Interlude Conversations

Interlude Conversations

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The truth was he was just fast when he needed to be. Fast, and gifted. Think about what that meant. He was gifted. And oldthat meant he had lived long, not a breadth of experience. But that was beneficial because strength came from age, unlike mortals who withered.

He could walk across the immediate world in moments. Not far. Not across the world. But he could visit the palace and return to his estates with a modest expenditure of power. Which he did now.

Part of him regretted that. It was in his nature to hunt and seek. But the intellectual side of him said she had given him all the trust she was willing to, and far more than he had expected.

She bounced back uncannily fast. She was used to this, he realized. Perhapseven beings more intimidating than him.

The thought did not bother Viscount Visophecin. It was a good reminder that arrogance killed. And that he still had more to learn.

He had played a dangerous game, laying so many cards down to win her trust. Part of it, honestly, had been her needling, which in hindsight he realized was calculated. Her speech about Devils, which he did not quite equal. Her dismissiveness of Ailendamus.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

And she could judge. She had seen multiple civilizations, he was sure.

Fascinating.

He did not blink through the world. How could he describe it? Visophecin walked forwards in a place without light. Without touch. Only a kind of perception. He reached for a door and it opened.

It was not instantaneous. He stepped out into a world where you could breathe and see. It was purely his desire to have someone recognize a superior system. Vanity. Tyrannies were so wasteful. He looked at them and wanted to eat the fools who didnt see how temporary, how shortsighted they were. Good, evilit should last an aeon. It should be remembered forever.

It should be glorious. He would have loved discussing more philosophy with Ryoka Griffin, but she had to sleep, and she was still wary enough.

I have returned.

The mansion sprawled. House Shoels lands were overflowing with richness, and the Lucifen could afford countless servantsand did employ them. However, the words were not meant for servants, not in this private area.

A figure looked at Visophecin. They neither moved nor acknowledged Visophecin in any physical way. But her voice was calm, deadpan.

You were out late. Is the Duke throwing another tantrum over his thief?

Visophecin strode past the guard, who looked quite like he did. Both had illusions on, but they were still related. He responded absently, already far out of the room and down the vacant hallwayno furnishings here. Furnishings had to be cleaned, maintained. No servants were allowed here. Ergo, no one who used this area could be bothered with more than cleaning spells at most.

Not entirely.

If he hadnt spoken, if she had doubted who he was, he might be dead. When you consorted with beings of Rhisveris class and nothing was ever certain, you took precautions.

I met an interesting mortal.

Her voice floated around him.

Really. The Thief? Maybe I should visit the palace.

No. This is a surpassingly delicate matter. I will convene a forum if need be.

Are you certain?

The guard was audibly disappointed, as someone who had to sit in this space for the entire week might well be. But she didnt push it.

She was not Visophecin. He was first of all.

The Lucifens lands did not contain them all in one place. This was their central base and meeting place. Many kept to themselves, only coming here for the deliveries. And they sated their appetites here alone. There were rules, and they were kept.

Lucifen were allowed free rein in many other respects, though. Most were young. Visophecin recalled a time when there had been far, far more. But here was the irony: they were as dangerous as Ryoka believed. More dangerous still, because they were not foolish enough to go without allies, even before coming to Ailendamus.

The Creler Wars had taken a few of them. But Lucifen had accounted well, realizing they fought enemies who were natural counters to their magic. They hada trump card, which had allowed them to weather that armageddon, purely because the entire world had taken up arms.

Do you want to know irony? It was not Crelers. It was not an enemy Terandrian nation.

It was Goblins. Not the last Goblin King. The one before him. Curulac of a Hundred Days. A hundred days was all it had taken.

Now there was a monster. Visophecin happened to know that Rhisveri had his own nightmares around the Goblin King. But thenhe had known more than two.

So into the heart of the manor. What did you expect it to look like? Gothic architecture stretching hundreds of feet high? Some height of depravity or temptation? Carnal and sadistic passions unrestrained, or a kind of cold bureaucracy? A hidden menace draped in pure elegance?

Visophecin walked through a disguised door into the manor proper. He stopped and stared around his home.

House Shoel in glory. House Shoel in radiance. Literal radiance. The wallpaper was bright yellow, and someone had drawn a bunch of childrens doodles all across the lower halfeven finding a ladder to draw higher up. Visophecin eyed a cute sheep drawn in stencil with two dots for eyes.

He walked past a giant sofa with toys scattered about. Past a room where all the latest Singer of Terandria song crystals had been obsessively bought and cataloged. Across a foyer with an open glass front that showed a garden blooming with every delightful flower and beautiful plant you could imagine, complete with benches for sitting, a pond with fish that would come and nibble at your fingers, and a pet frog section.

He passed by the servants mess hall. And their private kitchens, sleeping quarterssince it would be more difficult if they had a distant servants quarters, after all. And a private rec room.

And a pool. They had framed pictures on the walls. The servants, not House Shoel.

Viscount! Youve returned. May I take your coat? Can I offer you refreshment?

A bright, happy voice made the Viscount turn. A beaming [Housemistress], in the peak of health, bustled up with the air of a foster mother. He hesitated, then shook his head.

Perhaps another time, Herea. I am looking for my cousins.

Instantly, the womans face fell.

Oh, Viscount. If you had been here soonerperhaps its as well you werent. Theyre in tears.

Really.

His voice was flat. Herea sniffed.

The most tragic thing. Little Lesys Sariant Lamb passed away. Ser Tubeliges.

I see.

Not a muscle moved on Visophecins face. Herea was used to it.

Simply awash. I think Lady Gadrea is even trying to console Lesy.

Lesy was a serving girl, one of the [Servants] daughters. Visophecins eyes sharpened.

Take me to her.

It was death by natural causes. Ser Tubeliges had lived a Sariant Lamb lifespan and a half. He was thirty two, and had died wanting for nothing. In factVisophecin stopped as he arrived at the wake.

Well, it had mostly ended and all the others had left. But the Sariant Lamb had been buried with full honors in the cemeteryfor petsand had his own tombstone. Marble. Upon which his name, genealogy, and brave deeds, which included once saving a baby from drowning, were etched.

Ser Tubeliges had been the favorite of a serving girl, a Human, named Lesy. She was crying, but her parents had left, and the other staff who had loved the Sariant Lambs.

Of which there weretwenty eight. Twenty seven, now.

Viscount Visophecin saw the little girl crying and placing a flower on the grave. She was not alone. A tall figure stood next to her, practically willowy. But tall. Visophecin was tall. The woman was taller still, and crying into a handkerchief.

He stopped when he saw Lady Gadrea. She was patting Lesy on the shoulder, but the little girl, despite being eight, had still had a year to understand Ser Tubeliges had been reaching the end of his life. She was crying, but he had died peacefully, eating toffee. She was dealing with it.

Lady Gadrea was sobbing so hard she was almost leaning on Lesy for support. She turned as Visophecin approached.

Visophecin! Cousin! Did you hear? Ser Tubeliges ishe was so brave and he went so peacefully. But it cut at me! And poor Lesy!

The girl looked up at Visophecin and began to bow.

Viscount

You neednt bow, Lesy. Visophecin wouldnt ask it of you any more than I. And he surely understands.

Yes.

Visophecin did not eat meatexcept for people. He could enjoy food, but he didnt make a habit of it.

He requested lamb if he did eat at state functions. Always lamb.

But in this moment, he slowly bent.

I am sorry to hear this, Lesy. Gadrea. Cousin. You should not be standing.

But I had to. When I heardI couldnt simply let Lesy be! She has been so brave. So caring. I know Ser Tubeliges and she were close. You are an inspiration to me, Lesy. I want you to know that if you need anything, you must ask.

She patted Lesy on the shoulder. The girl sniffed. She had faintly green hair running through dark blonde, and she was benefitting from Ailendamus enhanced nutrition programs. She wasnt old enough to work, but she was bright, intelligent, and wanted for nothing. Usually she adored running about the mansion, and she was the one who had drawn the Sariant Lamb on the wall. Among others. Children were allowed to decorate.

Visophecin saw her bow to Lady Gadrea. She probably knew the lady was seriousbut her parents and the [Housemistress] had drilled it into her long ago how much to ask for. Besides

You are very kind, Lady Gadrea. But Ill be fine. I cried an awful lot when Lady Ichewool died, but I will be fine. Ill justvisit Ser Tubeliges now and then so he wont be sad.

She almost teared up again as she choked the last words out. Nevertheless, it was a fine, touching, even adult thing to say in her young way. And that was that.

Until Lady Gadrea seized Lesys hands with both of hers. Her eyes opened wide and she gave Lesy a stare of such intensity that children who did not meet House Shoels other members sometimes burst into tears, despite the stares never being hostile.

She hadtwo pupils in one eye. Three in the other. And her irises had changed accordingly. Her stare wasnt even as pronounced as some of her kin.

Not only that; it was intense. Lesy had grown up here all eight years of her short life. But even she froze before the spotlight of such passion that radiated from Gadreas face.

Nonsense. Dont stopper your emotions for me or Visophecin, Lesy. I know how much Ser Tubeliges meant. You will remember this day forever. He will not leave you, and you will be the better for it. Let out your emotions. He saved you as a babehe was a champion among Sariant Lambs.

