see in which way they chose to rely on help.

Zail had hired help, loyal Gemscale Drakes who helped him when he was lost, guarded himuntil he escaped them. Also, artifacts.

He stood tall, but wounds and age had worn at him. There was a huge scar on his chest that his clothes only partly hid. On his head, more noticeable, an indentation practically devoid of scales. A place where he had been struck in battle that had never quite healed.

Helessia on the other hand was physically unmarkedsave by sickness that kept her bedridden. Her bed actually floated, and it had been escorted here. Similarly, she had her own attendants, mostly who helped administer medicines.

Time had driven the couple apart, and there was a definite split in the Gemscale family. There had been for a long time.

Navine controlled her own company, less successful than the main Gemscale holdings, but profitable. Liberal, just as her policies were, or so her detractors claimed. She and Helessia were in a pro-Human movementwhich was to say they opposed continual war with Humans. That was pro-Human sentiments among the Drakes, as extreme as you got.

Zail on the other hand was a traditionalist who believed in the power of Salazsar. And until recently, Ilvriss had been a loyal follower of his fathers ideals.

Wellhe still probably was. Navine did not get along with Ilvriss, even if he was less grating than before. His sojourn abroad had changed him more than any of his other military expeditions or trips.

She was here, though. Because they were family despite it all and Drakes stuck together. She lashed her tail as her two parents made small talk.

Poison in the mines. It must be. Good Wall Lords have died to that before. He shouldnt go in person. No need.

Zail was talking, having repeated himself twice in the last twenty minutes. Helessia sighed.

The mines should be safe, Zail. I wonder what it is. Captain Shieldscale said he is on his way.

Who?

His new assistant, Zail. Hes introduced you before.

A moment of confusionthen guiltcrossed Zails face.

Of course I recall her.

Navine wondered if Ilvriss was bedding this new Drake. It fit his old ways; she knew about his relationship with the late Periss, his second-in-command. But she somehow doubted it. Shieldscale and Ilvriss were toofamiliar, if that made sense. Familiar, and yet not intimate.

Another mystery of why hed bother scouting a Pallassian [Captain] anyways. She wasnt high-level, just decent.

Besides which, Navine had thought shed known why Ilvriss had changed. It came down to Liscor. And the reason for his collapse? The same.

Humans. It was always Humans, one way or the other. Even soNavine wouldnt have believed it. But it fit. And as Ilvriss strode into the apartments and stopped as he saw his entire immediate family present, she solidified that hint in her mind.

Stress?

Helessia looked appalled. Zail, horrified. To him, there could be nothing more embarrassing than being brought low by something as weak as stress.

It was a bad display, father, mother. I will make another inspection, tour the mines and thank them for their help.

Tomorrow. You must rest if stress has eaten you up.

Helessia insisted. Ilvriss nodded. Zail peered at Ilvriss.

Lack of sleep did this?

A week or two of it, father. Irecalled that Id barely slept more than three or four hours the entire week.

Helessia made a dismayed sound. Zail blinked a few times.

You were never insomniac. Is it

He caught himself. Navine nodded and poured some wine for herself.

Ancestors. She hadnt believed it. But he really had fallen for a female Human in Liscor. Given her his ring and everything! He kept claiming it was a gesture of respect, not romantic bonds, but everyone knew the modern customs.

And moreshe knew the Human was dead. She even knew her name, now.

Erin Solstice. An [Innkeeper]. Ilvriss kept talking to his family, glancing at her, but she only told him shed been concerned. He thanked her, stiffly. And they went on with their lives.

-

It was not as if Erin Solstice alone had laid the Wall Lord low. Indeed, weeks had passed since the news of her death. A Summer Solstice that had brought tragedy even to Salazsar

A hundred and twelve miscarriages. People were wearing white armbands, still. Salazsar had joined the Drakes of Izril in sending more aid, more reinforcements to Rhir. And more to come. But they were debating that.

Ilvriss had been working, before and after the news came. And it had not been him throwing himself into his work either that did it.

But he was burning his candle at all ends, including the middle. He worked for almost all of his day when not exercising, eating, or, increasingly seldom, sleeping.

He worked in his company with Alrric, his Gnoll [Administrator], making sure they were making a profit. Then he visited his secret task force authorized by Salazsar, training new [Soldiers], equipping them in secret.

And thenunbeknownst to all, he would join Osthia Blackwing in poring over records, details, trying to track suspicious payments, links to Regrika Blackpaw or a certain locationlooking into mysterious absences or strange breaks in other important Drakes past lives over the last two decadesor more!

Some time in between all of this, and his frequent conversations with his father, Zail, or entertaining his closest friends, Ilvriss would find time to fit in sword practice, or do research into other cities battle tactics. Historical records and stories about wars with undead of old.

He had done this since he had come back. Work, work, and for a change, intense work. And perhaps that had been taking its invisible toll the entire time.

But it seemed more to those that knew Ilvriss that the news of two weeks ago had simplyremoved something that had been keeping it all from overwhelming him.

Hope, perhaps.

-

Wall Lord Ilvriss took a purple pill early in the night, after assuring his family he was well, sending word to Alrric to pass out some puffers or a good vintage to the mining crew hed been with as an apology, reschedule all his appointments, send word to his well-wishers and friends

He sat in his bed, popped the pill Healer Merla had given into his mouth, put his head back

And woke up with the sun shining down on his face.

What did she give me?

The Wall Lord blinked and struggled out of his bed. He feltwell, a bit more alive, but groggy, as his body began to protest getting more sleep than it was used to.

Wall Lord? Do you wish breakfast? Its two hours past your usual time

One of the employed Drakesnot servants, Drakes were particular about thatgreeted Ilvriss as he strode out of his room in some robes. He rubbed at his face.

Yes, thank you. Ill take it in the dining room. And please send Captain Shieldscale to metell Master Zelir I will be delayed, with apologies.

Of course, Wall Lord.

He had a speedy breakfast of Solin Chopa rather fancy take on a classic dish. Wherein you took a tomato, a large one, in this case a Veil Tomato from Noelictus, chewier, more succulent, and hollowed it. You re-filled it with, well, a meat and/or grain mixture. Gave it the obvious spice and toppings, which could be cheese, a gravy in this case, and surrounded it with appetizers.

It was a good meal and Ilvriss sped through it, despite the hard work of the [Chef] his family employed.

Osthia appeared halfway through the meal.

Wall Lord.

She bowed, although Ilvriss had told her in private to drop the need for formalities. But the staff were hovering; no doubt worried about him. So he greeted her in their coded parlance which was second nature by now.

Captain Shieldscale. Anything to report today?

Nothing of note, sir. Although we were going to speak on Gemscales standing forces. If youd like to delay that

No, Ill meet you in the evening. Thank you, Captain. Ill leave you to your duties until then.

She nodded as Ilvriss sighed. Nothing of note meant she hadnt uncovered another potential spy by the Necromanceror identified someone they had to get on the secret task forces side. She also looked for artifacts, through the histories, just like he did.

Excellent breakfast. My apologies for the rush, but I must be about my day. Ill take my lunch while working. Please tell my father I might not have time to meet today.

Of course, sir.

They nodded to him and he left. The Wall Lord strode out of his tower and across the interconnected bridges that crisscrossed the spires of Salazsar.

Built into the mountain. Built out of the mountain, where the Drakes and Gnolls dug and added to the city constantly. Salazsar, founded on the richest gem and mineral seam in the world. And Ilvriss, at the top of the world.

He descended to a lower point as the tower widened. Sky-terraces were common, and each spire contained the upper classes; the bottom of the city was manufacturing, public residences, and so on.

The training court was about eighty feet down, and he took a side staircase to avoid people asking if he was well. No doubt gossip would have him repeating the events and assuring people all week.

Not that the Drake he was going to visit didnt bring it up.

Stress, eh? I told you to rest, Ilvriss!

Master-Trainer Zelir, a high-level [Weapon Trainer], struck at Ilvriss cautiously to test him. Ilvriss parried and riposted.

You did, Master Zelir. I should have taken your advice. Thank you for waiting.

Ah, well. My best student says he wants to improve? What am I to do?

The Drake was old. Not as old as Merla, but Ilvriss was noting how many pivotal Drakes in his life were old.

The ones who were younger were dead.

His blade faltered and the other Drake flicked his sword through the gap. Ilvriss leaned back, with a curse. The tip caught his practice armor.

Sloppy. If I was carrying an enchanted blade, youd be bleeding. And if I was a [Duelist], that would be enchanted with Evercut and poison. So I walk away andyoure dead.

Zelir demonstrated, stepping back and spreading his arm and training sword. Ilvriss sighed, and nodded.

My attentions lacking.

Well, you did collapse. The body cant just recover in a day. But we train to fight at our worst. Soconcentrate!

Zelir was a mix of encouraging and stern. He had been Ilvriss weapon instructor since the Drake was a boy. Zail had hired him and the old mentor had been the one to make Ilvriss a fine duelist.

Among the Drake nobility. But Ilvriss had brought his trusted Coldedge Longsword to a duel with Zel Shivertail and the [General] had taken him to pieces without his elite escort.

Fair was fairthat was a Drake war hero, but Ilvriss recounted the moment to Zelir during a break.

Did I ever tell you how Zel Shivertail beat me in our battle, Master Zelir?

The old Drakes eyes sparked with interest. He wasnt too old compared to Ilvriss; he had about ten or fifteen years at most, and his Skills kept him fresh.

Tell me. You kept your guard up, I hope? Wasnt over in a flash? Im told he just charges in and has most enemies to rights in seconds. His claws

Yes. He used both, obviously, so it was me keeping him back and trying to score decisive strikes while he blocked and kept closing. He didnt chargenot after the first encounter. He actually parried a lot of my blows.

Really?

Zelir had always been a fan of Zel Shivertail, not least because they had the same name root. He leaned on his practice sword as Ilvriss demonstrated.

Well, he knew my sword was leeching his strength with every cut. Frost and Torpor enchantments.

Smart. Hes no [Duelist]was no [Duelist]how did he take you down, then? It sounds like it was your battle to lose. Yes, he has two claws for one sword, but you have a longswords reach and enchantment.

Ilvriss grimaced.

Thats what I thought. I touched him about eight times. Guess what he did? He baited me into thinking he was slowing more than I thought. I was wary of course, but then he knocked my blade down. I was ready for him to kick or slash at me. He feinted a kickthen hurled snow into my face with his tail. Next thing I know, he has my sword arm andwell, you can imagine how well I did after that.

Hed been a training dummy for the next three minutes. Hed refused to let go of his sword, but Zel Shivertail had refused to let go of his arm. Zelir laughed until he caught himself.

Really? Thats how he got you?

Ilvriss gave him a wry grin.

I was furious at the time, as I recall. I refused to surrender. I think I told the Tidebreaker to his face that a [General] does not brawl.

There you are, then. But youre wiser than you were then. Or you wouldnt put it like that. And if you didId set you straight.

Zelir swished his blade. Ilvriss nodded and set himself. They exchanged more blows, pivoting for strikes, and Ilvriss scored a point. He was about matched with Zelir without Skills, but of course, the Drake was more than just his individual ability with the blade.

Hm. Practice is done. Now, lets get to actual work.

The [Weapon Trainer] adjusted his stance. Ilvriss copied him. First the Drake performed a slow strike, then let Ilvriss watch him from the side. The Wall Lord tried to copy the new movement. He moved through the different motions of attack and defense, while Zelir watched, critically.

Youre progressing through the Llevian school quickly. But youre going to have to switch and start practicing only in that style soon.

How long until then?

Mm. One more week. Are you doing those sword cuts? No, I shouldnt tell you to do that if youve been pushing yourself.

I practice at least a hundred times when I can. I wont slack. Not when its my neck on the line.

Zelir nodded approvingly.

The Llevian school was a sword-style invented by Drakes. It had a completely different approach to combat than, well, the traditionalist methods of attack and defense.

