Book 8: Chapter 29

Book 8: Chapter 29

Like a great natural disaster, or powerful spellor simply the clash of armies, the aftereffects, the fallout took far longer than the event itself. Processing that might take days, weeksyears

If you could even piece together the full story. That was the challenge here, for all those aware of the event, even those tangentially related to the main players of the story. If you saw her from afar, that was not knowing what she was.

Belavierr the Spider. Belavierr, the Stitch Witch. Yet she had many more names. There were many titles that had been lost to time, stories in the depths of the secret libraries about her. Before you could process the impact she had made, how close Liscor had come to calamityfor all it had seen enoughyou had to know her.

Which was impossible. So you didnt know quite who had attacked, or what shed done. Or why shed done it.

The consequences were obvious. A child was kidnapped, an army had been beaten back, the dungeons threat resurfacedthere were wounds, recriminations, and it all spiraled around the inn, again. There were dead Gnolls that no one could identify, Goblins riding Wyverns, and so many dead monsters that the Adventurers Guild had hired every [Alchemist] in the city to help catalogue important parts before they went to rot.

That waseasy to deal with. The hard part was asking what had happened. Would it happen again? Was there any way to prevent it, make safeguards? Andwhere was little Mrsha? Was she in direct danger? Had a [Slavetaker] gotten her, or something darker?

Many people asked those kinds of questions. What had Belavierr wanted? What was that spell Xrn had cast? How had that single Antinium beaten her back? Would Hectval try again?

The question betrayed the goals of the individual involved, and their personality. Somesome asked no questions.

Lyonette du Marquin just screamed. Screamed, and ran for the gates, the walls, as if to run to Pallass, before they caught her. Numbtongue? He sat amid guilt and a second horror of failurebut not for long. Not this time.

Some were not able to process at all; the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings simply collected their dead. One of them tipped his hat to Ishkr as the Gnoll gestured at the four men, lying prone after the fighting had ended.

Terrible business, sir. Happens to the best of us, though.

III dont know how to thank you. I cant. Someone should speak to you. Tothey saved us all.

Ishkr looked for someone else in authority to give the Brothers their due, but there was no one. Everyone else was busy or mourning or trying to find Mrsha, or

The man had a tall cap and he looked as old as the Brother he was helping carry away. Ina bag of holding. Hed just bent down and the body had vanished. It seemed disrespectful, to Ishkr. Practical, yes, but for the dead?

Dont you worry, sir. Were used to it. Well get these fellows in the right place. Among their kind. If I may say soit was their choice. It was all volunteers and we appreciate the sentiments, but theres little to say. We had a debt. A debt was paid. Moren paid, maybe.

Two of the other three Brothers who had come by gave the third a significant look and he passed a finger over his mouth.

Apologies. Not my place.

Arewhat will happen now?

The man looked at him as he bent over another body, inspecting the face, identifying him and writing it down, then collecting the body. He glanced up at Ishkr.

Frankly, sir. We wont be back. Id like to say otherwise, buta debts a debt and a man pays it in full, and adds whatever honor has him put over the top. This debts been squared, and the ones who called itre gone. Were not even Invrisils lot.

He gestured to the other two. The other two men nodded, a grizzled, scarred man, and a young one.

The Brothers of Invrisil are half gone. Reinforcements. The ones who thought we had business with the inn made their choice. But we cant keep tallying up numbers. Thought we should break it, impolite as it is.

Noyouve done more than enough.

They had paid with their lives. Because the [Innkeeper] had diedIshkr looked down. The Brother identified the last man. Ishkr hadnt even seen where hed died. He should have gone out in a blaze of glory. Instead, he had gone down in the shadows, holding the line with Numbtongue.

Crimshaw stared up at the ceiling. The Brother touched his eyes, closed them, and moved the bag of holding. Then he was gone.

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The dead and the living. Normen lived; he and another Brother were being treated for poison.

Along with Pawn. The [Priest] had survived the poisoned arrow, mainly becauseit had happened before. This time, the inn and [Healers] were armed with broad-spectrum antidotes.

Antinium were resistant to poisons to begin with, and hed taken a single arrow to the gut. He wasnt able to move, though, and could only speak, lying on his back.

Find Mrsha. I promised Lyonette. Do the Listeners have anything?

Chaos in the Hive, though you would not know it. Antinium didnt run around in a panic or raise their voices. They were justaimless.

Xrn was wounded. She had retreated, and no one would breach the chambers where the Free Queen was working with Xrns magic and potions and her knowledge to mend the Centenium. In the gap of the Revalantor and Prognugator

It was Tersk who eventually went to the Listeners and came back with an answer.

South.

Thats all you know?

Belgrade turned to Tersk. The Armored Prognugator opened and closed his mandibles at the brusque, even interrogatory question to a Prognugator, but he nodded.

Yes. Half the Listeners are damaged beyond repair. They could only identify sounds, not pitch, tenor, or any other qualities. Something moving at intervals, southwards. At speed.

Damaged? Damaged from wh

Belgrade realized they must have felt the battle from Belavierr. He clicked his mandibles.

What do we do? Go after Mrsha? For how far?

He looked around butPawn had passed out again. There was no Klbkch, no Free Queen, no Xrnthe other Hives Prognugators were uncertain too.

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Uncertainty in power. Too much to do, too few resources. Here were the facts, as Drassi, one of Liscors most famous and esteemed individuals liked to say.

Drassi. That loudmouthed [Gossip] whod been fired from her last four jobs in a row for talking too much when shed been working?

Now a city-heroine, the kind you had on a shortlist. Famous; a name known around the world, who gave the city prestige, negotiating power at many tables. Who would have guessed?

Well, the former [Shopkeeper] on Market Street, the most generic street name in any city, supposed it was the same thing that had happened to him. Lism Swifttail, [Councilmember] and one of the few officials who could process thisthis attackthought about what he could do.

Nothing.

He struck the table. Jeiss and Alonna looked at him. Tismel, Zalaiss, and Elirr, the other Councilmembers present during the Meeting of Tribes, all looked up.

Nothing? We have to rescue her!

Elirr shot to his feet; his fur was practically falling out from horror. Lism corrected his words.

I mean, Councilmdamn it, Elirr. What are we going to do? Send the Watch? Send a [Tracker]? How large a force? We are at war. Hectval just attacked us!

We cant ignore that. But we cant ignore Mrsha. Or the fact that thisthis [Witch], Belavierrnearly conjured something that might have caused untold devastation!

Alonna snapped back at Lisms perceived apathy. The [Shopkeeper] fixed her with an eye.

Oh yes, Alonna? And lets say we form a taskforce. Are we sending all of 4th Company? They took nearly a sixth of their number in casualties from one clash with her! All of the Watch? Could, if they even found her, and caught up, all of the Watch even scratch thatthat thing? Olesm? Zevara?

The two Drakes looked at each other. Zevara shook her head at the same time at Olesm.

Not a chance.

She cant just get away with this, Watch Captain!

Jeiss rose to his feet, outraged. Lism snapped back.

Oh yes she can, Councilmember Jeiss!

Jeiss was astonished. The [Swordsman] looked at Lism.

You want to let her go? And Mrsha?

Lism was shaking. He stood up to pace and his tail struck the chairs, it was lashing so hard.

Absolutely. Do you think Im happy about it? But I just read the reports our [Librarian] dug upBelavierr. Full power unknown. The kind of [Witch] who can raise the dead and apparently fight Xrn, Grimalkin, and three damn armies without being hurt! Shes the kind of thing that passes by a city, causes chaos, and they let her go. Maybe even Pallass. Do you know why? Because that is why.

He pointed out the window. At the smoke still rising from the pyres outside the inn. The other Councilmembers looked out the window. Lism sat down. He couldnt control his voice. It was shaking with fury.

We let her go because if we make her an enemy, we vanish off the map. Hectval? Damn Hectval! I want Hectval torn stone from stone and their Council in chains! Belavierr?

He shook his head. The Councilmembers looked at him, some shocked, but he was glad to see Tismel and Zalaiss nodding fervently. Their usual cowardice? It suited him just fine. He wanted all the Council on this page. They didnt touch Belavierr. Lism would never forget.

What about Mrsha?

Elirr stared at Lism. The Drake managed a grimace, not a smile.

Not the same, Elirr. A citizen of Liscor was kidnapped.

And you want to do nothing?

For answer, the purple-scaled Drake leaned on the table. He looked at Elirr, not unsympathetically. He didnt like the troublemaking little Gnoll, who made rude gestures at him whenever she saw him. But she was a child. Stillhis objections there werent the same at all.

Id throw whatever we could at finding herand identifying that Gnoll, Councilmember Elirr. Im willing to entertain whatever suggestions the Watch Captain and Strategist Olesm have to locating and rescuing her. However. Do you really think well be helpful compared to whos going after her?

The Councilmembers hesitated. They eyed the window, where a Wyvern was already taking off; and two more had already flown south. Wyverns, and multiple Gold-rank teams who had heard about the beloved childs disappearance.

So we do nothing. Just like you said.

Alonna looked like she was eating grain mixed with rat feces. Lism already had a plateful, but he nodded.

We focus on where we can make a difference. I know an impossible sale when I see it, Alonna. What can we make sure never happens again?

He stabbed a map, and a list of troop details, battle plans. The others looked at him. Lism stabbed the table until he chipped the tip of his pointing claw.

Hectval. Hectval. Hect. Val.

-

It was a strange day, the day that Thronebearers of Calanfer stared at a tribe of Wyvern-riding Goblins, Antinium, and a pile of dead monsters and decided they had more important things to do.

It was a dead-split between them. Lormel and Ushar wanted to go after Mrsha. It was Sest and, strangely, the wounded Dalimont, face white as a sheet, who wanted to find Princess Lyonette.

Ser Dalimont, Ser Sestif we were not fellow [Knights] sworn to brotherhood and cooperation, I would use language unbefitting of the lowest bar!

Lormel shouted, face purpling; his armor was still battered and bloodstained. Dalimont answered, coughing.

We are one of a number hunting for the girl, Lormel. We are not trackers. The [Princess] is alone in a city under siege. More importantlyshe may know how best to find her. We do not know where one isthe other? We stand to lose both, so we find the [Princess] first. So we are charged. Only the throne can countermand our quest. Ora [Princess].

