Book 9: Chapter 3

Book 9: Chapter 3

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It was time to get back to work. Vacations were never long enough, even, apparently, if you were dead. You just got more homework from ghosts.

In Erins case, she equated work with stressful activities. The not-a-party had arguably been that, but dodging a bunch of [Strategists] pointed questions while staring at a chess board and a life-sized miniature of the Titan of Baleros?

That was work.

However, Erin was arguably the master of the blank stare, the uncomprehending huh, and the irreverent shrug. Ignorance was a weapon to be used like a club on Pisces-type characters. Erin didnt think it would be hard to play some chess games, thank the [Strategists] for their help in the Meeting of Tribes war, and figure out the Niers situation later.

That was why she was so surprised when Mrsha took her aside with a big scowl and handed her a note. For multiple reasons, really.

Her poofy little Gnoll girl was sometimes a rascal, other times a mascot or, arguably, a helper, and when it mattered, she could be very sensitive and kind. Right now, Mrsha was extra-furry, most likely due to the fall creeping onor a lack of combing her own fur.

But was she bigger than Erin remembered? Yes, it felt like it. Mrsha had been a child you could carry around, hug, and even toss up. Atone point. Now? Erin felt like she might be more prone to hurting her back.

And when had Mrsha gotten so good at walking? In fact, she had put on that patterned kilt today and had, to Erins disbelief, clogs. That was to say, a laceless slip-on shoe made of leather. Generously adapted for Gnoll feet.

Mrsha, what has gotten into you? Hold onyou want a word?

Mrsha nodded emphatically and since Erin was already sitting, Mrsha joined her in her lap so Erin could read over her shoulder. She began writing, and Erin found herself reading in real-time.

Good morning, Erin. I hope you are doing well today. I wanted to touch thrones with you vis--vis the [Strategist] situation. Before I get ahead of myself, I think breakfast was very good. Although I notice Lyonette has been cutting down on my syrup rations of late. I would like this rectified.

Whokay?

Mrsha raised an eyebrow and scribbled harder.

Okay?Is that a yes or a no?

Uhyes?

Instantly, Mrshas quill accelerated.

Then you wont mind if you sign this affidavit that I, Erin Solstice, agree to a 50% increase in syrup for Mrsha each day, this cannot be revoked ever? Sign here, ______.

Erin stared at Mrsha. Then she delicately crossed out the proposed agreement.

Nope. Nice try.

Rats.

It struck the [Innkeeper] then, that, aside from the somewhat crinkled bit of parchment Mrsha was using and the rapid skritch-skritch of her quill, Erin was talking to Mrsha.

Mrsha! You write so fast!

The Gnoll girl sniffed in a Pisces-approximation.

I leveled up! Everyone leveled from the Meeting of Tribes! I. Am. A. [Scribbler]!

She slapped her chest proudly and then added another note.

I write fast now. Also, I think I deserve a special cake for my new class.

It turned out Mrsha had gained that class from her friendship with Satar Silverfang more than the actual battle, but her statement went for all the people who had been there. Erin realized she had more catching up to do.

Im so glad you can write, Mrsha! Cmere, you! Now we can talk, and you can tell me everything

She cuddled Mrsha until the girl squirmed out of her grip.

I have to go to my dignified house-visit with Visma. Gire is coming too. We are having tea and discussing scandals. Let me go, [Ruffian]!

Okay, so there was a bit of adultness to her writing-voice, and she had a lot of Lyonette-ism. Yet Mrsha had a message for Erin today.

Erin, you should be nice to the [Strategists]. You bullied them all yesterday, and that was bad. We should not be mean to other people. Like rats. Or cute Doombearers.

WhI didnt bully them per se!

Mrsha gave Erin a long look and didnt even bother writing a replyshe just slapped one of the speaking stones, and a pre-programmed voice spoke.

Yeah, right.

That was, apparently, one of the sound bites that Mrsha thought she would be using on a day-to-day basis. Which was fair, because it was Mrsha. The girl pointed at the chess tables.

You beat them in chess all night then fed them a Faerie Flower drink. You are a meanie. Be sad about yourself. I have to go now. Take care. Think about what I said, especially the cake.

And then she left. Erin sat there, speechless, as Lyonette took Mrsha into the city on her play-date. Mrsha the Morally Upstanding was lecturing her on bullying and being nice to people?

What a way to start the day. However, Mrsha then decided to come back for a second; Lyonette was having the Thronebearers check for danger, and that was apparently a five-minute process.

Things changed. The girl grumped for a moment, and Erin leaned over.

Ill think about it, Mrsha. But you know Im trying not to let on the you-know-whats about Earth and stuff? The Titans likethe Titan. And even if most people know

She was keeping her voice down, because while the inn was still banning visitors in the mornings, there were people who didnt know everything. Like Ishkr and Liska, the Gnollswho probably heard a lot from Kevin and the others back when theyd been here. Or the Antinium, some of whom were interviewing for a job! Who probably didnt care, and Ryoka had told Klbkch and Xrn, the most important two. Orthe Goblins like Ulvama and Gothica. Who

The point was that the [Strategists] and Niers knowing was dangerous. As bad as Chaldion. Erin said as much to Mrsha, and the Gnoll girl nodded understandingly.

You make a lot of saline points, Erin.

Um, I think you meant salient.

Mrsha glared and crossed out that word. She looked around the inn, took a breath, and then gazed at Erin seriously.

Niers might know about everything.

Erin didnt have a glass of water to choke on, so she settled for her own saliva. Mrsha wrote hurriedly.

Even if he didnt! You should be nice to the [Strategists] even if they dont know.

Whwhy?

Mrsha stared at Erin. Then the [Innkeeper] saw Lyonette sneaking glances at her as she waited at the door. A Goblin with a guitar poked his head out of the kitchen where he was gathering breakfast, and a Bird peered at Erin down the stairs then jerked back. The [Innkeeper] realized she might have been set up.

And guess whod lost the game of cards and had to break the news? Mrsha the Bad Card Player wrote a note and slid it over the table. Everyone knew Erin could bluff and evade even Grimalkin, and obfuscation worked. It did. However, there was a point to telling someone the truth, and it was this:

They might find out eventually. Niers is really scary. He also has lots of armies. It would be nice not to get shot or sieged or eaten by monsters.

Erins mouth opened, and Mrsha slipped out of her seat. She pointedly plucked at her white fur and then moved her paw in a circle around the inn.

Just saying.

Then she left. Erin stared at Mrshas back and called out as Numbtongue ducked back into the kitchen and Bird pretended he didnt exist.

I see you doing this! I know! Dont you think I know? I was dead! I

She caught herself as Lyonette led Mrsha out the door, telling her what a wonderful job shed done. Calanfers [Princesses] did approve of a delicate touch and occasional hammer to the fingers, conversationally speaking.

Erin pushed her chair back from the table.

Ive been thinking about it. Really, I have. Its just scary.

Numbtongue decided to pull in with Bird as the second wave, just as planned. They flanked Erin at the table, and Numbtongue sat down with a huge slice of pizza.

Whats harder? Telling people and making allies or getting shot? What is so hard?

He looked challengingly at Erin as she blew out her cheeks. She inhaled, exhaled, sighed, and glanced at the door where she was sure the [Strategists] would soon be coming in. Time to get back to work indeed. And yes, they were right. Yes, she wanted to do it. She had promised.

Even so, she fixed the slightly grinning Hobgoblin with a stare that made his teeth click as he took a bite of pizza. And she revealed she had been thinking of the issue already.

Time paradoxes.

Bird scratched at his antennae. He stood back up, patted Numbtongue and Erin on the shoulders, and nodded.

That is difficult. I withdraw my objections. Goodbye.

Numbtongue looked at Erin with his mouth open slightly. Kevin raised his head from a table and stared at Erin over breakfast.

Wht trr fkk. Were going there?

He swallowed hard. Erin nodded.

Oh yeah. Were already in one.

The [Mechanic] rubbed at his hair. He pinched himself and looked around.

Dude. Youd think wed notice.

Erin wasnt a dummy. She might have been foolish, idiotic, and stupid at times, but she could remember.

And what she remembered was the future. Or at leasta few words from it. Which made her wonder about the consequences of her actions.

As shed laid it out, it was simple, and she took Kevin and Numbtongue into the secret Earther rooms in her inn to show them.

The rooms had gone sort of unused during her death since the original group from Magnolias place didnt need them as a repository of knowledge anymore. Numbtongue practiced music there alone, but Erin had repurposed one of the blackboards.

I have it on good authority that its not a big time problem or wed all be dead or breathing out our fingernails or something. I think.

Did you meet yourself?

Umno. And I cant tell you what happened because its probably really super-dangerous and

Thats cool. I dont really want more secrets or anyone else important breathing down my neck.

Me either.

Kevin and Numbtongue fist-bumped, and Erin realized the two most laid-back members of the inn were the right call to introduce time paradoxes to. She took a breath.

Okay. Heres the thing. I might know about my future. Slightly! I did something, and I think I know what I did.

Goblinfriend of Izril. Kevin nodded.

Because it was obvious? Or the consequences came back, Terminator-style?

Whats that?

Numbtongue poked Kevin. The young man grinned.

Awesome movie. Movies. Ill tell you about it later.

Ooh. Nice.

Guys.

Erin waved her hands and showed them her project. She had I become GF written on the chalkboard on one side and I am Here on the other. Then shed drawn a line and added a bunch of notes.

Heres the big event. Its in the future, but not so far that Im not too old.

Or how else would he recognize her? Erin had written up to ten years, tops. She pointed to the end result.

I didnt learnexactly what did it, and I think it was a lot of things that made me become this. So the question isshould I do it again? Because, uh, it sounded like not everything went well last time.

Oh. Man, thats the time travellers paradox. So youre saying that what you did has huge consequences. Like you killed a kingdom?

Kevin looked worried, but Erin waved her hands.

No, no! ActuallyI dont think I did much wrong.

Wait, what?

Unlike most time-traveller stories, Erin didnt actually think Nereshals warning applied to her. It applied to, well, him. And the actions of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world.

Hence her dilemma. Erin pointed at the board.

I didnt hear anything that Id done wrong. I meanIm sure a lot of people dont like what I did, but heerthe person didnt tell me I made huge mistakes. And I was alive. So why not do what I did, right?

Kevin pointed at Erin.

But you dont know what you did.

Numbtongue was rubbing his forehead. His brain already hurt, but Pyrite and Reiss were arguing about the implications. Erin double-pointed at Kevin with finger guns.

Aha! But I can guess. Because what other-Erin did was something Id probably do, right? And I actually know what might have gotten me that nickname. Er

The Goblinfriend of Izril. Logically, it was something Erin would think of. So she should be able to think of it. Yet Kevin pointed out another problem.

But you dont want to do the same thing. You want towhat, warn something? Avert something?

Yeah, I can do that. In fact, Im told Ill get my chance. However, Kevin. Heres the thingsince I have that warning, the future will change anyways.