Sword schools, blade arts, were generally Skills one picked up. Deliberately learning and mastering an entire school of fighting wasnt done. For instance, Zelir hadnt taught Ilvriss to do that; hed grounded Ilvriss like he would any basic [Warrior].

It was practicality; the young Wall Lord hadnt had an entire lifetime to devote to the sword school, which was sometimes what you needed. Why learn to parry this exact way when you could learn to cut, thrust, for whichever method suited the occasion?

Two reasons. The first was that a sword school, a good one, gave you a defense and attack for every occasion. Even so, the polyglot fighting style of most [Warriors] trumped specialization with its strengths and weaknesses.

Except that a master in a particular fighting style would unlock its unique Skills and abilities. Ilvriss focused on the two-handed blade style of the Llevian School, which actually drew from axe-style downward sweeps. You tried to ground your opponents blade by parrying in one direction, and capitalize in that moment.

It was an unusual style and Zelir had been surprised when Ilvriss brought out old Gemscale teaching manuals. But hed been willing to teach Ilvriss the style.

It was one suited for fighting opponents armed with axes, revolving around nimble, graceful strikes. Footwork was as important as parrying.

And it was also good against oversized opponents like undead. Ilvriss didnt mention that.

The fact that you wanted to learn an entire school of swordsmanshipdid you feel like your training wasnt good enough? Thats on me, although even I wouldnt expect my best student to take on the Tidebreaker.

Zelir commented from the side. Ilvriss grunted as his muscles adjusted, trying to work the new attack pattern into his body and subconscious.

Not you, Zelir. RatherI just felt like I was relying on my artifacts too much.

Thats fine for a Wall Lord.

I want to be better.

Hm. Well, I cant fault that. Youre moving too slowly, even for practice in the Denial of Action. Try again.

Ilvriss did. This was an old school that Drakes had invented, and as such also taught you how to guard your tail in combat. Alsounpleasantly or practicallyit had a number of strikes designed to de-tail your opponent. Hed declined to learn those.

His enemy was Human and used the bodies of all species.

-

The practice took an hour and Ilvriss was sore afterwards. He refused to use a healing potion though; it erased your hard work. Zelir nodded.

Same time tomorrow, then? So you can sleep properly.

A moment, Master Zelir? I wanted to consult with you.

The Drake paused. He looked to the door of the outdoor training court, dizzyingly high upalthough protected with enchantments. Stillthere were no guard rails so you could walk over the edge of the training grounds. The spells would catch you, but Ilvriss had no fear of heights after many sessions sparring on the edge of the training court. A Salazsarian bladesman could fight you on the edge of a cliff.

They sat together, dangling their legs over the edge of the training court. Below them, people were specks or walking on far distant bridges below. Ilvriss smiled.

You used to make me do this all the time for our talks.

Zelir had advised a young, sometimes moody or frustrated Ilvriss, growing up. The old trainer grinned.

Times never change. How can I help you?

Ilvriss glanced sideways. Now, here was a Drake with better swordsmanship than his. Solid, reliable. He wasnt the highest-leveled Drake in the city, but he was over Level 30. Yes, he wouldnt be as large an asset as Shriekbladebut you could trust Zelir.

Why not him? Ilvriss had a list. It was only in his head. But it had Osthia, himself, and tentatively, Shriekblade for things she could do that she wouldnt ask questions about.

It was time to expand that list. Hed dithered and wavered and tried to be sure butthe Summer Solstice and the events just before that had shown him time was running out.

I should have hired bodyguards. I should have put money into the inn. I could have hired a Gold-rank team to guard the place every hour of the day. Why didnt I?

You had a question, Ilvriss?

Zelir prompted Ilvriss. The Wall Lord looked up.

Imhunting for high-level people, Zelir. In Salazsar. This is confidential to the Walled Families

The [Weapon Trainer] gave a serious nod. Ilvriss cover was the anti-Antinium task force, and even this was secret to Zelir. Ilvriss briefly explained and the Drake whistled.

And you need some high-level Drakes to fight? Well, if you wanted my sword, Im afraid Im not the best! Not that I wouldnt mind having more students.

He gave Ilvriss a sideways glance. The Wall Lord smiled at the testing look.

I am, actually. But Zelirbeyond you. Ive looked around the city andwhy are there so few high-level Drakes in Salazsar? It feels like theres no one exceptional I can call on in our standing forces. Excellent soldiers and companies, dont get me wrong. But high-level [Warriors]? Shriekblade is an exception, butdo you see my point?

Zelir exhaled.

I do indeed, lad. That isWall Lord.

Ilvriss ignored the reflexive name. Zelir went on after a moment.

Its common to Drake cities. We have high-level [Commanders], a few heroes, extraordinary adventurers like Saliss of Lights, Shriekbladebut we do have less outstanding individuals in our armed forces. Its mostly to do with our military style compared to Humans. Do you understand what I mean?

Ilvriss tilted his head as he watched a bird fly past and give the two Drakes a side-eye.

You mean, the fact that our [Soldiers] arent Human militias?

Drakes kept larger standing armies and drilled their [Soldiers] more extensively than the norths conscripted armies, which each [Lord] had. Their City Watches, for instance, were tied into the armys strength. Zelir nodded.

Yes. Efficiency. Nothing like a Drake spear wall to hold a line. Its what were known foreven small cities have organized and drilled [Soldiers], especially compared to the Humans. Our Watch gets funding and training while theirs can be corrupt or good or bad. We have standards. It occurs to me we might have gone too far.

How so?

The Drake smoothed his neck spines as he tried to explain.

Lets say theres a monster attack. Who sorts it out? The Watch in the south as much as adventurers. So we have less adventurers. Lets say theres a battle and a spear group is faltering. We pull them backbecause we can, because theyre trained to fall backand throw in a new one. We dont abandon them.

Of course not.

The Drake nodded.

Human armies thoughsometimes they gamble. Heres a group of conscripts with swords and shields and a months practice. Throw them in, bail them out with a [Knight] charge if you can. Sure, many die. But the ones who survive level. They have [Knights] and poor infantry.

Ilvriss got it.

So theyre creating ways for individuals to excel.

Exactly. And between you and me, lad. Drakes make it so that everyone can perform to standard. But we sometimes make it harder to stand out because of that. Not that its a bad thing to do it this way, but it does change how levels work. Everyones a bit higherand less people are highest.

Zelir gave Ilvriss a long look. What he said in privacy might be seditiousin other companies, in another city. Ilvriss just sighed.

Thats what Ive observed.

He had scoured the ranks of Salazsars command for people he could snap up that wouldnt be missed. He couldnt take their best [General] to go running around fighting secret wars. But it meant that everyone below wasnt much better than Osthia. And she was good

But he needed exceptionalism.

Thank you, Master Zelir. Ill see you tomorrow. Same time?

So long as you sleep in.

The Drake chuckled as he rose. Ilvriss nodded to him. Tomorrow, hed ask Zelir to join his army of three. The old Drake might not be young or as high-level, but Ilvriss would arm him in artifacts. That would help.

-

The problem of high-level individuals Ilvriss brought up to Alrric again, as he visited the company.

Ill visit the mining crews and not faint this time.

If you like, Wall Lord. But if you do faint a second time, Im going to have to ban you from doing inspections. Our current seam is giving us adamantium along with gems and I cant have you holding us up.

Ilvriss smiled at that and Alrric grinned for a moment. It was a jest at Ilvriss expense, and a sign of the new working relationship. Alrric had been wary at first, but now he seemed more at homeand they had worked together for a long time.

How is the family doing? I hope I didnt hold you up with my collapse.

Well. And I got back to them on time. My daughter, Sidinel, is getting to be a handful. She wants to travel about.

By herself?

Herself, her friends, with usyoung Gnolls, no, young people.

Alrric sighed. Ilvriss nodded without any personal experience into the matter, as non-parents did when told about parent-things.

So, about one of my requests, Alrric.

Which one? Sourcing the Potion of Regeneration or high-level recruits?

Ilvriss paused.

He had received Lyonettes [Message] when Erin was hurt. On that day, in that very hour, he had opened the Gemscale vaults and inspected every inch of it.

They had hoarded gold, gemstones, and artifacts. More than you thought. Less than Ilvriss would have liked, to be honest. The problem was that Drakes did use artifacts throughout the years and a Potion of Regeneration?

If they had had one, Zail would have used it. They had none.

And getting one was tricky.

Does anyone else have one in their vaults?

Alrric put down his quill. He scrubbed at some ink on his brown fur, then stopped.

I made inquiries, Ilvriss. Few Walled Families are willing to even give me a straight answer, but Wall Lord Meiss is the only one who has one

And he wont sell.

Ilvriss nodded. Hed tried. But who was going to sell an heirloom artifact that couldnt be produced in this world? Ten thousand gold pieces? Go stuff it up your tail. A hundred thousand, even? Not even close.

A million? Well, that might be enough to turn a head, but it was still a priceless relic. And there were limits to even Ilvriss largess.

He put that aside.

High-leveled individuals. Anyone? I was talking with Master Zelirmy [Weapon Trainer]about the issue.

Alrric consulted his notes. That was the power of an [Administrator]. He took the need, found people who could do the job, and had it done and waiting the next day.

Lets see. High-level. High-levelno one new in military matters, Im afraid. You know every Level 40+ combat-rated individual in all of Salazsar. Im sorry, Ilvriss. But at that level you pretty much have to hire them. A [General] bounces between cities, or [Swordsmasters]

Ilvriss was well familiar with how Drake cities enticed good warriors and leaders. Every nation did it. Pallass had stolen Pelt when hed been on the market, for instance. And he didnt want the public bidding war that always ensued. He didnt want mercenaries.

Well, thats it.

He grumpily sat back, putting down his signed documents for filing. He felt like he was chasing his own tail. Day in, day out, it was all incremental progress. He needed action. He neededto do something. Now.

Alrric cleared his throat.

If it helps, Ilvrissthis problem isnt unique to Salazsars military. Your instructor? What did he say about Drakes and leveling?

Ilvriss repeated the contents of the conversation and Alrric nodded. He sighed.

Ah, thats true. No exceptions, just exceptional averageness. Your instructors take strikes me as eminently correct.

That sounds like a quote.

The purple-scaled drake raised one eyebrow. Alrric blinked.

It is. Have you heard of the tale of Salii the [Secretary]?

The name was familiar. Ilvriss sat forwards.

Wasnt she responsible for the Ruby Runsix years back? Practically quadrupled the holdings of her company.

Not just from that. Yes, she was as good as they came. Better than me, although I wasnt as good as I am at the time. The highest-leveled [Secretary] in all of Salazsar.

But shes not here. Didnt she go to another city?

The Gnoll licked his finger pad and flicked a piece of paper over.

Nope. She went to Chandrar. Pomle.

The training ground for [Martial Artists]? Why?

Alrric looked up with a grin.

She said it was to improve herself. To challenge herself and keep leveling. Did you know that along with Salazsar, she worked in Manus, Zeres, and Fissival? All for only a year or two. She came in, took the hardest jobs at low pay, and when she had things running right, she quit and left. Right when she succeeded. Right when it got easy.

Ilvriss sat back. His mouth opened and his tail stirred.

To level up. Thatsextraordinary.

She left a mark. Even now, someone says they got a Salii when they get a diamond in the rough. If you wanted to improve anything, you should get her. Although I doubt she wants to return to Salazsar.

Ilvriss grimaced. Recruiting from other cities was hard enough. Other continents?

See if you can get in touch with her. Do they even have [Mages] over there?

She has a Scroll of [Messages]. Ill have it linked to you for later. Speaking of which, I have a shortlist of unique individuals you could grab from around Izrils south. Nothing special. Level 30+, all of them. A [Spearmaster], a [Master Archer], a [Lancer]

Ill look it over later. Thank you.

Ilvriss sat back with a sigh. Salii the [Secretary]. There was something to it. But a [Secretary] wouldnt be useful against the Necromancer.