Lormel and Ushar considered that. Lormel paced back and forth, but there was no time to waste. They were just one of a number of groups that set out. Dalimont, barely able to stay in his saddle, looked at the other bands flowing mostly south.

They were all leaving the inn.

-

The immediate concern of those on the ground was to go after Mrsha. To secure the area, or tell the others what had happened. Word spread, as it did, with some people learning of the event far too late.

Others had seen it live, albeit not broadcast via Wistram News Network. That was a good thing. No one needed to grow Belavierrs dark legend. Besidesthe sight of this kind of thing was destabilizing.

Most importantly, though, knowledge of the strange Skills used by Pawn should remain secret. Perhaps even the fact that those Gnolls had failed to kill Mrsha.

There were a lot of things to process here, and Chaldion began with reports of who was leaving the inn, individuals seen together, and of course, damage reports. He had people marking any number of valuable targets.

Pawn, though.

He eyed the pawn on the chessboard hed fetched out. The symbolism didnt escape himbut of course he knew Erins story of how shed met Pawn. A Worker who befriended an [Innkeeper]or the other way around.

Strategist?

Chaldion looked up. He was having his signature drink, the Chaldions Eye, and the sour had just entered the alcohol. It dulled his mindbut anyone could use a drink after what hed just seen. Besides, this was aftermath. He nodded at his guests.

General Duln of 1st Army, General Shirka of 3rd Army, the newly appointed female Drake, youngest of all of them, and [Stormline Strategist] Esor Ventail were his guests in his private abode. Not including the personal [Caretaker] he now had to keep around.

The [Grand Strategist] grunted irritably at the thought of the annoyinghelpfulconsiderateGnoll [Caretaker] who made living easier but somehow infringed on dignity. His three guests had all been served by her, and they were a carefully cultivated group.

Dulnyou needed Duln on your side. Duln was always on Chaldions side; he had to be, or the commander of 1st Army and Pallass overall forces aside from Chaldion would be an obstacle. Chaldion didnt need that kind of obstacle. Yes, Duln seldom left the city, but he had earned his rank and his forces went to all the other armies. Clout, a solid head, and loyalty; Chaldion had helped him get his position.

Shirka was new, but she was occupying Thrissiams old position. Chaldion needed a [General] who could take to the field and know extracurricular details. With the other armies abroad, she was a suitable candidate.

Of course, 4th Army and Edellein were here, but the older Blackwing was not Thrissiam, for all Edellein was Thrissiams uncle.

As for Esor? The Garuda was a younger [Strategist]. In his forties, in other words. Sharp. He was being groomed as Chaldions replacement. The Assembly didnt like him because he was a Garuda and Duln was a Dullahan. As if the two would form a coup and turn Pallass into Chandrar.

Chaldion snorted. He took another light sip.

Esor. Pawn. Bump him up another ranking for the Eyes.

The Eyes of Pallass. Their agents, some of whom were on the ground now, casting [Appraisal] spells for all they were worth. Esor consulted his list.

That would place the Antinium Worker known as Pawn atGaladz-threat, Grand Strategist.

Shirkas eyebrows rose. Chaldion gestured; he had one of Saliss cigars in his claw, another vice, which he was partaking of now because his nosy [Caretaker] couldnt object in such company.

Internal references, [General].

He saw Esor duck his feathered head with brown running to red and orange as Duln took another serving of ssarish, the sliced meats. As if Chaldion hadnt told him to accidentally use the phrase.

Shirkas eyes brightened up. She was a [General], but Pallass Eyes were another division, and they liked to guard their secrets. Chaldion, of course, was in control of everything.

Code?

He shook his head, coughing slightly as he took another drag on the cigar. Interestingly, his head cleared. Saliss made some cigars to sharpen your cognition, and Chaldion liked those.

A good guess. Each one refers to an incident, historically speaking. Known events or individuals. We dont do a numbered system, but references. Its a complicated chart; Ill send you a copy.

She nodded appreciatively, sitting straight, eyes on him. She was honored to be here, and she was an admirer of Saliss, who she regarded as a true hero from their past meetings. There were far worse candidates to be a [General] of Pallass.

In factall the worse candidates had not gotten to her position. Because Chaldion had picked Shirka. Or rather, hed given her the same tests he gave a wide pool of hopefuls, and she passed.

Neat, orderly, and efficient. Chaldion had watched her career. He watched Liscor through the scrying spell. There was a reason they called him the Cyclops of Pallass. One eye he might have, but under him, Pallass had organization, competent leadership, and intelligence that didnt fight with the military for seniority.

If I die, what will happen? Pallass had lived through poorer commanders than Chaldion, times when the Assembly was in charge, and times where the military ruled all. Chaldion wanted an heir; Esor would only be a fine [Strategist]. And his only heir wasSaliss.

Saliss, who bought Chaldion two more years. The Drake closed his eye. Something, he supposed. More than something. He wondered if the decade Saliss had bought was literally the decade hed used up. He spoke, as much to keep his mind from wandering as anything. And it did wander far too much sometimes

Galadz, Esor. Right below Xrn and the other two Centenium. I am convinced there is something there worth more than the Grand Queen and all the other Queens plans.

A Worker has more effect on the Hives than a Queen?

Duln murmured politely. Chaldions good eye turned towards him and his ruby one flashed.

Could one of the Queens make Belavierr retreat, Duln? Could you?

Could I? The dinner party fell silent. Chaldion coughed again.

The fact remains. Pawn is without an obvious class that could do that. Yet he uses Skillsalso unknown.

Prime target for the Eyes to pluck. We dont need that kind of variable in the Third Incursion War.

Esor murmured. He glanced at Pawn uneasily. Chaldion made a slashing gesture with his claws.

Knock some sense into your headand anyone in the Eyes who thinks that. The instant one of them dies, the Free Antinium are hostile. More importantly? We dont know what he does or how he got that class. What benefits Pallass in the long run is not another dead Antinium, but knowledge.

The Garuda ducked his head. Chaldion eyed him, sucked on the cigar, and spat a cloud of shimmering yellow out.

Stop thinking only in terms of war, Esor. Stop thinking a year in advance. Think of Pallass future. Thats whywell. You owe me a lunch at Tails and Scales, Duln. Ill collect when they reopen, and thats a silver lining at least.

Duln nodded. Chaldion saw Esor focus on the scrying orb.

The Titan of Baleros is at Liscor. Confirmed.

He could have been watching

Shirka ventured. Chaldion grinned.

The Titan, watching from afar? Ill bet he was somewhere unseen.

So were not reporting him to the Iron Vanguard.

Duln looked at Chaldion for confirmation. He had no ties to the Dullahan company, but, well, a species was a species, even for a Dullahan born and raised in Pallass, Chaldion supposed. The Grand Strategist shook his head.

The value is low. Im entertaining keeping it secretand calling in the favor of keeping it secret by putting a birdsong in the Forgotten Wing Companys ear. Perhaps not. Well let it ride.

And not collect on the favor? That is to say, Grand Strategist, if the favor is not logged even in that small way, how will the Forgotten Wing company know they have one?

Esor was struggling to keep up; he had just been attached to Shirkas command, and was still in combat-thinking. Narrow, immediateuseful, but this kind of political strategy was new to him. Chaldion eyed him, amused.

Why, because Niers Astoragon will go about his businesswhatever it might beand not have Pallass interfere. Hell remember it and consider it a debt. A minor one, perhaps.

Pallass doesnt interfere and thats the debt?

Shirka, Duln, and Esor glanced at each other. Chaldion sighed.

He knows I can tell hes there. He knows that I know. If he asks for something, thats different. The Titans not worth much to us here, and his company is infinitely preferable as an ally in Baleros. Tell the Eyes not to look for him.

Look at how they stared at him. Learning, admiring, appraisingChaldion felt old. It was like he and Niers spoke the same language that Esor was fumbling over. Why would Chaldion hunt Niers down, or make an enemy of the Titanrisky as it was to try to capture himfor little gain?

Focus on what mattered. Chaldion spoke around the cigar.

Belavierr. In my city. I didnt even detect her, with all my Skills. Thats the Witch of Webs, for you.

The others nodded, uneasily. Chaldion looked at the scrying orb. The thing waseven Pallass would suffer the Witch of Webs designs, retaliate, drive her offbut even Pallass had trouble bringing her low. She was harder to defeat than an army. Better at running away than even a top-class [Rogue]. And her wrath when roused? He shook his head.

BelavierrIll think about what to do about Belavierr. Shes destroyed the inn. If the Brothers are pulling out

The Goblins are on the move. Leaving the inn.

Mhm. No location on their base?

We havent been able to scry the location, even from Captain Bevussas descriptions, sir.

Well. Investigate. Magic only. I want someone monitoring their flight paths. The Brothers are gone, the inns in ruins. The Antinium are in chaos

Chaldion sighed.

Its time. Have Magus Grimalkin meet me at his conveniencebut dont let him leave the city. Make sure he recovers. Its time. General Shirka? Duln?

The two [Generals] looked at Chaldion. The Grand Strategist sat back, and blew another cloud of undirected smoke up, wishing he knew how the hell Saliss had once managed to create a dancing Drake. They all waited on his words, and he weighed them, trying to know if they were right.

He thought they were. They didnt make him happybut he spoke them anyways. Erin was dead, and after this?

Shirka, Duln. Put together some of your best. Ones you can do withoutcombat leave. A little vacation with little work unless they actually have to fightmaybe a bonus? Volunteers, even. I want a rotation of sixty, all hours. Esor, offer them to Liscor, to secure the inn and watch for Belavierr.

It was the kind of thing that made sense. The two [Generals] agreed instantly. Duln tapped his fingers together.

Persuading Liscor might be important. They canpatrol the Floodplains?

After Belavierr, I dont think it will be hard. Offer some of our [Sappers] or [Engineers] for that damn hole they have in the ground; even repairs for the inn. More fortifications? Dont drop gold on it, and let the Antinium do what they want.

Yes, Grand Strategist.

Chaldion nodded. He stared up at the ceiling and the smoke, beginning to disperse.

I want one of our best [Negotiators]. Not a [Diplomat]. No overt charm Skills. Someone whos actually likable, not who can force a deal. Put them on Troy, Joseph. Extend an offer to Imani and Palt. Find them housingget them into the city by nightfall. The inns in ruins anyways.