Hehe did do that. Everyone said I was drowning and I remember

Lesy had been fine. Now she began to hiccup as the old storythe Sariant Lamb who had dove into the pool and dragged out a babystruck home twice. Gadrea hugged her tightly, but gently.

Never forget. Never forget those that die, Lesy. We cannot. We shallwe must do something for him. A statue! A painting!

At this point Viscount Visophecin felt the need to interrupt. He spoke, calmly.

I believe there is a communal painting of all Sariant Lambs in this generation, Gadrea.

She glared at him and, for a second, he felt the force of her emotions.

Not enough, Visophecin! For Lesy and Ser Tubeligesyou wouldnt gainsay her that, surely?

Visophecin sighed. The [Painter] who had come expecting to do portraits of House Shoels reclusive and rich family had been forced to paint each Sariant Lamb in great detail. And they looked alike. He did a quick estimate of how much a marble bust would cost.

I never spare you anything, Cousin. If you would like a marble statue, so be it.

And yethe eyed Lesy. The girl was crying harder than she had at the funeral. Visophecin looked around.

Herea. I believe Lesy is overwrought. Will you take her somewhere quiet and make sure she wants for nothing?

Of course, Viscount.

The [Housemistress] had been hovering. Now she came forwards and Lesy clung to her, sobbing violently.

I shall go with her

Lady Gadrea moved to join Lesy, and Visophecin blocked her.

I require a word, Cousin.

When Lesy is grieving?

Alas, it is a matter of state. Ayoung woman, and the Duke.

Gadrea paused, but looked after Lesy. Herea smiled.

Lesy will be fine. If she asks, I will send for you, Lady Gadrea.

I suppose that is well.

Visophecin met Hereas eyes briefly. The [Housemistress] was not going to send for Gadrea. And that ran two ways.

Because it was true that the servants of House Shoel wanted for nothing. In fact, applications to work at the manor were fought over tooth-and-nail by even the palaces finest, because not only did House Shoel want large families, the children would not work, you would be paid the fattest wage in the entire nation, and amenities went from healing potions on demand to extensive vacation time to the recreation rooms.

Nor was this because House Shoels folk were hard to please. Oh, Visophecins side of the family was aloof, but polite and demanded nothingthey preferred to be left alone aside from simple fetch requests.

Lady Gadreas side of the family was engaging, lovely, cared about you, and sent flowers and thoughtful gifts to your wedding. However. They were also as dangerous in their way as anything Visophecin might do.

He had seen it before. Lesy might well grow up to be a woman in her thirties who still celebrated a Ser Tubeliges every year. Or simply develop some odd savior-complex where she went around protecting sheepor other people.

Lady Gadrea stood with Visophecin as Lesy was led away, now wailing. She watched Lesy anxiously, with a pure sadness, empathy, concern that Visophecin lacked entirely. But that was her nature.

So why do you wish to speak to me rather than the other Lucifen? Did you say a young woman? Then youve come to us with sense, Visophecin. One of us should be at court. You know you dontdeal well with mortals.

Lady Gadrea of House Shoel coughed, looking tired in Lesys absence. But she drew herself up and regarded her cousin. Cousin, which confused people because they were both of House Shoel. But that was just for appearances. After allVisophecin looked at her strange gaze, her tall, frail body, but with a passion and vigor that seemed to defy her weak flesh.

What had Ryoka called her? He nodded to his kin.

I seek the council of all Agelum, Gadrea. Not just you. I was concerned you were on your feet.

She looked after Lesy.

I couldnt leave her behind. They grow up so fast, and the darling Sariant Lambs bring them so much joy.

Yes. They do a fine job.

Visophecin agreed, absently. He looked at the grave. The cemetery. All the things designed to make the servants lives as happy as possible. Not for him. He thought he would have run a pleasant household with minimal interaction if given the chance; the kind of efficiency you got from the top [Maids] and [Butlers]. Magnolia Reinhart was an exemplar in that area, or so his notes went for the current serving scene.

But Gadrea needed Lesy, tears and joy in all, just like Visophecin needed the dregs of Ailendamus. Of course, she would rather die than harm a hair on Lesys head. But she still took something from the girl. Or perhapsbasked in it, for he didnt think it was like [Witches] or other such classes or monsters.

Happiness. When the staff were content, thriving, in passion, Gadrea and her kin lived. Even now, she smiled likean Angel.

But what did an angel smile like? Visophecin told her no lies. They were too close, and Gadrea might not be the greatest of her kind, but she was close. She grew excited as she paced around the cemetery.

From another world? And you did what to her? I could harm you, Visophecin.

He watched her, because that was no idle threator wouldnt be if she were in better health. Gadrea glared at him.

Have you no thought for how a young woman would perceive it? After so long?

I was carried away. I rectified the issue.

Gadrea shook her head. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but they had turned a lighter color, rather than darker. Light blue?

I must speak to her! I must ask heroh, everything. You said she brought Fithea comfort? Why, then she must be an ally! And Rhisveri should grant her whatever she needs. I am glad you saw sense. If there is another place out there

Her eyes sparkled with the very possibility. She was no fool. Visophecin remarked quietly.

She trusted me because she was aware of how valuable she was. But I have not earned her trust. Nor do I intend to blindly invoke whatever powers brought her here.

Visophecin! Have you no trust? An extraordinary girl comes here, with the daring, the drive to stand up to Rhisveri and you, knowing what you two are, and it truly strikes no chord? Imagine what she could become. How old is she?

Hm. I would saytwenty two?

Twenty two. Dead gods. I can almost picture her. Such bravery. Andand you were cold.

Gadrea turned, almost resignedly, to Visophecin. He touched his chin.

No, actually. I rather desired to keep dancing with her. Even court her.

Really? This is wonderful! Astonishing! Inconceivable, truthfully!

Gadrea clapped her hands, becoming even more animated. Visophecins smile was crooked.

Not for the reasons you hope, fair cousin. I was simply aware that Tyrion Veltras seems enamoured with her. Rumor has it already that His Majesty, Itorin, has invited her to a personal dinner. Whether or not he truly is in love, Queen Oiena has done the same. She is the more suspect of the two, between you and I.

Oh. But then

Visophecins smile had sharpness to it.

I would rather like to charm her first. Simply because of the competition.

Gadrea gave him a long look. It was not unfamiliar, and she had given him many such looks over their long lifespans, and he did the same to her. They were fundamentally opposed. Yetshe was so excited she began pleading with him.

Take me with you to the palace next time. I wont give anything away. I just want to behold her. See her. If she knows about you, perhaps about me? II could even see if we could fly. She can fly, Visophecin. She could be

She coughed, raising her hand.

so brilliant. I have to ask how little Yorishi is doing. Did she become a [Mage]? If I could just go out

Another cough. She blinked. Something was trickling down her mouth. Visophecins eyes opened wide. Gadrea stared down at the light blue liquid running down her hand. It did not look like it, but it was her

Blood. She began to cough harder, and Visophecin caught her. He turned and Gadrea collapsed as he carried her out of the garden, calling for a [Healer].

A regular collapse. She was up for nearly three hours.

And no one stopped her. I shall speak to Herea.

Dontdont

Gadrea was calmer now that she was lying down and had been treated. Visophecin saw her agitation, and lowered his voice. Another of the Agelum, now that the [Healer] had seen to Gadrea, was speaking.

The [Healer] saw only red blood. He didnt notice the discrepancies, and he was loyal to House Shoel beyond doubt. But he was still only a half-Elf, albeit one with long experience with the fragile kin of the Lucifen.

Uzine, older than both Gadrea and Visophecin, oldest of all on the Agelums side, sat in a chair that could be pushed around. There were any number of devices the Agelum could use. Floating beds, simple mechanical variantshe patted Gadreas hand, and she lay there, resting.

He went outside with Visophecin as Gadrea lay in the bed of healing crystals. Visophecin pushed the chair.

Did you hear about Ser Tubeliges? Such a sad thing.

Visophecin sighed.

I heard about Ser Tubeliges. I have news, Uzine.

Tell me, then.

They went for a tour of the manor, Visophecin letting Uzine greet the children running past, who had to stop and bow or show him a toy or a flower, ask him if he had heard the latest song from the Singer. Visophecin regarded it as a necessary evil. But Uzine smiled with delight. He had an infinite patience like all his people for such things.

Yet Agelum would have surprised Ryokaor maybe not. They, like Lucifen, had their role to play. But it was not always benign.

Did you meet with Ser Lomoors widow when you were there? Please remember me to her.

It was another child that Uzine had known since he was a serving boy. In fact, and people attributed this to the care of House Shoel, patriotism, their rich lands, or any number of factors, many of the serving children went on to become [Mages], [Knights], and more in Ailendamus ranks. Some rose to positions of great power and still visited and remembered their beloved friends who didnt age.

It was inevitable. Uzine smiled at a boy with a scar and a limp.

Tored. How are you healing?

Good, Lord Uzine! Im sorry, Viscount.

And those wretches who picked that fight?

Havent seem em!

The boy gave him a huge grin exposing missing teeth. Uzine nodded.

Suffer no bullying. Go proudly in House Shoels name.