Right?

-

Ilvriss visited Osthia after concluding his work with Alrric. He didnt waste time as he entered the private work rooms hed sequestered to plan his countering the Necromancer.

Im going to add some standing forces to your command, Osthia.

She looked up. Her blue-dyed scales itched, but she could scratch here, stretch, and so on.

How so, Ilvriss? AlsoShriekblades gone missing. I think shes off her potions.

Ilvriss stopped. He looked around and realized Shriekblade hadnt stopped outside the rooms like normal.

I was walking around and didnt even notice her.

Osthia grimaced. Shriekblade was Ilvriss bodyguard as well as an agent in their war, but she was normally Ilvriss shadow.

She didnt report this morning. I think sheserratic. Ill check on her tomorrow.

Hiding in her room, threatening to kill Osthia if she entered. Stuff like that. Ilvriss rubbed at his forehead.

See to that, thank you. And Ill get you more subordinates. Not ones you can tell the secret tobut ones under your direct command.

Who? More Gemscale soldiers? Your sister already wants to know why I have a hundred for being your bodyguard.

The Gemscale family had their own standing forces, but Ilvriss shook his head.

My family doesnt employ high-level [Guards] or [Warriors]. If they weretheyd find other work. No, were going to get an elite groupso you can at least take down monsters, and other threats. I wanted you to come with me so they know who to report to. It wont take more than thirty minutes

Elite group? Osthia hesitated. She tried not to roll her eyesthen remembered she and Ilvriss werent subordinate and commander in the same sense as in the army. She coughed into a claw and Ilvriss looked at her as he went for the door.

Not to offend Salazsar or this group, Ilvriss, but we have a saying in Pallass. Every units elite until we kick their tails in. If this is like one of Pallass elite groupsevery army has them. Idont know if its going to be that helpful compared to the one you have in training.

And that one would take months more of drilling, for all most had [Enhanced Strength] or [Greater Toughness]. They had potential, but no battle experience and training.

Far from being offended at the insinuation, Ilvriss only smiled.

Specialized infantry, then, Osthia. And I think they might meet your standards. Here. Follow me.

Curious, she rose and followed.

-

Ilvriss took her down through his tower and into one of the central ones. A shared spire, for the power of the Walled Families.

It is true that elite gets tossed around a lot, Captain Shieldscale. But unlike other groups, the Walled Families of Salazsar dont keep individual standing forces of renown. Rather, we pool our strength. So we have a different systemhere we are.

They had entered one of the military areas of Salazsar. Their city wasnt as proactive as say, Pallass, and had fewer armies, but they were still good. Strong.

And they answered to Ilvriss.

Wall Lord! Can I assist you today?

A [Lieutenant] on desk-dusty straightened and saluted as Ilvriss and Osthia approached. She glanced at Captain Shieldscale, but she seemed perfectly at home with Ilvriss rank, somewhere around [General]. He could, after all, call upon an army if he wished.

How strange other cities were. Osthia listened.

Lieutenant, Id like to buy into one of our Gem Regiments. Id like one battalion-strength group of the Occum Swords if theyre available.

The Drake grimaced as Osthia listened, bewildered.

Id have to consult my notes, but I am almost certain theyre on deployment with our 1st Army, Wall Lord.

Pity. Thenare the Erchirite Spears available?

At battalion-strength? Certainly. And what will you need them for? Duration?

Indefinite, and I will pay for four months if that is acceptable. Guard duty and perhaps monster-slaying, without ruling out fighting. No plans for full-scale engagements.

The Drake didnt even blink as she noted all this down.

Heres my figure for the payment, Wall Lord.

Ilvriss glanced at the number on the piece of paper. Osthia gulped. He nodded.

Done. Send it to Alrric in my company. Also, Id like

Wall Lord Ilvriss, please excuse me, but what is going on?

Osthia burst out, bewildered. The [Lieutenant]s brows shot up, but both she and Ilvriss smiled.

Simple. Im hiring an elite group, Captain Shieldscale. Or rather, the specially armed Gem Regiments of Salazsar. Surely youve heard of them?

Yes, sir. Butyou can just hire them?

They are paid for by all of the Walled Families. It costs more to hire them, and Salazsar can recall them if need be, but it allows for some level of equipment. Exceptional averageness I suppose.

Ilvriss sighed, and Osthia didnt get that part. But then he was looking around.

Is one of the [Battle Captains] on duty, Lieutenant? Perhaps Captain Shieldscale can see the Drakes shell be leading.

Of course, sir. I have a Captain Presz on duty. I will have him called up and the Erchirite Spears assembled directly.

Ilvriss nodded.

Id also like to draw onsixteen Rubirel Guard. Same duration. Bodyguard duty. Both forces report to Captain Shieldscale.

Of course, Wall Lord.

-

The Erchirite Spears were elite. And Osthia wouldnt be disparaging the four hundred Ilvriss had paid for. They were lined up, ready to do whatever needed doing.

Made of [Veteran Soldiers] who won the right to enlist in the safer, much more well-paid Gem Regiments. Also?

Enchanted armor, enchanted weapons. Osthia stared in envy at what money could buy you from the richest Walled City in Izril.

Captain Presz saluted her, and then showed her his spear.

Each ones expensive as they get, Captain Shieldscale. Hence our small regiments. Take a look. Mithril-alloy shafts, and the tip is

He indicated the topaz-like mineral stuck to the top. Only, it was charged and Osthia knew better than to touch it. It wasnt as transparent as topaz, but had an inner sparkle.

Echirite. Stores and releases electricity when struck. Without protection, a full unleash from one of our units is like a [Chain Lightning] spell in battle.

The Drake grinned as the [Soldiers] stood to attention. Osthia imagined what it was like to charge into that groupor suffer a spear-charge.

I take it back, Wall Lord. Thats a fine fighting force.

Under your command. Battle Captain, Captain Shieldscale is my commanding officer. I dont expect youll be doing more than relaxing for the short interim, but she has my full authority.

The [Battle Captain] saluted.

A pleasure, Captain Shieldscale.

I wont interfere in tactical decisions until I know your unit, Captain Presz. And Ill try to listen to the expert in the field.

She hastened to assure him and the Drake smiled.

Thank you, Captain. Its a tossup on who we get commanding us. And I understand youll be taking the Rubirel Guard, Wall Lord?

Sixteen. Theyre heavily-armored, Captain Shieldscale.

They were indeed. The Drakes were like the Flamewardens of Pallass, a former group of heavy-infantry Oldbloods that Osthia had once known.

But rather than relying on Oldbloods, the Rubirel Guard exchanged the ability to breathe fire for the ability to surviveanything.

Enclosed helmets with sight spells. Internal air reservoirs. No [Snipers] putting an arrow through the arrowslits. Heavybut we can still swing battleaxes. Toss us into fighting, Captain. Toss some [Poison Cloud] spells in too; we dont mind.

Just dont make us sprint.

One of them joked around. Osthia nodded, impressed.

This is the kind of force I want to take against the Necromancer. If they had ten thousand of themshed be talking about when to siege his castle. But they were expensive and hard to field. There were fewer than a thousand among all of Salazsars army, mostly as shock troopers or bodyguards.

-

The high-powered Gem Regiments hed paid for made Ilvriss feel like hed done something. But he didnt have a target to hit; the instant he went after the Necromancer, he suffered.

At least theyd get some battle experience. Alrric and Osthia would use them to kill monsters that appeared while the mining teams worked. He almost pitied even Crelers running up against the Rubirel Guard. Almost. Actuallynot at all.

But the problem of high-level, trustworthy people remained. So frustrating. Once you had good people, you could have them do work, like Ilvriss was trusting Osthia. But he had even relegated his old adjutants to other duties because he wasnt sure, and he couldnt watch them all without first having his good, core team.

Zelir would be the first. So whydid Ilvriss feel as though his mentor wasnt enough?

Perhaps because this battle isnt one you can win with a fancy sword art.

He was rubbing at his head and debating taking a purple pill so he could work early tomorrow when someone called upon him.

Ilvriss! Ilvrissweve come to kidnap you!

The Wall Lord nearly drew his sword before he recognized the familiar, jovial tone.

Tasilt?

Tasilt and Brilm, the two Wall Lords that Ilvriss had known growing up and were around his age, were waiting for him in the foyer of the Gemscale residence.

Tasilt and Brilm. Alike and not. Both enjoyed, well, fine things as most people of money did. Brilm loved novelty, curios from afar like the song-gems hed invested in and were making a big profit.

Tasilt? He was more into wine, libations, enjoying himself.

But Brilm, a bit pudgy for a Drake, was far more conservative than Tasilt, who had married a Gnoll and scandalized Salazsar. Tasilt by comparison had put Ilvriss onto hiring Alrric and was an easygoing, good-natured Drake.

Of the two, Ilvriss trusted Tasilt to be honest and moral. He trusted Brilm to show him something interesting.

He liked both of them, even if he had little time to be a friend at the moment.

What did you say, Tasilt?

Kidnap.

The Drake winked, without realizing why that had alarmed Ilvriss. Brilm chuckled.

To be more precisewere the two who are going to save you. From yourself. Dont try and resist! Were armed!

Ilvriss eyed Brilms side, knowing the Drake could barely use the enchanted sword. Tasilt was better, but neither had studied the sword as much as he did. Then againTasilt had been in bar brawls with Ilvriss as a young Drake and he was good with his fists.

And what am I being kidnapped for? I have [Healer]s orders to rest up. Stress.

Yes, yes. Stress. As if overwork could lay low the mighty Ilvriss!

Brilms tone was mocking and teasing. Tasilt just looked at Ilvriss, brows raised.

Youve been overdoing it. If you try to resist, well have to use force.

Which is?

Well tell your mother that youre overworking yourself.

Ilvriss knew it was only Tasilt who could come up with a threat like that. It would never occur to Brilm, but Tasilt knew Ilvriss and Helessia. Also, that his mother would fuss and worry about it.

Ilvriss grimaced.

A low blow, Tasilt. And what am I supposed to be kidnapped to?

Youll see. Brilm?

The Wall Lord gave Ilvriss a wink that Ilvriss didnt like at all. The Wall Lord thought as they shepherded him from the residence, laughing with the staff and promising to have Ilvriss back before his bedtime.

They were headed down the tower. Ilvriss suddenly began to really think about the number of things that would take BrilmTasilt

Listen, you two. Im happy to rest up. In fact, I was about to sleep. I have medication

Brilm waggled a claw in front of his friends face.

Oh no, Ilvriss. We heard the diagnosis. Stress. And you dont just need sleep! A Drake needs

He glanced at Tasilt and the other Drake coughed.

We know it may have beendifficult of late, Ilvriss. Everyone heard about it.

Oh no. Ilvriss closed his eyes. Tasilt was referring to the alarm when Erin had gone to Invrisil. But they had never heard the one when she was hurt. She must have taken off the ring? Why did she?

And if they were talking about that, they had the wrong idea. Ilvriss turned.

I think youre mistaken.

His two friends grabbed him under the arm.

Ilvriss, its for your own good. We know an excellent place. I go there all the time. Tasilt, vouch for me.

Im married, Brilm.

Oh. Right. Well, even so. Before that.

Absolutely not.

Ilvriss began to struggle. The two Drakes refused to let go. He could have forced them to stopbut then Tasilt threatened to tell Zail and his mother.

-

Theplacewas known as The Drakes Pearl, and it was a brothel. But a high-class one, the kind where you didnt have denominations below gold pieces.

It was also privateinsofar as you could stealthily arrive and disappear if you chose.

Some did choose. Others did not, and strode in there like Brilm every week. He knew the staff by name.

But privacy of the clientele only extended to the gossipers and people who poo-poohed The Drakes Pearl and all establishments of its kind.

The people who worked there knew all the names, even if the Drakes came in hooded, cloaked, or [Invisible]. After allit was hard to be invisible when doing the deed. Although that was something you could pay for.