Esor inhaled slightly. Shirka sat forwards, and Duln refastened his head.

Its time?

Chaldion nodded.

Its time. The inns no longer safe. Its proven that. Get me Kevin. Damn, I keep forgetting how many there are. No Roseits time.

He took another long sip of his drink. If Erin were hereit would be different. But she wasnt, and this was the umpteenth time the inn had been attacked. It was time. The Cyclops moved. Because what he saw was what would come next.

Esor, I want you to make them welcome. No questions. No proddinggenuinely get them settled in and make sure theyre happy. Questions can come later. I changed my mind. Get me Grimalkin, unless hes too wounded to meet with me. Now.

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She wanted to know what spells Belavierr had used. Exactly what the [Witch] had been trying to summon. How Xrn had used her spellsthe nature of the Antiniums ability to deflect a known Relic-class weapon.

All they wanted to talk about was politics. The woman chewed her lip, thoughts spiraling, going in tangents, running together.

We simply must insist on it, I think. Go through the Scriptels. Its a shame du Valeross is not part of your faction, Naili. An offer to recall her if?

No.

The silky, dangerous tone came from the Star Lamia. The woman glanced at her. Dangerous. Extraordinarily tight enchanting-work; little magical leakage. She was hard to get to share notes, however. Too flighty.

Viltach nodded. He was too focused on economics. Whichmattered, but he kept talking about politics. Too much; he was leading this discussion.

They should all come to Wistram, preferably. I know there is anagreementbut this proves even the Spider is aware of them. Why else would she assault the inn? Can you imagine what she would do if? Do any of you know one of the Tricksters?

Tricksters? A fragment of Valeterisas mind spun away and returned with the common slang used to refer to the Ullsinoi faction. List of membersexactly 2 confirmed, 31 unconfirmed or suspected duplicates, 8 [Mages] who were confirmed not to be part of their faction

Valeterisa, Valeterisa?

The Archmage of Izril focused again.

Hm? What, Feor?

The half-Elf gave her a pained smile that they all assumed she ignored. Verdan Blackwood, the other Archmage, cleared his throat. The Archmage of Dullahans looked at her, wearing his mage armor.

We are asking if you will intercede with Grand Magus Eldavin. We are aware of hisdesiresregarding the inn, but this is clearly an exceptional event. I am sure he is aware of the incident

By now, the Terras faction led by Eldavin and Valeterisa was a wave within Wistram. It went without saying that Eldavin would know. Valeterisas mind hesitated.

[Minor thought // amusement, calculation // conversation possibilities, personal interest] Odds of Eldavin being aware? Strange.

[Introspective thought // self-analysis // logical loop] Query: why strange?

[Major thought diverted // apprehension, analysis // take it seriously, wider diffusion] Until today, I would have given it

[Minor thought // calculation // guesswork] 89%

Likelihood that Eldavin was aware of this. Today?

[Minor thought // calculation // guesswork, sadness?] 62%

Strange indeed. Valeterisas thoughts were not all in one place. In fact, she had learned to sort them. Some thoughts, like her questioning herself, were tasked to do that. Constantly question her assumptions. Others fulfilled conversation topics; she felt her mouth move in response.

I will inquire with him, Archmage Blackwood.

And thus required less intellect than others. She could divert more thoughts to a task as necessary. This was just one level of her racing mind; another was figuring out what she wanted to eat, working on a spell, cataloging and sorting valuable memories and obliterating useless things, and so on.

She had nearly been trapped in her head, once. Ryoka had saved her from this, but Valeterisa would never go without her Skill of [Parallel Thinking]. It was too valuable.

The Archmage of Izril thought her peers could have used that Skill; they were too focused on the inn, acquiring other Earthers at the expense of looking into the Antinium and Belavierr. She vouchsafed this, and Feor hastened to assure her the opposite was true.

I am hardly unaware of the implications of all of the battle, Valeterisa. A [Thaumaturge]. A creator of spells, and one of the Antinium?

What will be done about Belavierr? A monster like that on the loose? We should inform the Walled Cities, even if Pallass is aware.

Viltach licked his lips. Valeterisa searched for all the information she could on Belavierr, and it was precious little. Naili frowned.

When theres a Hydra in the swamps and youre carrying a bucket of gold, you dont go after the Hydra. Earth matters more, is what Im saying.

If shes aware of Earth

Then were in a race with her. Id rather not send [Mages] after her; you saw how well Montressas Shock Orb did. It was like spitting into a tidal wave. No thanks.

Valeterisa looked around. She tapped the table hard. No one was listening. She tilted her head, and came to a logical solution. She slapped the table so hard all four Archmages jumped.

Ow. I regret that.

Valeterisa stared at her stinging palm, and dismissed the painalthough she filed a note not to do that again. Attention gained, she looked around.

You have misunderstood my point, Archmages. I did not suggest merely interdicting Belavierr or countering her agenda in regards to securing Earthers. What I meant waswhy are we not attempting to make contact with her to negotiate for her knowledge?

All four Archmages stared at Valeterisa. The woman stood up, unable to hold in her excitement.

She demonstrated a superior knowledge of magecraft! To have such an experienced individual who predates Cognita and even Zelkyr many times overregardless of the risk, and her divergent class, what we could learn is

She turned, eyes shining with the only desire of her life. Magic, and magic alone. Not politics or power. Oh, her fellow Archmages all wanted that.

Naili was ambitious and young. She wanted to be the greatest of Archmages.

Viltach wanted to be beloved among Terandria, a peer of royalty.

Verdan was too old. Hefeared death and coveted ways to extend his legacy, and did not seek conflict with his position.

Feor? He was closest to her. He wanted magicbut he conflated it with respect, his faction.

Yet they all wanted magic. Justshe looked at their faces and hers fell. They gave her the same, disturbed look she had seen all her life.

Belavierr isnot to be trusted, Valeterisa. You have read all the accounts of her deals, I am sure. They favor her to an extreme.

Yet if we could unlock spells and theories of old, Viltach. What would you not do to further magic itself?

They looked at her, and Valeterisa saw it in their eyes. She opened her mouth and

[Major thought // priority, regret, socialization // do not say it].

She closed her mouth. Yet what was stifled on her tongue was simply a question.

Would you not die for magic? Would you not dive into the heart of it, even if it meant your end? To see the truth?

They would not. So she sat back down, and stared longingly at the only other spellcaster who had leapt, like Valeterisa, into the very center of what she loved.

Magic alone. She had thought Grand Magus Eldavin understood.

He had, Valeterisa believed. Yet somehow, suddenly, practically overnight

He had changed.

-

Grand Magus Eldavinwell, why call him that? Already, some [Mages] were whispering he was the 6th Archmage of Wistram.

Nailihuaile, Verdan, Valeterisa, Feor, and Viltachnot including the last Archmage or the mysteriously absent Amerys that no one talked aboutwho could match Eldavin in magic?

They told stories to the newcomers about his battle on the first night with every Archmage where hed held his own against half of Wistram. To hear his admirers tell it, Eldavin had spanked the Council of Mages and the Archmages with one hand while writing poetry and forgotten spells with the other for the [Mages] to catch up on.

The truth was obviously more complex, but the reason for all the adoration of Eldavin was that where many failed to produce the cake, and only provided the aroma, the Grand Magus was capable of producing the cake, the cutlery, and having both dance about on two legs. He knew old magic. His methods? They worked.

Not hey, this is another type of spellcasting or magical practice, but this is superior to what we do. His students in his classes were showing exceptional magical growth. Levelingoh, the leveling.

From his most advanced group, complaints had come in about screaming [Mages] breaking bones from jumping into the water. Over forty three broken bones in the first month. Torn sinew, even someone nearly losing an eye due to a wand hitting it from a fellow student mid-flight

However, said injuries had also produced countless levels, and there were no less than three new [Aeromancers], graduated from the [Elementalist] class. Similarly, the students in Eldavins mana-intensities classes were rapidly expanding their mana reserves beyond what Wistram would have expected of them. Eldavin was literally increasing their potential as [Mages] beyond what they might have hoped for.

And that was only his fundamental classes. It had seemed, until recently, that Eldavin would refuse to do more than teach history and fundamental spellcasting. Valeterisa walked up, to his private quarters now at one of the highest points of accessible Wistram. He had one of the grand suites, which used to be reserved for visiting royaltynow, the most influential [Mages] fought for them.

Eldavin had been standoffish, despite his heavy involvement with Wistrams politics. He took no direct apprentices; his classes were open to all, and he taught no actual spells, except to Valeterisa, as a kind of payment for her help. That had been, ohthree weeks ago.

Then something had happened. Eldavin had beenwounded. During a failed experiment, he claimed. Troy Atlas had been involved, and neither had said more than that. Yet when Valeterisa catalogued Eldavins behavior, there was a split in his actions after that day. There were a number of factors that had suddenly changed

Him taking Troy Atlas and a few [Mages], students and older ones, as apprentices.Eldavin informing Valeterisa they lacked authority, him changing his stance on Wistrams involvement worldwide.The Grand Magus passing out improved versions of spells to [Mages] in his factionand his faction alonebolstering the already high recruitment.The half-Elf seeking to forge connections with [Merchants] and other historical donorsand new onesto Wistrams factions

Valeterisa cut off her numbering system. She could have accepted most of that. She had even appreciated his willingness to talk actual magical theorems. But the last partthat had made her question him. And it was this. She knocked on Eldavins door.

Grand Magus Eldavin. I would like to speak with you urgently.

She opened the door without waiting for a response. She had found that saved time, despite people objecting to the invasion of privacy.

Valeterisa looked up and met Eldavins gaze. The half-Elf was lying in his bed, having guarded his privacy with a magical, floating cloud that obstructed vision. Nevertheless, she noticed the other half-Elf, Teura, duck under the cloud. The lack of clothing was apparent. Valeterisa saw Eldavin raise a brow.

Yes, Archmagus?

-

Eldavin supposed it was Valeterisas way. Perhaps a power play, to keep walking in on him when he wasindisposed? The woman just didnt perceive the rudeness.

There was something to admire there, actually. Eldavin certainly didnt recoil in shame. There was nothing to be ashamed of, so he threw on a robe and dismissed the cloud illusion.