So theres no point and this is stupid!

Numbtongue threw up his hands. He went to erase everything, yet Erin stopped him.

Not quite. If I know the future is uncertain after I change time, I know one thing for sure: what I did worked. And if what I did workedand if the future is changed, I dont need to worry about this ever again.

Thats where shed been headed after her third straight night of migraines worrying about this. Kevin and Numbtongue exchanged a look.

So whats your point?

Erin took a breath. She tapped the chalkboard and then drew a second line from her future as the Goblinfriend of Izril to now. Onlythis time, she made a little line-break in the center.

My point is that if I know what I did workedIll do it twice as fast. Ill do it now. And Ill think about what I would have done and be where I was faster than the alternate me. Because I was told my future, Ill figure out what I did faster.

That was how you used a time paradox, right? Erin looked from Kevin to Numbtongue. The young man gave her the gesture of his mind exploding with accompanying sound effects. Numbtongue just stared at the chalkboard.

You could have just done that without making my head hurt.

Erin sighed.

Yeah, try living with that, Numbtongue. I guessyou were right. Mrsha was right.

He looked up and blinked at her. How did this relate to Mrsha? Erin wheeled over to the chalkboard and dusted off the formula of confusion. She turned to Kevin and Numbtongue before biting her lip.

There arethings I dont want to think about. Or, yknow, do. I made a lot of promises, but some thingsarent just hard, but listen, guys. Maybe Im wrong. I meanIm just an [Innkeeper]. I dont want to do something, um, like what Ryoka says she does. Rock the boat. But time travel and allies. Sowhat do you think?

Surely if Ryoka Griffin were here, shed understand Erins reluctance to make mistakes. In fact, Erin felt a lot more sympathy for Ryokas point of view.

Kevin and Numbtongue exchanged a long glance that Erin didnt miss. The [Bard] frowned at Erin.

You just said all that about time travel. Now you dont want to dowhat?

She raised her hands defensively.

Listen, Numbtongue. I dont appreciate the attitude. What Ive got is big stuff. Like that quest? I dont want to make more trouble, especially now! After I just un-deaded myself! Its likelet sleeping lions lie, you know? Let old potatoesstay in the ground? Theres some kind of phrase, Im sure!

They had left the Earther rooms by now and were headed across the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Bird poked his head up from gathering blue fruits to help Ishkr.

Do you meanlet buried Crelers lie? I have heard this expression before.

Numbtongue grunted.

Stupid idea.

Thats not what IKevin, back me up!

He shook his head, grinning. Bird walked over, concerned.

Where are the Crelers, Erin? Why would you let them stay buried? Are there Adult Crelers?

They rolled back into the common room of the inn, and Birds comment made a few figures tense at their table.

What was that, Bird? Did you just say Adult Crelers?

Yvlon cautiously put down her fork. Ceria sat up sharply, and Ksmvr reached for his swords as Pisces groaned. Erin waved her hands, but Bird answered calmly.

Erin is letting Crelers stay buried. We are attempting to dissuade her from doing so. Even Jexishe the Friendly Creler should not be buried.

Pisces lips moved soundlessly as he blinked at Bird. The worst part was that he wasnt even lying yet. Erin threw up her hands.

There are no Crelers! Im just debating doing something. It might mean people get hurt andand itd be my fault! Plus, I dont know if its a problem. Weve had so much stuff happen

Numbtongue poked Erin in the side. She swatted at his finger. But then Bird poked her on the other side. The Goblin-gesture was even copied by Kevin. The Horns looked at each other, and all of them except for Yvlon got up and began poking Erin.

Fine. I get it. Stop it! Ill bite you!

Red-faced and trying not to laugh, Erin glared around the table. She sighed. Work.

Here was the thing. She didnt know what other-Erin had done. And the less Erin thought about her alternate-universe selves the better. But there waswell, just as Erin had said, knowing she needed to move meant that there were intelligent conclusions she could come to.

Things to do. And while Erin knew she wasnt able to do a lot, there was a bit she could logic out. Soreluctantlyshe asked for a favor.

Kevin? I know you have, like, a lot of [Message] scrolls.

We can get Bezale to do one for you, Erin. Or me and Pisces can send a public one, just not private.

Ceria assured Erin, but the [Innkeeper] shook her head. Kevin frowned.

Yeah, I get a lot of contacts. Why?

Do you havea speaking stone for, um, powerful nations?

The owner of Solar Cycles scratched at his chin.

Lots. Khelt, Ailendamus, two Great Companies, uh, Rhir has a funny one, and Ive forgotten all their passwords

All those nations?

Pisces eyes bulged, but Kevin shook his head.

Most are just flunkies. I only speak to a few. LikeFetohep?

He looked at Erin, and the young woman bit her lip.

Not yet. W-well, I guess I should [Message] him too. But first? Um. Can you get me one to Nerrhavias Fallen?

Yvlon Byres head slowly turned, and she put a hand to her side as Kevin exchanged a glance with Numbtongue. The Goblin began gobbling his pizza, then went to poke Ulvama and Gothica and everyone else to watch more Erin madness.

My Fondest Friend Yvlon Byres

That was how Yisames first missive to Yvlon had begun, incidentally. The first of six since Yvlon had returned to Izril. So that was one every two days.

They were largely conversational, if a bit too personal with what Yvlon thought might be state secrets. She had written a reply to each one and gotten another letterwhich was at least five pages long, hand-delivered by a City Runner, and vouchsafed as top-security in the Mages Guild by the bywithin a day, each time.

That had nothing to do with Erin Solstice, of course. Not at all, and Yvlon decided not to mention this association. For now.

Erins conversation with the Nerrhavian representative went about as well as could be expected. She was wheeling back and forth with one hand, speaking into the stone in a too-loud voice.

Solstice. No, not the [Knight] order. What [Knight] order? Im calling from The Wandering InnI know this is Kevins stone. Kevin, from Solar Cycles. He lives in my inn. Well, I dont know how to get in contact withI have an important message for someone in Nerrhavia, and you want to hear it! Hello?

Erin, maybe you should, uh, mention your inn posted the quest?

Erin glanced up as Ceria whispered to her.

Thats right. I posted a big <Mythical Quest> the other day! Thats me. From the inn. And Ive got, um, Gold-rank adventurers in my inn. Sohello?

Yvlon watched as, possibly for the first time in the modern era, someone was put onto hold. Then hung up on. The [Silversteel Armsmistress] bit her lip as Erin cursed and tried to call back, then Kevin.

Oh, silver and steel.

Yv?

Ceria turned as Yvlon stomped out of the inn. It only took her twenty minutes at a jog to get down to Liscor, to her destination, and back up to the inn. She even beat the speaking stone that Erin had been glaring at suddenly lighting up.

Hey! Listen, Chaldionof Pallass is a guest at my inn, and I know thats not much, butoh. The [Chancellor of Foreign Affairs]? Um. H-hi. Why are youthats me.

Yvlon pretended to blend in with the back of the room, but she didnt miss the sardonic look her team threw her way. Well, Pisces and Ceria. Ksmvr just looked intrigued by all this.

The conversation had been elevated fast, and no less than a [Chancellor] from the Court of Silk was speaking to Erin. With a certain Great Sage of Nerrhavias Fallen listening in the back.

On a hunch, and not just because the [Queen] had ordered it. Erin took a breath.

She was really not going to enjoy this. She was certain, positive, that another Erin would not have done this. Not now. Oh, the other Erin might have had the thought in the back of her headbut this one?

There were clues Erin had remembered. Not just from the quests. Not just from her knowledge of [Witches] or the Gnomes will. There were clues in the levels shed gainedand not. So she took a few breaths in the [Chancellor]s ear.

Sorrysorry. Its justId like to ask a big question. Um. You know Nerrhavia? Nerrhavia as inthe Immortal Tyrant? The person who sorta did horrible things until she was killed?

You mean, the basis for Chandrars largest empire, whose name was so hated her enemies formed a nation after her death? Yvlon could just imagine the response. Erin turned red.

Well Iokay. So, uhNerrhavias buried under your kingdom, right? Like, her actual bones?

Yvlon knew that was a fact. Under the royal palace itself, in fact, Tyrants Rest. Step on the grave of tyrants wasnt just an expression in Nerrhavias Fallen. Erin was nodding.

Right. I know its a Named-rank dungeon. Or used to be, because there are traps and stuff. But youve got her bones, and your capital was founded on top. Tyrants Rest actually has eighteen levels underneath the basement that have the palace and your secret vno, nevermind! What? You must have misheard me!

She was sweating. So was whomever was on the other line, probably. Yvlon was listening worriedly, her metal hands clenched together. Next to her, Pisces and Ceria were trying not to suffocate laughing.

Uh huh. Uh huh. Nooooo. That was just a guessno one told me. Nope.

Erin was looking around for her lifeline, and no one was stepping in. By now, the regulars had gathered, and Chaldion would be spitting fire that he had missed this. But heyhis colorful range of expressions was more than made up for by Venazs slack jaw and Wil silently screaming with Merrik and Peki.

Now they got to it. Erin glanced around and exhaled. She went for it in one go.

Im just calling because, uh, what if, hypothetically speaking here, or, um, not hypotheticallyNerrhavia wasnt entirely dead?

Instantly, the stone broke into shouting so loud everyone could hear it. Erin held the stone away from her face and shouted back.

Im not saying I knno, Im not suggI didnt bring her back! Not that Id know if she was back or

The mad girl. The audacity. An undead rat on a window ledge was having trouble keeping the telepathic link despite the mastery of one of the greatest [Necromancers] to ever existmostly because of the screaming voice on its end.

That would be bad enough, oh yes. Even the suggestion. Even the warning. But Erin Solstice wasnt done. She licked her lips and spoke as whomever was on the other side was elbowed out of the way by a Fox [Sage].

Listen to me. I dont know. I really dont. I have no proof that I could show youbut lets just say the worst came to pass. You dont want it. I dont want it. She sounded like a horrible person, and shed have all the levels and power she had in life. Worst-case scenario.

In the worst case, they would be ready. They would make a war on the Immortal Tyrant that would make the Blighted Kingdoms battle against Demons look like a playground spat. It would unite Chandrar, possibly the world.

And you know, the thing about being even two hundred years old, a Necromancer, say, whod experienced that happening to him on a smaller scale, was that you knew that might happen.

So if Nerrhavia were to hypothetically still be there, it behooved anyone with sense not to recreate her body and disguise her. And learn to control her first. And do something about the attitude and actually hurtful insults.

Perhaps the [Innkeeper] realized this too, because she went for the kill in a way that the Immortal Tyrant would have respected. If she were still alive, of course. Erin Solstice looked up and met Yvlons eyes for a second, purely by chance. Her eyes flickered with a knowledge that made Yvlons skin crawl with excitement and dread as she spoke.