Also, contrary to the name, there were more than just Drakes working here. After all, Salazsars lonely bachelorsor married Drakeshad a number of desires that could not be expressed in polite company.

Bachelors. Even here, female Drakes did not just walk into a brothel, much less ask for the entirely-female [Escorts] and so on. They had different methods. If, say, Navine Gemscale wanted to meet someone in the same industry, well, she could ask for a house call as it were. Or go there herself.

The Drake sitting down knew all about the secrets. It was a community, after all, so she knew the dirty little secrets only an idiot would ever try to cash in on. She had started in far worse places than this, in fact. Here she took breaks, waiting for the expensive, expensive clientele to come in. You earned gold per assignation, and if you had people who liked you, gifts of valuable perfumes and gemstones were the least of what youd get.

Perfume. As if its all we want. And I have to wear the scent each time he visits! I keep getting them confused!

A female GnollArannawas grousing. She was young, beautiful, and had made the smart move of dying her fur such that she looked, well, like some exotic Gnoll [Shaman] from the plains. Shed even added touches to her costume. She was fretting about a recent gift. The Drake leaned over.

Are your preferred clients Drakes or Gnolls, Aranna?

The Gnoll huffed.

Drakes, Xesci. You think Gnolls want to see me pretend to be a wild Gnoll who needs to be tamed?

Xesci snorted. Oh yes, it was an act. And exoticshe sighed.

Exotic. She hated that word. But she nodded to Aranna as the younger Gnoll held out the perfume bottle of extreme expense.

I know someone who resells stuff like that. Ill introduce you. My advice? Sell it.

But the perfume

Hell give you cheap ones. Get some that smell a bit like the one they gave you. You could even use the same one. I knew a Gnoll who used the same scent, every time. Told each of her clients that it was theirs and they bought it.

The Gnoll laughed and Xesci smiled. She sat back as Aranna nodded.

Thanks, Aranna. I

She coughed. Someone was smoking on a puffer. The Gnoll glared at another person sitting in the back rooms.

Do you mind? It sticks to my fur!

Say its part of your tribal rituals. Dance about a fire. Itll get them excited.

A female Human, Shakra, rolled her eyes. Aranna huffed, but left to go store the gift instead.

Shes sensitive to smoke. Put that out.

Shakra glowered.

I got it as a present. Ill trade you a puff.

No thank you.

Xesci didnt put down what was between her claws. She was, in fact, knitting. Shakra glanced at it.

You have the weirdest hobbies for someone in our line of work.

It beats drinking or smoking. I do that when Im not about to lie on my back for an hour.

An hour? I never lie there for more than five minutes.

More snorts.

Human, Drake, Dullahan, Gnollthey had even had Garuda and Selphids in. Any species you wanted. Any look. They could cast magic, sweet-talk youor go exactly the other way.

Xesci was not aspecialist in those areas. Certainly, she wasnt one of the older Gnolls, who, unlike the exotic Plains Gnoll of Aranna, instead was quite mean to her clients.

Mostly Drake clients, incidentally. Gnolls just didnt have as much moneyand, perhaps, there was less of a culture of coming to these establishments in groups. Wall Lords on the other hand

Everyone, tails up! Weve got three Wall Lords in the lobby! And one of thems new!

Someone hissed through the back rooms. All the women inside looked around.

Really? Whore they?

Secrets, as noted, were not kept except from the outside.

Brilms here.

Thats my cue. Unless he wants Aranna or Medroniaria.

Shakra doused the puffer. Aranna and Medroniaria, the half-Elf [Courtesan] who dressed like one of Terandrias nobility in an odd mix of fetishes, both looked interested.

Brilm was a familiar face. The other two? Xesci listened.

Whos the other Drake? Hes been here.

Yesbut not recently. Not for years, apparently. Tasilt?

What? Hes married. I know his wife! Shes like a hero to me!

Aranna looked dismayed. The [Prostitute] spying for everyone reported back.

Dont worry. Hes only here to take the third one.

Oh, thank goodness.

The Gnoll sighed, and, surprisingly, so did the other two Gnolls, all of whom wanted to believe in the one Wall Lord who had married a Gnoll. Shakra on the other hand, looked disappointed and relit her puffer.

If Tasilt is here, Brilms going to ask for you, Aranna. He always does every time he hangs out with that Wall Lord.

Youre sure?

Aranna began fussing with the perfume bottle shed been showing around. Shakra grimaced.

Want to bet on it? Whos the last Drake? Maybe theyre in the mood for Human?

The Gnoll spying with her enhanced hearing looked around. And she looked uncharacteristically

Maybe, Shakra. Youd actually better get ready. Hes new, but he might ask for you. Brilm is, um, recommending you?

What? No one comes here on first go and asks for a Human

The back room fell silent. Everyone looked around. Oh.

Gossip went around the city, and especially in places like this. Xesci stirred.

You must be joking. Menorra?

Its Wall Lord Ilvriss.

The entire back room went into a flurry as everyone tried to win one of the most eligible Wall Lords attentions. In the lobby, he was arguing with his fellow Wall Lordsin fact, more had secretly come to er, support him in his hour of stress. And to do business here.

But. Xesci knew that he hadnt come hererecentlybecause he had been off the market so to speak for a while. And if recent events were any guideshe shook her head.

Idiots.

Then she went to dress up.

-

Ilvriss was a bit irked. Ilvriss was a bit narked. Ilvriss was a bit upset, but he tried to explain why to Brilm and Tasilt.

Brilm. This is not the cure for my overwork of late. This will not make me feelbetter.

He was angry. Mostly at Tasilt, even though Brilm had instigated the idea. Tasilt should have known better than to suggest something soasinine.

However, it was Brilm who countered Ilvriss.

Have you checked?

What?

Have you checked if it helps, Ilvriss? Be honest. Have you visited such a fine establishmentor found yourself in company once in the last month?

That is entirely

I think, Ilvriss, that it is.

Tasilt spoke up. He was having a drink, since he would not avail himself of this places services. Ilvriss gave him a long look.

You must be joking, Tasilt.

Everyone has needs, Ilvriss. It may be indecorous, but Brilm brought up a fair point. Sometimes you just needsomething. And since my plan of dragging you to a bar and getting into a fight didnt fly, Brilm wins.

The other Wall Lord shook his head.

I will not be getting my groin kicked or be stomped onalthough I hear you can pay for that here.

Ilvriss closed his eyes. He did not need to hear that. He looked around.

And you really want me to?

Well, were not going to watch so its up to you, Ilvriss. But loneliness is a terrible thing. At least you can pay for company after

Tasilt stomped on Brilms foot. Ilvriss head swiveled around and the Wall Lord coughed and headed off.

That was rude, even for Brilm. Sorry, Ilvriss. He doesnt know how to deal with this.

And this was your best foot forwards, Tasilt?

Ilvriss glowered at his friend. Tasilt exhaled.

I suggest you avail yourself of this place. Or drink one of those Orgasm Potions I heard were banned in Pallass.

Why? In the name of the Ancestors, what has gotten into you, Tasilt?

Ilvriss demanded hotly, enough that some of the other inconspicuous guests in their own partitioned spacesome with disguises onlooked around. Tasilt just met his gaze levelly.

Because it does help, Ilvriss. I can go home and hold my wife after a tragedy. Sometimes you just needdistraction. Brilms right when hes right.

He was that. It was impossible to say Brilm was always wrong because right when he told you about the most idiotic investment opportunity, something happened and he made up all his other losses and came out way ahead. Ilvriss hesitated.

And he was never going to get out that door anyways. The employees of The Drakes Pearl knew money when they saw it. Also? Getting Ilvriss in, even if he denied everything, was a lot ofstreet cred? Reputation? Something like that.

Wall Lord, please at least let us show you around. We have a very fine selection of talented people here. Your friend Brilm has paid for everything and we cannot just refund the fee

It was probably a Skill like, [No Pulling Out], which might have double entendre uses, especially here. Ilvriss felt like he was a young Drake on an outing with his friends again, daring themselves in here.

Periss

It was wrong to come here, even if Tasilt and Brilm thought it was about the Human in Liscor he was missing.

However, Ilvriss had to admithe did laugh for the first time in a while upon entering the selection room, where you could meet and socialize with the women currently working, or inspect, well, a catalogue of people and arrange other visits, sometimes privately.

The Drakes Pearl had private rooms, rooms for all kinds of things, like rescuing a damsel from a monsteractual monsters like slimes cost extra since you got to kill themthemed rooms, even full suites complete with hot baths and so on.

It was, after all, the best such establishment in Salazsar. But that didnt make Ilvriss laugh. What made him laugh, involuntarily, was the hall of fame on the wall.

There were actual pictures of guests whod agreed to have their faces upor just names or aliases. Brilm was there. But what made Ilvriss laugh was the longest period of consummation award.

Four hours, eight minutes, fifty one seconds.

Ancestors.

That poor woman.

Tasilt sighed. Ilvriss stifled his laughter, staring at the picture. It was, apparently, a record held by Mister Superior, a Drake of unknown origin. Date listed.

Who was the other half of the event?

The female Drake trying to show them to the women turned.

Excuse me, Wall Lord?

Ilvriss pointed to the hall of fame record.

The other partner. It takes two.

OhIm not sure.

Tasilt shook his head.

Someone give her a plaque. Unless it was only Mister Superior by himself. Wait a second. If thats how you break the record, Ill do it myself and go for twenty hours! For the record, of course. You can even have my name and face up.

Ilvriss snorted. Brilm, who was already flirting, gave them both a resigned look. But then Ilvriss sobered. And feltapprehension.

-

Xesci was not out with the others. She had declined to line up, as the others were surely doing. But she was listening from the back room. It was very quiet. Shed smiled herself as Ilvriss pointed out the plaque. But now

It was a bad idea. That was her opinion. But it was how [Soldiers] did it. Someone lost a friend? They tossed them in here and perhaps it did help. She had held more than one adventurer or warrior afterwards.

Still.

II am flattered by the attention. But I really dont feel interestednor is your company helping, frankly, Brilm, Tasilt.

Oh, fine. And I understand that part. Tasilt?

Im going to break the record, Brilm. By myself. Is there any way you can confirm its just me on the plaque? So my wife doesnt kill me.

They left Ilvriss alone. And now the Wall Lord was asmall fish around big fish.

Xesci didnt know fish.

She heard murmurs. Flirtatious voicesor however the ladies of the night were scouting out Ilvriss. Theyd be tossing charm Skills and other similar abilities out, but Xesci wondered if Ilvriss might be a hard opponent.

He was a strong [Lord] and his aura could probably take most of what they could use on him. Unless he was willing. She listened.

Are you interested in something morewild, Wall Lord?

That was Aranna, straight to the point. Ilvriss backed up.

Fancy a night, sir?

Shakra. Xesci was curious, but Ilvriss replied distinctly.

Nothank you, Miss. But no. Not Humans. No one, preferably, butI apologize.

That surprised and disappointed the people. Xesci just nodded.

Who thought he wanted to see a Human face right now?

You. If you want me, I will have you crawl on hands and knees, yes. No?

Im sorry, again. And I will be more honest.

She nodded at him. He adjusted his seat; he felt like the bed was trying to swallow him rear-first.

About your ability. You said you can mimic people within two feet of your height. And you saw Periss in me. Can yousee more faces?

The woman hesitated. She glanced at the door and then Ilvriss.

Wall Lord, normally I assure you that nothing said or done here is leaked. No watch-spells, no peep holes. And I keep my mouth shut. Can I ask you to do the same?

He inclined his head. She waited.

Yes.

Xesci exhaled. She ran a claw through her neck spines again.

The trouble with being a loudmouth isargh. Fine. I blame Retas poor impulse-control. Yes, I see other faces. If I look at you? I can see old flames. Not your mother. Or your sister. I know you have them; I cant tell. Its aboutinterest.

Ah.

Sexual. I note who youve at least had sexual encounters with, or even desire

Yes, thank you.

Just making sure you can tell.