When the boy had limped off, he turned to Visophecin.

I wanted to give him a practice sword for the end of the month. Herea refused. Speak to her, will you?

Hm.

Visophecins eyes followed Tored. The boy had, after several incidents with a neighboring villages children, single-handedly picked a fight with no less than four children with multiple years on him. Hed broken a leg and lost several teeth, but had given them more scars than the one he had. He had done it after a chat with Uzine on the issue.

Until Tored was older, Visophecin would have left him alone. Treated him like a servant if he was employed, and not bothered with any facet of his life unless it affected Visophecin for whatever reason. Unless Tored committed a crime. Then they would meet one more time, as man and Lucifen.

But Uzine and his kindmeddled. The children they poured their affection and attention into went on adventures. Many died young. Some became great heroes and figures of renown. Champions of the poor, feared warriors. Some simply snapped. There was no middle ground.

Live.Live louder, live with conviction, with passion. If Uzine had been able to stand for long periods, he might have founded a new [Knight] Order, or led the charge into enemy lines. As it washe couldnt.

They were all bedridden. Allweak. So, as Visophecin spoke, a few more were escorted over, to give him advice. Ironically, he trusted the Agelum more than his kin. Not all of his kin were as practical; you could learn the kind of selfish altruism he believed made great rulers. But Agelum

A girl from another world? Or one who travels at least? You were right to stop Rhisveri. Hear her out. Give her aid, Visophecin. Bring her here, perhaps. Have you heard about Ser Tubeliges?

Another of the Agelum wheeled herself over. She was old, white in her hairbut that didnt mean much. She coughed.

Gadrea collapsed, then?

You shouldnt have let her stand so long. Three hours? You are lucky she didnt suffer intense harm.

Razia smiled.

You dont know what its like, Visophecin. To want to stand and hold someone. Dont scold Gadrea too long. I feel for mortals who suffer injuries like ours.

I have put forward your suggestions about ways to improve their lives and give them employment in the Court of Masks already. And we are purchasing magical prosthesis designs. Sophridel and Fithea, among some of the others, are looking into the project, but we have a war to fight, Razia.

I know that. I wish we could give more aid. But we are not as skilled at magic.

She shook her head. Then she smiled ruefully.

I hope we do not add to your worries, Visophecin. To tell you the truth, I stood and walked about the manor just this morning. Only thirty minutes.

He sighed. But he did understand the frustration they had to feel. To occupy them, he gave them wide liberties to begin and envision projects. One of Ailendamus dishes that was now a standard across the kingdom had come from House Shoels kitchens, and thousands of taste-testings, much to their pride. Razia smiled.

I know, but I had Herea send someone to watch me. I didnt feel poorly at all. Ive felt better this last monthmonths, reallythan I have since before Curulac, damn him. And Im not the only one, am I, Uzine?

Visophecin raised his eyebrows.

I hope you will remind the others not to push themselves, however you feel, Cousins.

We know. But it is nice to feel better, Visophecin. I know it must be somethinggood humors, if they existed. Perhaps its that lad Tored. He put a spark in me, but I really feel better. Perhaps theres a project in Ailendamus thats boosting the mana?

Not that I know of. I will ask. Tell me if you continue to feel better next month.

Of course. Of course. And bring this young woman here! Visophecin is minded to seduce her, Razia.

The other immortal laughed as Visophecin sighed.

We shall all flirt with her. If thats what she wants. But Visophecin? I thought the only mortal that could ever conceivably catch his eye would be someone like Tulm the Mithril. Or Magnolia Reinhart.

I am pleased to see you are in high spirits. Should I purchase a new Sariant Lamb?

Visophecin! But perhaps you will find a [Chef] who can make more of that gelato? Oh, and soccer. Could you even hire that [Football Coach]? It would benefit Ailendamus. While I have youbicycles, Visophecin. When are they arriving? I promised the children and the adults they would all get to ride one. Also, do we have room in the budget for a camel in the stables? Just one! Or three. Have you seen the documentary

The Devil walked his home, in the company of his fair cousins. He would never understand them, not completely. But he could appreciate them. For them, he had taken them all to Ailendamus.

This would be his kingdom. This place would be safe, until the end of time. Until his ambitions came crashing down. And if he had to see it all end, he would stand here, with a flaming sword in hand, at the doorway.

Until the end, the last of the two species lived and waited in the worlds twilight.

The things the Wind Runner did. She had won herself an audience because she charmed immortals. She struggled, because they were not alike at all except in the most fundamental part of their nature, and even then

But she did find a way to charm them. Perhaps it was because she liked them.

She thought she was clever. Well, she might have designs on others, and even won Visophecins approval somehow, but some beings were beyond her charms.

She had a talent for the wind, but Rhisveri found her about as appealing as a block of meat. Less, frankly, because if it was a prime cut of sirloin?

He had no weaknesses and he knew the advantage of surprise. He had granted her an audience. So the audience was now.

Rhisveri strode into Ryoka Griffins rooms just past morning. He tried the handle, and busted the door in when it was locked.

Now we shall discuss things, Ryoka Grah.

He stopped for a second. Stared, and backed up.

You are a disgrace to your Order. All of y

Something bounced off the wall. It was a helmet. The Duke began to lambast them for theirhe ducked as more pieces of metal hit the walls.

Rhisveri retreated backwards, into the guest rooms, to recollect himself. It turned out a surprise visithad its own flaws. Several voices followed him, uttering loud curses. It turned out when you got a lot of Ryokas together, they did have similarities.

The Duke walked out of Ryokas quarters just in time to see Queen Oiena headed this way. Following Sammial, marching over to say hello with Oesca, and Fithea bringing up the rear. He wondered if he should stop them.

He really wanted not to.

Mrsha du Marquin ate breakfast. Next to her, a little Gnoll cub slapped his knees as he chanted.

Bird hash. Bird hash! Bird hash!

That would beCers. Mrsha had no idea what a bird hash was. It turned out it was a nickname for a simple breakfast.

Cers. Stop eating that or I will tell Chieftain Akrisa.

Satar, the [Shaman] and his older sister, slapped his paw away from the raw and dried bird meat. The Silverfang tribe did not want for things like runes of preservation, being able to afford them, so bird hash let them use a mix of preserved and fresh foods.

Meat. Gnolls ate meat. But since they were also famously good herders, chickens, one of the most economical creatures in any world, were sources of all kinds of food, and all you had to feed them was non-edible stuff.

Bird hash was when you fried up the meat with a gravy or spices, which made Mrshas mouth water terribly, then cracked a few eggs and made a simple, fast scramble. Completely dependent on chickens. Then you could plop it into a sandwich, eat it as it was, or add it to another dish.

It was not fine cuisine by any standard. It was food Satar could make with all the adults being busy. Comfort food.

Cers stuck his entire face into the bowl the instant he was passed it. Mrsha ate slowly. Satar watched her, a bit anxiously.

Are you hungry for something else, Mrsha? Honored Krshia said whatever you need

Mrsha shook her head, and continued to nibble on bites of her meal. Krshia was elsewhere; she was the star of the Meeting of Tribes along with Ferkr, who was a guest at the Silverfang camp. But, because of this, she was breakfasting elsewhere; Gnolls just had to speak to her. Therefore, Mrsha should not be anywhere near her if one just so happened to poke their head in.

This was despite Mrsha wearing her disguise. And she was not the only person in this tent, incidentally. Satar and Cers had come over to a small camp that had been newly set up within the aegis of Ekhtouchmainly because Ekhtouch was the most reclusive and suffered few visitors.

Vetn, Tesy, stop complaining. Bird hash. Dead gods, that takes me back.

Qwera took a bowl and reached over, but the two ducked away. Vetn sniffed.

I thought Silverfang would offer us a fancy dish. Theyre rich.

Satar flushed, and Qwera kicked the younger Gnoll.

You loved bird hash when you were young. Shut up and eat. You too, Tesy.

But I didntow. Alright!

The Drake bent over his bowl. Vetn and Tesy scarfed down their food. Cers was already done and begging for a second helping. Satar bowed to Qwera.

Im sorry, Honored Qwera. Honored Krshia recommended something simple, like Cers favorite food

Its perfectly fine. I drank water flavored with wild mint when I was out of provisions. You want to complain, Ysara?

Ive eaten nothing but meat for the last three days in your company, Qwera.

Humans.

Everyone else rolled their eyes. Mrsha kept eating. Despite Vetns complaints, she rather liked this meal. It was simple, but tasty. It was something

Erin might have made. It was about her level of cooking and she lacked the patience for bigger dishes, unless it was a special occasion.

The thought of Erin made Mrsha stop eating for a second. It wasnt that she was sad. She had met Krshia and Krshia had hugged her and now she was among everyone. From Qwera to the Silverfangs to new people like Feshi and Torishi, who Mrsha thought was the best Chieftain ever, aside from Urksh.

It was just that she had met another Chieftain. Mrell. And Prha. And

Mrsha sighed. Qwera eyed her, and then began to kick Vetn and Tesy out of the tent.

I have to get to work. You two, get lost.