Apologies, I should lock the door, Archmage. Whats this about an emergency? My dear, it seems Wistrams duty calls.

He smiled at the half-Elf, who nodded to Valeterisa. The Archmage of Izril glanced at Teura, cataloguing her, Eldavin was sure, along with the other people shed observed.

It didnt matter. She was an ally, and it struck Eldavin that Valeterisa would not betray an alliance shed made unless it ceased to become beneficial. She was a logical creature, unlike most Humans. So he bore her small interruptions well.

What new calamity has Wistram uncovered? Has the King of Destruction healed himself? Is Ailendamus attacking another nation?

He guessed; he genuinely didnt know. Of course, Eldavin had his sources, but he had beenindisposedmore often than not some nights. Valeterisa turned as they entered into a more sociable sitting room; she had strode right into his personal bedchambers.

So you do not know. The other Archmages believe you have permanent scrying spells or superior observation enchantments in place.

A reputation does that for you. Almost as dangerous to overestimate your opponents as underestimate.

Eldavin waved a hand, sitting, and keeping his face composed. The half-Elf was in phenomenal shape, thanks to basic physical conditioning magic. He felt wonderful, and as he had once observed to Magus Grimalkin, there was no reason why a [Mage] should not haveeverything.

He saw Teura hesitate at the bedchamber door, glancing at him. Eldavin made a little sign; this was a personal discussion. Hed catch her up later, perhaps hear what Feor had to say. Valeterisas eyes were locked on him.

So you do not have observation spells superior to [Scrying]?

Ah, well.

Eldavin just smiled. Of course he did. Wistram had forgotten more than he knew, and the school of physical combat magics was just one area. Divinationof course, yes.

Still, he wasnt some omnipotent being. So Eldavin listened, and half-shot out of his chair.

An attack on the inn?

He remembered The Wandering Inn! The Grand Magus accepted Valeterisas copy of the battle, inscribed into a spell crystal, and watched it on fast-forward. He sank into his seat, slowly.

Who is that [Witch]! Thatsshes using a ritual summoning spell. I have no idea what that thing is

You dont?

Valeterisa was eager; she leaned forwards like a schoolgirl. Eldavin glanced at her.

Its not a failing; there are any number of such things you could summon. But the scope! The scale! Did you see that? Grimalkin tried [Greater Dispel] on one of the cardinal links and it barely flickered. If that thing had come out, it might have leveledall of Liscor. I cant imagine it would stop after getting past the walls. Trees and Treants, that spell! Thats a [Thaumaturge]!

He spotted Xrn. But his attention was all on Belavierr. Eldavin watched the rest of the battle, frowning mightily. He had a number of thoughts. But his priority after all was said and done was not for Mrsha, or the inn, but the [Witch].

Who was that?

Valeterisa paused. Her grey eyes, shot with what looked like jagged purple thunderthe first uncontrolled manifestations of magical alteration to her eyes from the sheer magical power in her bodyfocused on Eldavin, quizzically.

Youdont know who that is? Belavierr the Stitch Witch? Is this some kind of humorous pun or jest, Grand Magus?

The half-Elf shook his head.

I dont care to waste time any more than you do, Valeterisa. Who? She was using a Naq-Alrama needle. Nothing else has that kind of piercing capability. We just sawthose fools. They were striking at a dimensional-protection enchantment. The sword, half those attacks that got through her [Spellguard] enchantment on the dress? They went into a pocket dimension. Like punching air.

He could follow most of her spellcasting with ease, which made the lack of this powerful [Witch]s identity all the more troubling. Valeterisa nibbled at a fingernail.

Perhaps you know her by another name? The Spider of Terandria? The Witch of Webs? She is an infamous figure; most would recall her name. She is alive, unlike the famous [Mages] of old, or those whose works exist.

Eldavins brows creased. He searched his mind and came up withnothing. A disconcerting nothing, so profound he realized it was tied into the gaps in his memory.

Nothing.

Intriguing. Do you know other recent [Mages] of old? Archmage Doorsa? Valmiraof the recent spell? Shoko, the Warlord-Magus? Warmage Thresk?

She named a number of influential figures, living and dead, whose works had endured. Centuries to decades to millennia. Eldavins look of blank incomprehension continued.

Perhaps its a gap in my memory. Iveno, lets put that aside.

He rose, as much to hide the disconcerting effect the absence of any memory had had on him as to focus on the real issue at hand. The truth was, Eldavin didnt want Valeterisa to know that hedlostsomething after the near-death experience at Cognitas hands.

That damned Golem. That ungratefulhe still remembered it. Eldavin had been going to free her, and then shed resisted his spell! Theyd fought, and hed taken serious wounds.

Troy, that brave lad, had saved him. Eldavin had been wounded for four days. Cognita? No one had seen her, and the idiots didnt think to worry when she vanished.

Well, Eldavin would offer her no more mercies. In a way, he was grateful to her. Shed woken him up. Hed had a good think while he lay, convalescing of his wounds, and he couldnt understand what had gotten over him.

Senility. The half-Elf could recall more recent memories easier. Longer-term ones, like Belavierrs name and anything about her? Gone. He worried about that and had been looking into memory spellsall the ones hed cast and had turned up nothing. Perhaps the Truestone Golem had damaged him with an ability unknown.

Well, hed live. He was living. Eldavin whirled.

Witch of Webs and old legend or not, that inn is under our protection. A poor showing by those three [Mages]! What do the Archmages want to do?

Put the Earthers into our care. They were wary of your injunction, however.

The half-Elf frowned. Grand Magus Eldavin poured himself a drink, then telekinetically whisked one to Valeterisa. She sniffed at the wine, and refused it.

Water is satisfactory for my health and hydration.

Your choice. As for the ArchmagesI dont see why not.

The Archmage of Izril eyed Eldavin, stopping in sipping from some purified water.

You do not? You had been most strident on the issue of Ryoka Griffin and the inn before now.

Ye-es.

Eldavin drew the word out as he sat back down. He glanced around the rather spartan living room; hed have to get more decorations in. All of what he had were gifts right now. A rather lovely tapestry hed accepted from Viltach with some Dragons casting fire down on a cityhe didnt know why hed taken to it. A mage-window that reflected the air over a rather lovely Terandrian city from Feor, and so on.

I dont know why I thought that, Valeterisa. I was quite content to let Miss Griffina Runner who has impressed me now and thenrace about. In light of recent events? I reconsider. Lets pull them over to Wistram if they cant be safeguarded. And that inn is not safe.

Eldavin recalled the inn. Of course, he recalled Ryoka too. He remembered her reaching his cave, him dismissing her, messing with her memoriesah, the tricks one got up to! And him putting a [Geas] spell on her to deliverwell wishesto Azkerash?

For a birthday? Eldavin frowned. Yes, he recalled that. The half-Elf recalled

He looked down at the dying Runner, mildly shocked at the blood. [Restoration]. There was only that spell firsthe began casting it.

The Dragon spread his wings slightly and his forked tongue flicked out

The half-Elf spread his arms slightly and pointed his wand

And then of course, hed gotten to know her more. That impudent, yet charming young woman who made acquaintances of the Frost Faeries. A brave girl

Eldavin couldnt understand some of the choices hed made. Sending a birthdays greeting to Azkerash for his two hundredth? The [Necromancer] had shown just how honorable he was by going after Ryoka. NoEldavin should have left well enough alone and supported Magnolia. Another brave girl.

Brave, and entirely right all those times shed urged him to leave his caveno, his laboratory to take a more active role in the world. Hed make it up to her. Eldavin was making up for lost time.

What he didnt understand was why hed left The Wandering Inn well enough alone. He recalled how much hed admired that [Innkeeper] whod died, mourned her, even. Erin Solstice.

Why? Because shed bested him in a chess game? That no longer seemedsignificantas before. Eldavin shook his head.

No objections, but lets phrase this as the Terras faction agreeing to work together, Valeterisa.

She nodded; she was a savvy expert in Wistram politics, for all her love of scholarly magic. That was why Eldavin had chosen her of all the Archmages to put his might behind. Plus, she was new to Wistram, another returning [Mage] with no true faction, like him. He rubbed his hands together.

As for Belavierr? You dont tackle someone like that without preparations. Well monitor her; Ill look for improved spells on locating her. But lets leave the Walled Cities to deal with her; theres always favor to be curried among the Drakes. The Meeting of the Tribes is going ondamn. A shame Wistram cant send an envoy over, but were at odds with them, arent we? I dont understand where this idiocy around Gnolls cant be [Mages] is coming from.

It began when I was a student, I believe.

Hmm. Well, in that caseif you want to take the Archmages and this inn businesswell grab any of them who return, and one is already coming this wayIll scribe some more spells down.

Valeterisa paid attention to that.

Any ones I am unfamiliar with?

Eldavin gave her an apologetic smile.

None. Basic spells, Valeterisa. WellI say basic, but no one knows how to summon elementals as familiars. Let alone form pacts! Not a single young student walking around with a Waisrabbit under their hat. The benefitswell leak it to our people later. Ill copy over the advanced theorems to youlater this week.

She nodded, disappointed, but Eldavin was feeding her spells slowly. She was brilliant, but give her everything and her investment in the Terras faction was limited. And Valeterisa had given him practically everything hed asked for. All her lists of connections, all her secrets, everything for magic.

Well, hed repay her. Eldavin stroked his beard. The Archmage of Izril bade him farewell, giving him another of her owlish looks. He glanced to the side when she was gone.

Ah, you were here too?

I just came in. Reporting, Grand Magus.

Excellent. Thenshall we discuss matters over wine?

The shy [Bard] ducked her head, but Eldavin ushered one of his apprentices in. Of course, it was a mix between individuals like Teura who had sought him out, throwing her old faction aside, and other [Mages] whose company was simplybeyond palatable. He taught them, advancing their spellcraft, and the half-Elf thought they genuinely enjoyed his company. If not, he wouldnt have been as interested. And after allone should prize mutually beneficial relationships.

He smiled, reclining. Fair company, influence over worldwide events, and a growing collection of small, useful artifactsfar better than that damned gloomy cave. He couldnt remember if anything was in it. He remembered catalogingwhat, air? Eldavin led the young, and quite charming lady, to a more personal, private setting, and remembered to lock the door this time.