Ilvriss folded his arms, feeling defensive.

Its just impulse, though.

Of course. Thats very revealingand disturbing, sometimes. But I dont see much wrong with you. That Drake is like a beacon, but theres also other Drakes. First loves; childhood crushes dont really count.

All Drake?

Two Gnolls.

Really? Who?

Erclose to black fur, a spot on the shoulder

Ilvriss turned red under his scales. He knew exactly who that was. Xesci watched with a slight smile. She tried to cover it, but then

Will you tell me? If Ive told you this

He struggled, but she had been honest. At last, Ilvriss hung his head.

I was a young man, and she was one of the staff in our employ. Always getting on my case about tracking mud in. I must have beennineteen

He hadnt even realized how attracted he was until she brought it up and the older Drake recalled the younger ones viewpoint. She laughed.

Its always like that. And people ask for me to check.

He took a deep breath.

Youll forgive me if I say thats strange. Notwrongbut strange.

She nodded.

That is fair. Two Gnolls, then.

He knew the other one. Hed been curious. Ilvriss sat back.

And anyone else?

One Human. But thats another odd case.

Her eyes flicked to his. He kept his face straight.

I see.

If you want?

No.

The Drake wondered how accurate her Skill was. Or whether it wasit wasnt like that. But he supposed it was.

He sat there for a while. But then he came to the real reason hed come.

Miss Xesci. Can you take on otherforms? Besides female, I mean. Can you become a male Drake? If you chose to?

She froze. The [Courtesan] carefully eyed Ilvriss.

If you are asking if I couldor haveWall Lord, I would have to decline to comment.

He glanced at the door at the same time as she did. This feltwrong to discuss.

I am not interested in any details, Miss Xesci. I am just asking if it is possible.

She folded her arms. Which was an answer enough for him. He nodded.

Let us change the subject, then. I wanted to know becauseare there people you cant sense anything from?

The [Courtesan] hesitated. She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out where he was going. But no offense to her co-workerbut the Drake didnt seem as cunning as the knitting-Drake had been.

Ihave met people like that. Odd ones. They love no one and nothing. From time to timeI dont use this on everyone, you understand. But I met an adventurer like that. He only wanted me to be the most beautiful person I could be. Then the next. And there have beenothers. Why do you ask?

Because, Miss Xesci, I need your help. The Wall Lord smiled thinly.

Curiosity, Miss Xesci. Thank you. Would you describe the Human? Before I go. Just

She did. He listened. Then he left, paying her fee in full. The Wall Lord stood outside for a while.

A wedding ring.

Idiot.

-

Im sorry, Ilvriss. But its not a good time right now. That damned seditious [Painter] and their lies. Have you heard?

Not at all, Wall Lord Rellmel. But let me assure you, I can pay whatever fee we can agree on. Up front.

The Wall Lords eyes flickered, but he was shaking his head, even during the sit-down meeting with Ilvriss, Wall Lord to Wall Lord.

I really cant be selling artifacts, Ilvriss. Im tempted, as a favor between fellow Wall Lords, butmy sister would throw ten kinds of fits. Im sorry.

Ilvriss sighed.

What would it take for Gisha?

Honestly, Ilvriss? Too much to imagine. Shes paranoid about needing it. Well, its a Potion ofyou know.

Rellmel looked around the tall restaurant in one of the highest points of the towers. He patted at his mouth then fetched a toothpick.

And shes not in the mood. All the slander about usdo you have any idea who this Sellme is? We cant even get it taken down. Were putting a bounty outtheyve gone too far.

Ilvriss wondered if the [Painter] would be alright. They had a decent Skill that had kept everyone but him away. He sighed.

Thank you, then, Rellmel. Are you sure? One million. By the end of the week. In your vaults.

The Drake gulped. He stayed there a long time as Ilvriss leaned on the table. Then he shook his head.

Ancestors, but no. Im sorry, Ilvriss. You know, we should go drinking. You have to tell about Liscor. Should I buy some land there? I hear?

But Ilvriss was gone.

-

He nearly forgot his appointment with Shriekblade in the evening. Ilvriss had some personal [Messages] that had been screened by Alrric or someone in the company; everyone wanted to talk to a Wall Lord, obviously, and few people did.

Wasnt sure. Alrric.

An appended note to one of the notes. Ilvriss walked into the Gemscale residence and his part of it, looking around.

Shriekblade?

He talked to the Gnoll with black fur and a white spot on her shoulder blade. The [Head of Household] grinned at him.

No, Wall Lord. Were you expecting her?

Ilvriss jerked his eyes away from the white patch of fur.

Not at all, Miss Yern. Erthat isI suppose she declined to come.

He sighed. Temperamental adventurers. He was rethinking his contract with her. After allhe wasnt moving on any huge engagement yet. Finding Azkerashs minions was harder than it seemed. Maybe hed terminate it at the end of the month.

Ilvriss was sorting through the [Messages]. Some were interesting.

Regarding your searchrepresentative of Wall Lord Dragial of Fissival? Interesting. Regretfully decline

He was reaching for the one Alrric hadnt been sure about when he entered his personal chambers. He swung the door closed, glanced upand dropped the letter.

Shriekblade was in his bedroom. The adventurer had slipped in undetected, worrying, but she did have the keystone that passed her through his security enchantments.

That was about all she was wearing. She was naked.

Adventurer Shriekblade reporting, Wall Lord. What would you like me to do?

Her voice had regained some of the flatness of how she was when she was using mind-altering substances. Halfway between her true personality and this. Ilvriss stared at her.

What are you doing?

Reporting.

She looked at him, with a half-clouded look of annoyance. She gestured at the bed.

Shall we?

What dno. That is not why I invited you here!

She blinked at him.

You told me to come here this night. Youre telling me you had other plans?

He swung around.

Yes. I wanted you to show me your swordsmanshipwhat is wrong with you? Put on your clothes, now!

The Drake heard silence from behind him. Then a shuffling sound. He didnt look around. After a moments hesitation, he strode to the door, opened it, and stormed out.

Wall Lord?

Shriekblade is present. Get mea drink. Something stiff.

With alcohol?

Yes.

Hed told the staff not to give him anything. But Ilvrisshe found himself sitting as a cup of Firebreath Whiskey was handed to him. He stared at the liquid in the glass, tilted his head up

Paused.

He was feeling the same as when hed collapsed in the mines. A sense ofof frustration. Everything not turning out how it had to. That idiotic adventurer. If people had begun to gossip, his reputation

At first he was angry. He looked at the drink in the cup. Hed promised. But damn it, it was one drink. He just wished it were different.

A bit of faerie flower in the cup

The liquid stopped against his pressed lips. He felt like a ghost was holding them closed.

It was so easy to believe Xescis lies. Not the one shed told him, but her changing form. To believe for a moment and let yourselfbe. Even if they were gone. Even if it had never happened.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Was it a claw or Human fingers? He tried to listen.

Shriekblade. What would she have said if hed related that event to her, while sitting at a table? She would have said

Wall Lord

No. Wait. She would never have said that. What would she have said? Have done?

He did not know her. But he tried to be like Xesci.

Ilvriss stared at his claw as it carefully set down the tumbler.

Erin Solstice carefully tugged away the glass of the bad juice from Wall Lord Ilvriss. She put it on the tablepushed it to the edgethen turned to face him. She put her hands on her hips. And then

The Drake saw the same claw rise. And

-

Yern was telling the other Drake staff to shut up.

No one will be blabbing about that Drake in his quarters. He stormed outnothing happened, no? And if one of you lies, I know it will be one of you and I will dangle you out of the tower by your tails.

Chastened, they nodded. Yern sighed. Then she heard a sound.

Smack.

She glanced back into the sitting room.

Wall Lord?

He was lying half sprawled out of his chair. He rubbed at his cheek.

That will be all, Miss Yern. I slipped.

She stared at him and nodded slowly. The loss of Miss Perris had really taken a toll.

Now he was punching himself?

-

Okay, maybe too much channeling Erin Solstice. Ilvriss rubbed at his face. And he wasnt sure if she would have done that.

But nowthinking of herhe regretted what hed snapped at Shriekblade.

What is wrong with you?

What was wrong with the people whod employed her? He slowly stood up.

Miss Shriekblade. Are you decent?

No.

He took a chance and opened the doors. She was hiding in a corner, facing the wall, curled up onto her knees.

I guess Im wrong again.

Iapologize, Miss Shriekblade. For what I said earlier.

She half-glanced at him.

What was that?

Ishouldnt have insulted you. Nor was I aware other employers of yours had acted sowrongly. Criminally, perhaps.

They paid me. I do anything.

Yes. You should not.

I just want money. Ill leave now.

She stood to go. Ilvriss hesitated.

Adventurer Shriekblade. I called you here to ask if you were willing toreplace Master Zelir. Or at least test me without breaking my arm and show me what a real ambush or battle would be like.

She looked at him. Either the Calming Tonic was wearing off, or the moment had snapped her out of her former state. She spoke, incredulously.

You want me to hit you? With swords, knives, needles?

Notfatally. But I need to improve. So, if you were willing to

I would get to hit my employer?

Without doing permanent damage.

He stressed that. Shriekblade nodded.

But Id get to hit you?

Under controlled situations

Wow.

She stared at him. Then she nodded. Ilvriss felt like hed made a mistake already. But he stopped her as they began to leave.

Adventurer ShriekbladeMiss Tessa. That incident in the bedroom. I do mean what I said. You should not have been put in that situation, yourwillingness aside. Nor do I think, in light of that, it is wise for you to rely on those potions.

She looked at him.

Im a better adventurer when I take them. I follow orders. I dont like doing this when Im not on them.

Even so. Would you consider refraining from taking them unless needed?

The Drake stared at Ilvriss. She actually walked around him, peering at him. Eventually, she nodded.

Youre strange. Alright. When we spar, I cant hurt you permanently. But I can hit you.

I think I will specify ways we might fight. For instance, bare-claws. Or you could simulate arapier.

I can use that.

Captain Shieldscale may want to learn, if one can learn.

He was going to find out how hed fare against a real high-level opponent without artifacts or backup. Ilvriss stomach began to hurt. He hoped hed level. Shriekblades eyes flickered.

I can hit her too?

Under controlled

Got it, got it. Can I bite?

What?

-

The next morning, Ilvriss lay in bed as the sun rose.

He was.physicallyhealed. But his ego and body had taken a beating. He shuddered.

You could dislocate someones arm and that was not permanent damage if an expert did it to you. Allegedly.

Was there a point to it? He was already trying to rationalize why another sparring session was a bad idea. But the problem wasShriekblade was an expert.

You have a gaphere.

Then she kicked him in the groin. He curled up at the memory. Shed spotted a weakness in his guard. One that maybe Zelir had spotted or pointed out. Either way?

Ilvriss would never make the same mistake after Shriekblade pointed it out.

And yet, she seemed almost happy. How did he know?

You not getting up?

No. Please close the door.

The Named Adventurer was having breakfast in his residence. Ilvriss lay there.

Never again. Its just self-flagellation. I dont need to do it.

He muttered to himself. The hard partthe difficult part was

Hed damn well leveled up last night. The Drake moaned internally. It was probably mending ties with his uncle, or progressing his understanding of Xescis class. Levels were cumulative effort over time! You couldnt attribute it to the final day of

The door opened.

I get to spar with you tonight?

Yes. Captain Shieldscale first.

Awesome.

He hid under the blankets as the door closed again. He was at least glad that someone was happy. What would Erin say?

Shed be laughing too hard to talk about now. But he thought she would also have approved, even if she hadnt worded it this way. Shriekbladehe felt for the Named Adventurer. She was not Xesci, who, despite everything, seemed in control of herself.

Ilvriss was wondering if he could justify wearing armoror at least, a codpiecewhen he noticed something on his bedroom floor. He must have forgotten it after Shriekblade dumped him in his home and he crawled into bed.