But I was going to stay with Mrsha

Tesy looked at Mrsha with quite a lot of concern and Vetn turned at the door. Cers was already racing into the Ekhtouch camp to play Triumphs, whatever that was, with the other children. Qwera glanced knowingly at Mrsha.

Sometimes a girl has to think things over. With the fine company of a caring, sensitive soul.

Tesy nodded.

So

Qwera put him in a choke hold and dragged him off.

A caring, sensitive soul. That Feshi or Chieftain Torishi will be over in a moment. You stay far away.

Satar hesitated, but she had a job too, and Mrsha passed her a note thanking her for the repast and vouchsafing that she was merely taking her time to savor the melody of flavors.

She had that one pre-prepared, incidentally. She tended to give it to Lyonette when she had to eat salads, then tossed them out the window.

Lyonette. Erin. Mrsha sighed. She wasnt sad. It was justshe thought of Mrell. Nono. But

Life was never easy. Dead gods. Mrsha took a sip of her goat milk and sighed like the last drunk in a bar, leaning on the counter. She was left alone with a generous helping of breakfast cooling in the pot. Outside, Ekhtouch was starting their own day. Mrsha knew that Chieftain Torishi would soon be here to talk, and Feshi, andRose and Inkar, and more.

They all cared about Mrsha, and were invested in getting Lyonette here, or Mrsha to Lyonette, or Mrsha to home, or something. But Qwera was right. Mrsha had parents. She was going to have to do something. They just showed up out of nowhere and gave her a headache.

Mrsha was in her maudlin mood and content to sit in contemplative silence.

Right up until a shadow passed by the door flap. Mrsha froze. A huge shape. A giant muzzle, like a Gnolls, but far larger. Gigantic muscles, yet unearthly dexterity. That shapeshe began to choke on her food, and tried to stand and run. It was them! Somehow!

Raskgh

Gire poked her head into the tent. She sniffed.

Bird hash? Youre making bird hash for breakfast?

She looked over her shoulder, then blew into the tent so fast Mrsha barely saw her move. She had two bowls full and a spoon raised before she saw Mrsha.

Oh. Good morning. Mrsha du Marquin. May I have some food?

She blinked at Mrsha. The Gnoll stared up at the gigantic [Paragon], the second-tallest Gnoll in the entire Meeting of Tribes, and nodded. Gire smiled, ducked her head, and began to eat her breakfast.

Satar had prepared enough for Mrsha to stuff herself until bird hash came out her ears, and for everyone else in the tent to eat their fill; she could always save or re-use it. Gire chowed it down so fast Mrsha saw less of it every time she raised her head.

Not that she didnt savor it. She was beaming with delight.

Bird hash. I love bird hash. What kind of bird is it? Chickenbut the speckled hen breed. Probably eight years old. Yum, yum

Then Gire blinked at Mrsha and looked embarrassed. She offered the last bowl to Mrsha.

My apologies, Mrsha. Youre an honored guest. Do you want more?

Mrsha shook her head, in awe of how much Gire was putting away. The Ekhtouch Gnoll ducked her head and went back to eating. She had good manners. Even so, now that she was reminded Mrsha was there, her eyes assessed Mrsha as she sat cross-legged, back straight. A giant among even her tribe.

[Paragon]. Mrsha had seen her yesterday, of course. But today? She took in Gire, and Gire did the same.

I should introduce myself. I am Gireulashia of Ekhtouch. [Paragon]. It is my honor to meet you, Mrsha from Liscor. Especially after all youve done!

Mrsha, still eating, looked around for her notepad. She began to sign with her paw, one-handed. Then, frustrated, remembered that no one could understand. And the voice runes

Gire tilted her head, ears flicking with interest. She reached over, and handed Mrsha her notepad without having to stand.

Thank you. What is a [Paragon]? What do you do, again?

The big Gnoll girl smiled.

[Paragon] is my class. Only one Ekhtouch has itperhaps Im the only Gnoll living that has this class. It means I am the inspiration, the exemplar of all Gnolls. I amsuperior. In body and mind. I must lead my tribe and people by example.

She said that all with a straight face. Mrsha blinked at Gire. The tall Gnoll touched her chest, then sighed and went back to eating.

Or so Chieftain Firrelle says. But how would she know? The last [Paragon] was four generations before her, so all she has to go on is rumor and [Shaman]-memory. All I do is train. Im not old enough to have a job, so I am Tested, learn fighting, crafts, and am witnessed at the Meeting of Tribes.

A sour look crossed Gires face. She caught herself as she saw Mrsha watching and bowed her head again.

Forgive me. Im complaining and youre an esteemed guest. Are you waiting for Chieftain Torishi? I could fetch her if you wanted.

Mrsha shook her head. She was fascinated by Gire. Especiallywhat had she said?

How old r u?

Gire frowned at the abbreviation.

Fifteen. Fifteen years, two months, five days.

Mrshas jaw dropped. Fifteen? But she was huge! Mrsha wondered if she would get that big. That wasa long way up. But then she could do anything she wanted! Lyonette could never stop her! But it probably made crawling under the table harder. And sneaking around.

She thought that, but just then, someone shouted.

Gireulashia! Where are you? Breakfast!

Gire grimaced. She turned with Mrsha, and clearly someone was following her by scent. Mrsha saw the Gnoll glance at the pot, conspicuously empty, and her paws blurred.

By the time a Gnoll with a huge, covered bin appeared, some kind of woven container charred at the bottom, Gire was innocently sitting with Mrsha, and the frying pan and the bowls were nowhere to be seen.

Gireoh. The guest.

I was entertaining our guest, as Chieftain Firrelle asked.

Gire innocently gestured to Mrsha, and gave her a swift look. Mrsha nodded obediently. The Ekhtouch Gnoll sniffed, but nodded.

Thenwill you breakfast here?

Iyes. Yes, I will.

Gire accepted the odd container from the Ekhtouch Gnoll, who gestured.

I will have the rest sent over. Chieftain Firrelle wishes you to take part in sparring later today.

Very well.

The [Paragon] sighed. But she was already opening what Mrsha realized was some kind of steaming device. The charred wood sat over a fire and within were

Greensteamed buns? Mrsha craned her head to see as Gire put the huge basket in front of her. They could have fed everyone. And they were curiously green buns, with strange flecks of some kind of vegetable baked into the exterior. They had an odd smell, but Gire lifted one, took a huge bite, and revealed there was meat inside. Meat and some other ingredients.

Im sorry. They never let me have bird hash. And I cannot go and buy food with them watching. Just pretend Im eating everything. Ill account for the extra food

Mrshas eyes nearly popped out of her head as a second basket was brought in, placed before Gire, and revealed a double helping of food. Mrsha was known in various circles back home as a devilish stealer of food.

Mrsha the Mouth. Mrsha the Morsel-Hunter. Mrsha the Maw.

She watched as Gire calmly, and apparently still hungry, ate more food than Mrsha would eat all day in the form of those strange buns, on top of her bird hash! Gire ate with a resigned look. Until Mrsha pointed and showed Gire a note.

May I try one?

She didnt comment about the amount of food; Lyonette said it was unmannerly to comment about such things to fellow women. Gire looked surprised, but instantly handed Mrsha a bun.

If you like. Its not tasty, though.

Mrsha thought it was. It did have some fine meat within, beef if she was to judge. She took a bite, chewed

Gire leaned out of the way of the spitball as it hit a corner of the yurt. She grinned, as Mrsha scrubbed at her tongue.

What the heck is in that thing? Nasty! Horrible!

She signed with her paws, because she had to express her revulsion, then went to scribble it down. Gire replied, glancing at Mrsha and the note.

Its got herbs in the bun. Thats why it tastes bad. Here. Have the inside.

She opened the offending bun and Mrsha suspiciously took a bite of the filling. That tasted good. A bit odd, but fine quality.

The herbs make you stronger, you know.

Mrsha would rather die. She glowered at the buns.

Do you eat that every day?

Gire sighed.

Not every day. Every four days is bun-day. I have an eating pattern. They try to vary it up, but they just use a sequence. Every four days, then every three, three, four, eightfoureven when they think theyre being clever, they just throw in a single variation.

Mrsha tilted her head. There was something about Gire that was fascinating. Aside from her mere height. She spoke very adult-like, but she complained about food like Mrsha. Not only thatGire blinked at Mrsha.

Im sorry. Im supposed to be a good host. And you dont want to hear about food. You escaped the hunters, didnt you? Youre safe here. Ekhtouch lets no one in. Also, the authority of Weatherfur and Ekhtouch are such that no other tribes can directly force their way into either camp. Or are you worried about your parents?

Mrshas ears drooped. Her tail did likewise, and Gire hesitated.

Chieftain Mrell and Warrior Prha. Formerly of Stone Spears? And you dont like them because you have a mother. Lyonette du Marquin, in Oteslia. You fled from Liscor, The Wandering Inn, and arrived here thanks to Qwera, among other factors

Thanks for noticing, jerk.

Mrsha didnt write that one down, but signed with one paw. She didnt appreciate the commentary on her life. The fact that Gire knew the confusing story didnt register with Mrshabut Lehra and the others still had to have some of the details clarified.

Gire frowned at Mrshas paws. But she saw how the little girl was hunched over, and ameliorated her tone.