He stopped only once, frowning, before following after the giggling young woman. The half-Elf touched his chest. He was fit, with a clean bill of health from all [Healers]. Hed looked into it, but he was without flaw. So why?

Why did his heart hurt so?

Then he shook it off and got back to living.

-

Valeterisa stopped outside of Eldavins door. She had not missed the [Bard] whod remained. Nor Eldavins proclivities of late.

[Major thought // introspective, analysis // troubled, not exactly hurt] But not me. I must not be attractive enough.

Troubled, yes. Not offended; Valeterisa was glad. She would have done whatever was necessary for magic and she was familiar with this kind of relationship. It might have entangled things had they split up, and that was needless work.

However. She feltValeterisas thoughts ran through over a hundred words and settled on the easiest.

Disappointed.

Yes, simply disappointed. In Eldavin. She had thought he was different. She looked back and uttered the words even she had known would be socially unacceptable.

What happened to you, Grand Magus?

He was the same. Still insightful, still genius, possessing knowledge long-lost, but something was gone. His values had changed. She did not know why. But it changed Valeterisas attitude towards Wistram.

The Terras faction was valuable. Eldavin? She would have followed him to Rhir to learn more. He was giving it to her, piece by piece, though. SoValeterisa wondered if she was needed here.

Grand Magus Eldavin wanted an Archmages power behind him. Valeterisa didnt need to be here to grant him that. If he continued to provide her with new magical theorems approximately every week and a half, her involvement here corresponded mostly to Wistram politic gains, information on Earth, and personal relationships.

Not magic. Valeterisa was reasonably sure the Terras faction would double or triple in value, so now she walked away from Eldavins quarters, routing a [Memo] spell at Viltach with the details about the inn.

She decided she would consider leaving the academy. Because she wasdisappointed?

Disillusioned?

All information sourced from Wistram regarding Earth could be analyzed in any location. Spells, likewise. Valeterisas actual body could be put to use in more advantageous locations than here.

Especially since Eldavin had confessed hed given her a sabotaged long-range teleport spell and helped her realize the true spell behind his tricky, flawed version.

Valeterisa stopped in the banquet hall. She looked around as [Mages] and students gazed at her.

[Information request // urgent, priority // anything I am forgetting?] What did Valeterisa have to do in Wistram?

Short-term goals: Look into Troy Atlas golem. Research possible wind-magic regarding Ryoka Griffin.

Long-term goals: Learn magic from Eldavin. Acquire more funding and support for magical research. Continue researching Earth technology with links to magic.

Well, shed crossed out a lot of things from that list. Valeterisa appended one more item to that list as she felt one of her thoughts ping her.

Eat food.

The Archmage of Izril was nothing if not direct. She reached out, and snatched the nearest object from a Golem walking towards the buffet line. She stared at a pizza slice.

Possibly nutritious.

She scarfed it down. Students watched in a kind of awe, and even Telim, the famous snatcher of entire turkeys and dishes, looked a bit impressed or appalled as Valeterisa gobbled down sufficient nutrition with her bare hands. From the buffet table. Without a plate.

Then she grabbed the most convenient-looking foods, dumped them into her bag of holding so she wouldnt have to do this later, and walked off.

Sala, the Selphid [Mage], leaned over to Telim.

And here I thought you were bold. Think we should tell her about the Earther ideathat drink that contains all you need to eat in a day?

Telim harrumphed.

She might be blatant, but shes no Archmage of Food. As for that drinkbah! Ill see it dead before anyone produces it here. Takes all the joy out of life! It offends me to my core. So as I was saying, Salaconsider joining the Terras faction. I know, youre independent and youve heard it all before, but heres my rebuttal. Eldavin

Valeterisa walked off. She had made up her mind, and when she didshe acted. Many people wasted time with overthinking things. Valeterisa overthought everything, but she seldom wasted actual time on actions that could be simplified.

For instanceshe rattled the doorknob as she came to a halt at her next destination. The door was locked. Valeterisa stopped stuffing the books shed pulled out of the library into her bag of holding; all the books she hadnt had copies of, that was. She pointed at the door.

[Unlock].

It unlocked. The Archmage walked in. She saw Troy Atlas andsomeone she didnt care about whirl.

-

Trey Atwood had just been conferring with Calac Crusland about Amerys. The situation in Chandrar was looking bad, but they werent able to find heryet!

Im Eldavins apprentice, Calac! Give me a bit more time!

We were told to move as fast as possible. The King of Destruction is wounded and you want to learn spells?

Thats why were here. Just

The doorknob rattled and both young men turned from their fierce argument. Trey saw Calac instinctively go for his sword.

Who is it? Im a bit busy!

He heard no response as he called out. There was a muffled voiceand then Valeterisa opened the door.

Archmage! What?

Both young men lurched to their feet, with the instinctive fear that shed overheard. But Valeterisa didnt look accusatory. She just looked, well, vaguely lost-in-thought as always. Her eyes focused on Trey.

Ah, you are here. Good.

Archmage, can I help you?

Mm. No. Where is it? [Appraisal]. There.

Valeterisa walked over. Trey saw her bend downand a waist-sized Golem jerked upright. Minizi reached for her rather-more-dangerous claymore. She was being repaired after venturing into Wistrams uncharted area, but shed come back victorious after killing some kind of monster.

Archmage, thats

Valeterisa plucked a bit of Lifesand from Minizis miniature dreadlocks. She put it in her bag of holding and looked up. Trey stared at her. Minizi flailed, outraged.

Oops. That wasaccidental

The Archmage of Izrils eyes flickered as she tried to come up with an excuse. Then she shrugged and gave up.

Here you are.

She put a handful of gold coins on the bed, turned, and walked out of the room. Trey and Calac stared at the Lifesand stealer as Minizi tried to totter after her, waving her sword. Calac turned to Trey.

What was that?

-

Valeterisa had found that if you took what you wanted, you could get away with it in a statistically high number of scenarios. She walked through Wistrams corridors, ignoring the looks, the muttering when she ate, or acted rudely

She didnt care. In a way, it didnt matter. If she needed someone to like her, Valeterisa would make an effort.

I gave everything for magic. My youth, my health, friendshipsI left Wistram because few [Mages] believed in that. I thought Eldavin

Well. She was leaving. The Archmages thoughts kept drifting back to Eldavin. It was a curious flaw; she was actually a bit emotional about it.

[Calm].

She produced a wand, stuck it against her temple, and lowered her own defenses against the spell. A [Mage] passing by stared at her. Valeterisa nodded as her mind loosened its grip on the disappointment Eldavin had caused.

That was better. Time to pursue the most optimally advantageous activities. Not in Wistram. Ironically, despite Earth being present, every [Mage] was devoting their time and attention to researching and collecting more information about Earth.

Valeterisa could recognize when a research team was overstaffed. She would collect salient data after they had organized it for her. She had a simple formula she employed.

To further the understanding and depths of magic, one needed a number of factors.

Time. Funding. Knowledge.

No more than that. Of course, you broke down all three areas into subcategories; time meant safety, a research spot, like the island she had labored to secure and fortify. Alsoa way to prevent oneself from dying of old age. She was working on that, and kept hoping someone would start selling Potions of Immortality or Reverse Aging. Shed worry more in ten years.

Funding meant influence as well as money. After all, to acquire knowledge, spellbooks, or resources like mana crystals, you needed support. Financial and political.

She was heading out of Wistram because they had nothing more to offer her. Izril did. Or Terandria. Baleros?

HmI should set up teleport waypoints to travel easily between the island and Wistram first.

Valeterisa left Wistram through the front doors. She nodded to some students going out to try fishing with magic, walked past some Golems unloading cargo from the docks, and down, to the pier.

No, but! You have no funds, Miss Fierre. You might have to hire experts, provide for yourself.

I have enough money for quite a bit.

And Ill cover all expenses. Im putting a bounty on Mrsha! Her safe return, I mean! Anything you need for travellinga carriage, foodits yours.

Selys stalked into the conversation. Fierre glanced up. The Drake was agitated, near tears.

Whoevers going to find MrshaIll help!

Olesm threw up his claws, but in the next breath, he turned.

Alright. If youre going southat least let me get you a map. You do have a map, dont you?

Snapjaw glanced up at him.

Yes? No. Give map, blue Drake. Thank you.

-

Joseph Ortega watched Olesm argue with Fierre, Snapjaw, and Numbtongue. WellNumbtongue just sat there. He had drying blood on his armor. He had cut down countless numbers of the monsters and soldiers in the hallway.

Joseph wondered what level he was. The [Bard] looked bleak, though. Yet he wasnt a statue in the garden; he was going with the others.

To find Mrsha. Joseph on the other hand was aware of how Montressa and Bezale were fending off the others trying to get to him. The [Mage] was arguing, red-eyed and bleary with a Pallassian [Negotiator]. She was winningmainly because the fumes of alcohol were half-choking the Drake.

Soare you going with them? Imthinking about it, you know? Otherwise, were like, going with one of them, arent we?

Joseph turned. Troydel walked over, hands in his pockets. Joseph, who had stabbed someone with a spear for the first time today, stared at the other Earther.

Where the fuck have you been?

Pallass.

The young man avoided Josephs look. He spoke, a bit too rapidly.

Sorry I missed it. I meannot sorry. This is all crazy. Did you hear? Everyones leaving the inn. They want me to go to Pallass. Wherewherere you going? Unless youre joining the hunt?

Joseph opened and closed his mouth. Troy stared at Numbtongue and the Wyvern.

Theyre going to jump on that thing and fly off? Like the Goblins? I didnt even get to speak to the Goblins!

He meant Rags and the others, especially the amazingly-cool wolf-riding Goblin with the twin swords. That was the kind of thing Troy and Leon had wanted to see. Joseph? He just stared at Troy.

You want to go with them?

Why not? Hey, if you dont want to go to Pallass, we can fight it! They cant drag us off!

Troydel made a fist and threw a jab, which told everyone who saw it, watch out, this kid doesnt know how to fight. Joseph just looked at his hands.

He knew that he wasnt a fighter when he tried to be an adventurer. Today had just confirmed it. Kicking footballs around was a lot more fun than holding a bloody spear as someone slashed at you with a sword.

Are you really going to go with them after Mrsha?