The [Message]. Ilvriss slowly exited the bed, feeling phantom pain with every step. He crawled on the floor to the [Message], picked it up, and read it. It was all so

-

Shriekblade felt good today. It was such a rare feeling when she hadnt recently been to the Healer of Tenbault she kept expecting it to go away. She had an appetite and everything, even if the Gnoll serving her kept glaring at her.

She got to punch her employer, and he hadnt even told her to sleep with him. This was a good job. And that annoying blue Drake. She was looking forwards to that, even if the day was going to be dead b

Ilvriss kicked the door to his bedroom open and strode out.

Shriekblade! With me!

The Named Adventurer was already on her feet. Ilvriss was striding across the room.

Wall Lord? Is everything alright? Breakfast

Send it to the company headquarters!

He was already halfway down the stairs and storming for the door. The [Message] was in his claws. It was a simple one. A request for aid, like many sent to him. But this one had not been sent to Ilvriss. It was one of the [Messages] Alrric had dutifully copied that were sent to the city of Liscor. Public notices.

-

This one was from the Horns of Hammerad. Ilvriss was in his office as a blinking Alrric found hed been beaten to work.

Wall Lord?

The Village of the Dead. What do you know about it, Alrric?

The [Administrator] had to look it up over tea. He had all kinds of encyclopedias and almanacs. It was Shriekblade who answered, visible, and uncharacteristically talkative.

DesignationNamed-rank threat. Death zone. Uncleared. Passive. Undead-type threat.

Those are adventurer terms. Explain it.

Ilvriss snapped. Shriekblade shrugged.

It means only a Named-rank Adventurer should even go near it. Death zone means that its a place where you die if you go. LikeRhir. And uncleared means no ones found out what lies inside. Passive means it isnt expanding. Like Creler nests. Undead-type means

I have it, Wall Lord. A Human village to the north. A known threat. It appeared, well, thousands of years ago and has never been erased or destroyed.

Thats not like the Humans.

Alrric nodded. He wonderedno, it had to be the [Message] hed copied over. But he didnt see why Ilvriss was galvanized. The pieces were there. He tried to recall it. It was a bit lengthy, but the key parts might have been

may have something that can be traded or help her. We, the Horns of Hammerad, intend to assault the Village of Death in two weeks time. We are calling in every team associated with The Wandering Inn to join us if possible. To any adventurer, we are offering full shares after a first pick of any item and compensation at market value if not. We know its dangerous. Come anyways, for the [Innkeeper] of Liscor.

There have been attempts. The Five Families sent armies into the Village of Death.

And?

The Wall Lord looked up. Alrric frowned at the book, closed it abruptly. He shook his head.

The Village grew. The armies retreated after being overwhelmed by the undead, who seemed to regenerate even from near-complete destruction, or pushed into the village and were lost to observers. With more bodieslost, the villages radius expanded. The area was attempted by Named-rank adventurers. Two. One a team, one a solo member. The team fell back. The solo adventurer was presumed lost. The area was declared a death zone.

And a Gold-rank team is going in there? Crazy. Sounds like fun. If they paid me, Id go. How much are they offering?

Ilvriss showed Shriekblade the [Message]. The Drake glanced at the missive, looking for a number.

Compensation? For that? Pass.

What would it take for you to join in the fighting?

Alrric and Shriekblade did a double-take.

Me?

The Named Adventurer thought. Then she smiled.

Ill fight until they retreat for two hundred.

Two hundred gold?

Thousand.

Alrric choked on his morning tea. Ilvriss frowned.

Thats exorbitant, even for you, Shriekblade.

Its a death zone.

She shrugged. But she looked excited at the idea. Ilvriss drummed his claws on the table.

The problem is the destination. If you could get to Liscor, you can jump to Invrisil. But this isAncestors damn it. Three days old. Youd barely make it to Pallass, let alone Invrisil. Id have to clear you for Pegasus-flight direct if Oteslia even acknowledges it.

Im banned.

The Wall Lord closed his eyes.

Of course you are. Fine, then. I dont know if youd even make it on time. Alrricsend a [Message] to Ceria Springwalker. Ask her if she will delay the assault. Meanwhileget me

He was writing furiously. Alrric nodded for an assistant to take over as he went to clean the tea from his fur. Shriekblade pointed.

I know those names. Some of them. Gold-ranks.

Yes. These are adventurers to contact. Tell them I have a job offer for them in regards to the Horns of Hammerads [Message]get me a [Mage], as well as [Message] scrolls. Ill have the contents in ten minutes. And I need a list of teams in Invrisil or the region. Inquire, will you?

Yes, Wall Lord.

The Drake took the list and rushed off. Ilvriss sat forwards. He began to write a [Message]. It was short, brief, and the first one he sent to Keldrass of the Flamewardens.

He would have sent one to Bevussa, but she was on contract. Ilvriss went down the list. FirstGold-ranks. He received a flurry of [Messages] and replied briefly. Then he went to Silver.

Keldrass of the Flamewardens. I would like you to participate in the Horns of Hammerads request for a joint-assault on the Village of Death. I am prepared to offer your team compensation for joining in the effort, regardless of success or failure. Pending your agreement with the Adventurers Guild, I will transfer twenty thousand gold pieces into your account at the Merchants Guild.

Alrric stared at the [Message] hed just read out. He shook his head. Then he began authorizing payments from Ilvriss personal account. The Wall Lord was spending money on this assault. Shriekblade was waiting on a response from the Horns of Hammerad

And Ilvriss couldnt sit still. Saliss of Lights wasnt in Pallass and besides, he was out of his arsenal. Other big Named Adventurers in the areas refusedto leave their posts, to go north, or just because they were engaged.

Crowdcaller Merdon and Elia Arcsinger had already declined, and some were in contract to the Five Families for instance.

But he could hire teams from Pallass, Liscor, Invrisilhe stopped pacing.

And here is your bill, Wall Lord. Ive taken it from your account.

Hm. Thank you, Alrric.

Ilvriss glanced at the figure. It was more than what Shriekblade would charge, although it would double again if she agreed and could make it.

It did not matter. He thought of that inn. Thisthis was something.

Something. The feeling in his veins felt likesatisfaction. Progress. Ilvriss turned.

Alrric, is Nerul unoccupied?

I can check.

Id like to meet him now. After thatI need Captain Shieldscale. I am going to visit The Drakes Pearl shortly after that.

The Gnoll hesitated. One did not normally announce that last bit in a loud voice. But the Wall Lord didnt seem to care that half his staff in the office had recognized the name and were staring at him sidelong.

Is everything alright, Ilvriss?

The Drake came to a stop. He looked at Alrric.

No. But I intend to set it right. Time to take risks. Throw frying pans.

Isthat an expression?

Ilvriss didnt bother replying. He walked into his office.

Shriekblade. I have a mission for you.

Besides going to that Village of Death? What do you want?

He told her. She blinked.

Really? That sounds like fun. What do I do? Kill?

No, find. I want it done before I leave The Drakes Pearl. That will be

How long does it take? Ten minutes? Five? Two?

Ilvriss ignored that.

Lets call it evening. Succeed by then and youll have a bonus.

Really? Ill find them.

She vanished.

Nerul was next, and Captain Shieldscale. Ilvriss stood up.

Nephew, whats this about? Your Gnoll said it was urgent. I have a hangover, though. Started any wars? Disputes you want me to end?

The portly Drake looked reproachful. Ilvriss stood up.

Uncle, I have a request. I want you to help me and I am prepared to compensate you. Its a personal favor, not a Gemscale family one.

Really?

The Drake blinked. Ilvriss told him what he wanted. The Drake inhaled.

Thats a two-year project if ever I heard of one. But I can do it in my off-time.

No. Its a today-project.

The [Diplomat] stopped in his tracks.

You must be joking. Nothis isnt playing around, Ilvriss. Its unfriendly. It could lead to conflict. Have you cleared this with Zail?

No, and I dont intend to. I want it done. I am the acting head of the Gemscale family. And you can name your price.

Nerul licked his lips.

Well. I have to admit, it would be the kind of thing that I like doing now and then. And its a leveling opportunity. Hm. Hmmits not any scales off my tail, Ilvriss. Are you sure?

He met his uncles gaze.

Yes.

The [Diplomat] sighed, rubbed at the back of his neck and his neck-spines, and nodded.

There was too much conviction there for my liking. It must be needed. Very well. I can do it tonight. It is going to be unpleasant and you are going to have to let me do all the talking first, understand? No going out of line or it fails. Let me gather a group. I need down payments

Alrric.

Very well. Ill set it up. What has gotten into you today, Ilvriss?

The Wall Lord stood there, adjusting his clothing, which hed donned in a hurry. He knew this would damage Gemscales reputation. Much less what he was going to do. He didnt care.

I have to hurry, Uncle. Im tired of sitting around.

He looked at the Drake. Nerul nodded.

Fair enough.

-

Xesci was engaged when Wall Lord Ilvriss stormed into The Drakes Pearl for the third day.

He must be obsessed. He wants to see you right now.

The [Manager] told Xesci when she had emerged. The Drake frowned.

Not with me in the way youre thinking. I wonder what he wants.

This time, she was wearing a shorter Gnolls body. A sweetheart. And she was certainly smiling, if bewildered, as Ilvriss walked into the room.

Wall Lord. How can I help you?

He sat down abruptly. The air around him had changed. Before, when they had first met, he had been reluctant, even tired. Nowhe was almost unable to sit still. He met her gaze.

Miss Xesci. When we first spoke, you mentioned that one of your dreams was to return to the north in time, perhaps after having saved up enough. Was that true or an exaggeration?

She blinked.

Iit wasnt untruthful. Id like to retire. Wouldnt we all? I dont know where Id settle, but yes, I would at least visit.

I see. And do you enjoy your job or would you retire if you had the choice?

She rested her chin on her hands.

You mean, would I continue working here? Wall Lordits a job. Sometimes its enjoyable, sometimes not. But its not a passion. Especially if youre the only expert in the room.

The woman grinned at him, inviting him to share the joke. He did not.

In that case, Miss Xesci, I have a proposition for you. I would like to hire you to work for me in an unusual capacity. Not as a [Courtesan], but as anagent. I cannot go into details here, but I would be prepared to offer you enough gold to retire on after your work is completed. A yeartwo at most.

She stared at him. Then she rubbed at one ear.

What?

The Wall Lord repeated himself. The woman stared.

What could I possibly offeris this an exceptionally personal matter, Wall Lord?

Shed heard of contracts like this. She wasnt opposed, but Ilvriss denied it again.

I am not asking you tobed me. I wont rule it out, but I dont think its necessary. And it will never be me. I am not willing to go into details. Only that I would like to know if you would accept the request.

Wall Lord, Im working in the best brothel in all of Salazsar. I dont know how much you think I earn, but

Four hundred thousand gold pieces for one year.

She nearly fell out of bed. Ershe slowly looked at him.

You are serious.

Yes I am. One year. A formal, magical contract.

Wall Lord Ilvriss waited as she thought, blinking. Thiswas a lot, even for him. He couldnt just throw money around.

No, wait. Yes he could.

Ilvriss had one power, and it was making money. But it wasnt a power unless you used it, and the Wall Lord was dumping gold like it was going out of style. He could afford this.

I have to know what its about.

Then I will meet you at this location in the Gemscale Spiretomorrow. I may be busy today, Miss Xesci. Here is the exact floorplease come alone. You are obviously assured of your safety, but I can swear on a truth stone now if you would like. However, this is a confidential affair for my family and I, and I cannot risk speaking of it here.

She nodded. He could only imagine what intrigues she was thinking ofbut the sum persuaded her.

I may refuse, Wall Lord?

Of course.

But he hoped she would not. And he felt as though the truth wasenough. Ilvriss stood up, and walked out of the room. Xesci stared after his back.

What did he need her for? To seduce some Human [Lord]? Uncover an infidelity plot in the Walled Families?

What she didnt realize was that it wasnt just her.