I, ahI suppose its hard? To have parents you dont want. Mine dont have much bearing in my life. Im sorry.

She ate an entire bun as she thought for a second, eyes flickering. Mrsha put her bowl down and Gire leaned over.

You know, technically, under tribe-law, if they were expelled via a [Chieftain]s orders, they have no formal claim on you as parents. The fact that youre the survivor of a tribe means that your legal status is a bit strangeI guess Krshia would have a strong claim on you, but if this Lyonette comes, she can have the [Shamans] formally recognize her as your guardian.

Mrsha blinked. She looked up at Gire. The [Paragon] frowned.

Unfortunately, Lyonette du Marquin is the name of a [Princess] of Calanfer and under Terandrian laws of royal inheritance, she cannot legally adopt or declare you her ward without approval from the throne, due to the Bloodlines Decree. Especially since youre non-Human so they cant even claim youd be partially intermingled after marrying a royal bloodline; non-Humans cant develop royal blood. Half-Elves are an exception ratified to the treaty, but youre not one.

She looked at Mrsha. The legal knowledge of the [Paragon] was impressive. The rest? Mrsha slowly wrote a note and handed it to Gire.

You suck at being nice.

Gire looked a bit hurt. Mrsha passed her another note.

How do you know all that? Do they teach you Terandrian law?

Even Lyonette hadnt done that and she taught Mrsha tea etiquette and the flower-signs of court. Gire shook her head, bemused.

No. I read a book once. Im sorry Im not comforting. Ummaybe Liscor has separate bylaws in regard to adoption?

She went back to eating, a bit embarrassed. As if she had explained everything. Mrsha frowned at her. What, you just remembered everything you read?

You mean jerk. Youre big and smelly and stupid.

The little white Gnoll girl took some pleasure in signing it, with a smile on her face. She was Lyonettes daughter no matter what.

Gire looked at Mrshas paws. Then frowned.

Horrible!

She signed back. Mrsha nearly catapulted herself into a wall in astonishment. Gire glared.

I dont know what the rest of that meant, but I can tell Im being insulted.

You can read my signs?

Gire tilted her head back and forth, eying Mrsha as the Gnoll girl, disbelieving, moved her paws.

Yousomething.mycan I understand you? Not yet. Its very obvious, you know. Some of the gestures, like you.

She made the simple indicator. Mrsha was agog. Only Goblins and Antinium had ever picked up on her language free-form! And yet, Gire smiled with clear interest.

You are banned from my premises!

Hedault shouted after her. Valeterisa ignored that. She was making a beeline for the door.

I will entertain any requests, favors, bribes, or offers. Please send me a [Message] spell. I have a backlog, but I should get to you within the week.

She was asinsane as Bezale had heard. The Minotauress struggled to keep up.

If you want to go to Liscor, Archmagedid you say you were looking into an Erin Solstice?

Yes. I dont believe she can be cured, but I will assess her and make notes. I also have a number of others to meetoh! A Mage Montressa? At the same inn. Good, good. Excuse me, I would like to purchase travel to Liscor.

Valeterisa came to a stop at the door on this side, which had closed for the duration and was waiting for a shipment of goods. The tired person at the door pointed to the queue.

Youll have to wait. Theres restaurants and places to rest. No exceptions.

Valeterisa blinked. She peered at the door.

I would like to go to Liscor, now, please. I understand this door can be opened upon request?

Only for [Diplomats] and emergencies. Theres a transit this evening. In almost exactly five hours. Please

The tired man rolled his eyes. He had to field questions like this constantly. They neededa bulletin board or something. No, an announcer, like one of those speaking crystals to shout it every five minutes. In fact, this plaza was a bad space since you couldnt herd these idiots and the goods. They needed a building of their own. Yes, that would do it

His imagination of a better system cut off as Archmage Valeterisa lifted a finger. She enunciated carefully and loudly.

I. Would like. To go to Liscor.

The attendant lost his patience and looked around for some of the people whod taken notice of the argument and were strolling over.

Miss, if you dont step back, I will ask the [Guards] to

Valeterisas spoke over him.

I am Archmage Valeterisa of Wistram. I would like to go to Liscor. On behalf of Wistram. It is an emergency. [Message]. Archmage Valeterisa to Wistram. Please declare an emergency if I am still an Archmage

The [Attendant] and Bezale stared at Valeterisa. She stood there, taking all questions and ignoring them. She sent [Messages] to Wistram, Liscor, and waited.

The door opened in five minutes. Bezale choked and Valeterisa smiled.

Thank you.

Wait

Valeterisa walked through before Bezale could stop her. The [Spellscribe] sent a hurried [Message] to Montressa. But since she had no idea how to send an all-encompassing explanation of what was headed her way, she simply wrote:

Watch out.

I cant stay long.

I know that. I hope youll be safe.

Thank you. II can only stay a day, really. So I want to make it memorable. Its, um, a bit embarrassing.

She blushed shyly. Because she meant one thing. Jelaqua had put on her best body, and she was fiddling with a lock of her styled hair.

Maughin, the Armorer of Pallass, sat in his private apartment. Jelaqua let her robe slip lower around her shoulders. She breathed, savoring the feeling in the nerves not rotted away.

SoMaughin?

Yes?

I was thinking. We could do something really adventurous. Anything you want.

I see.

The Dullahans face never changed. Jelaqua let the robes slip even lower. She whispered.

And Maughin? Before I go after Mrsha, and risk my life? Its been a long journey south and theyre still fighting over the Helm of Fire. But I never stopped thinking of you. And I would love to have something to remind you by. I even have a new Skill. So I would love for you to ask me to do anything, and I will. And then you can turn away from that piece of metal which you seem to care about more than me!

She tore off her robes and stomped on them. Maughin jumped, and turned his head guiltily away from the Adamantium ingot. His body had been facing her, but he swiveled his head around just in time to see Jelaqua burst into tears.

Its over. I knew it was too good to be true!

Faint green ran from her eyes and nose. Maughin reached out.

What? Jelaqua, what do you mean? I justlook.

He tried to show it to her. A tiny sliver of metal lay next to the block.

Its taken me two months, but Ive not only figured out how to manipulate it, I think Ive finally figured out how to heat it like Master Pelt. Im inspecting the unique grain, you see; I managed to cut it yesterday. Well, not cut, but

You care about a piece of metal more than me! Well, fine! She can be your partner!

Jelaqua pointed at the block of metal. Maughins head slowly swung back and forth.

Jelaqua, that is a block of Adamantium. Its not you. Im sorry, its just that Pelt gave it to me as a challenge. Its a sign of deep respect. The challenge of my career.

Oh, fine then! Go marry the block of Adamantium and Pelt!

Maughins mouth opened, but Jelaqua went on.

Ive been on the road, and fighting with idiots to make sure they dont sell the Helm of Fire out from under the Horns! I nearly died at the Village of the Dead and I was waiting to meet you and you cant even look at me!

The Dullahan tried to apologize. Jelaqua refused to be consoled until he began to rectify his mistakes. And only then, after he quickly booked a restaurant, made arrangements, professed his deepest mistake

And put a cloth over that damned block of metal.

Something was in the air. A familiar feeling. Pawn saw it ripple through Liscor on his way back. Someone had just arrived that made even the citizens look up and say, what now?

It was a feeling. A familiar feeling of excitement, confusion, and apprehension in the air. But perhaps it was a sign.

These days will come again. And the harbinger of them walked through Liscors door. What was the first thing she did? It was something that lived up to expectations.

To that name.

In Liscor, there was no embassy of the Antinium. Their representatives could be found in Yellow Splatters of the Watch, or Pawn, or a number of other people.

But, strangely, one of the voices of the Antinium, who actually fielded requests to talk with Silveran, this or that, had a shop next to the fairly empty street where the entrance to the Hive was. He got good foot traffic on top of the people who sought him out. Mainly because he was the only Antinium with a regular presence.

Also, you could not beat those prices. Although, as the sign said

May contain insects.

You were gambling with every bite. But the food looked very good. Loaves of bread even Antinium could consume, pies, even a cake. Yet, as anyone who had ever eaten from Garrys unmarked foods would attest, you could find a crunch in your slice of cake and discover a leg in your teeth.

The worst part was if it tasted good. Garry had a clientele, from people who told him they could not afford food at other prices, to people who had begun to develop curious tastes. He wondered what the stir was about.

Then he sensed a command from the Queen, a mobilization order. She was alarmed. But why? Garry wondered if he should go inside the Hive, but he had just put a pie out labeled free samples.

Where was it? Garry peered at his counter. He had just put it out, piping hot, steam rising from it. Lovely berries and, uh, other things. Normally the smell attracted some people who stopped when they saw the sign.

Excuse me.

A voice spoke from somewhere odd. Garry hesitated. He looked around, but no one was in front of his stall that opened out of the window of the shop he rented. Some people were lined up, but they were allfrozen in the street.

You are Antinium. I would like to speak to the Centenium known as Xrn, the Small Queen. I am Archmage Valeterisa of Wistram. I come in peace. Unless we are at war.

The voice was coming fromGarry leaned out of his stall. Then he walked out of his shops door and looked up, past the awning.