I have something to tell you. Nerrhavia might have the contracts. She might have her levels orI dunno what. She wasnt a [Mage] or a [Warrior], and apparently she didnt even get dressed by herself. Who does that? But if she ever came back, her power isnt just in her class. You built a palace on her tomb and reclaimed her city after the war. But I think you might knowher real palace isnton Chandrar. Well, it is, but it isnt. And its still around. No one ever managed to get back to it. So, um. You might wanna get on it. Just in case.

Erin Solstice listened to the quiet, intense voice on the other end of the stone.

Therere ways to get to it. Do you have a piece of paper and a quill? Youre going to need armies. I can tell you all I know. Butwould you like me to post a quest?

That wretched [Innkeeper]. What has she done now?

There was something wrong with the noble ladys head, but the Drake was having tea with a cortge of her closest confidants. She jerked a bit, glancing towards the window where the [Butler] had brought in the news.

Perhaps we should have returned anon to the inn, Wall Lady Seele?

Another Gnoll noble-woman ventured, who had married into the Walled Family in the way of things. Of course, it had been due to the pressures of the Hectvallian war.

Indeed, Wall Lady Seeleof Liscorwas currently gossiping about the affairs of the city. And she pish-poshed the suggestion.

We have plenty of time, Egrhe. Business does not wait. We must buy, um, fifteenthousandpounds of Dwarfsteel. And sell it in Pallass for twice as much!

This was met by applause from the small tea circle. One of the other Drake noblewomen looked like she was having trouble with the concept, but Egrhe applauded.

And well make a fortune. Lets put the money in today! We shall be three times as rich, but well have to beat the greedy [Merchants]. And Chaldion!

There were some serious nods from around the table. At last, the newcomer had to raise her claw.

Ernoblewomen. How are we buying the Dwarfsteel?

Fromabroad. From the Dwarves.

Seele frowned at this logistical question. The newcomer hesitated. She turned her head delicately.

Erand how are we transporting fifteen thousand pounds of Dwarfsteel?

By bags of holding, obviously!

But no bag of holding could do that much. How much is transport and security, and if we brought that much to Pallass, no [Smith] could work it except maybe Maughin. Are we talking about pre-made goods? Well crash the market, and we need to store it and

At this point, Lady Seeles offended huffing turned into a claw poking the hand holding Lady Egrhe in the side. Visma whispered to Mrsha.

Gires not good at this, Mrsha.

Both turned and stared up at Gire as the tea-party of Liscors nobility halted for a second. Vismas doll collection was being shared among six girls of various ages. Mostly around Vismas age.

Plus Gire.

The giant [Paragon] was larger than all six other girls combined, and Vismas mother kept staring every time she left snacks out. She was, indeed, bad at playing with dolls.

She kept adding logic in. Visma made Seele snap open a little fan dramatically.

Lady Eisna, we have the matter well in hand! We will be rich! Do not concern yourself with [Merchant] affairs.

Im so sorry, Lady Seele.

Gire muttered as Mrsha elbowed her. She manipulated her doll quite well. Visma glanced at the door in her little courtroom shed made out of pillows and bits of painted wood. The other girls stared too.

Seele was not a nice Wall Lady. She was rich and had contributed largely to the Hectvallian war, but she had a dark past. A sordid love affair with ten of the other dolls who made up the doll-society the other girls had.

AndMrsha glanced towards the door as someone knocked three times. The other ladies fell silent, and Seele rose to her feet.

Who dares to disturb our most noble, fancy party? We are the only ladies of Liscor!

The door swung open, and a familiar doll-person appeared. Seele gasped.

You?

The last doll was worn and a bit ragged, despite the mostly contained environment she had been in for months. The frozen temperature had not helped, and yetthe most precious doll, the little Gnoll, might not have had Seeles dress, and she was frayed from much love over the years.

But Lady Herna Vissi of Liscor was back. Seele fell back against the cushions, pale-faced.

You! I thought you were

Dead?

The other ladies backed against the walls as the other girls in Vismas friend-circle watched. Visma put on the best sessions, and she had promised them the event of the year.

Herna stalked into the room as Visma brought her forwards. Gire watched, glancing at Mrshas enraptured expression as she nibbled nervously on a snack.

Giredidnt get it. She had expected gossip like talking about cute boys or something city-Drakes and Gnolls would do. She did not expect the dagger in Hernas hand as she pointed at Seele.

Thats right, Seele. You had me shot with crossbows and buried in the snow. But guess what?

You lived?

Seeles voice was trembling. The girls turned to Herna, and the Gnoll noblewoman laughed.

I didnt. I diedand I became undead. Now you will join me!

Then she rushed forwards and began stabbing Seele in the heart. Visma was careful not to damage her dolls too badly, but she inserted the dagger in Seeles heart and put Herna on the seat, facing the other dolls.

Now, I believe its my turn to bring order to Liscor. Whats this about a war? And step carefully, ladies. Or you might be next.

Youll never get away with this, Herna! You monster! Die!

Another Drake girl, Yesne, broke in excitedly at this point. Visma scowled and whispered.

Yesne! Thats not supposed to happen!

Lady Meera would never let undead live. Her father fought the Necromancer! Die!

She grabbed the sharp little sewing needle, and Visma pulled her doll away.

No, you cant hurt her! Shes too strong!

Yes, I can!

Instantly, the owners of the dolls began arguing over what should happen next as Visma protected her doll from Yesne, who jabbed angrily. Mrsha, who had borrowed one of Vismas dolls and was debating getting one of her own, took Vismas side.

Gire, quite overwhelmed, tried to stop the aggressive poking with two paws.

Hey, maybe someone should call the Watch instead?

All of the other girls gave her such a look that Gire wavered. However, then, caught up in the moment, Yesne lunged. Visma protected the head of Hernaand the sewing needle jabbed her hard in the center of her clawed hand.

Mother!

Visma wailed and ran as Yesne hid behind the others. She was bleeding from her claw! The needle was in fairly deep, and Mrsha and Gire tried to calm Visma down.

Its okay, Visma! Its not in deepjust let me pull it out

Gire had the bloody needle as Vismas mother rushed in and saw it.

Visma! Did you take one of my sewing needles? What is this?

The Drake girl sniffed as the appalled mother stared at the needle and took it away.

Its my dagger! No, give it back!

Visma was in tears as Yesne apologized. Vismas mother Selena, who was normally painting, scolded Visma as the girl held her claw up, showing her the wound.

Why were you even playing with this? Your doll is murdering Seele? With a knife? Because shes undead?

Selena gave Gire a look that said that this was normaland disturbed her as much as the [Paragon]. Which went to show that adults had poor memories of when they were children.

Visma, Im sorry.

Yesne was in tears, and Mrsha patted her on the back with the others as she went to apologize. Visma sniffed.

I forgive you, Yesnebut not Meera! Shes got to be put to death!

The other children agreed. They looked to Gire, and the [Paragon] thought she had a handle on this situation now. She put herself into character and nodded, lifting her doll up. She cast one claw down.

I, Lady Eisna, also move for summary execution. Meera will be, uh, strangled with silken cord at dawn.

She felt like that was fairly reasonable; none of the children wanted to cut off their dolls heads even for the best roleplay. But Visma, Yesne, and Mrsha all looked up at Gire and then whispered amongst each other before shaking their heads.

Thats so evil. Maybe Herna would forgive Meera after all, Visma.

I think so. Lady Eisna is too cruel.

Too? But she was trying toHerna had just stabbed Seele to death! Gire looked at Mrsha, and the little girl sighed. Gire was way too into this. She made things too real.

Before they continued the tea party, though, Visma felt at her claw.

Mother! I need a healing potion! Im hurt!

There were no bandages nor anything else needed in a regular household. Just a healing potion. However, Vismas mother hesitated.

OhVisma. Its just a little poke in your scales.

Mommy!

Visma looked outraged, but Selena just sighed.

Healing potions are twice as expensive as they were a month ago, Visma, and the [Alchemist] told me they might get more costly. No is no. Maybe youll learn not to play with needles.

Mrsha, lend me your healing potion!

The Gnoll girl obliged Visma with a drop in secret, but Gires ears prickled a bit. Potions were getting more expensive in Liscor? She wondered if the fall of the Plains Eye tribe and damage to the other tribes had contributed to that. They didnt have many [Alchemists], but their people were both [Traders] and supplied herbs.

Then again, to Gires knowledge, healing potions were easy to manufacture. But perhaps it was also the demand of adventurers or the new businesses like Liscor Hunted. Or the army gobbling up supplies. And yes, the tea party went back to discussing Liscorian politics and voting in their new member. For Liscor was changing even in the world of dollhouses.

You want to admit an Antinium and a Goblin into our circle? Are you mad?

One of the girls parroted one of her dolls. Mrsha wrote furiously, and Visma read out loud.

Theyre both noblewomen! Theyll beooh! A female Prognugator whos Xrns distantly-related half-cousins sister? And a Goblin Lady?

Im not playing with Goblins!

A Gnoll girl broke character and folded her arms. Mrsha glared. She was going to buy a Goblin dollwell, shed have to get it custom-madeand an Antinium one too!

Bina

Visma looked at the Gnoll girl, but the black-furred girl pointed at Mrsha.

You cant have a Goblin! Even if you have one in your inntheyre bad!

Mrsha bridled, but Visma had an idea.

Bina, Bina! What if you got a Human doll? And then Mrsha could get her dolls? Well let more people in.

The girls thought about this. One of them, who was fiddling with her worn Drake doll, raised a timid claw.

C-could I get a new doll too? My birthday is coming up. But I dont want a Human or Goblin or Antinium. I wanta Garuda.

Do they even sell Garuda dolls in Liscor?

Visma was agog with the notion. Surely not! But the girl whispered confidentially to the others.

They sell them in Pallass. Ive got a reservation for tomorrow, and Im going to get one made with real feathers! Theres one of Bevussa.

Oh, get one, get one! And Ill get a Dullahan!

No fair! I want one!

Visma stamped her foot and clapped her claws together loudly. She rallied the group as they turned to her.

Well share! But we need to figure out what their names will be, and what their stories areand whos marrying whom! We need more dolls! Who has more?

Einne, the daughter of the Carpenters Guildmaster, has two dozen.

I hate Einne.

Lets invite her. Come on, Yesne. We should get a Garuda, a Dullahanand they can be the nobles from Pallass. Then theyll come here, and the Goblin, umfalls in love with a Pallassian [General]!

Everyone oohed at this stroke of brilliance. Another Visma classic. Gire rubbed at her head. She feltinstinctivelythat maybe it was time to find Ekhtouch again. Mrsha was a great and wonderful friend. ButGire decided first shed finally talk to them and tell them to get a price count in other cities and tribes for healing potions. Then they needed to gather, but they should be establishing ties with other tribes, so shed send a [Message] to Feshi first

It wasnt fun, but it beat playing with damn dolls.

Erin Solstice had a hammer, a nail, and a sheet of parchment.

Tekshia Shivertail had a spear.