-

Ilvriss wanted talent. Talent was hard to get. But there were individuals in this city who exceeded all the others.

The best. Literally. Not second-best, but indisputable masters. And there was one in every city.

Saliss of Lights, for instance, a name people knew in a city of millions.

But there was the thing. Even if you knew them, even if they were your friends, it was hard to get them to do something for you. You would either have to be a charismatic, charming [Innkeeper] with the ability to create miracles and who befriended such people to help her as the need arose

Or you were a Wall Lord of Salazsar who would drown you in gold pieces. Someone with the kind of power and willingness to expend parts of what hed hoarded for his entire life in one moment.

The famous artist known as Sellme ran through the streets of Salazsar, pushing past people. Disaster!

They were running for the gates. One of the walls to the city. Anywhere. Their tenure in Salazsar was done. Theyd made a name for themselves and had finally begun really stabbing the Walled Families where it hurttheir ego and flaws.

However, the City of Gems had gone on the offensive too fast. Way too fast. And it was a bit of bad luck, but really, it was also the fact that a Named Adventurer had been deployed to end Sellme.

Shriekblade the killer. She was after Sellme, and not only did she have the advantage of all her contacts in the city, Ilvriss had given her a useful piece of advice.

Youre looking for a Drake.

Hed even seen Sellmes tail color. But the reason Sellme had been found was really Ilvriss knowing how the elusive [Painter] did their work. Shriekblade had gone hunting for streets where Skills were keeping people away and found the [Painter] doing one of their piecesanother lampoon against Rellmels ongoing treatment of [Miners].

That way!

The Drakes head turned. The fearsome Named Adventurer had slowed in the crowd, but more bodies were charging after them. An azure Drake with clearly-dyed scales to the [Painter]s eyes was leading dozens of Drakes in Gemscale family colors.

Erchirite Spears! On the business of a Wall Lord of Salazsar! Clear a path!

A voice bellowed. The [Painter] sprinted leftthen tried to slow, turn around. They yanked their hood down. In the crowd, theyd be lost. Drakes and Gnolls looked around, irritated or confused. But the [Painter] smiled, shook their heads. Blended in.

Theyd lost some of the good paints! Damnbut they had to run. This city was too hot. They just needed to slip the

Wall Lord Ilvriss of Salazsar strode down the street with a hundred of the Erchirite Spears. People stared at the display of force as the group blocked one end of the street. The [Painter] froze.

I am Wall Lord Ilvriss! Please remain calmwe are looking for an individual hiding among you! Captain Shieldscale, the [Appraisal] Skills. Shriekblade

There, there, there, there! Those four cant be read.

The [Painter]s blood ran cold. The Named Adventurer was looking at them, materializing on a balcony. They had used the anti-Appraisal ring against them!

Its that one! The painter! With the white scales!

She pointed at them.

Sellme ran.

-

Peoples heads turned as Ilvriss and half of Gemscales family guard and his hired forces thundered after the [Painter], blockading the street. He saw a white, scaled face, a Drakewith colored scales, yellow and green speckled in. Unusual pattern.

The painter? Sellme? Theyre going after

The crowd reacted to Shriekblades loud voice. They turned, saw the fleeing figure, and came to the obvious conclusion.

Theyre silencing Sellme! Stop them! Thats Shriekblade!

They began pushing at the Erchirite Spears and Gemscale [Guards]. Ilvriss cursed.

We are not arresting that [Painter]! I just want toShriekblade, apprehend, do not harm!

But thats not what Im good at

Go!

She leapt after the Drake. Ilvriss saw Osthia slowed by the crowd, who turned their wrath on the Drakes.

No violence! Im going after them! [Haste]!

He twisted a ring and blurred past the people.

Oh yes. A Wall Lord had resources. He cursed Shriekblades methods, though. Hed told her to identify the Drake, not grab! But shed wanted a bigger bonus so shed tried to get Sellme before Osthia and Ilvriss arrived.

Shed misunderstood what he wanted to do. But the fact that Sellme had actually evaded the Named Adventurer, even if she wasnt allowed to harm, was impressive.

In truth, the reason Ilvriss had wanted Sellme had more to do with wanting to know what they could do rather than what he had an idea for. Unlike Xesci, they were an unknown quantity.

But they were high-level. And there was always a use for

Ilvriss caught up to Shriekblade, whod cornered Sellme against an alleyway.

Stay back! Im a citizen of the Walled Cities! Youre not allowed to kill me!

A surprisingly young voice shouted. Male. Ilvriss saw a frightened Drake as Shriekblade advanced, tensed.

Im not going to kill you. Im not allowed to. But I will break your legs if you do that again! You got paint in my eyes!

She hissed. Ilvriss skidded to a halt.

Shriekblade, enough. SellmeI want to talk. I am Wall Lord Ilvriss

I wont be silenced! Salazsar is corrupt!

The [Painter] drew forthIlvriss tensed, but it was a brush. Coated in paint. They turned their back to him and he motioned.

You stay back. Stop them if they run, but no harming them. I wanted to talk!

Oh. Youre not breaking their legs and handing them over to Lord Rellmel? But you said to that [Diplomat]

That was an unrelated issue! Painter Sellme

Ilvriss saw a flicker. He turned just in time to see the younger [Painter] leap into the doorway at the end of the alleyway and scramble down the street. He started. Shriekblade blinked. They charged after the Drake as one, cursing. Ilvriss was so confused.

That hadnt been

Wham. They ran into the painted doorway as Shriekblade hit the brick wall and then Ilvriss collided with her. It was so realistic that neither one had realized that the Drake had drawn it while they were arguing!

What

Ilvriss stared up at the paint now on his face and armor. Shriekblade cursed.

He did it again! He threw paint at me the first timeI ran into it in the air! Its a [Magical Painter] or something!

Extraordinary.

Ilvriss stared at the doorway. Hed broken the paintit had been showing the street beyond. He stood up as Osthia, battered, with the contents of a chamber pot on her armor, skidded into the alleyway.

Wall Lord. Did you get

They escaped. They can paint doors, Captain. After them! I need their talents.

Ilvriss got to his feet. Shriekblade was already running, mad as hell.

But Sellme was gone. They were out of the city before Shriekblade found the hole in the wall of Salazsar, an artfully drawn ramp that had carried them to safety.

-

Wall Lord Rellmel was celebrating the disappearance of the acclaimed [Painter], Sellme, with his sister, Wall Lady Grisa. That was the ruling elites mood; the city was sullen.

People blamed Wall Lord Ilvriss for the incident on the streets, and rumors were already flying that he had deployed no less than Shriekblade to silence Sellme before his secrets could be leaked.

What that was, was unclear. Rellmel had a different opinion.

I bet you he wanted to get Sellme to sweeten the deal, Grisa. He really wanted the Potion of you-know-what.

His sister glanced around the restaurant, one of the fanciest in all of Salazsar, with a commanding view. Rellmel hated being here. It was too expensive, but she always wanted to take her boyfriend here. And she was always interfering with the company that was his job to run.

Case in point. A million gold pieces? They could live off that alone forfour years! Three! But she refused. She was paranoid about safety; her Amulet of Protection glinted conspicuously as she glowered at him, waiting for the handsome Drake to get back from the bathroomher date.

Absolutely not. Thats our heirloom. A millions too low! If he went ten million, Id think about it.

No one can afford that for one potion, Grisa.

Fetohep of Khelt, might.

She tossed her head. His jaw dropped.

You want to sell to a skeleton?

Business is business.

But Ilvriss went after Sellme

Maybe it was because his company has problems. If he caught Sellmeso what?

The pictures of us

Theyre gone, so we dont owe Ilvriss anything, Rellmel. Now, I want a happy dinner. Understand?

He folded his arms as his sister glowered. The Wall Lord was discontent, but he felt like trying his luck at the bar now that Sellme was gone and his reputation would be cleared. Thisunpleasantness with the [Miners] would be forgotten, and business was booming even without.

Wall Lord Ilvriss.

Hm?

Rellmel looked up from studying the menu. Grisa was already ordering. She looked around as Rellmels personal bodyguard, a Gnoll, urgently whispered to him.

Lord Rellmel, Wall Lord Ilvriss is approaching the restaurant! Were moving to intercept, but he has caught the Emera family off-guard! We have to evacuate you now!

For a second, the Drake didnt even understand what he was hearing.

Evacuate me? Ilvriss? Here? What are you talking

Grisa was on her feet. Rellmel saw an Emera-family hire, old Vidam, arrive, panting, clutching at his side. And two more he recognized, both Drakes.

All with the same class. The bodyguard was speaking urgently, trying to get Rellmel to understand.

We thought it was a possibility butLord Nerul returned yesterday and he was seen hiring a full negotiation squad. He is coming, Wall Lord

Rellmels eyes widened as Grisa shot out of her chair past her date.

Ancestors! Rellmel! Hes gone mad! Hes going to force a negotiation! We have to go

The Wall Lord was struggling out of his seat as the three top [Diplomats] and [Emissaries] of House Emera moved towards them. The [Bodyguard] and the other members of the staff present closed ranks as they looked for an exit. But it was too late.

-

The doors to The Ancestors View were already open, so Nerul had them closed so he could kick them open. It was about style.

Also, shock value. The [Diplomat] strode into the restaurant as people got to their feet. And with him, he had a team of hit-Drakes.

The most dangerous, the most deadly infighters in all of Salazsar were at his back. Each one dangerous alone. With Nerul? House Emera had seen trouble the instant three of them gathered in one place.

Mister Grerre, a contract scroll in hand, more bundled in his arms. Weressna The Sealer, hobbling along on her cane. Mister Superior, the only Gnoll of the bunch, almost as overweight as Nerul.

The most dangerous posse, yes.

Not in a fistfight, although Nerul was surprisingly good at fighting and he knew Weressna had a sword-cane, but in their chosen field.

They were [Negotiators]. [Diplomats]. [Contract Sealers].

The class of soft power. The people you sent instead of swords or arrows to use words instead.

People laugheduntil they saw what high-level experts with dedicated Skills did.

They didnt laugh in Salazsar. This was a raid. This was an assault, and as close to war between the Walled Families as it got.

House Gemscale greets House Emera! Excuse me, Wall Lord Rellmel, Wall Lady Grisa, but wed like to come to the table regarding an item for sale.

Nerul bellowed into the silence. He saw the two noble Drakes, trying to get out the back door. The [Bodyguard] tried to block the group of six [Negotiators], but he was useless. He had an enchanted axe, a shield that could have stopped a Grand Elephant on the charge.

The [Diplomat] raised a claw as the Gnoll drew his axe.

Not one step further or I strike!

[Peacekeepers Pass]. Sorry, young man. But youre not going to stop us.

The [Diplomat] walked past the Gnoll [Bodyguard]. He saw the Gnoll move to strikewith the butt of the axe

And his arm didnt move. The group walked past him and the other guards. They had the Skills that [Ladies] had learned, but yet to master. The abilities that [Innkeepers], [Kings], even [Strategists] and [Generals] gotbut they were all of their class.

So long as I do no harm, you cannot harm me. Nerul focused on his real opponents. There were three of them.

Old Vidam. Nerul cracked his knuckles and winced.

Ow.

Out the doorshurry

The [Silvertongue Emissary] was trying to force the Drakes down the steps. Nerul smiled.

Not so fast. Wall Lord Rellmel, we have a negotiation to get to and I insist you [Come to the Table].

The Wall Lord froze, his hand on the doorknob. He tried to fightbut he wasnt Ilvriss. He began to pivot when Vidam blocked Neruls way.

[Request Denied]. Lord Rellmel has said his piece and no Skills or unlawful persuasion will force him otherwise!

The Drake woman tsked. Weressna shook her head as Videl freed Rellmel.

Oh come on, Vidam. [Think About It].

[Exit Negotiations]!

One of the younger Drakes from the Emera family barked. Nerul raised his brows. No style, no substance. And it was three versus six.

The Drake with scrolls moved at Neruls nod.