Archmage Valeterisa of Wistram hung in the air. Flying. A quad-layered barrier of magic hung around her. Andcoincidentally, Garry and the other passersby emptying the street couldnt help but notice thisa giant orb of darkness, and what looked like burning fireballs suspended in the air.

Oh.

The [Chef] stared up at enough firepower to waste everything in a five block radius. His antennae wilted. But thenhe couldnt help but notice one more detail.

Do not be alarmed. I have simply taken precautions against any offensive action. Please summon the Small Queen. I come in peace.

Soldiers were streaming out of the Hive, taking one look at the flying Archmage with spells, and reconsidering the validity of their tactics. However, Garry, despite the distinct threat of death, was not quite afraid. He couldnt be. Because

Valeterisa spoke, watching the Antinium take up possibly hostile positions. She wondered if she should bind another spell for quick activation. She decided to repeat herself.

I come in peace. Please do not be alarmed.

As she addressed Garry, she took another bite of the pie. She noticed the Antinium staring at her.

That is my pie.

Valeterisa blinked at him.

It was marked as free, was it not?

Yes.

The Archmage peered at Garry. At the pie. She hovered left a bit. Checked his store and the sign.

Garrys Bakery.

She stared at something, then swivelled to Garry.

Does this contain bugs?

Valeterisa pointed at the pie. Garry hesitated.

Yes.

Valeterisa looked at the pie.

I see.

She kept eating. Sustenance for the day had been achieved. Sadly, though, Xrn refused to meet her. So she floated off. Alas, it seemed like Archmage Feor would have to employ other means. She had been as diplomatic as possible under the circumstances, but the Antinium simply werent open to that sort of thing.

Now, where to next? Valeterisa absently floated past an angry Drake [Councilmember] shouting at her to come down. The Captain of the Watch stared at a nightmare worse than the [Innkeeper] of stories herself. Archmage Valeterisa quite liked the pie. Maybe it was a suitable birthday gift? No, wait. Ten yearsso a thousand pies?

But she didnt know if she could recommend crickets to Ieka.

Montressa du Valeross saw her coming. She saw her coming, then going, as she flew past her. Overhead.

She could fly! Maybe it was [Levitation], not [Flight], but even sothere went an old Wistram legend. An Archmage. She flew through Liscor, ignored the law, nearly blew a hole in the city with what had to be at least a Tier 5 spellthen flew off.

Old school Wistram.

Montressa stared at Valeterisa with awe. That was like the Archmages who went anywhere they pleased. Got what they wanted. Put a door in their way? That was what [Acid Wave] was for.

Of course, she was making Wistram look badbut where was she headed now? She flew straight forMontressa heard murmurs.

The Wandering Inn. Montressa stared. Then she saw Valeterisa circling the inn as Antinium burst out of hiding places, aiming bows up at her. But she didnt attack, and she had cancelled the other spells. Instead, she seemed to be searching for something.

And indeed, after only a few seconds, she stopped by a window, and, it seemed, unlatched it from the outside. She flew in through the window.

Well, in point of fact, she smacked into it, and then had to re-angle herself so she flew in horizontally, head-first. At this point Montressa began chokingthen burst into a stumbling run.

Mainly because that was her window.

Montressa raced past Ishkr as she heard a voice floating down from upstairs.

Hm. No. No. No. Ah, I am running out of clothing. Can I purchase this?

Where is she?

The Gnoll just pointed a finger. She arrived, panting, breathless, just in time to see Valeterisa stuffing her undergarments into her bag of holding. Montressas

Archmage Valeterisa!

Her room was a mess! The Archmage had opened every cupboard, drawer, and the closet, and half of Montressas possessions, including empty bottles of wine rolled under the bed, were floating around as she sorted through them. Montressas awe was turning into fury, but then Valeterisa finally found what she was looking for.

There it is. A prototype, just as promised. Oh, how interesting. Destroyed, but someones attempted to repair it. Nailiuaile did not mention that. However, I can attempt to repair it and seeexcellent. Excellent.

She floated over, and plucked the Shock Orb from behind Montressas dresser. The ruined orb of brass had indeed been destroyed, but it had been repaired as best as Montressa could; she even had a note appended to replace the liquid inside, and some still remained, sloshing about.

The Archmage of Izrils eyes were alight with curiosity. She floated past Montressa, into the hallway.

Hello. You must be Mage Montressa. I have left recompense for the objects. Thank you for the orbI am taking it. Archmage Nailihuaile informed me I could. Goodbye. Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I can find an Erin Solstice?

She walked past Montressa without a second look. The [Aegiscaster] was lost for words. It was like Valeterisa was walking past furniture. Or people who just existed to get in her way.

Erin Solstice is unavailable, Miss?

Ishkr saw Valeterisa frown.

Shes dead. Or in stasis. Yes, I have been briefed. Please direct me to her. I am on the business of Grand Magus Eldavin. Or is he Archmage now?

Archmage Valeterisa. I hugely admire your magic. Thats myproperty. I dont know what Archmage Nailihuaile told you, but

Montressa hovered there, afraid to touch the older woman. Ishkr crossed his arms, frowning.

Grand Magus Eldavin?

Yes. I may be able to resuscitate her. Failing that, I would like to inspect her body.

Ishkr gave Montressa a pointed glance. The young woman saw him clear his throat.

Perhaps, Archmage Valeterisa, you could ask Mage Montressa for guidance?

Does she have any salient information?

Valeterisa slowly swung around and seemed to take Montressa in for the first time. She peered at Montressa.

Ah, yes. The [Aegiscaster]. Formerly Revivalists. My note says rub it in per request of Nailihuaile.

Montressa flinched. The Archmage had actually?

Yes, Archmage Valeterisa. I can, um, direct you to Erin Solstice. And shes in a special zone. An Inheritance Skill, you see. But can we talk about the Shock Orb?

Valeterisa looked at Montressa, impatiently.

If you would like to direct me to Erin Solstice, [Mage] Montressa, I would be grateful. However, I have been gifted the Shock Orb. Archmage Nailihuaile did point out it was created by her and therefore property of Wistram. You have been loaned it; that is the end of the discussion. Thank you.

But its all I have left. They kicked me out of Wistram. You cant just walk in and

Montressas voice broke. Valeterisa took one look at her wet eyes and sighed.

I believe this will take too much time. Excuse me, Mister Gnoll. Please direct me to this garden.

She turned away. Montressa followed her as Ishkr gave Valeterisa a long look, then directed her downstairs.

Im sorry. Its justc-could you perhaps induct me back into Wistram? The situation wasIm a [Mage] of Wistram. I gave my entire life to the Academy. Im a secret broker. I could offer you

Valeterisa glanced back at the secret broker comment. She frowned.

Intriguing. But if I weigh the costs to benefitsI cannot imagine you could offer me something worth more than Archmage Nailihuailes personal ire. If you can, please correct me. She is a rather personal being, however.

Montressa couldnt imagine she did have anything, besides knowledge of Earth, andshe knew Valeterisa was right.

The purest quill of logic. Uncaring, just like the stories said. She floated after Ishkr as he pointed to a door that had hither-to not been there before, and a warm light beyond.

Fascinating. An inheritance Skill. But theres nomagical residue I can sense. Inside is another matter, but the manifestation is purely Skill-based. Alas.

Valeterisas eyes lit up, but after a few seconds of casting identification spells, she lost interest because this was not a magical phenomenon. She floated forwards, into the [Garden of Sanctuary].

Valeterisa to Eldavin. I have arrived at the inn and am inspwhub.

The last part was cut off because she ran face-first into the invisible barrier. Valeterisa recoiled, looking mildly shocked. Montressa stopped, and saw Ishkr, unflappable Ishkr, who hadnt blinked more than four times to see the Archmage of Izril drop by

Smile.

Valeterisa ran her hands over the invisible barrier in the air.

I have been obstructed. By a Skill? Excuse me, Mister Gnoll. Do you know what is wrong?

I believe you have not been invited in, Miss.

Ah. Then how would I obtain an invitation?

Ishkr coughed.

You would need to speak to the owner of the Skill, Miss Erin Solstice.

Valeterisa nodded, eyes a bit blank as her hands and magic explored the obstruction.

I see. Then may I meet withah.

She stared at the gardens door. Montressa saw the Archmage float back and put a finger to her head.

Grand Magus, I have a small problem. I will contact you once I find a solution. Hm.

She lowered herself to the floor, then began to walk back and forth. Montressa saw, in a flash, magical symbols appear. Valeterisa reached into her pouch, produced a rock, and stared at it. It vanished, popping out of existenceand appeared right in front of the door, landing with a thump.

Teleportation failure. [Dispel Magic] failure, of course. Can you portal in? Do I know a portal spell? Lets see. Shadow walking, beacon-based porting, intangibility? I see an opening in the area beyond. Intriguing, but if it is dimensionalI would have to search for it. A barrier exists. I wonder how strong it is? [Bind Spell]. [Tier Ascendant: Localized Earthquake].

Archmage, its the [Garden of Sanctuary]. You cant justno, no, no!

Montressa panicked as the Archmages eyes began to glow. She was really doing it! Not [Acid Wave], butshe tried to grab Valeterisa, but her hands struck another invisible barrier. Montressa saw Valeterisa focus on the door

And then Ishkr walked in front of her. She stopped, hand raised.