Stay away from my guild.

It was being rebuilt, and Antinium were already working on the foundationmore advanced [Builders] under Hexel himself would finish once a framework was up. That was one of the newer systems in Liscor that allowed work for both groups.

Aw, come on, Tekshia. Ill justIm not gonna break it twice, and if I do, whats left to break? Okayokay! Dont stab me. How aboutthe Watch House?

How about your inn?

Erin ignored that. But she never made it to the Watch House, Liscors City Hall, or even the Mages Guild. A wall of [Guardsmen] blocked her, and a desperate [Mage] threw up a [Forcewall].

You guys! Aw, man. Do I have to do my inn? I really dont want to knock down my own walls.

Even she was apprehensive as she wheeled back to her inn. Lyonette hesitated.

Erinif you think itll do any damagedont post that quest.

Fine, fine. I think I can stop it. Geeze, you make one guild fall down and everyone thinks youll do it again.

A crowd followed Erin up the hill. She hadnt said she was posting another <Quest>, but everyone could tell.

However, did they know what shed said to Nerrhavias Fallen? No. Only the people in the inn knew, and while most were reporting to their friends or allies, you could argue people were still in denial.

As in, they said things like yes, she posted a <Mythical Quest>, but so what? Other [Innkeepers] can do that. Shes an important [Innkeeper], but thats all.

The irrefutable proof was when Erin Solstice got a gift from the Titan of Baleros. When you began to add up the events she was involved in, or the rumors about her. Indeedin the courts of Nerrhavias Fallen and to Yisame herself, the question was rapidly becoming not who is Erin Solstice and why do I care?, but how can I talk to Erin Solstice?

For she had something they wanted.

Erin Solstice took a breath, put the piece of parchment up, and watched as Ishkr bailed out a window. He landed in the grass, and Apista crawled out after him.

Oh, come on, guys

Aah! Wait! I must run! I do not want to fall to my death!

Bird panicked in the tower, and Erin blew out her cheeks. She raised the hammer and concentrated. Everyone flinched as the hammer came up, and Erin struck the nail.

Tep.

The sound was so small only the Gnolls heard it, and Erin bent the nail sideways. She tried to recorrect, blinking, and hit her thumb.

Argh! My thumb! Hey! Whats going on?

Erin took a few more swings at the piece of paper and hammered the parchment into the wall a bit. Then she stared at the parchment. She tugged at it and it tore right off the nail. Erin poked at the ink and then looked up at her guests.

Uh oh.

She didnt post the quest. In fact, Erin was pretty sure she couldnt post the quest. Which raised an interesting conundrum.

What do you mean, you cant post it?

I just cant, Lyonette. It doesnt feel like itll work. And you saw it. I cant make itclick. Like, you know, I know all the requirements are there and itll work? Just like the <Basic Quests>. But this time, I feel like I could post it. Its just not time yet.

Lyonette looked helplessly at Kevin, and the young man scratched at his head.

The <Mythical Quest> is on cooldown. She probably cant post one the day after the last one. Thats how things work in games.

Oh. But Erin could post a <Basic Quest> every hour!

Erin was nodding. She sat at the table as the other guests tried not to listen in too obviously.

Yeah, but thats <Basic Quest>. I never tried <Rare Quest>, but I bet its at least a day. And then theres <Heroic Quest> and then <Mythical Quest>. Soif thats the case, how long do I have to wait?

She felt a sudden sinking sensation in her chest. Because shed just had a thought.

I have a lot of quests I want to post. She didnt know if it was wise to post them all at once, and shed been worried about that. Now, it occurred to Erin that the problem might not be if it was wise to hand out too many secrets or goalsmaybe she wouldnt be able to post them at all.

How long do you think it would take for the <Mythical Quest> torecharge?

Lyonette looked at Kevin, and he had no answers. At this point, Venaz lifted his head up from his notebook.

Lets confirm a few details, Miss Solstice. Theres a ranking order, and I have it as Basic-Rare-Heroic-Mythical; is that the highest? Are there deviations within these ranks? How do you know about this palace of the Immortal Tyrant to post a quest for it or did Nerrhavia grant you that ability?

Erin Solstices shoulders hunched, and she turned her head slowly. Shed almost forgotten about them.

Wil Kallinad, Peki of Pomle, Merrik Stoneshield, and Venaz of Hammerad.

Oh, hey, guys. I didnt see you come in.

Miss Solstice. I hope were not disturbing you?

Wil gave her his most polite smile and bow from his seat. Venaz just stared until Merrik elbowed him.

Ahgood morning, Miss Solstice. I was hoping to have a rematch of chess and then get your take on historical events of the last year. From your perspective. About these quests? I would be happy to explore any nuances of the phenomenon. I amthat is, we are the Titans finest students.

The Minotaur gave Erin his winning smile, and Erin stared at it.

Nah. Im good. Why dont we continue this discussion in, um, the garden, guys?

She looked at Lyonette, and Venaz stood up instantly, distressed.

Miss Solstice! We are accredited [Strategists] and students of the Titan! He instructed us to help you in any way possible.

Great. Its justyou guys give me real Chaldion vibes. So, um. Thanks, but Ill let you know.

Is that a compliment?

Peki whispered to Merrik. He rolled his eyes.

What do you think?

No?

Erin wanted to roll away, but Lyonette hissed in her ear.

Erin, thats Wil Kallinad of House Kallinad of Pheislant! Remember what we said this morning?

The [Innkeeper] groaned. Before she could make a determination on whether or not she cut the [Strategists] into her learning about <Quests>, the door opened.

The bouncers at the door were still the Thronebearers, but they had been at least augmented by the two former Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings, Normen and Alcaz. They were letting in guests and the general public, because Lyonette had decided it was time to start earning money.

There wasnt the samerush that Normen vaguely remembered. Oh, there were a lot of lookie-loos who wanted to see what Erin was doing, but they bought snacks and drinks. Which saved Ishkr since the staff wasnt there, true.

It was actually amazing that the [Head Server] was covering all the tables with Liska and Lyonettes occasional help plus a few Antinium trainees. Still, that was because the guests were simpler in their desires.

Lyonette was wavering between helping Ishkr and persuading Erin not to flee. The [Strategists] werent making it any betterVenaz had pulled over Niers chess board and the [Message] scroll.

The Titan of Baleros is available to talk, Miss Solstice.

Mmokay. But am I?

The Players of Celum might not be performing, but that was a good floor show, watching Venazs reactions. Lyonette found herself serving a Human whom she had never met before.

Hello! Im sorry about the slight delayweve just reopened. But I can get your order to you right away. Are you new to Liscor?

I just came through that magical door from Invrisil. On holiday. Ioh, interesting. I think Ill have a blue fruit to start with, please. Everyone said that was the unique drink to get. Because its poisonous.

We make sure its not here, sir. And to eat?

The man looked blankly at the menu.

Pizza, hamburgers, ice cream, oh, even cake and

Lyonette smiled as he ran down the list of new foodsand those werent even the complex ones! Yet the finger went down the list of fine foods as well, and he frowned.

I think Ill pass, thanks.

Huh?

Lyonette did a double-take and wondered if she was looking atan Earther? Another one? But this man was in his forties, and he looked very comfortable in his [Trader]s vest and attire. He leaned back and patted his stomach and decided, no, he wasnt hungry.

Maybe some of your Fireflake Fries, then. Ive eaten most of the new foods at other restaurants.

Y-you have?

The [Princess] gave the Human man an uncomprehending stare, and he offered her a cheery smile.

Theres pizza on option in almost every restaurant. Some of the dishes arent on your menuwonderful spread. But I was just at The Drunken Gnoll, which is one of the eateries.

Lyonette realized the problem instantly. Imani cooked for Timbor. And she, since The Wandering Inn was closed, had developed a name for herself as the food provider in the much more accessible, safe inn.

Worse? All of Erins foods had long since been stolen. The man saw Lyonettes expression and hastened to reassure heror try to.

I had to come to The Wandering Inn and see where all the foods started. The Players of Celum, the foodsits a fine establishment. Entertaining. Vintage. Classic.

That last word sounded like the doom of establishments to Lyonette. She bit her lip, but then put on a big smile and got the food. And then the significant guest walked into the inn.

Venaz was trying to get Erin to play a game of chess in vainshe was giving him a smile about as genuine as his when someone interrupted them.

Erin Solstice. Might I trouble you for some time?

Erin glanced up and then blinked.

Oh! Kiish!

And there she was. [Strategist] Kiish of Desonis, the right-hand of Earl Altestiel, glanced at the students of the Titan of Baleros as they turned and sized her up. Venaz blinked.

Strategist Kiish?

He met her gaze, and the woman fiddled with her glasses.

What a surprise to meet the famous students of the Titan of Baleros. Its lovely to see new faces in our class. Erin, do you have time?

She ignored the students as Erin turned.

Of course, Kiish! I thought you were leaving?

Presently. My work is done, but the Earl wondered if you might spare some time to talk? I have a speaking stone, and I believe hes free this afternoon.

Erin blinked. Time for the [Earl] whod helped bring her back to life? She didnt see Wil groan and Venaz writing a note to the Titan.

Of course. Hey, would you like a game of chess?

Kiish smiled.

I believe the Earl would like one first if possible.

Hey, lets pull up a board!

Kiish nodded and then glanced around. She met Merriks eye for a moment and then seemed to spot the chess board coincidentally placed on a nearby table. She pulled a speaking stone from her pouch and cued it up as she began setting the board. She picked up the Titan of Baleros and put his chess piece in the king spot.

Earl Altestiel, Miss Solstice is here. Would you like to play a game?

Her eyes glittered. Erin missed it as she greeted Altestiel, but Venaz had stopped writing abruptly. The Minotaur suddenly wondered if The Wandering Inn was scrying-proof. Probably not. And if it werehe was fairly sure informants and other methods could give you a clear view into the inn.

Peki was the one who summed it up best. She looked from Niers gift to Erin having its inaugural game with the Earl of Rains, to Kiish, to Erin, and whispered to Merrik.

Ooh. Nice cross-counter.

Sohowre things, Altestiel?

Desonis is technically at war, Erin. Although our forces have not advanced on Ailendamus. Were watching the borders.

Oh, right. The Ailendamus stuff. It looked pretty tough thelast time I heard about it. You know, I really have to thank you.

Theres no need, Erin. I only hope that you can visit Desonis sometime. I would offer to travel, but I doubt that will happen so long as the possibility of war remains.

Idont know if thats likely.

Erin Solstice fiddled with a pawn, then moved it forwards two spaces. Oh, it felt like last time theyd met. Dancing on uncertainty.

However, the Earl was entirely understanding. Lyonette was less so. She pinched Erins arm and leaned over.

Earl Altestiel, I pray that you will allow me to visit your estates someday soon. Once I return to Terandria, I will surely call on you if that is acceptable.

I would gladly accept, Miss Lyonette.