Troydel lowered his hands. He looked at Joseph, at the blood and corpses. He blanched at the sight of an adventurer disemboweling one of the dead monsters and comparing the organ with a sketch.

No. Im not. And Im not staying here. I meanlook.

He stared at the inn. Joseph saw the holes in the roof, the battlefieldTroy shook his head.

We were safer with Magnolia.

We didnt do anything.

Yeah. But we were safer. Right up until the [Assassin] attack, I guess. Well. Erin helped us and Ive got my thing

Joseph eyed him, but Troy didnt elaborate. The young man turned to Joseph.

But Galina was right when she went with the Players. Here isnt where I want to be. Im going to Pallass. You coming with?

The [Football Coach] debated using [Power Kick] to boot Troy into a pile of corpses, but the fact was, he agreed with Troy. He shrugged.

Im going somewhere. Maybe Invrisil?

He rose to say goodbye to Numbtongue and the others. To wish them well. None of them seemed surprised as the young man from Spain hung his head.

Id like to come with, butIm not a fighter.

No.

Numbtongue raised his head. He looked at Joseph and said it clearly. But he did rise and offer Joseph something.

It was a hand. Joseph shook it. The [Bard] stood, looking exhausted, bloody, but he did meet Josephs eyes.

Go. We will come back. With Mrsha.

If theres anything I can domoney? I have money. I can help Selys. Just say it.

The others nodded. Joseph stepped backand all the agents clustering around the field surged forwards. Fierre herself broke off investigating one of the downed Gnolls who had gone after Mrsha.

Wistram, Pallassoh, hey. Thats someone from Roshal. UmTerandrian?

She was counting the people vying for Josephs attention. The young man backed up.

Coach Joseph, Coach Joseph! Hear me out! Before you decide on a place

A home, fine accommodations

You dont want Pallass! Invrisil is full of your people!

Most of them had no chance. Even if they were agents hired from abroad to keep tabs on the inn, you werent going to get Joseph to sail to Lailight Scintillation. They tried, though. Right up until Bezale blocked them with a [Wall of Stone].

Thats enough! Joseph, youre heading to Invrisil with us, right?

The [Football Coach] nodded dubiously. Instantly, Pallass agents protested, but one of them was already hurrying after Troydel, as the young man tried to see if he could get a better offerwith few results.

The fact was that all that attention, the circling vultures as Valeterisa, Chaldion, or Fierre might describe them, were various powers realizing the inns clients were up for grabs. Imani and Palt had already vanished under an [Invisibility] spell and were heading to Liscor.

Joseph on the other hand? They wanted Joseph. Some of the agents might not have even known the value of an Earther, hence Troydel being ignored.

Joseph was worth a lot no matter what you knew, and it looked like a showdown between Invrisil and Pallass over the [Coach]s place of residence, for all he was contracted to teach both. Especially because Invrisil had beaten Pallass in their first matchup, much to the horror of the Walled City.

That was sports for you. Chaldion had told his people to get Joseph if possible.

But the real Human that the agents were looking for, saving their best offers for, charm Skills, was Kevin.

Kevin, who made bikes. You could take football or leave it, but bikes, skateboards, and Solar Cycles was transportation and anyone with eyes wanted Kevin. Fierre even saw a delegation from Esthelma bunch of [Miners]fight through the crowd.

Wheres Kevin? Were just going to get him

Excuse me, I represent

The [Negotiator] from Pallass, and a hired [Contractor] who was representing Khelt both lost to Esthelm. Not because the small city had better [Negotiators], but because they knew how to throw elbows. As Ilvriss uncle, Nerul, would have observed, that was why you had an anti-combat Skillor a [Bodyguard].

They fought through the crowd, although Esthelm would have been mostly happy to let Kevin stay in Invrisil where Hedault was. However, the [Miners], despite their tremendous ability to shove people aside, didnt get to Kevin first. They did a circle through the crowd, and Fierre looked up from where she was conferring with the hunting group.

This was all a sideshow to Olesms discussion with Snapjaw. They had to organize a route, supplies, and a team.

Listen. If its Numbtongue, me, Badarrow, Snapjaw, um, your Wyvern

Icecube.

Snapjaw patted the Frost Wyvern affectionately. Fierre stared at it.

Yes. Well, Im sure youre all high-level. But those Gnolls were good. We need more than just four.

Badarrow will see. Otherwisewe go. You dont need to come. Bloodbiters too much work. Scream under sun, scream when cooking with garlic, scream when someone sneezes in silver dust

Ulvama poked Fierre in the side and the Vampire girl went white with terror. Olesm just gave Ulvama a blank look.

I dont know what that means, but Ill see what I can do.

He walked off and Fierre stared at Ulvama. The [Shaman] just gave her a self-satisfied look.

What? I wrong?

II

Before Fierre could shout or scream or run away, someone walked over.

Excuse me, Sirs, Missesheard you were heading after the young girl. Mrsha, as it were. Mind if we tag along?

The group looked up. And there were two Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings. Numbtongues eyes widened.

You lived.

Normen, the younger Brother, tipped his hat. He had a nasty scar down one cheek; a product of an enchanted blade. The other Brother had come from Liscor, having been arrested during the altercation with Wanderer. Those two alone had come over; the other Brothers had left.

You want to come with?

Snapjaw glanced at them, surprised. She had seen the dead hat-men. Normen and the older Brother tipped their hats.

If we could be of use, Miss. The little Gnolls gone, and we were supposed to look after her. Doesnt feel right, leaving her.

Numbtongue looked at Normen and thought of Crimshaw and the others. The [Bard] spoke, slowly.

You do not have to. All debtsyou paid them.

The younger Brother nodded. He reached for his side and produced something.

Crimshaws dagger. Hed collected it from his mentor. The one thing he would keep. Normen flicked it up, caught it. Then looked at Numbtongue.

So you say, sir, and its appreciated. I just feel that Crimshaw would be going. Since hes resting, Ill come. If you need me.

He held out his gloved hand. Numbtongue looked at it. Then he slowly took it. Fierre watched, eyes flicking to Ulvama.

The expedition grew. In the background, the susurration and arguments had grown quiet. The Vampire girl looked over, and someone raised their voice.

Hey. Hold on. Stop elbowing me! Justtruce, alright?

The factions ceased fighting, Montressa and Bezale with Joseph behind a barrier, Troydel shielded by Pallass [Soldiers]. The others looked around. One of the battered [Negotiators] stared about.

Where is Kevin?

The others looked, but they began to realizein all the confusion, the person they were fighting over wasmissing.

Kevin was gone.

-

Below the city of Liscor, the Antinium were making plans of their own. The Painted Antinium gathered around Pawn, who lay, convalescing, but turned as a new Antinium walked their halls.

Bird stopped in front of Pawn. He looked down.

You cannot travel, Pawn.

Thatis probably true, Bird. Are you going? You?

The [Bird Hunter] looked at Pawn.

Of course. I am here to see who else will come. I know I am banned, but Klbkch is not here. So I poo on him.

Belgrade hesitated. The [Tactician] tapped Bird on the shoulder as the others drew around.

You mean, you poo-poo him.

Possibly I would do both if he were here.

-

In Goblinhome, as soon as she returned, Rags called the Goblins of her tribe to her as Badarrow stood before them. The [Sniper] leaned on his bow as Rags explained to the Goblins an abbreviated version of what had happened.

Most knew already, the Goblin social network being infinitely faster than most modes of communication. What they were curious about waswhy their Chieftain had summoned them.

Also, who that was. Rags noticed the stares and turned her head. She jumped.

What are you doing here?

Kevin stared around. The [Engineer] scratched at his head.

I uhwanted to meet the Goblins that Erin was always talking about. He said it was okay. Were all splitting up anyways, so

The young man gestured at the best [Negotiator], who had gotten him before anyone else. Rags turned to face Calescent. The [Spice Chef] looked smug as he waggled his eyebrows. In Goblin body-language, he was expressing immense satisfaction and hilarity at her reaction, and a slight shift of his head indicated the crossbows. And Kevin.

Eh, Chieftain? Seems like I did good, huh? Want to buy me that spice rack after all?

How?

Rags eyed Kevin, ignoring the smug [Chef]. Kevin scratched at his head.

WellI was looking at the Wyverns, and Calescent was like, want to fly? Come with. So I did. Am I in trouble?

Master-class negotiation. Rags looked at Kevin, and then turned back to Badarrow. That was not what mattered right now. It was simply this. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

-

Mrsha is gone. The inn is being abandoned. Erin is dead. For now. So, I am leaving.

Bird spoke. The Antinium listened. The inn wastheir heads swung back to Pawn. Yet the [Priest] just listened. His gaze was fixed on Bird.

The [Hunter] stood in the center of the Antinium, the Free Antinium, the Antinium from other Hives, looking around.

Hello. I forgot to say thisI am Bird. You do not know me, I do not know you. Especially you.

He pointed at Xeu. The Silent Antiniums Prognugator clacked her mandibles. The others looked at Bird as he turned around.

That is not important; I do not care. Mrsha is gone. I am going after her.

Someone spoke.

You will not survive.

Pivr. Pawn had nearly forgotten the Flying Antiniums Prognugator was here. Pivr stared at Bird.

Are you suggesting leaving Liscor? That is not a sensible decision. To the south lies the lands of the Drakes. Gnolls. We are bound by our Hives pact with them. If any Antinium is found outside of Liscor or the Hivelands, they will be killed.

Thank you for telling me, not-bird Antinium. I like your wings.

Bird looked at Pivr and turned away. He happily ignored Pivr.

I have never been to the south. Yet some Gnoll has taken Mrsha. She is missing, and she is part of the inn. If Erin wakes up tomorrowshe will be sad. Lyonette will be sad, if Mrsha never comes back. I will besad.

The Antinium listened. Bird looked around.

So. I am going. I do not know where I am going, exactly. But I came here to ask if anyone is coming with me.

They looked at each other, Belgrade, Garry, Pawn, Yellow Splatters, as the Antinium made his request.

-

Badarrow is leaving. So is Snapjaw. They go to find this Gnoll.

Rags spoke. The Goblins susurrated, expressing their feelings in gestures more than words. Rags looked at Badarrow. He should say something.

Am going.

The taciturn [Sniper] glanced along the lines of faces. Towards the Redfangs.