Excuse me. I am attempting to enter this area. Please step back. This is probably dangerous.

The Gnoll [Head Server] glanced at her. He calmly held out a paw. And when he spoke, his words reached even Valeterisa. Mainly because he was using a [Thought-Provoking Statement]. A Skill for legendsor people working at Erins inn. You would not believe how useful it was.

Archmage Valeterisa, this is private property. Moreover, I would advise you not to do something you would regret.

The Archmage focused on his calm, polite words. She frowned. She looked at Montressa blanklythen saw a figure standing behind her.

Well, figures. Pawn had his hands clasped together, all four, and Seborn was staring at Valeterisa in a way only the Drowned Man could. Antinium were filing out of the basement, hallway, and some were staring through the windows.

Ah. This would be unacceptable?

Unacceptable.

Valeterisas mouth moved silently and then she lifted a finger.

Could I pay a fine?

No.

Would Wistram be able to compensate the damages?

I believe not. It would be a hugely significant issue for Wistram, Archmage Valeterisa.

The woman frowned, looked at Ishkr, then sighed and lowered her hand.

Hm. Well, damn.

She kicked at the opening to the garden, looking genuinely frustrated. She glanced around and her eyes narrowed.

Interesting. Higher levels than I would have anticipated among Antinium based on records. And

Her head swivelled around and she focused on Pawn.

The leader hasthree levels in [Carpenter]. [Tactician]odd. Very low.

She stared at Pawn. Her brows crossed. Valeterisa eyed Seborn, then looked around. Another smile appeared on her face.

I am so sorry, I appear to have caused a misunderstanding or incident. Please accept my sincere apologies, and this, for the inconvenience.

She reached into her money pouch, put five gold coins into Ishkrs surprised paw, and headed for the door. Montressa saw the Archmage walk past one of the Antinium Soldiers.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Montressa almost admired it. The same thing people might hatethe sheer nerve of the woman, who went through every social protocol and barrier, physical or otherwise, because she didnt care and didnt have time to waste.

And yetMontressa ran after her as Ishkr offered Pawn a complimentary drink, which Seborn accepted for him.

Archmage Valeterisa. Please. I know I cantlegallybut please, let me have my Shock Orb. Oror consider Wistram. I need it.

The woman ignored her. Montressa reached for her shoulder, casting a spell.

[Barrier Breach]and it actually worked. Or at least, it passed the first barrier. Montressa was an expert in her field, but even she was shocked. Until she felt a paper-thin barrier around Valeterisas shoulder.

Please do not interfere with me, Mage Montressa. I will retaliate with offensive casting.

Valeterisa kept walking. Montressa grabbed her shoulderand was yanked off her feet. She tried to pull the academic back, but Valeterisa was like a moving woman of iron. She dragged Montressa halfway down the hill, muttering about trying Xrn again before her meeting.

She ignored Montressa. The [Aegiscaster] tried everything. Begging, pleading, mild threats, cajolingValeterisa paid her no mind. Nothing Montressa had mattered. She was aware of the girl pleading for the Shock Orb, for readmittance to Wistram.

She even tried to hold the Archmage in place with a quintuple barrier. Valeterisa stared at it forming.

Interesting. I can benchmark a Wistram graduate in the barrier fieldunleash.

The [Localized Earthquake] blasted a hole straight up as the air shook. The angry Watch, Councilmember, and even 4th Company of Liscors army, all halted as Valeterisa looked at the shattered barrier.

Hm. Well, that was expected. It didnt fully strengthen and I was casting from within. Well done. Acceptable magic.

And with that, she began to float away. Montressa grabbed her legs and Valeterisa sighed. She vaguely tried to kick the young woman off, because dropping her from extreme altitude probably meant her death. She was sobbing, begging for a second chanceand Valeterisa really didnt care.

She was just about to cast [Paralysis] when something the young woman said caught the fleeting thought process attached to listening to her. Valeterisa stopped her kicking process, and listened.

Please. Just let me keep it. Its all I have left. My friends, my academyits all I have. Magic.

It was, of course, a nonsensical statement, and Bezale, storming up the hill, would have kicked Montressa into the well if she heard it. Montressa didnt have nothing left besides magic.

But perhaps that was how she saw it. They kicked her out of the academy, which she had given everything for. She didnt have a vendetta anymore, against Pisces. She had Bezale, but

All I have left is magic.

Montressa waited to be kicked onto the ground, or hit with a spell. But neither thing happened. Insteadher feet touched the ground. Valeterisa slowly drifted downwards. Montressa looked up through blurry eyes, and wiped at them. The Archmage of Izril gave her a long, strange look. She met Montressas eyes, for the first time, and replied, in a distinct, not-distant voice.

That is all you need.

The [Aegiscaster] saw the woman look down at her, eyes alight, perhaps with emotion. Irritation? Understanding?

That is what makes us [Mages]. Do not look at losing the rest as despair. Be grateful. Throw yourself deeper into the heart of magic, student. Never look back.

Her eyes flickered. She regarded Montressas open mouth, and sighed.

This is why I do not give inspirational advice.

She turned away to float off. Montressa looked at the older womans back. And she understood why people did not follow her, for all she had reached her vaunted position by talent alone. That was a terrifying statement.

That was the Archmage of Izril. It was incredibly lonely and strange andit reminded Montressa of something. Someone.

For a second, she did recall another [Mage] like that. Almost as strange, just as rudeno, even more. And back in those old halcyon days

Archmage Valeterisa!

The Archmage did turn. She sighed, but she had seemingly decided to pay attention to Montressa. The [Aegiscaster] scrambled forwards, wiping at her face, following a sudden, crazy idea.

Following a half-Elf in her memories, just like she used to. She had no giant bag of salt looted from the kitchens, but

Archmage.

Yes?

Do youwould you have any use for an, uman apprentice?

Bezale, charging towards her friend, nearly tripped. She stopped as Archmage Valeterisa focused on Montressa. The young woman spoke, rapidly.

Im expelled from Wistram. But if you taught me magic

Valeterisa frowned.

I do not take apprentices. I didbut apprentices require too much energy. Theyre a net loss. And they die, which causes problems. Vendettas with family, friends.

Montressa gulped. She spoke rapidly, praying that Ishkrs Skill was still in effect.

Not me. I can do all kinds of useful things. Like

She glanced at Valeterisas bag of holding that had a bit of cloth hanging out of it.

buy you undergarments. And smooth things over. I bet youto get to Liscoryou had to queue up to use the door, didnt you? And you must get a lot of [Messages].

Archmage Nailihuaile employed Beatrice full-time just to manage her affairs. Valeterisa considered that.

This is true, but I am proficient at multitasking.

She frowned deeper.

Which nearly cost me multiple decades of my life. Yourewhat are you?

A Level 28 [Aegiscaster]. Full Wistram graduate, secret broker, um, with training in both runecraft, enchanting, and I took a course in divination magic.

Montressa felt like she was back in Wistram, listing her classes. Valeterisas eyes flickered.

[Aegiscaster]. You must have a decent spell selection to gain the class before Level 30. Thats a post-30 consolidation mark in terms of casting power. But if I employed you as an apprenticeI would have to feed you, pay you, deal with Nailihuaile

I can do all of that. I did assist Archmage Nailihuaile.

Montressa saw Valeterisa go hmm, silently. Bezale hurried over.

Montressa, have you taken leave of your senses?

Transport is the issue. I would have to dual-cast [Levitation], and I dont know you. Valeterisa to Archmage Nailihuaileno, wait. Shes not going to give you references.

She was clearly devoting more mental energy to this moment, because she actually grew more animated, snapping her fingers, frowning, floating back and forth as if she were pacing. She looked at Montressa.

Im intrigued, but I am quite busy and this is not the moment to spend training an apprentice. I must decline, Mage Montressa. But I will review your offer after I return north.

But I

Montressa ran after Valeterisa as the Archmage floated downhill. She had to do it! She remembered how Ceria had done it. Literally de-icing a magical spell with salt. Being tested with Illphresdont jump and watch out for when you get pushed.

She had a chance, she knew. Because Valeterisa kept glancing over her shoulder, clearly not certain.

It needs thought. I will consider your offer andlets put learning [Restoration] on hold. There. Plenty of thought to devote to the problem. However, I would rather take an apprentice with significant advantages, and you have qualities that may cause issues, Mage Montressa. An idea. What if I offered one of the Earthers an apprenticeship? Troy Atlas. And then I have access to a Lifesand Golem

Montressa feared Valeterisas new lines of thought. The Archmage was floating faster, lighting up with ideas. Valeterisa was excusing herself, promising to get back to Montressa later

When she nearly floated into a line of spears. She stopped, looked down, and saw Liscors Watch aiming bows and spears up at her. A Watch Captain walked forwards and barked.

Archmage Valeterisa, you are under arrest for violating the peace, threats of aggression, breaking and entering, and casting high-level magical spells of a hostile nature within city bounds without a permit!

Valeterisa blinked. She saw the [Guards] apprehensively aiming their weapons at her, and then noticed someone on the walls activating Liscors wall spells. Not in a we really want to do this kind of sense, but a do I have your attention moment?