Erin looked up, and Lyonettes face was sad. But she glanced at the Thronebearers and then at Erin. They didnt have forever.

The young woman sighed. She put her head on the table and stared at the board where her game with Altestiel had begun. Then she saw Kiish, playing a casual game with Wil as Venaz watched.

Lord of the Dance is also exceptionally glad you made a recovery, Erin. And as I said, if you need any help, Kiish is present to effect it until she leaves.

Erinwho cooks blindly and just tosses things into a recipe

[Witches], Imani. Havent you seen their cauldrons?

And there it was. Imani stopped, and Ulvama, napping as she balanced a drink and a straw on her chest while leaning back in a chair, cracked one eye open. Erin pulled something out and showed it to Imani.

This is what Im putting into what Im making. I dont know what it isthe form matters, but I know whats going into it. This.

It was her pot filled with emotions after the outside barbecue. Imani eyed it, because the lid wasvibrating slightly. She gulped.

How do you cook with magic?

Erins eyes twinkled.

Dont worry. Ive had lessons from the best. You just help me figure out how to make something appetizingIll handle the magic.

She was rolling up her sleeves when it vaguely occurred to her that not once had the greatest coven of [Witches] in the world ever, remotely, in their timeless lessons of how to practice a [Witch]s craftever suggested that what they made was tasty.

Magical cooking was still fascinating to the guests, so much so that Palt was mildly amplifying Erins voice as Lyonette and Ishkr struggled to keep up with demand.

Those two, because the few Workers had to be shown the ropes and Liska waswell, about Safry or Maran-level. However, everyone, even Lyonette, had a keen ear trained to Erins kitchen.

Before, she had used [Wondrous Fare] to make food, but it was clear Erin had no idea how it worked and was, rather like a mad scientist, tossing in magical foods and creating, with much trial and error, something that had a beneficial effect.

This time? She sounded like she knew what she was doing, and everyone was curious how you actually put magic into food. Even Octavia drooped into the inn, looking like she hadnt slept in days.

Were making thank-you gifts, Imani. Thats important to keep in mind. Nothing for Altestiel, which I feel sorta bad about, but you cant split targets.

Why not? Just make twice as much if it works

No, no. Thats logical with food. Think magic. See this pot?

Erin waved around the covered pot.

This is in limited supply, and its like, um, Wyvern steak. We cant waste it. Also, thats why its a thank-you gift. Because this fits the theme.

The pot was filled with all the emotions from that gathering. Imani was struggling to make sense of it, but she was taking mental notes, and Palt was pulling a Grimalkin as well. Both had the thought that maybe Erin was teaching them where their class might go if they continued levelling.

And if so, they were going to do a better job when it was their turn. So Imani nodded.

Thank-you gift. It fits withthe emotion? Do you have to do that?

Erin thought about the question and shook her head.

I could turn it into something else. Something nasty, even. But thatd be a waste.

Why?

Ulvama had come back, and the [Shaman] stared challengingly at Erin. The [Innkeeper] frowned at the Hob she didnt really know and replied slowly.

Because its contentment. Happiness. Reliefwell, its not all nice. Some of its bitter orits like a soup stock. It wants to be one thing. And I could turn it into something completely opposite like wrath because it is power, but Id lose liketwo-thirds since I dont know what Im doing.

Oh. The [Mages] got it. Bezale murmured to Palt.

Sounds like elemental magicore.

The Centaur shuddered.

Dead gods, I hope not. Shed kill all of us if its anywhere near that toxic.

Ulvama, on the other hand, just gave Erin a nod, as if shed passed some basic test. Erin was trying to put it into simpler terms for Mrsha.

Okay, lets say you have vegetable soup stock. You could make something super meaty out of it like you would with beef broth, but why would you when it clearly goes well as vegetable soup stock? It takes more effort, and in this case, youll get less soup.

Numbtongue raised a hand.

Is soup like magic?

It is for [Witches]. Doesnt it make sense?

It seemed a bit too simple, so Imani pushed Erin slightly.

Okay, Erin. What are we making?

Umsomething that can be made in a pan. Like this. I could transfer it, but I dont really want to try. Whats nice to eat? Any ideas?

The [Bard] lifted one eyebrow.

Soup?

He was kicked out of the kitchen. A thank-you gift was not soup, and soup was very hard to magically transport. Mrsha leapt around excitedly and held up a card.

Sugar! Sweet things!

Ooh, good idea, Mrsha! Imani, now its your turn. What sugary things do you make in a pot?

The [Chef] was having some novel cogitation here, because Erin was demanding something that was adjacent to cookingbut not quite. It was like playing a game of Scrabble rather than writing an essay; Imani had to run down a list of pot-based sweets.

Ermelted sugar? As in, sugar glass? I was going to do some of that. Or a sauce or jam, but

Erin waved excitedly at Imani.

Oh! Oh! Thats a great idea! Candy, or a lollipop! But I hate those, so maybe just a candy. Likegemstones, yeah. Only edible. And I could fill them up with something tasty. You know what Im talking about?

All the Earthers had an image of the quintessential candy treat. Numbtongue just imagined eating sweet gemstones and hoped his teeth could handle it.

Well, I can help you with that. Lets get the ingredients out.

Relieved at some direction, Imani began the basics for sugar glass. She didnt know how to make the exact candies Erin wanted, but shed done sugar glass for fun before. It was actually very simple, although they had no corn syrup or cream of tartar. Happily, Imani had a few Skills to make up for that.

[Ingredients Stabilization]. Once we get it into liquid form, that will stop the sugar from becoming crystals. But it wont have much beyond sugar, water, and whatever flavoring you wantErin!

They were making a bowl of sugar, water, and what Imani thought could substitute for cream of tartarlemon juice. Erin had the pot heating on the stove under a mild flame, but she refused to open it to let the good stuff out until they were ready to dump the ingredients in.

However, she had already begun to deviate from normal as she chopped up a piece of Sages Grass. Innocently, Erin sprinkled it in along with some sweet blue juice.

What? Come on, Imani. This wont hurt it.

Justwarn me before you throw something in! Once we make the sugar glass, whats the plan?

Amuffin.

Imani raised the spoon she was using to stir the mixture with dangerously. Erin waved her hands.

No, listen! A sugar glass muffin! And then we fill it with batter or something nice. Doesnt that sound cool?

It sounds like youll cut your mouth to pieces eating a hard shell and then a weird, underbaked interior.

Okay. Maybe lollipops or just regular candies. This is why youre here, Imani.

I dont want credit for this. Literally, dont reference me in any part of the finished product.

Erin sighed, but she opened the lid of the pot and quickly dumped in the sugary water. She closed the lid as the pot began to warm the sugar glass mixture, and Imani objected again.

Erin! Itll boil way too fast with the lid on! Youll burn ityou need to be stirring and watching the sugar glass constantly!

The [Innkeeper] cursed.

Darn, you sure? The good stuff needs to be in there! Itll get out! Stay, stay

She spoke to the pot like it was a dog or something was inside and opened it to stir rapidly, then closed the lid. Imani closed her eyes.

Iguess you could keep the lid closed, but keep checking! It needs to not heat up fast or it will caramelize. But it does need to get toI dont know the temperature. [Burn Protection]!

She pointed at the pot, and Erin raised a hand.

Alright! [Chef] and [Innkeeper] powers combined!

She never got an answering high-five. Imani grabbed the spoon.

Keep stirring. Are you going to taste-test it?

You have all these great ideas, Imani. Althoughits a [Witch]s brew.

So they dont taste-test what they make?

Ehits sorta risky. But hey, thats what we have volunteers for, right, Numbtongue? Numbtongue?

It was still fun to watch. Lyonette kept dashing into the kitchen to pull out plates because the guests had flipped on having a dinner.

Im so sorry were delayed, sir

Even with pre-made food, she was having trouble, but the [Trader] waved it off. He looked at Ishkr, balancing eight plates and scolding Liska as he took half the room. Lyonette was the one falling behind. She, like Erin, had no Skills in the field.

Not at all. Is that a [Preservation] that makes the food so fresh?

Yes, exactly! A Wandering Inn specialty! WeIm sorry, I have to go!

The man watched as Lyonette sped off. There was no one at the bar, which meant people were waiting for drinks. A Drake leaned on the counter.

Ill have a Frost Dragon shot, no bones.

AIm sorry, one second. A what?

Drassi was supposed to be the [Bartender], but shed moved on to bigger and better things. Lyonette, flustered, began to call Ser Sest over, but the Thronebearers and Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings were occupied.

Excuse me, Miss Erin.

Ser Sest appeared at the kitchen window and nearly scared Imani and Erin to death. They were watching the sugar, which had come to a boil, cool. It was a very simple thing, making sugar glass.

Erin just made it so darn complicated. Imani leapt and grabbed for Erinbut the apologetic [Knight] simply grabbed a piece of air and began towing it away.

You may wish to close the shutters.

The air was yelping and turned into a shadowy figure with a mask on. Erin stared at Ser Sest.

Wow, those Thronebearers are good.

Wil Kallinad nodded appreciatively. There was a thump and a brief scream as Normen kicked someone trying to come through the second-story window. The rest of the clandestines decided infiltration was a bad idea.

And they couldnt come through the front door, either, because Dame Ushar had some kind of ability that meant that the people waiting to get in she mostly admittedexcept for every covert operative whom she would politely direct away.

The [Lord] of Pheislant murmured to the others.

Never challenge a Thronebearer in court. Find him on the battlefield and beat him to death. I think thats a saying I heard growing up from the Order of Seasons.

Erin chortled and went back to checking her glass. It looked like it was cooling, but Imani was right.

Lets get a taste-test. We can cool down a little spoonfulit should just taste like sugar. Any volunteers?

She inserted a spoon quickly and removed some syrupy liquid that was deep, clear blue. Apprehensively, everyone drew back, and a little girl writhed in pain.

Even Visma was afraid, but Mrsha looked at the spoon and saw free sugar. Free magic sugar. She weighed this against a burnt tongue or eating something bad and raised a paw. She closed her eyes as Erin let Palt blow cold air over the spoon, then Erin popped it into her mouth.

Mrsha?

In a moment like this, everyone stared at the little Gnoll, or the [Innkeeper], or the pot. Which was why, in Shriekblades experience, that was when you should drop from the ceiling and behead everyone.

Since that wasnt what she wanted to do, she looked for anyone about to do that. The Named-rank Adventurer heard a commotion below her, but she was looking out forwell.

The people not even the Thronebearers or the Brothers could find. They were good bodyguards, and Tessa was no specialist. She was a [Rogue], but even the specialized Thronebearers could run into someone much higher-level than them.

If there was someone like that in the inn, that was whom Tessa hunted and killed.

She didnt think there was, at least, not anyone shed not already marked. Anyone around her level knew she was in the inn since she wasnt trying to hide her presence that much. If they tried coming through the second floor window like an idiot, they knew they were risking their lives.

