Book 9: Chapter 5: NPR

Book 9: Chapter 5: NPR

It might be difficult, even for someone who knew him, to spot the difference at first. The clues were all there, but you know how he lied. He lied in words, actions, and even to himself. Perhaps he was more lie than man, now.

So, yes, given the circumstances, it was entirely forgivable not to see the changes in him. An absence when he might normally interject witty observations into conversation like one interjected air into veins. A hesitation that was more visible the longer you noticed old habits that didnt resurface.

Perhaps their recent experiences had changed him for the better. That was another reasonable conclusion, until you saw a shadow hanging on his shoulder even in the daytime. The things unsaid.

The entire past might be better if he had been more honest with his feelings. Unlike anything else that had happened to him, though, this was the hardest thing to talk about. But he had to talkor go mad.

It was better that it had been him.

That was Pisces conclusion at the end of it. Not that any of it had been good, except the death of a few monsters calling themselves men.

But better it was me than the other three. Ceria, Yvlon, Ksmvrespecially Ksmvr. The Antinium would not have deserved it. No one did, but Ksmvr was a child.

YvlonYvlon would have died. Not because she was any less tough or enduring, but because she did not suffer fools nor travesty.

And Ceria? Pisces thought she might have survived it, just like him. Even so, he would have given that role to no one else.

Of course not. It was he, after all, who had proposed going to the Village of the Dead for the Helm of Fire and begun this entire debacle. He was only grateful that the other three had not suffered worse.

Ksmvr had fought his way out of an arena and led a rebellion. So had Yvlon, to an extent, and Ceria had navigated the deadliest nation of [Pirates] above landand fought an Adult Creler.

They had all gone through a lot. He still dreamed, sometimes, that this was all an illusion. Then he woke up with the collar on his neck and the Emir Riqre was staring down at him. And before he tumbled out of his bed, thrashing and shouting, then grateful for the [Silence] spells, Pisces felt just a moment of relief.

For it meant Cawe wasnt dead.

Then he looked at the ceiling of The Wandering Inn and felt the comfortable sheets, the safe place where Erin Solstice was alive around him, and the guilt and relief redoubled. And Pisces Jealnet, as he sat, eyes red for lack of sleep but unwilling to rest, swore to himself again that today would be the day.

He hoped it would. But he was also afraid of just saying it. Howpathetic was that? Yet, day by day he waited, and Erin Solstice recovered from her death. And he told himself he wouldnt wait for her to ask but tell her all hed seen.

Fifteen days, now.

Pisces comment over breakfast was casual, but the rest of the three adventurers sitting at his table reacted. Ceria took a huge bite of yesterdays soup and talked as she chewed.

Fifteen? Dead gods, it feels shorter. Doesnt it feel shorter? Erins been back from the dead fifteen days.

And she still cannot walk. Her recovery rate is substantially less than an Antinium Worker or Soldier.

Ksmvr observed as Yvlon tossed a napkin roll at Ceria. Pisces watched as a young woman in a wheelchair slowed to glower mock-angrily at Ksmvr.

Hey! I heard that! Youre supposed to whisper insults, Ksmvr.

But how would you hear them? Also, that is not an insult, Miss Erin. Merely an observation.

Yeah, but its rude. Havent the Horns taught you any tact yet?

Ksmvr looked at Pisces, Yvlon, and Ceria.

No.

Erin eyed the other three. She nodded slowly.

Yeah, thats fair. Maybe you should intern with Griffon Hunt or something. Carry on.

She rolled on her way to breakfast, and Yvlon snorted.

Griffon Hunt? Between them and the Halfseekers or Silver Swords, I suppose that makes the most sense to Erin, but honestlyHalrac? Not tactful, just irritable. Ulrien was in his way, but Revi? Typhenous is tactful.

This was the perfect moment for Pisces to interject a comment about Revis tact still exceeding Yvlons fist in your gut. Or some other pithy comment. He thought about it, but again

It wasnt that he didnt want to say it or he was trying to be nice. It was justin the milliseconds of time where he could have said that and gotten an elbow and irate look, Pisces didnt. And so Ceria slipped in a comment with a grin.

Typhenous is a snake, Yvlon. Hes smoothnot tactful. Half the time, he just makes fun of you without you knowing. And all three are still better than us.

Better than you three, maybe. I can be tactful, Ceria.

Yes, and a bear can dance. Name one time you were tactful.

Inwe were separated, so you didnt see me, Ceria.

Okay. How tactful were you when the Silver Killer of Izril was punching her way out of Nerrhavias Fallen? They said you left five hundred dead on the first day.