[Lets Make a Deal]. We have vast funds, Lord and Lady of the Walls. You havent heard all of what House Gemscale and Lord Ilvriss have to offer.

[Clear Minds]! Thats not a valid offer. Wall Lord Rellmel has refused the offers on the table!

Lets [Sweeten the Deal], then.

Nerul crooned. Vidam was already sweating. He was trying to deny the multiple Skills attacking his clients, but he was outnumbered and outplayed. One of the Drakes croaked.

[Future Negotiation]. Wewe will do this

We will do this now.

The [Diplomat] broke the Skill in half without even needing to waste his own. The weaker [Negotiator] reeled. Nerul turned to Vidam.

I was always the better [Diplomat]. Im afraid this is going to turn into a sit-down, Vidam. Bring whoever you want. But youre going to lose.

He turned, wiped the sweat from his brow, and pointed.

Lets see. That table will do nicely. Lets clear the restaurant. Wheres the manager? Well need food, scrolls

Provided for.

And Ive talked to the manager.

Mister Superior emerged from the back room and nodded to Nerul. The Drake grinned. He nodded to the Drake and group hed told to wait at the doorway. Ilvriss entered the room as the two members of House Emera sat, furious, but helpless, at the negotiation table.

Nerul sat. Oh, they made fun of him. The black sheep of House Gemscale. The white Gnoll, in other parlances. [Diplomat]. What a useless class. What could it do that a [Lord], a [Warrior] could not?

Well, he could pry a potion out of the hands of even the most stubborn Drakes. And all without drawing a weapon. He grinned, cracked his fingers again, winced, and got down to work.

-

Ilvriss recalled that Erin Solstice had once been furious when Xif the [Alchemist] had forced her to sell one of her faerie flowers. He didnt recall if he had been there for that, or just heard the news from keeping tabs on Liscor.

Well, Xif had one Skill in Neruls field. Nerul had many. And what Xif could do to an [Innkeeper]? A [Negotiator] lived to do this.

Some of them. The negotiation-raid was a known tactic in Salazsar, who relied on contracts and companies. It beat bloodshed, but it was not employed normally.

It was to aggression what kicking down the door with a group of [Thugs] was. And even if you got what you wanted

There will be consequences! We wont let this lie!

Grisa hissed at him. The turn of phrase made Ilvriss pause, but he just shook his head.

Maybe so, Wall Lady. But I insist.

And we are right to believe your number is above eight hundred thousand, but below one million. Lets call it nine hundred thousand gold pieces, hm?

My clientis not willingto sell a value-less item for that much.

The old Drake, Vidam, was fighting Nerul and the five top-level [Negotiators] with a squad of seven. Theyd actually waited for the others to arrive, but Nerul had called on his best friendsincluding the legendary Mister Superior.

Alrric was sitting next to Ilvriss, as a representative of his company. Vidam was sweating, but Nerul was merciless.

Nine hundred thousand gold pieces. In your vaults tomorrow. What do you say, Wall Lord Rellmel? You have to know we cant just walk off. And thatsnine hundred thousand gold pieces now. Rather than someday. [Think About It].

They had used dozens of Skills with overlapping effects. [Everything Has a Price], [See it My Way], [Sweeter Deal]

Do we have confirmation this is a genuine Potion of Regeneration? Excuse me, Id like a [Fact Check] here.

Mister Superior was taking on two Drakes at another table. They gulped and Grisa blurted out before anyone could stop her.

Of course we have one! Its only one third full, but

Ilvriss stirred. Vidam snapped his claw and Grisas mouth shut, but it was too late. Nerul stirred.

I think that just kicked down the value tothree hundred thousand gold pieces. And you know that even if youve stored it properly, a third isnt enough, Wall Lord. Were talking damaged goods, here. You want to sit on that? Or a nicethree hundred thousand? You could live like a [King] for an entire year on that. You and your sister. And this all can end.

Rellmel was sweating. It was also the pressure that got to you at this table. Ilvriss had known hard Drakes, who lived and died fighting.

Even so. There was something unnerving about someone who refused to blink, or stop staring at you. Yes, you could try to win the staring contest.

You would lose. Weressna was blowing smoke into a younger Drakes face; the [Mediator] actually had tears in her eyes.

Nerul was playing nice. Some of his cohort were just staring down the lesser [Negotiators] and winning the battle of wills.

As he said, sometimes he spent three months sweet-talking, sometimes he strode in with fire and thunder.

There would be consequences. And Ilvriss, at that moment, as he saw Rellmels mouth open and Grisa whirl, decided to step in. Nerul had said not to, but it was time.

Fivesix hundred thousand.

Nerul glanced up. He shot Ilvriss a warning look and poked him with his tail.

Ilvriss, I can get

I know, Uncle. But I want to at least try to make thisless painful. Six hundred thousand for a third-full Potion of Regeneration. Well, Rellmel?

He looked across the table. Vidam rose, swaying.

[A Moment of R]

Weressna tapped her cane on the ground and stopped his Skill with hers silently. Rellmel gasped.

Yes. Fine! Damn the potion!

Ilvriss exhaled. He saw Nerul nod, and Vidam collapsed on the table, ashen-grey. His people surged around him. Grisa stared at Ilvriss as the Drake with contracts unfurled the scroll. He had just written the number in magical ink.

And we are ready to sign. Wall Lord?

He offered it to Ilvriss, then Rellmel. The Drake wrote with a shaking claw as Ilvriss sighed. Alrric exhaled.

It will be sent tonight. I have the sum prepared.

It was done. Grisa never looked away from Ilvriss as Nerul and the other [Negotiators] rose to raid the bar, already congratulating each other.

You have made a terrible mistake.

Perhaps so, Lady Grisa. But I need it.

For what? Youre not hurt. UnlessZail? Helessia?

He met her gaze without replying. He rose, as Rellmel sat back, white under his scales. Wall Lord Ilvriss stepped back, and spoke to Alrric.

Cover the costs of this for the restaurant. My deepest apologies. The food usedtips for the staff. All generous. And my Uncle and his friends drink whatever they want tonight. On me.

Thats a mighty tab, Ilvriss.

The Gnoll murmured. Ilvriss nodded.

Less than what I spent on the potion.

True. And what do I do with that?

Ilvriss straightened. He felt light. He left Grisa behind, ignoring her threats. He walked with Alrric.

Send word to Lyonette in Liscor. To the Horns of Hammerad. Tell them to wait. And tell themI have what they want.

It would cost him. It had cost him. But if it was just paymenthe was Wall Lord Ilvriss.

Hed settle the bill.

-

He had done what he could for Erin Solstice. The Potion of Regeneration was away within the hour, with a full escort. Not Shriekbladeshe was with him, but happy since shed thrashed both him and Captain Shieldscale and gotten to cause chaos and watch it unfold.

The Horns might not even need to dare a death zone. Ilvriss hoped it would do what was needed.

But it was the Necromancer who remained. He stood, with Captain Shieldscale, no, Osthia Blackwing, in front of Xesci.

[Detect Life] is the easiest check. But you can fool even [Detect Lies] or [Detect Truth]. If you are a high-enough level [Mage]. Isnt that so?

Yes. Ancestors and dead fucking gods, but I could do that. But this?

The magical artifact draped over Xescis head changed colors with her mood, with the truth. A more advanced crown that revealed a complexity of meaning. Ilvriss hoped it was enough to tell whether a person was real, or a puppet.

You are not an agent of any power, or controlled by an influence besides your own, Xesci. Is that true?

He had asked a dozen times, a dozen different ways.

No.

Ilvriss and Osthia studied the lights. She pointed to one.

Theres something here.

The [Courtesan] shivered. Shriekblade twitched. Ilvriss held his breath. Theyd tested Shriekblade, Osthia, himself, and the last of the members in this room of five. The five who would form the heart of this operation. If any of them owed allegiance to someone elsethey were dead.

Shriekblade had been the biggest gamble, really. But Nerul had told Ilvriss he could stop her from attacking long enough to raise the alarm.

It was ingenious. Send a [Diplomat] at an [Assassin] and you could actually stall even her. For a time.

I.have ties to the Sisters of Chell, I suppose? No one else.

Ilvriss watched the colors light up. Truth. A slight hesitation

No one else besides individuals or friends, yes?

Yes.

Truth, more accurately reflected.

I think shes good, Wall Lord.

Osthia exhaled. Ilvriss nodded at last and the [Courtesan of Change] sagged. He helped her remove the diadem.

Thats it then.

The portly Drake stood. Nerul. He looked sick.

Azkerash lives. And hes got agents

Named Adventurers. Regrika Blackpaw was one. Anyone could be under his sway. We dont know his forces. We dont know his preparations. What I do know is that hes alive and he killed Zel Shivertail. And Periss.

The room was silent. Shriekblade scratched at one earhole.

Huh. Am I supposed to know this?

He looked at her, then Xesci. The Drake woman nodded and licked her lips.

Why are you telling us?

The Wall Lord slowly walked around the room. He met everyones eyes, Osthia, Nerul, Shriekbladeno, Tessa, and Xesci.

Because we have a duty to stop him. And right nowthere are five people in this world we can be sure of that arent his agents. He is, possibly, a Level 70 [Necromancer]. Possibly Level 80.

Ancestors.

Nerul muttered. Ilvriss nodded.

Only Zel Shivertail and an army of the Antinium attacking together beat him. And the Goblin King. Beyond that? He has destroyed Terandrian kingdoms. And I believe he has grown stronger since then. He is our enemy. And right now, we are all that can be trusted.

There was Ryoka Griffin. There had been Erinand others. But they could have been subverted. Replaced. Ilvriss felt his scales crawling.

You are all Drakes. Members of the Walled Cities. Of Izril. I believe you all have a talent and the will to fight back. So.

He sat back, tired, but feeling the tingle in his veins.

Lets hunt the Necromancer. We have my resources. We have an army in training. And we have leads. Now I can actually rely on people

He nodded at Nerul, who could actually organize things with authority.

I can begin pursuing some of the ones outside of Salazsar.

Such as?

The [Diplomat]s eyes were sharp. Shriekblade tilted her head back and forth. Xesci was just staring around, slightly overwhelmed.

Magnolia Reinhart once said something that made me think she knew he was alive. Either she is aware and opposing himor she is concealing the information but hinting at itor

Ilvriss trailed off.

She was his. Nerul muttered.

Ah. So youre on the move?

How so?

Osthia looked blank. Ilvriss glanced at her, and Nerul elaborated.

Magnolia Reinhart is going to Oteslia. It seems only fitting that if you were going to approach her in confidence to find out one way or the other, youd go there. Its an event, which is even more cover. Isnt that so, nephWall Lord?

He looked at Ilvriss. The Drake nodded.

We may have an allyif an untrustworthy onewith sources of information. I wont rule out Human help, or any species or nation. But we have to know, and avoid tipping our hand. Thats why Xesci is here. Nerul helps us reach out, gives us cover and excuses. Xesci can identify themor so I hope. Either way, she can act as a perfect [Spy].

What if she iswrong? What will you do then?

The [Courtesan] licked her lips. Ilvriss met her gaze. Then his head slowly turned. Shriekblade had been fiddling with a knife. Then she blinked at him and grinned.

Thats why Shriekblade is coming too. To Oteslia.

He made his plans. And the potion went to Erin Solstice.

Hope in a bottle.

After Chapter Notes: There were some parts I didnt get to write! Alas! But a big chapter!

Too big? I could have split it, but the action was near the end. So it goes. Im back off my break and hope you enjoyed! Now I am much tired and will soon rest.

But heres your poll chapter. Heres Ilvriss. Was it what you expected? Is it what you wanted? Do you have regrets? The Aba-bets for this month are null and void!

But we might get chapters anyways. Just the ones I think fit. I hope you enjoyed and well see what comes next. Thanks for reading and remember[Diplomats] are scary. Or something. Night!

The Horns of Hammerad by /cmarguel

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