Still, she was trying to prove how valuable she was to the [Princess], so when Lyonette, panting, drew Ser Dalimont aside for a checkup on security, Tessa joined them.

Only spies, Dalimont? No one high-level?

Not that we could find.

Me either.

The Thronebearer nearly drew his sword, and Lyonette muffled a scream as Tessa appeared. As if theyd forgotten her. Well, she hadnt moved for two days from her hiding spot. Just enjoyed being free of that nagging cloud in her head.

Tessa! Adventurer Tessayouve been watching? No onescome in?

Lyonette had an eye on Ishkr and the bar. People were waiting for drinks, and Liska was messing them all up. She groaned, and Tessa shook her head.

High-levels are easy for me to spot.

But if they have concealment

Im high-level. Its easy for me. Saliss is obvious. He moves too well.

Dalimont politely nodded, still watching Tessa. She shook her head.

Theres a lot of Level 30s in this inn. But Im certain only three people are above Level 40, including me.

Thats a relief.

Lyonette sighed and then frowned as she had a thought.

Over Level 40? Is Saliss here?

No.

Chaldion? Grimalkin, Pelt?

Nope.

Then who

Erin Solstice was one. So was Tessa herself. Lyonettes first thought was that one of the Horns or another adventurer had reached that lofty goal, or Kiish or the [Strategists], but Tessa thought that they were hovering below that capstone. There were other members of the inns family that were pushing Level 30.

She eyed Ser Dalimont.

Hes sitting in the common room. Hes not hostile. You let him in.

Dalimont paled.

Thats impossible. Ushar would notice a [Spy], even Level 50, if they walked up to her

Well. Hes not a spy.

Lyonette spun towards the common room just in time to see someone stand up and move across the room. Tessas claw pointed out the [Trader] as he stepped over to the bar where the angry queue was haranguing Liska.

No, a Frost Dragon shot. No bones! That means

Liska was about to snap back and tell the Human with his worn vest he couldnt be behind the bar when he removed his vest in one go. It vanished into a bag of holding, and she blinked at the long, white sleeves, deep maroon overcoat, and oddly trim look to his attire. He took the bottle she was trying to measure into a shot, and his hands blurred.

Tessa could stab a man eighteen times before he blinked. She saw the newcomers hands move about as fastonly his result wasnt a dead body but a shot glass, which slid into the angry Drakes claw.

Frost Dragon shot. Firebreath Whiskey, one half, Cenidau Frostsip. No bones; no ice. Apologies for the wait. Here is your drink, your drink, your drinkand there appears to be no bourbon in stock.

Three orders appeared, and the man moved past the bar as the startled customers paid up or sipped at the drinks. Lyonette started across the room.

Who is that

She heard an exclamation and then saw him reappear with two dozen orders. This time, the rest of the guests had noticed him, and Numbtongue put a hand on his sword. He stared at the stranger as a floating plate zoomed across the room onto a table.

The [Trader] winked at Lyonette and then stepped back as Ser Dalimont charged at him. He side-stepped the [Knight], and as Ser Dalimont turned, a table moved of its own volition and blocked the [Knight]. Ser Dalimont slammed into it, and the newcomer raised his hands.

Forgive me if Im disturbing things. I just saw the inn was understaffed and decided to lend a hand. Ill remove myself if Im unwanted, but at least let me see what shes going to make.

His eyes twinkled, and he stood taller as Lyonette pointed at him. Tessa was still relaxed. Lyonette grabbed her arm, and Shriekblade nearly stabbed her.

Who is that?

Tessa removed Lyonettes arm fast and shrugged.

I thought you knew? Hes not dangerous. The Gold-ranks are more threatening. Hed be annoying to fight since this is an inn, but hes just an [Innkeeper]. Definitely over Level 40.

Lyonette looked up and saw eyes like twinkling stars. As if the pupils had a shine. That innocuous man turned, and he had the air like one of the Players of Celum. A pause about him, and then she saw his uniform and that wink. He strode forwards with another wink as the table and chairs moved out of Ser Dalimonts path.

Do you need a hand, Miss? The innkeepers floor is a battleground, but a [Princess] is outmatched in our territory.

Are you?

There was one stop along her journey south that the [Princess] Lyonette had wanted to make, but she had been wary of being spotted. Yet it was a famous inn, the most famous in the continent. She looked at the [Innkeeper] and realized

The competition had come to scope out Erin Solstice.

Erin didnt notice the commotion at first. She was staring at the pot as it cooled. She was a bit disappointed.

It wasnt as magical as she was hoping. Oh, it was made well, but she glanced sideways at Imani and felt a bitannoyed.

Imani was making the cooking good. But good was not magic. It was like a tug-of-war, and Erin felt like shed lost something.

Itd still do something. And judging from Mrshas reaction, it was the best darn sugar glass shed ever had. She was rolling around, waving her paws at the others.

Is it good or did she burn her tongue?

Mrsha was smiling hugely, but she leapt about, doing jump-kicks. She was feeling amazing! It was like a happy rush had filled her from toes to her ears. No, not happyshe felt like she had at the barbecue, but concentrated.

Its not one thing yet. See, its all kinds of emotions, so I think Mrshas getting it unfiltered. Ill need to change it up.

Erin sighed as she stared at the pot. It was still trying to remove the lid, and the steam was making it rattle slightly. Imani frowned at the pot and then at Mrsha.

Is itare we just making magical drugs, Erin?

Ill try the next

Palt backed off as Imani glared at him. Erin shook her head.

No, thats not how it works. Think back to the picnic, Imani. How did you feel? It was a relief, wasnt it? A bit healing? Thats what Im trying to put into the glass.

Oh. WellI suppose thats better. So Mrshas just getting that?

The little Gnolls antics were beginning to concern the audience. She had gone from grinning excitedly and a sugar-high to suddenly running about and rolling on the inns floor. She squirmed, and Erin frowned.

Hm. Maybe theres not enough sugar?

Not enough

I meanthats a small pot. I needed a cauldron, and its not much sugar glass. Maybe its too concentrated.

That was a lot of emotion packed into a little amount of liquid. Mrsha was rolling about, panting. Erin glanced at the pot and hesitated.

Was it vibrating? The heat was off, and the sugar glass should have mostly been solid. But the lid was rattling. Erin put one hand on it to keep it shutand then she developed a worried look on her face.

Wait a second. Can you be too full of contentment and happiness?

The others looked blankly at Erin. She elaborated, feeling something building in the pot. Erin gazed at Mrsha, hugging Ulvamas leg and kicking at the ground, as if trying to subdue the feeling bursting in her, out of control. Pinch me! Im too happy!

Like you want to roll around and cry because youre so happy and everything is so nice? Like you could burst with?

One spoonful had done that to Mrsha. And an entire pot of it was sitting on the stove. Erin felt the pressure rising, and Imanis eyes slowly drifted down to the very small pot, now trying to containshe looked at the [Innkeeper] and realized her mistake.

She shouldnt have been here. She and Palt shouldnt have come to the inn. Imani had been trying to avert another culinary disaster. Instead?

She was standing right next to ground-zero. Erin lifted the pot, and her eyes went wide. She grabbed it to her chest with both hands and squeezed the lid shut.

There was no steam to release, or gases like from baking soda or carbonation, but the lid was shaking, and the pot was making ominous sounds. Erin looked around and then shouted.

Oh no! Run for it! Its gonna explode!

The observers around the doorway broke apart, leaping for safety as Erin Solstice charged out of the inn. The strange [Innkeeper], Lyonette, the guests, saw Erin rolling forwards, holding the lid shut.

Out of the way! Its gonna go boom! Push me outside, someone! Hurry!

One brave soulVenazgrabbed Erins wheelchair and ran her past the guests as everyone leapt from their tables. Erin was halfway out the door when she saw the people waiting to come in, the Thronebearers, and saw her mistake.

Consider the psychology of some [Spies] or operatives ordered to watch the inn. You were already jumpy because Shriekblade was on the prowl, and there were a lot of people in your line of work, and youd been blocked from entering the inn, which already made you feel outclassed.

Then the [Innkeeper] you were supposed to watch came rolling out the door, holding a pot. She held it up and screamed.

No, take me back in! Itll kill everyone out here! The [Garden]! Get me to

A stampede began outside as the door slammed shut. The [Guards] on the wall watched, called in the alarm, and took bets on whether this would escalate. Most veterans didnt even flinch, to the rookies amazement.

This wasnt even noteworthy unless the top of the inn blew off. Then theyd pay attention.

There was only one place devoid of people that Erin could get to. She made Venaz turn, and the door to the [Garden] opened. Erin prayed that Bird wasnt in there and threw the pot. It had begun to jerk, and she swore she felt the metal deforming as the pressure reached a critical point.

Too late she realized something. Her concoction of not-quite-finished magical cooking?

Shed just hurled it into the most magically charged room in the inn. Straight at the hill filled with Sages Grass. The door slammed shut, and Erin turned her head and screamed.

Take c

Numbtongue hadnt really expected much from the pot. It might blow its lid in, what, a cloud of deadly happiness? But he thought Erin was overexaggerating as she tossed the pot.

Then the inn shook. A rumble went through the walls and his feet. He almost staggered, and the guests cried out in alarm. The Hobgoblin decided to draw his sword again.

What was that? What wasHimilt, a Goblin

A man was ducked under the table next to another one. Both had faintly red eyes, and Numbtongue thought they were fairly handsome. Nice teeth. They stared at him with a bunch of red jars on the table as the Hobgoblin rushed forwards with everyone else. Erin Solstice had her hand on the door to the [Garden of Sanctuary]. She opened it with a trembling hand as the mysterious [Innkeeper] and the other guests crowded around.

Erin looked into the garden and gasped. Mrsha, recovered from her contentment-overload via the application of mortal terror, peeked around Erins wheelchair and gasped as well.

The garden was not a shredded wasteland from the pot exploding. The top of the pot had blown off as the contents were released, free from Erins grip at last.

The pots lid was still in the air. Bird had seen it shoot out of the roof of the inn and was staring up at it as it soared into the distance.

Pot birds? Why did no one tell me

But the contents of the pot hadnt gotten that far. Theyd showered up, and now

They were drifting down. Erin looked up at the failed sugar glass, which had always been too sensible by half. The nearly-cooled mixture hadnt been able to take that much emotion after all. It had exploded upwards like shrapnel. And thatthat was what was drifting down, defying the laws of gravity.

It looked like splinters of glass, some light blue, others flecked with brilliant flakes of currant or rose-red. Shards of semi-transparent sugar, warped like a fragment of wood from the incredible stresses only an explosion could create.

Sugar daggers.

Shriekblade gazed up as the magical pieces of glass spun as they fell to earth. Venaz reached out and almost took one, but hesitated. Erin caught one in her hand, and the edges were sharp and nearly cut her skin.

Wow. Now thats something.

Erin

Lyonette was lost for words. Even the foreign [Innkeeper] looked startled as Erin held up her odd creation to the light. What were you supposed to do with this? There was no making regular confections out of this.