Who saysI did not. I told you, it was all exaggeration. It was probably Rexel, or Leprel. My teammates in the arena.

Yvlon reddened, and Ceria cackled.

No one, actually. But isnt it a great rumor?

Yvlons severe look didnt deter the half-Elf one bit.

If I were you, Id stop after the Order of Solstice incident.

Ceria waved this off cheerfully.

Whats the worst that could happen, Yvlon? And before you answerwhats the worst that could happen to us? But lets just settle one thing: you cant pretend youre the odd one out every time we get called crazy or tactless. You can be tactful, you just never are. A Hollowstone Deceiver changes his shell only once a year.

Ooh. I appreciate this local proverb, Ceria. Let me try. Jexishe the Friendly Creler still murders tens of thousands every year. Do not trust her.

Pisces blinked. Ceria tilted her head, and her eyes lit up as Yvlon rolled her eyes.

Ksmvr

Jexishe the what, Ksmvr? Someones got a pet Creler?

Ksmvr glanced about and lowered his voice and mandibles conspiratorially.

No, Ceria, Pisces. Yvlon tells me this is wrong, but I have asked Bird, and he swears it is true. There is a friendly Creler who served with the Forgotten Wing Company.

Ksmvr

Yvlon put her head in her hands as Ceria began cackling with laughter again. Pisces lips twitched, but Ksmvr was adamant.

I asked Yellow Splatters and Mrsha, and both told me they had heard the same story.

Because Bird is a liar. And so is Mrsha!

The argument attracted a betrayed look from a passing Gnoll. Mrsha sniffed and looked ready to burst into tears. Then, at Yvlons long stare, she shrugged and padded off. Fair.

It was such a convivial moment that Pisces was enjoying it. Orhis smile faded. Was he trying too hard to enjoy it? Was he aware he should enjoy it?

Was this even funny? When you got to it, what a waste it was to tell silly stories like this. Howmundane. How wasteful.

Was Merr alive? Eloque, Qshom, Bearig, and the others? What was he doing here? Pisces turned his head, and sitting across from him not a table away, banging her spoon on the table with Mrsha as a harried Lyonette headed out of the kitchen, scolding both, was Erin Solstice.

She was so close that Pisces could get up, sit down, and tell her right then and there that he had been a [Slave]. That he had met a monster named Riqre and seen worse than what Crelers did. That he had left his friends and, perhaps, part of himself behind on Chandrar.

But he didnt. Pisces stared at the back of Erins head. Now was not the time.

After breakfast. She should eat, and besides, Mrsha was there. He needed a private moment.

Pisces? [Mental Clarity] to Pisces.

Ceria snapped her fingers in front of Pisces, and he jerked. His head snapped back, and he had his hands on the table before he relaxed.

His old friend gave him an amused glance.

Save that for later. Are you doing anything before 2?

Two

Pisces brow furrowed. Ordinarily, he would have pretended he knew what was going on. This time, Ceria just sighed.

Two. As in, two in the afternoon when we go to Invrisils Adventurers Guild, to talk about the loot from the Village of the Dead?

Oh.

Ksmvr happily chipped in.

Your attendance is mandatory. Please do not be late. Until then, I shall be touring Invrisil for gifts.

Gifts? Ill go with you if youre shopping. You still might run into people who panic at the sight of an Antinium, Ksmvr. But why do you need gifts?

Yvlon seemed surprised. Ksmvr sighed.

It has escaped my knowledge, and I did not have time to do so anyways, but apparently one brings gifts from their travels abroad. Bird and Mrsha have suggested I purchase gifts as amenities in Invrisil. Snacks. Do you have any recommendations?

Yvlons head slowly rotated, and a little Gnoll girl hunched her shoulders at the table opposite theirs.

Oh, we can certainly discuss the issue, Ksmvr. But some shopping will be a good way to pass the time. I dont relish arguing over our loot. The teams want what we picked up. So whats the plan, Ceria?

The half-Elf scratched at her head as Pisces turned to her. He had the spellbook hed recovered upstairs, and he worked on it every day. Ceria hadnt mentioned where the circlet had gone, and as for Yvlon, she had the two rings that had yet to be worn and a pair of scrolls. Ksmvr had left his sword back on Chandrar.

Pisces was understandably worried all the treasure theyd taken might be in danger, but Ceria didnt look too concerned.