At Redscar, the last leader of the tribe. Redscar folded his arms.

Chieftain has battles to fight. You leaving tribe?

I give him permission. He comes back if not dead.

Rags snapped back. Redscar shrugged. Badarrow looked around, and a sea of glowing crimson eyes met his. Kevin watched, fascinated, as a Wyvern sniffed him and drooled.

This is what they said.

-

Bird looked at Pawn. Badarrow glanced at Rags as he leaned against the Wyvern ready to take him back to Liscor. Andfurther beyond.

Will you stop me?

Bird tilted his head, curiously, gazing at Pawn. The [Priest] looked up at him.

Stop you? I would go with you if I could. But BirdPivr is right. We are Antinium. I cannot ask others to die. The Antinium are going to war. Is that not so, Belgrade?

The [Tactician] walked forwards. He nodded slowly, looking at Bird, at the floor.

We are to battle Hectval. I was asked by Olesm to take commandBird, I promised.

The [Hunter] just smiled.

If you promised, Belgrade, you must fulfill your promise. Unless you lied. I am not stupid, Pawn. Just silly. I will tell them, properly, what will happen.

The [Priest] nodded and sat back. It was up to Pawn. The Workers and Soldiers listened as Bird stepped forwards. He faced them, the Free Antinium of the Hive, and Xrn and the Free Queen both listened and watched through their eyes.

Bird looked around, at the room full of painted signs, Fortresses of Fluff, books and toys and things to make livingbetter. He looked at his kin, and then back up towards the ceiling. When he spoke, his voice was not as playful, not as relaxed as it normally was.

It was still both things. Yet Birds voice wasserious. Intent. Conversational, matter-of-fact, and determined. Even the first Workers, Garry, Belgrade, and Pawn, who had known him from the beginning, with the [Innkeeper], had never heard him speak like that.

I have been to Pallass, you know. Someone once said Antinium would never take Pallass walls and I walked on them. It was okay. There were lots of bird-Wyverns, and I got into trouble. I nearly died. But that is normal.

The Antinium listened. Pivrs mandibles opened and closed. Bird had done that. The [Hunter] shook his head, his antennae waving.

They say these things. Antinium are not allowed here, or there. We are on Izril, and Liscor and the Hivelands, but we never go anywhere else. Maybe because there is nothing to see. Sometimes, though, I think there must be countless birds Ive never seen, if I walked north, or south, until I left Liscor behind. I never did, because I did not need to. Liscor is nice. The inn is nice. But now, it seems the inn has run away. A silly little Gnoll has gone missing again, and I must find her.

He looked around. The [Sniper] spoke.

Her name is Mrsha.She is part of the inn. That inn. I am going after. That is why I go. If I come backI will rejoin tribe. But I am going. To find her. Or die. Numbtongue is alive. He goes too. And Snapjaw, Ulvama.

The Goblins stirred. They knew all those names. Rags looked at Badarrow. She nodded to him.

It is a thing Badarrow must do. So he does. If any Goblin wants to go withthey can. They will be part of the tribe. But. They will die.

She did not lie to them. She did not promise them illusions. You should not, between Goblins. Goblinhome focused on Badarrow. Now, they knew what he wanted.

I cannot promise we will come back. NoI promise the other thing.

Bird stood in front of them. His head rose, and he looked upwards. To the sky he could not see, but had stayed so many days and nights under. This place? This hive wascramped.

Pawn felt like he couldsense Birds thoughts. For a second. The [Hunter] spoke then, and looked at the Antinium.

I am asking if you wish to come. But I will tell you this: if you leave, you will never come back. That is the truth.

The Antinium stirred. Bird walked forwards.

We are Antinium. All these things Pawn and the not-bird over there said are true. We go to rescue Mrsha, but we are Antinium. If you leave, you will die far from the Hive. With no one to write your paint on the walls. No one will make a statue for you. It may be painful. NoI am sure it will be.

Rags bellowed to the listening Goblins.

This is not for the tribe! It is not for the good of Goblins!

Bird nodded.

We are not meant to leave Liscor.

Redscar spoke to Badarrow.

They will hunt you across Izril! If you go with them, they will watch you and try to slaughter you with every step you take. So why do you ask?

He bared his teeth. A challenge, a question. Badarrow met the older Goblins gaze, unflinching. He thought, and Bird replied. He looked around, having prefaced the journey with the truth. The odds against them. Certain death.

I tell you this because it is true. And I am asking because I am going, not because I want more Antinium to die with me. That is not my goal. If you were wondering.

Didnt say I wanted Goblins to come.

Badarrow addressed Redscar. The Goblin raised his brows.

Then what?

Bird looked around, spreading his four arms to his Antinium audience.

I am asking if you want to come with me. Because I am going. I must. So if you mustcome. If you know you must go, even if you die, that is why you go.

He lowered his arms. Looking at Garry, Belgrade, Pawn, all of whom knew what called him. Garry was opening and closing his mandibles, but Bird laid a hand on his arm.

Pawn is hurt. Belgrade has a promise. And you are bad at fighting, Garry. I am going. Erin is hereyou can protect her. Mrsha is different.

You cannot leave it to anyone else, Bird?

Garry whispered. Bird just smiled. He shook his head.

Mrsha is my big sister. She said that and I have no idea what it means, but it means something. I am the younger brother! Although she is sillier than even me. I must go.

The Goblin nodded.

A debt for the inn. It is still here. For the Redfangs who were there. Headscratcher. Shorthilt. They would go. So I am going.

Badarrow looked around. There were not Goblin words for the specific meaning of debt. Not like this.

How many times will you pay it?

Redscar. He didnt scoff, but the Goblins were curious. Badarrow just gave him a pointy grin.

You never finish, until you die.

The other Goblin thought about this. Then he laughed and nodded.

-

They stood there, in a single rank of bodies.

Antinium.

Goblins.

Hobgoblins and regular Goblins.

Workers and Soldiers.

Painted and unpainted, [Shamans], [Warriors], Cave Goblins and Mountain City Goblins, Redfangs, Prognugators of foreign Hives, Individuals and not.

If you would join Bird, and leave us

Pawn raised his voice. Rags shouted.

Goblins who will follow Badarrow

Step forwards.

The line of Goblins and Antinium moved. Thousands of Goblins and Antinium, as one, did nothing.

They did not volunteer. They had heard what lay ahead and decided not to. Bird smiled and Badarrow grinned.

Good. Because they didnt want all of them. If all of them had volunteered to die, that was a problem.

Their eyes fixed on the ones who had moved.

They stepped forwards, in perfect synchronization with no one else, and looked around, hesitated, and began to step back.

Then stopped. Goblins and Antinium looked at each other. For reasons only they knew, they had left the others. Stepped out of line.

Fifteen Antinium. Twelve Goblins.

Badarrow nodded. The Goblins of Goblinhome were tired of dying. Even for the best of reasons. Yet twelve had come. Twelve, who thought they had a debt yet to pay. He saw only three Redfangs. The rest of the Goblins were all of one kind.

Cave Goblins. He nodded at them and they bared their teeth in reply.

Bird glanced at the Workers and Soldiers. The ones who had known Mrsha. Who had gone to the inn. He made to walk towards them and two of the Antinium who had moved blocked Birds path.

Xeu, the Silent Antinium, and Pivr, the Flying Antinium, Prognugators both. Pivr clacked his mandibles, looking around in agitation. He gestured at Bird, as Xeu rubbed her scythe-arms, just as perturbed.

We have orders not to let an asset to the Hive die. You should restrain him.

Yellow Splatters had not moved. He leaned against one of the walls and spoke as he looked at Bird.

You could try. We will watch.

We have authority. Over you. You will obey.

Xeu whispered to Bird, one of the few time she had ever spoken. Bird blinked at her.

No.

The Silent Antinium stared at him. Bird peered at her.

How about that?

He began to walk past them, and the two Prognugators blocked his way.

We have authority.

Pivr looked confused. Xeu raised a scythe, hesitantly, as if wondering how to stop Bird without hurting him. It was one of the Workers who spoke.

No, you do not.

The voice was female. It spoke through the Worker. The Antinium fell silent. Bird looked up.

Oh, hello.

The Free Queen of the Antinium looked at Pawn. The Prognugators of other Hives knelt. It was the Free Queen who spoke. Just this.

Bird. I name you Revalantor of the Free Antinium. Go. If you would protect him, Xeu, Pivr, you will bow to his will.

The two Prognugators looked up. Bird smiled.

Thank you.

Then he walked out of the Hive. The Antinium followed.

-

The Goblins came down from the mountains the next day. The Antinium left their Hives.

By that time, Selys had bought as many supplies as she could. Bags of holding, horses.

There was only one Frost Wyvern. Fierre had been fretting over sunproof cloaks, their route. Andthe gathering.

Antinium? Ive never seen an Antinium ride a horse. Goblins too? This is suicide.

Palt was trying to talk them out of it. Bird pressed a finger against his mandibles.

Be shush, silly horse-man. Do you think we dont know that?

The two Brothers leaned against their horses, looking at their travelling companions as the Goblins stared at the Antinium. Bird? He just made a fist and bumped Badarrow and Numbtongue and Snapjaws fists all at the same time. Ulvama ignored his fist-bump.

Who else is coming? Whos that?

Ulvama frowned, standing straighter and hefting her staff warily. More people were coming from the inn. Fierre turned. She blinked.

She had expected one, not the other two. They slowed as they came down the hill. Palt looked up and scowled.

Absolutely not! Youre not fighters!

Yeah, but were Runners. And if youre chasing someonetheres no one better. Fierre, I heard you wanted Garia. Not me?

Fals and Garia Strongheart trotted down the hill. The City Runner and [Martial Artist] gave Fierre grins. The Vampire blinked at Garia.

He wanted to come.

What about you? Youre not a warrior either!

Palt trotted over. Octavia bit her fingernails.

But its Mrsha. Lookits Mrsha, Palt.

Are you sure?

Someone has to come who can go into the cities and such, right, Fierre? I mean, besides you.

The one actual non-monster beamed around as she clapped Fierre on the shoulder. Fals looked at Numbtongue and Badarrow. The [Bard] and [Sniper] duo glanced at him.

You coming for Mrsha?