Erin had a feeling that the explosion had changed the sugar glass in other ways, too. But she held the piece of deadly, beautiful sugar up to the light, and that was when her instincts twinged.

[Wondrous Fare]. She hadnt had a plan other than thank-you going into this. And as Imani said, that was always a bad idea. Now? Something shed been told mixed with an idea in her head.

I know how to salvage this. Heygrab the pieces of glass! And dont nibble it! Its not done!

Her guests looked at her and then scrambled into the garden to grab the rest before they fell. Pisces pointed and whisked the pieces out of the air around him.

Erin rolled past Imani, back to the kitchen.

Sorry, Imani. Im gonna ask you to sit this one out, okay? Ill ask if I need help with how to make something. Is that okay?

Perfectly.

The [Chef] answered faintly. Erin was looking around, frowning.

Weve got strawberries and raspberries, and I guess thats what jam is. Tomatoesnah. But what about those glowing red things?

Sweetberries? I have some in our kitchen.

Palt started. Erin pointed at him.

Get them! I need red! But not just red. Itsdarn. You cant squeeze a steak. Thats gross, and its not good enough. Unless theres, like, a super-rare onwhats that?

She stopped on her way across the inn and peered at something. A pair of men stared back.

Hello. Do I know you?

No, Miss [Innkeeper]. That iswere new to Liscor, and we just stopped by

Fierre had the worst recommendations. Himilt tensed as Erin pointed to the jars theyd bought.

Whats that?

Erjust

Bamer was sweating, but Erin peered at the jars.

Theyre blood. Hey, this is from the blood bank!

Were using it as pest deterrents. To bait monsters and

Can I have a jar? Ill pay you back.

The two Vampires, tensed and wary, looked at each other. Imani covered her mouth.

Erin! You cant be

Erin plucked a jar of blood up and gazed at it. Her eyes flickered, and she lifted a finger to her mouth.

Imani, I appreciate it, but were not cooking in your world anymore. Were doing witchcraft.

Her eyes began to sparkle. She dipped the shard of glass in the jar of blood, and then it really did look like a dagger made of crystal, stained crimson. Say what you willhalf the inn was horrified.

The other half? Gothica, Numbtongue, the Vampires, Shriekblade, and certain people with a predilection for the macabre?

They loved the aesthetic.

You should definitely make sure your blood wasnt nasty. Bring it to a light boil, and yes, it probably ruined the blood-qualities for transfusion, especially if you mixed it with glowing sweetberries and a raspberry paste.

But that wasnt the point. Erin added some purified water next and let the mixture boil down. Then she had to think.

A pile of super-sharp pieces of magical sugar glass was resting in a bowl. Her sweet blood sauce was closer to savory, but even if she packaged both, something was missing.

Youd bleed for a bite of this. If the sharp sugar didnt get you, dipping it in the sauce meant blood would be spilled either way. But that wasnt the theme of this dish. Pain was not. Erin had called upon all the power of that night outside, and it was still there.

What was it? Past the sharp bite of pain, unleashed in the explosion of magicErin smiled as she found it.

Some of the pieces of blown glass were hollow. Theyd expanded in the explosion and had trapped air inside.

I need a needle. Or something very fine.

Apista offered her stinger. Numbtongue offered his sword. Erin decided not to use Pelts kitchen knife.

In the end, Erin put on a glove and used an ordinary, super-hot needle to poke a hole in the glass. Then she filled it up with a funnel and dropper from Stitchworks and sealed the hole by melting the glass together.

Erinits not even my best workits probably stale!

Octavia wrung her hands anxiously, but Erin insisted. The amount of healing potion was minute, anyways.

That doesnt matter, Octavia. The point is that the healing potion was used. And it saved your life, didnt it, Numbtongue?

Got stabbed right here. Good stuff.

He had given her the half-opened bottle hed kept from the Meeting of Tribes. Erin barely used more than half of the remaining liquid, and then she looked at what shed made.

The final thing was a two-fold package. Delicately wrapped splinters of exploded glass, light blue, sometimes so faint it was only visible as you held it up to the mirror, flecked with bits of ruby Sages Grass. Some were filled with glowing liquid, light orange or yellow speckled with bits of violet. Healing potion.

But you dipped and drizzled it with a crimson sauce that added to the glow, because it was slightly luminescent. A blood-sauce.

And all of it was sugary, it tasted good, but it was a confusing gift. Nevertheless, Erin sent it off with Wil, and the impatient Titan of Baleros had set it up so that he got it within twenty minutes from Erin finishing the product.

All the [Lord] had to do was get to the Mages Guild and let them teleport it. The [Mages] had been ready for the last half-hour; as hed said, money was no object.

Numbtongue would have paid a lot to see Niers face when he received this thank-you present, as would all of his students.

Foliana didnt have to pay as she saw the basket and jar of sauce, neatly tied together with a ribbon and a card, delivered into the Titans room. Niers blinked at the basket and then grabbed for the note.

WhatsI, ah, its very interesting.

Niers tried not to act like he knew what it was. He had tried not to peek, but he already knew what Erin had sent him. Even soup close, he stared at a shard of glass as long as he was, and his lips moved when he read the instructions.

blood sauce? Does she think we eat people in Baleros?

Mm. Maybe its because youre a warlord.

Shut it, Foliana. Itswell, its unique. And I cant say Ive ever had anything like it before. Yesextraordinary. And made with magic. Ill need to cut pieces off. I dont think I can actually eat it unless I want a mouthful of this sugar glass each time. But Ill, um

The Fraerling paced around the basket, still reading from the card. He was trying to talk it up, Foliana could tell.

She was enjoying this, despite the hole in her stomach. The bandages were bloody again, and she was just glad she wasnt stuck in the casket. She thought it was a stupid gift if it was intended to be romantic or even much of a thank-you gift.

That was, until she saw the Titan freeze, mid-step, and glance her way. Folianas nose twitched.

What?

Nothing.

Give me the card.

Niers tried to shield it, but Foliana reached over, felt some of her healing wounds tear, grimacedand snatched the card. It was worth the pain. She stared at the writing, and then the most evil, diabolical smile appeared as she lowered it.

Its for me.

Suddenly, it made sense. Niers blustered as Foliana reached for the gift.

Im sure Erin got it confused. She probably thought that since youre technically my superiorFoliana, dont you dare. It was addressed toFoliana!

She picked up the first bit of sugar and felt a prickle on her fingers. It cut into her fur even holding it gently. She dipped it into the blood.

Mm. I eat blood sometimes. Favorite foods. You dont.

Ive bathed in the blood of my enemies. Ill eat raw meat if I have to. Give me one.

Foliana ignored him. She tasted the blood sauce and found it was savory. Then she nibbled at the piece of sugar glass. Thentook a big bite.

For all his bluster, even Niers winced at the first bite Three-Color Stalker took. Because even if she was a Named Adventurer and had been a [Gourmand]she sliced up her mouth on the glass.

It hurt. But it was only faint cuts, not a sharp pain. Foliana chewed with a faint grimace, then felt something else tingling on her tongue.

The potion inside. It soothed the cuts, and the pain shed braced herself for faded. It didnt make the experience of chewing glass any less painful, but the entire treat was symbolic.

The pain was no fun, but it was what came after that made Folianas eyes widen and stop. Niers had a moment of panic, because hed never seen that expression on Folianas face.

The gift had been watched from the moment it left Erins inn to now. There was no way it was poison or dangerousunless Erin wanted them dead. But she wouldnt

Complacency. He had fallen for a trap, because hed been blind once before. Niers croaked.

[Healer]. [H

A paw gently shot out and stopped him from calling for help. The Titan breathed again as Foliana blinked. Then she swallowed.

What was that? Foliana? What did it taste like?

For answer, she showed him the card. At the bottom, Erin Solstice had written the name of her new treat. Her invention.

It wasnt something shed make much of. It was a very special, accidental bit of magical cooking. Frankly, not even sugar-loving Mrsha would enjoy hurting herself to complete the experience.

But what was the sensation you had when the potion kicked in? Whatcould Erin distill from that long picnic?

The emotions around her death, the quiet contemplation of all that had been done and sacrificed? She could have drawn many emotions from there. Contentment. Happiness. Grief, even uncertainty or satisfaction.

But what shed pulled out of the explosion, what shed decided to make for the wounded commander of the Forgotten Wing Company was something simple. It was written right there in the name:

Shards of Relief, from The Wandering Inn.

PS. Get well soon, Foliana! Ive never met you, but you seem nice.

The Squirrel Beastkin reached for another piece of the snack and dipped it in the sauce before taking a bite. Niers stared up at her and, despite himself, couldnt feel petty about that. He watched Foliana grimace as she ate the sharp treat.

I know you like weird food, Foliana, but maybe save it for later? Theres no healing potion while youre cursed.

He saw her eyes flicker down to him. Foliana stuck out her tongue at Niers.

Bleh. You cant have one.

I wasnt sayingjust one wouldhm?

Folianas tongue was red. Probably from the sauce. But Niers frowned as he saw a distinct lack of the microcuts he was sure were in her mouth. And then his eyes narrowed as she tore open a second crystal and sipped from the nectar inside. Foliana sighedand then her eyes sharpened. She stuck her tongue out another time, and he saw no cuts.

Wait a second. Folianayoure cursed.

Shed left a lot of blood, and the [Assassin] shed failed to kill had kept her from healing from her wounds with curse magic. There was no way a healing potion, especially a low-grade one, would bypass those Skills or the hexes.

Yet Foliana stretched slightly and this time failed to tear open her stomach wound. In factshe smacked her lips and turned her head to the door.

Get me a big healing potion. Now.

A servant ran as Niers gazed at Foliana. Three-Color Stalker took another bite of the Shards of Relief.

How?

That was all he could think to say. He was stunned. The Commander of the Forgotten Wing company, one of the greatest [Rogues] in the world, savored each bite of the sharp thank-you present. And she decided that it was one of the best shed ever gotten. Amused, she gazed down at Niers.

Nothing like a [Witch] for breaking curses. There must have been a lot of magic in these things.

All the magic of a Level 46 [Innkeeper] and her closest guests. Niers Astoragon whistled softly. And the apprehensionexasperation, fineand a bit of pique hed been feeling faded intosomething else.

He reached for the smallest Shard of Relief, and Foliana flicked him off the table.

Mine.

Foliana!

Imani knew that nothing would ever be the same. Not because Erin had worked wonders there.

Or rather, not just because shed done something crazy, dangerous, and magical.

The Wandering Inn would change, because, after Erin sent off the Shards of Relief, after she changed the world in her way, she wheeled herself back into the kitchen and went back to cooking.

Okay, this time, lets make them a lot softer. Less sharpness, morecandy. Can we do jello stuff? I think it should be blue. Blue fruits are our specialty! We need, likewhats jello made of?

Gelatin? We actually have some, Erin. You would not believe how we got a source, actually.