We cant avoid them forever, Yvlon. We did nearly die, so our claim is strong, and theres gear from the rest of the raid to divide as well. Treasure-division is a huge game of politics and backstabbing. Ill speak to some of the other team leaders. Besides, Prince Zenol is far removed from hereI think well be as equitable as possible.

Well, Elia Arcsingers representative has been claiming her team is owed a big share. Everyone wants the Helm of Fire, and I dont know if were going to get it. Pisces, how badly do we need it? Pisces?

Once again, it went back to Chandrar. Pisces started and looked at Yvlon.

Iit would be exceptionally unfortunate if we didnt get it, Yvlon. Promises were made.

But Erins alive. Sowhats the reward from your client worth?

Pisces bit his tongue. Whats it worth? Not being slain and reanimated as corpses. He hadnt told them it was the Necromancer hed contacted.

Pretend. Pisces steepled his fingers, sniffed self-consciously, and remembered how much Eloque and the others laughed at that. His team just waited as he chose his words, pretending to look less concerned than he was. Which was still very concerned, but to his friends, it would look like he was playing it casual when he really was concerned.

Lies within lies. His specialty.

Iwould consider it a rich patron who might be displeased in more than words if we were to renege. I will ask about the fee being waived but

Azkerash might be unhappy. Then again, he alternated between a cold, admonishing voice, speaking as if Pisces were an insect on the path to true Necromancy towell, what Pisces had thought he might be like, the wise Archmage of Death.

At any rate, Ceria nodded seriously.

That might actually help if we claim it was promised. Alright, break, team. Pisces, you can join us

I may stay here.

Pisces turned back to Erin as the rest of his team split up. Now. Perfect. It might not be long enough to say the entire story, but Erin had finished eating a breakfast burrito and was chatting with Mrsha, Lyonette, and Numbtongue.

Erin, may I request a moment of your time?

The [Innkeeper] didnt turn around. She wheeled over to the kitchen, ignoring Pisces. Becausehe hadnt said the words out loud.

Theyd caught in his mouth. He hesitated, and then it was too late, again.

Alright! Look out, kitchen, here I come! You might think you won yesterday, but today, Ill take you down! Are you ready for battle, Lyonette?

Erin, were making doughnuts.

Erin waved a finger at Lyonette. She glanced at Pisces as Mrsha offered to be a [Taste Tester].

Nah, nah. Were making Spider Succulents. Remember? My new creation?

Spider what now?

Ceria paused with one hand on the doorknob, and so did Ksmvr. Yvlon grimaced, but Erin waved her hands.

No, its not bugs this time! Its this dough ball were gonna fill with custard and coat in chocolate or something nice and make teeny little legs! Im thinking jerky. So theyll look like spiders, see!

And this is meant to be appetizing?

Yvlon was appalled as she said what most people were thinking. Erin just grinned.

Well, its unique! I heard a lot of guests like the bug-vibe, not just the Antinium. So why not lean into it? But thatll be on our menus tonight. Something not even Imani can copy!

I can copy it. But I wont.

Imani put on her own apron as she headed for the door for her own job. Erin shook her head at Imanis back.

Thats the mundane dish. Were also perfectinga bisque. I mean, a magical one. Hows that, Imani?

The [Chef] turned in the doorway.

Whats magic about the bisque?

The [Innkeeper] scratched at her head.

Well, yknow my Scaleguard Sandwich? , copyright, cant steal?

Yes

Im making the muscle-version of it. Itll have, uhvenison. And bone. And other stuff! Were nailing down the ingredients, but itll be in my magical lineup! Scaleguard Sandwich and, umBulkup Bisque! I already came up with the name. I was gonna go Beefcake Bisque, but theres no actual beefcake in there. And Mrsha kept laughing.

Erin beamed around, and Pisces felt the vague need to applaud.

He did not. However, it was clear that Erin was actually developing her inns menu. She was turning towards the kitchen, and he had missed his opportunity to talk to her.

Pisces, you wanna taste-test my stuff?

The [Necromancer] froze halfway up the stairs. He looked at Erin, and Numbtongue, sitting and pulling out his guitar, gave Pisces a warning shake of the head.

It could be an opportunitybut Pisces shook his head.

No. Perhaps another time, Erin?

He smiled, and Erin shrugged.

Your loss.

She wheeled away, and after fifteen seconds, Pisces kicked himself for not taking her offer. What was wrong with him?

Another day. He had more time. HedPisces went back upstairs and read from his spellbook as he composed a message to Azkerash. He had things to do.

It was justif you went back over that conversation, if you were listening to Pisces alone, and you knew to look

Youd realize that over breakfast, with his friends, not once did he sass anyone. Something was wrong, and the person who realized it most was Pisces.