Yeah. If it wasnt herbut thats a kid. Right? Ryokas always going on adventures. I figuredI might as well.

The two Goblins eyed the unfamiliar City Runner, but they didnt turn him away. Fierre stared at the eclectic group, as Garia looked at Pivr and recoiled.

What are you?

The Flying Antinium just tilted its head, looking at Ulvama.

What are you? A Painted Goblin?

They didnt know each other, some of them. The Cave Goblins nudged each other as they pointed at Garias abs. Bird was introducing Fierre to Xeu.

This is Fierre, Xeu. She is Ryokas friend. I have no more information about her.

What isa Ryoka?

Fals was eying the rescue party. He frowned, peering around at faces.

Antinium. Goblins. Humans. The three most-hated species are going into Izrils south. Are you telling me we dont have one Drake or Gnoll?

The others looked at each other. Numbtongue shrugged.

Drassi cant fight. Selys cant fight. Olesm is going to fight Hectval. Relc?

He glanced at Badarrow and the [Sniper] made a face.

Mm. Maybe. He gone though, right?

Yup. Gnolls gone too. Krshia gone. Elirr oldHalfseekers? Too far.

The Goblins halted in listing all the people who couldnt join in. Because someone was trotting towards them. Notwo people.

The token Gnoll and Drake came to a halt, regarding the group. The Gnoll woman just snorted.

Uhhi. Can we come?

Fierre blinked at the Gnollshe had never seen before in her life. Numbtongue frowned. He eyed the Gnolls armor and weaponry.

Who are you? Why do you want to find Mrsha?

For answer, one of the two just grinned, but the Gnoll strode forwards. She stopped, and snapped a military salute as she not-quite looked past Numbtongue.

Sergeant Gna, at your service. Sir. Heard you needed someone who could actually smell the quarry.

4th Companys Gnoll looked at the company. Fierre had lost her eyebrows in her hair.

You want to come with us? Why?

The Gnoll hesitated. She chose her words carefully.

Wing Commander Embria got an orrequest from Liscors Council and the Strategist. Said it was looking for volunteers from 4th Company. I volunteered.

The others exchanged glances. Snapjaw bared her teeth in an unfriendly way as she eyed Gna.

Really. Why do you want to come?

The Gnoll scowled at the ground and kicked at some grass.

Because Ireally want to go with you. Look, do you want me to help? I can go if you dont.

She looked hopeful, but after some silent thought, Bird and Numbtongue nodded. Gna sighed.

Creler eggs.

The last of the volunteers was the most confusing, although she at least, was recognizable. The onyx-scaled Drake had a pack on her shoulders and a horse. She kept glancing behind her.

Id like to come too! My names Salkis. Uhare we moving fast?

Numbtongue blinked at Salkis. The Drake shot him a grin and looked around, sizing up the others. Fierre frowned.

Why do you want to join us?

The Drake took a shuddering breath. She was practically dancing on her feetnot least because someone was going to notice her body-double soon. Shed run away from home. As to why? She looked at Numbtongue.

Because this is the most fun thing Ive ever seen in my life. I can help. I know how to fight. There will be fighting, right?

He just shrugged, backing up warily. Salkis fell into place. Fierre opened her mouth, but she didnt have the heart to say no.

No. Rather, she looked at the group and felt like this was madness. Over six different species, with various levels of gear, experience, backgroundsnot all friends

This isnt an army. Were all going to die.

If thats your speech, I hate it. Thanks.

Sergeant Gna called back. The Antinium just hefted their packs, silently determined. The Goblins started laughing.

Whats so funny?

Good joke.

Snapjaw nudged Fierre, then looked confused when no one else started laughing. Snapjaw swung herself into the Frost Wyverns saddle as Badarrow joined her.

Tracks go past Bloodfields. We go that way. Uh. We marching? You all slow.

The others looked at each other. The craziness of this dawned on themwell, some of themat last. Fierre glanced up at Snapjaw.

Youre going to fly?

You want Icecube to walk?

The Goblin looked offended. Fierre shook her head, trying to explain. She pointed at Liscors walls, and the inn, where the army of the City of Inventions was clearly watching their group. One of them was calling back towards another, unseen.

Theyve marked us. Instantly. We might not get past Pallass alive; well have to walk. Theyll be [Scrying] us everywhere we go. Maybe even sending people to kill us.

Snapjaw glanced at the Pallassian Drakes. Ulvama just snorted.

They will try to scry us. I am a [Shaman].

She poked her chest importantly. Fierre gave her a dubious look, but they had few [Mages] and her artifacts didnt pertain to a group. Salkis opened her mouth, hesitated, and closed it.

No one said anything. Snapjaw was looking around, ready to give an order. Numbtongue hesitated himself, and Sergeant Gna looked like she wanted to go back, throw the short straw shed drawn in Embrias face, and have a drink.

It was the Worker who walked forwards. He turned and faced the group.

Yes. We will go and live or die. And it is time to go, I think. Follow me.

Bird raised his voice, and the band of Goblins, Antinium, Humans, Stitch-Person, Drake, Gnoll, and Vampire, all looked at him.

The Antinium was looking ahead. He pointed to Snapjaw.

You will fly and scout. Ulvama will cover you from scrying. We will all march together, those not riding.

Slow.

Snapjaw objected, gesturing at the Antinium on foot. She didnt care how long they could march; even Redfangs would fall behind the Brothers and others on horses. Bird shook his head.

They will not be.

The Goblin narrowed her eyes. She had served under Reiss, and she was as experienced as any Goblin Chieftain. Heck, she had been one until being subsumed into his army. Rags was one person to take orders from, but this Antinium? She leaned over Icecubes neck.

Oh yeah? Prove it.

Bird tilted his head. He met Snapjaws gaze without flinching, and then raised his hand. He spoke.

[On the March: Vigilance and Speed]!

Fierre felt the Skill activate. She felt her body grow lighter, and she was suddenly aware of a Drake marking her from the inn.

The others felt it too. Snapjaws mouth opened wide, Ulvama started, and Sergeant Gna snapped to attention. They stared at Bird, even the other Prognugators and Antinium. Numbtongue looked at his friend.

How did you?

Bird calmly looked about.

You silly people. Did you think I did not have Skills? I learned chess from Erin. I beat Erin. I am Bird the Hunter. As Ksmvr would say

His mandibles paused. He opened and closed them. He tilted his head and waved his antennae.

I have no idea. I do not like Ksmvr. Here is what I will say: I am better than all of you. Follow my orders! Authority!

They began to march. Fast, faster than anyone expected. Ulvama began casting magic as she rode, and Bird strode ahead of the Antinium, ignoring Pivrs panicked questions.

Someone was laughing as they headed south, this war band of insanity. Insanitybraveryit called to him.

Niers Astoragon had wondered if Bird could sell his Skills well. It turned out the Antinium was a natural. The Titan propped himself up, from the hiding place on Birds body.

He had been found. Not by Rags, or anyone else. Not the Eyes of Pallass, but by the Antinium, whod stopped, following Apista.

-

Hed reached down and pulled the needle out. Then crouched beside Niers.

How did you find me?

Bird glanced at Apista, who was buzzing around worriedly, looking for Mrsha.

I am Bird. I stare at small things and you are very small. What are you?

-

So they rode. Bird tilted his head to the sky. He hummed as he left the inn behind.

[Revalantor Level 3!]

[Skill Antinium Telepathy (Weak) obtained!]

[Liar Level 1!]

[Skill Convincing Lies obtained!]

-

Ishkr watched them go. First Mrshathen them.

They were all gone.

The Earthers, the guests, the family who had lived there. Erin remained, but she was gone too. The Gnoll walked through the empty inn, ignoring the Pallassian Drakes securing it.

They were not the inn. Nowhe ran his hand across the counter. Walked through the kitchen.

Into the [Garden of Sanctuary]. The Gnoll walked up the hill, stopped at the frozen bier.

Theyve all gone, Erin. What should I do?

Without her, the inn wasdrifting apart. The Gnoll sat down for a while.

Until they come back.

He rose, and walked down the hill. Until they came backIshkr realized this was the truth. He went to every shutter, and closed them. Boarded up the windows smashed in. He locked all the doors, and went to the front door.

They would move the portal door to Liscor. Unless Pallass decided to operate it here. But the inn itself?

It took him time to find a piece of wood suitable. And paint, a brush.

He found it in the basement, where an [Innkeeper] had abandoned it long ago. Ishkr wrote carefully, making the words larger. He put the sign up, over the door, and prepared to nail it in.

The Wandering Inn is closed. Please come back later.

He hesitated, as he took a few nails and a hammer. It was such a bleak message. It waswrong.

The [Head Server] looked at the message. He thought of what Erin would write. Then he quickly reversed the piece of wood, and dipped the brush into the paint. He wrote again, and this time stood back. Satisfied, Ishkr put it up, nailed it into the door, and looked at it.

This was what the sign said:

The Wandering Inn is closed, sorry. Please return later. Well be back one day.

He read it again, and nodded.

Yes. That will do.

It was a promise. The Gnoll looked at it, and then turned his head. But they were already gone.

So he walked back into the inn, to serve the Pallassian [Soldiers]. To clean up.

But before it all, Ishkr paused by the bar. He looked around the empty inn, and found a good glass. He poured some liquid into it, went for the little lantern under the bar.

There was still a glow. He lit the alcohol, reminding himself to add fuel to the lantern later. To it he added a tiny yellow flower, watching as the flames ate it. One of a handful. They too would return and grow again.

The pink flame glowed on top of the mouthful of liquid. Ishkr raised it in a silent toast.

Minotaurs Punch.

He drank, and the inn came back to life around him. The Gnoll smiled as he saw an [Innkeeper] standing there.

Well be back.

Then he closed The Wandering Inn until they returned. And waited.

Authors Note: Well, this is the chapter after the chapter. I have one more chapter left in mea short oneand then I will take my monthly break. Perhaps a bit longer; Ill be going on a vacation with actual travel.

I do need it; I think you can see the signs of exhaustion. Lack of description, weaker scenes in partswell, I hope you like it either way.

The revised chapter is still being worked on and I dont know if Ill get it done until after my break. Which is fine; I should edit when Im at the top of my form. You cant rush good storytelling, so itll be out when its out.

One more chapter. Thanks for reading! Its not the end. Its just something different.

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