Imani watched as Erin poured a new base into a pot. Shed lost all her witchy-magic, so she was back to [Wondrous Fare].

That was enough. Erin poured a mana potion into the pot in lieu of water. Far less sugar, a bit of gelatinshe hummed as the guests calmed down outside.

~~ Sugar glass, sugar glass. Put a bit of mana in it and itll be done in a flash! And taste like

Mrsha and Bird waited for her to finish her song, but Erin hesitated. Numbtongue tried to say what rhymed with flash, but Lyonette covered his mouth.

Unfortunately, Mrsha figured it out. She was still rolling about and giggling silently as Erin tried to work the quickly cooling sugary glass into what she needed. This time, it was a lot less sharp. But she was trying to pour the cooling mixture into something other than a pan.

I needperfect circles! Spheres! But hollow! Is there a mold I could use or something? Tiny spheres! Im making candy!

Kevin raised one hand.

Take two half-circles and put them together. Theres gotta be something circular in the inn. Maybe just use shot glasses if you have to and, like, cut then glue them together. Any [Carpenter] can make a tray.

Erin pointed at him.

Kevin, youre a genius.

Um. No, its sorta basic shapes. But thanks.

It took Erin nearly an hour in the kitchen. In truth, she took that long because the first batch wasnt enough, and she made copious mistakes. But small ones, like overheating her mix, then figuring out how to extract the hardened, resinous candy without breaking them or the shot glasses into pieces.

Erin decided she needed to order custom molds like Kevin said, but got the second batch to work with a bit of oil coating the glass so she could pop it out when the mix was done.

Then she had two semi-transparent light cyan semi-spheres which she could glue together, carefully, carefully. Erin muttered as she put the last of barely ten candies on the table.

Okay, I need to put them together, seal themwith a bit of heatand then bore a hole and fill them up. Each. Wow, this is too much work. I quit! Im out!

Exasperated, she tried to wheel away, but Mrsha tugged her back. Erin grumbled.

Fine. How about some blueberries? Also, I need Sages Grass and, umwhat else is magical? You know what, blue juice and Sages Grass might do. Its not going to be the biggest thing ever, right? Get me more mana potion andyou know, it needs something else.

Dreamleaf extract? Ive got

Palt, I will stab you! How about some honey?

Even then, the filled circular candies were missing something. A bit of the razzle-dazzle. Erin thought they were fairly magical, but even if they were far less involved than the Shards of Reliefshe pursed her lips.

Its not magic-y enough. Octavia? How do you make something super-magical? Pisces? Ceria?

Three of her friends looked up, and each replied with a different answer.

Kill something even more magical and use its parts. Or soak it in magical bases for months.

Uhput it in the center of a magical leyline of some kind? Or a small focusing ritual?

Bury it in a graveyard for a century?

Erin looked at the three and pointed a finger.

Ceria. Cerias our person. Pisces too, sort of. Even Octavia.

Yay, me.

The [Innkeeper] pointed at her [Garden of Sanctuary].

What well do iswell bury these in a little jar. Theyll stay good, especially if its airtight. We just bury it around the Sages Grass and pull it out after a few days or a week or more. And tada, more magic! But these will probably do as prototypes. Wanna taste?

She offered them around, and since they looked decent and nothing had gone boom this time, her guests all took one and thoughtfully chewed or bit it in half.

They were sweet pieces of sugar glass that had a bit more give than pure glass thanks to the gelatin. And if you decided you didnt want to wait for them to dissolve, youd get a burst of honey and blue juice in the center.

Delightfully sweet. Ceria put three in her mouth and got the ire of everyone else because that meant only seven were left. Mrsha sucked on hers happily. Yep, this was pretty good! Then she frowned and produced her wand. She made a big ball of [Light] appear.

Mrsha! Thats wonderful! Did Gire teach you that?

Mrsha nodded absently. She felt her hair lifting on end and then glanced at Erin. The [Innkeeper] waited.

Well? Do you feel mana-full?

Its likea weak, weak, weak mana potion.

Octavia chewed on hers thoughtfully. Erin beamed and clapped her hands together.

Yes, exactly! I call itmana balls! No, mana orbs! Orbs of mana! Manamagic

Mana Candies?

Palt removed one from his mouth and decided this was the best mana potion hed ever eaten. The regular mana potions? Sometimes he did think if he kicked up a ball of dirt and added it to the mana potion it would taste better.

Erin agreed. She explained to her test group the theory behind her Mana Candies.

So what you do is you eat it. And itll slowly release mana, hence the shell. And inside is, like, more mana concentrated. I think kidsll love it and [Mages] too. Best of all, its not the hardest thing to make, and I dont need to gather stuff like for the Shards of Relief. What do you think, Bezale?

Erin tried to include the Minotauress into the discussion since Montressa was gone and Bezale looked left out. That turned out to be a mistake. The [Spellscribe] folded her arms.

So it works exactly like a mana potion? Except its less potent, you have to wait a bit for them to fill you, and theyll go bad unlike mana potions, which last a long time if the bottles are sealed.

The reproachful look Erin gave Bezale made the Minotauress relent a bit.

But they taste sweet.

Yep. Not like thats cool or anything. Not like I just made some lovely candies that anyone can eat. I dont see anyone else selling candy. See if I make you a candy cane come Christmas. I could even do cool shapes, but too bad its only slightly magical.

Erin sulked as Mrsha patted her on the hand and glared at Bezale. The Minotauress closed her eyes.

Im sorry I dont enjoy sweet things that much. Will they have more effects if you bury them in the ground for a while?

The [Innkeeper] sighed.

Nah, probably not. Theyll just restore more mana. Theyre really just treats and stuff. I think itll sell? Its a Wandering Inn-exclusive, though! Imani cant make these without [Wondrous Fare].

Oh no, whatever will we do, dear? Shes running us out of business.

Palt hugged Imani dramatically and planted a kiss on her head. Erin rolled her eyes, but everyone was chuckling in relief. Erin nodded as she noted the recipe down.

Just ordinary mana candy restoratives. But you probably dont get mana burn from these.

Ceria slowly stopped chewing on her huge mouthful of candy. She narrowed her eyes. What, as in the conundrum of all [Mages] when you drank so many mana potions you were incapable of replenishing your magic without poisoning yourself? Bezale froze and turned back to Erin.

go on.

The Wandering Inn was filled with cheers when Erin Solstice came out with the mana candies. Lyonette went around the tables, telling everyone that theyd be a regular on the menu in a weekand theyd keep for another week!

Maybe they wouldnt be an adventurers new standby, especially since they would grow stale, but they were useful and the first of new magical foods. The Wandering Inn was back!

Erin Solstice was back, and people were marking her name down. Not in the same category as the Titan of Baleros, but if there was a map for people, not places, hers was on it. And The Wandering Inn got its own spot on regular maps.

Individuals in Izril and elsewhere that had never bothered to look into a few coincidences sat up and marked her name. They looked into her background and began factoring her into their plans. As an obstacle or ally. She could be either, and if she were an enemywell, at least it was proven that she had a weakness to being shot.

Which, to be fair, was most peoples. However, the proof of this was in none other than the man who greeted Erin Solstice in front of all the tables hed helped serve with Ishkr. He looked like a performer, an [Actor], and a [Waiter] all crossed together.

Erinthis is

The [Innkeeper] had been cooking all day, so shed barely left the kitchen. She blinked as the man offered her a bow.

No way. Are you an [Innkeeper]? Like Timbor? Yourehigh-level.

Miss Erin Solstice, my name is Barnethei, and I must apologize for the subterfuge earlier. I came to Liscor last week and did a tour of the city. My inn is The Adventurers Haven in the north. I wonder if Liscor has heard of it?

Erins brows shot together. The Adventurers Haven? It sounded so

Erin, thats the most famous inn in Izril! Its up north, close to First Landing! This is

The highest-level [Innkeeper] in Izril. Or was he? Erin felt a similar level ofintensity from him. She felt he could do amazing things, and certainly, he could make dishes levitate, and she suspected that was only a drop in the bucket of his talents.

Yet he wasnt more than her. In fact, Barnethei gave Erin a deep bow.

Im afraid your [Princess] is mistaken, Innkeeper Solstice.

Lyonette started and looked around hurriedly.

Im not a

Mrsha, Numbtongue, and half the guests rolled their eyes. Yes, yes. Skip that part, would you?

The other [Innkeeper] nodded to Erin.

I should be clear. I am a Level 41 [Vice Innkeeper]. I was sent here to see The Wandering Inn, and I am glad I did. It may be slightly understaffedbut I can see how it earned its reputation. I will report back to my boss.

Your boss?

His eyes shone, and the [Innkeeper] nodded.

I am her second-in-command. The Adventurers Haven is a large establishment. The highest-level [Innkeeper] on Izril is over Level 50. She was an adventurer of some acclaim back in the day. I was sent here to see Liscors finest. She will see you soon, Erin Solstice.

He took a bow, and Erin Solstice saw him smile like a challenge. Competition? Lyonette looked at Ishkr and Numbtongue and Mrsha, and the Gnoll girl folded her arms.

Well then. Bring it on. Erin Solstice stopped Mrsha from offering Barnethei fisticuffs. She smiled uncomprehendingly.

Idlike to meet her. Is she going on vacation or something? Were sort of far from First Landing, even by magic door.

For answer, the [Vice Innkeeper] just smiled widely.

Not to worry. Well come to you soon enough. Its been a long time since The Adventurers Haven has gone farbut our inn moves.

He saluted her and stepped out the door as Erin Solstices jaw dropped.

Authors Note: I hope you found this chapter salutary. I feel a bitdiscombobulated. Which, I know, is not encouraging for the start of my writing month.

But in fairness, I just finished a 46,000 chapter for The Last Tide Pt. 2. And that was a fight. I actually took my break to recharge since it was so hard and I realized it wasnt just burnout or fatiguesometimes chapters are hard to write.

I had to go back to my roots, and outline heavily. Plan aheadI think I had at least 7,000 words in my outline or more. I think it wasnt bad what I got out, but big chapters are hard.

This one was more spontaneous, but I have been planning ahead for Volume 9, and so parts are pre-written. I know the scene. For instance, in this chapter I had actual parts of dialogue written around Erin making the Shards of Relief and mana candies. I knew that the Vampires were coming to Liscor, so I added that with no pre-written notes.

Planning is hard. Keeping secrets is hard. But you know what isnt hard? Joining the sweepstakes for free merchandise. If you didnt see the hugeobviouspicture at the top of the page, what were you doing? Hit the link, take a look, and join in! Ill let you know more, but Im excited to announce it.

Thats all from me for now. Thanks for reading, check out the giveaway, and vote in the Patreon poll! It should be up right with this chapter. See you next time! Hopefully no chipmunks. Did I tell you it came back? Pro tip for rodents: dont hide in the dryer. It wassad. That particular chipmunk will not be coming back.

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