She frowned; a city actually taking her to task was new. But a young woman hurried forwards before Valeterisa could decide if she was just going to teleport out of there.

Watch Captain! Watch CaptainArchmage Valeterisa is willing to pay all fines. And issue a written apology. In fact, shes leaving now, which is preferable to processing any paperwork or trying to arrest her. Ill handle it. Isnt that right, Archmage?

Valeterisa peered down at Montressa. Zevara glowered, but Montressa had her at shes leaving. She looked suspiciously up at Archmage Valeterisa. Montressa turned her head, heart pounding in her chest. She saw Valeterisa eye her. Then, of all things?

Valeterisa chuckled.

The amusement surprised her more than anyone else. She floated down, as Zevara held her ground, sweating a bit.

ArchmageValeterisa. Is Mage Montressa your, ah, agent? Representative?

Valeterisa peered at Montressa. She nodded, slightly.

She is my apprentice, and authorized to speak for me. Provisionally.

Montressa saw Bezales jaw open wide. But she had no time to celebrate. Valeterisa plucked at her shoulder and drew her aside as Zevara ordered the Watch back to the city. Lism was demanding a verbal apology and shed have to explain how bad of an idea that was.

Valeterisa was looking at her.

Provisional apprentice?

A test. Deal with that.

Valeterisa waved her hand at Liscor as a whole. Then she eyed Montressa again.

You were a secret broker. A capable manager? And you meant what you said? You will learn magic from me. That is all I want. Everything is to forward that goal. If you are my apprentice, you must have the same belief.

Its all I have. Magic. Everything else changes butI stopped learning at some point, in Wistram. I want to learn again, Archmage. Ill prove myself, I promise.

Valeterisa nodded slowly, searching Montressa. She almost smiled, then snapped her fingers.

Very well. You are on trial. Firstly, after you deal with any fines or legalitiescan you find me a geological spot with no active monsters, suitable for inscribing a rune four by four feet wide? Somewhere that will not be disturbed. Safe from

Elements and travellers?

Valeterisa gave her a gratified look.

Yes. Locations every hundred miles, beginning here and heading south. Plot me a course on a map.

I can do that!

Montressa grew excited, thanking Beatrice for making her take rune studies. Not a wasted course, no matter what her peers said! She was already thinking of where to direct Valeterisa when she realizedthe woman was still speaking. And speaking faster.

I require a birthday gift suitable for my niece. Ah, thats Lady Ieka Imarris. Budget for ten years worth. I may also need you to send and write a missive. I will copy over ano, you probably cant mentally compartmentalize it. I will have the [Mage]s Guild print every [Message] sent to me. Please reply, sort anything of value, and have it prepared. Finally, I am out of the following reagents and magical items

Montressa was fumbling for a piece of paper, but, to her relief, she saw Bezale, her great friend, her wonderful friend, writing like a Demon, as only a [Spellscribe] could, noting down the rapid-fire items. Valeterisa finished, and looked rather pleased.

If you can handle that, it will be beneficial indeed. I will need time to set up the teleportation marker. And sleep.

She sniffed her robes, frowned. She tapped her robes and a bunch of dirt fell off.

[Cleanse]. And bathe. Direct me to a bathhouse, please. And suitable lodgings since I suppose I should take a day to let you familiarize yourself.

Y-yes, Archmage Valeterisa. Ill get on it.

Montressas head was spinning. But as she turned to go to Bezaleand celebrate and run around doing everything at onceValeterisa stopped her.

One final thing.

Montressa turned. Valeterisa paused.

Garrys Bakery. Get me another pie from that shop. Ask for less bugs.

[Apprentice Level 4!]

[Skill Exhaustive Memory obtained!]

[Skill Magical Tutelage (Grand Magus) obtained!]

Of Angels and Archmages. [Paragons] and Doombringers. Every Devil was a hero of his own story.

I dont care if some people call me a monster, you understand. Im prepared for it. Thats what people in our position have to understand. You do what you have to do because its necessary.

Absolutely, Commander.

The two sat together, in a spacious place to converse and drink some wine. There was an unparalleled view of the city outside.

Though he was technically far lower in class and rank, the other poured a drink for him. That was because he knew Peclir Ims true status. The pourer went on.

Theyll call us Demons, maybe. But I agreed the moment I heard the plan. Its this moralizing thats the crutch. You understand?

Perhaps. Can you elaborate, sir?

Peclir received a thin smile.

Come now, you get it. Im told Foliana and Niers Astoragon were heroes. Of their generation. Dead gods, Ill admitI had a childrens book of them growing up. Forgotten Wing, the Named Rank team. But thats not the Titan and Three-Color Stalker of now. The Forgotten Wing company is an entity. They have the boot on the neck of the future. Thats the conceit of these Great Companies. You become one, and you have interests. You suppress your enemies. Iron Vanguard, Howling Maelstrom, the Eyes of Balerosthey suffer small companies, but not enemies.

Very true.

Peclir kept his face straight. He knew this person loved to pontificate, so he indulged him. After allit was a huge request, but this wasnt the asking part. This was just the delivery. So he could wait a few minutes, or even an hour if he had to.

He had waited for years, doing his part. So he sat, listening.

Lizardfolk dont see it. Theyre sotheyre children. Were the adults. Thats how its always been. NagasI remember when I wondered why they were so serious. Then I understood. Not that I lost my sense of humor, but its when you grow up. Thats what Nagas are about.

He undulated back and forth. Peclir Im cleared his throat.

Then you believe once the Forgotten Wing company is upstaged, it should not be replaced?

That would be concerning, to put it mildly. He saw a long tail disappear as the first speaker swung around.

No. Thats the point. You see? Its harsh. It is truly sad. ButNagas. You look at it clearly. You need to prioritize the people that matter. Forgotten Wing is for Fraerlings, and a handful of Beastkin. Im saying that everything is for us.

He meant Lizardfolk. Despite Peclir being Human. So the speaker raised a cup, using his tail as dexterously as other people used their hands.

Jungle Tails. To its resurgence. I expect a company-command once were done, you understand.

He peered hard at Peclir, and the former [Chamberlain] of the Forgotten Wing company moved at once to reassure him.

You will be one of the Serpent Leaders. I have that in writing.

Instantly, the huge, serpentine figure with feathered wings relaxed. The Quexal nodded. Fezimet smiled.

The Featherfolk Brigade is at your service. Well strike this tree-fortress with your irregulars as soon as we find it. The primary strike force is all yours. Will you take them now?

Yes.

Peclir stood, relieved that no more time would be wasted. He had more allies to visit. Fezimet walked him to the doorwell, slithered. The city of Talenqual lay behind him, his domain. After all, his was not an inconsiderable company.

He did hesitate as he halted Peclir at the entryway. The Quexal stared at the Human, and then spoke.

One more thing, Mister Im?

Peclir turned. Fezimet looked a bit uncomfortable, then leaned in.

I await the resurgence of our Great Company as well as anyone, and I hope you tell the Nagas that. But, ahcan you put a word in delicately?

Of course, and what would that be?

The Human saw the Quexals face screw up.

The name. Can we rebrand it afterwards? Jungle Tails is, of course, famed, but its soits the dignity of the thing, overseas.

Time was running out. In a shorthand sense. Something was coming. On multiple levels, in multiple places. You could be as impatient as you wanted, but what mattered waswere you ready?

It wasnt about walls alone. Sometimes it was just about who you knew. Strange meetings.

Conversations. Grand and short, telling and secretive. Chance and designed.

The voices were faint, arguing, but they were clear enough. Echoing a bit, impatient.

personally told not to allow this young man to

Archmage Viltachs orders. Directly.

A head rose, slowly, under quite a lot of weight. A mask on the face, chains and bindings. Because there was a second voice, one she knew. She would have laughed.

Telim?

I quite understand that, you two. But let me vouchsafe this to you. Grand Magus Eldavin. Whos soon to be Archmage. You say Viltach? I say Eldavin. Let the lad through. Its the kind of thing a young man just wants to do. Meet a story. That fellow, Aaron, comes here all the time?

Yes, but Archmage

Eldavin.

But Vilt

Eldavin. Also Valeterisa, for what its worth.

Perhaps it wasnt worth much. But, eventually, the voices gave up. A door opened, and a figure sitting against a wall stared up. She sawnothing much.

Just a young man, like the other one, walking into the room. Although he had a bit more confidence. A bit more weariness in the eyes. He had seen a bit morebut it was the way he stopped and looked at her that counted. Perhapsshe waited.

He bowed, slightly. A little golem made of sand poked her head out of his hood, which was a surprise. The young man gazed at her, glanced at the door, and didnt quite smile. But he did look at her.

Archmage Amerys? Hello. My name is Troy Atlas.

Authors Note: Short chapter. I was already tired, so I had to aim for something that would not tax me. Im still tired, but here we are.

Time for my break. I need it, as always; that edited chapter took it out of me. But I hope this is a good wrap for next month, and dont forget to vote in that poll! Wait

Darn.

I tried not to write a cliffhanger for the break. That was in my notes. Literally, do not leave it on a cliffhanger because I dont have to.

Welluh.

Goodbye! See you in a week!

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