Survivors guilt was an odd thing. No. Forget that. Guilt was an odd thing. After the dust had settledwondering what youd done wrong, how you could have changed things. Regretting everything

It was tough. Even if you were thousands of years old, it was difficult. Oh, perhaps you stopped caring about certain people. ButRyoka Griffin suspected that you cared about some people nonetheless. And when they died, it was the same.

In the days after war, the ghosts returning to Izril and the tricks of the Faerie King, after a single soul was brought back to lifethen two, one Human, one Dragonafter betrayal and killing Fithea and telling the immortals of Ailendamus everything, there was only one question on no ones mind:

Whatever had happened to Ryoka Griffin?

And did anyone care?

No, no, that was harsh. Tyrion Veltras cared. Her friends cared, but Ryoka Griffin was the Wind Runner of Reizmelt. Aside from being generally unscryable, people were used to her popping out of nowhere, being chased by something new.

A few notes in the Mage and Runners Guilds for reports of her were all the lengths Erin and others had gone to right now. They might well suspect Ryoka was torn up from betraying Eldavin and the actions of the Ailendamus warstill ongoing, by the way.

Ryoka had done a lot of thinking. Some crying, but healthy crying. She had looked at her mistakes, and shed made a lot of old ones and some new ones. Sheregretted a lot of things, even if some of the events couldnt have been predicted, like Fitheas betrayal.

She hoped she would learn and feared that she was doomed to keep never changing. And wasnt that the worst thing of all, to never grow?

However, Ryoka Griffin raised her head and decided she had made peace with her actions. The manacles on her arms and legs clinked as she tried to get comfortable.

Yep. The prison cell never got more homey no matter how many hours she was in it.

A real prison cell, by the way. Ryoka had sort of hoped for a house arrest, but Ailendamus had a dungeon, and theyd tossed her into it.

A sliver of light from a window far too small for anything but air to pass through. Moldy bricks, and rats?

There was one every hour. Roaches too, giant ones. And other pests. The guards fed Ryoka halfway decent food, probably from the banquet hall, but Ryoka had found maggots in the food twice.

She wasnt sure if the torture would come after that or this was the torture. Nor was Ryoka exactly panicking.

Notexactly.

Okay, it was bad. And in any other circumstance, like Valeterisas mansion or a Walled Citys jail, Ryoka would have been seriously worried about her wellbeing, let alone freedom. However, this prison had some, ah, nuance to it.

For instance, Ryoka was pretty sure she was the only important prisoner-of-state in the cells. She didnt base that on her cellmates.

No, no! Not the rack! Not the

A screaming man, half-naked, flailing with spittle, was being dragged out of his cell by two burly figures in black hoods. He had blood on his fingers, and he looked like he was twisting the bones out of his body to get free.

The other prisoners that Ryoka could see looked no better. One hadnt moved for two days, and black flies were ominously flying around the body. Another was a whimpering pile of bloody rags.

As for the captorsRyoka thought they were the archetype of unthinking brutes. The only thing she saw in their eyes was boredomor malice. Their clothes were black but still stained with liquid, and the entire prison complex was often filled with moaning or distant screams.

It smelled just fine. Sort of musty, and there was the faint hint of magical sage, that tingling in the nostrils that signaled magic. Ohand the brutes who kept dragging prisoners out for torture werent Ryokas guards.

They were actually Dame Chorisa and another [Knight] of the Thirsting Veil. Ryoka saw the two bringing her food, and they were the only ones standing guard at the entrance to the dungeon. They looked disturbed by the screaming, or hadnow, Ryoka thought theyd brought earplugs.

Which was a bad idea for guards for a cell of Ailendamus worst prisoners. If this were an actual prison.

Ryoka had her doubts. The lack of smell despite the streaks of color on the walls was one clue.

Another was that each time the brutish thugs took out a prisoner, it was a different person. And critically, they never seemed to put anyone back in the dungeon. Which might indicate the dungeons tortures were horrible and final, but Ryoka had other, subtler clues.

Like the roach about four feet long that skittered past her cell door. Yes, it was disgustingbut it was also just a bit too big. Dungeons had pests, but lice would disturb Ryoka more than a giant roach that even the jailors wouldnt tolerate.

Also, the rat that kept appearing was the same one. It would run about, squeaking, in the exact same pattern and then disappear in a hole in the walls. It ran through the piece of apple Ryoka had tossed into its path as if it wasnt there.

The chains were real. The dungeon was fake. The visitors were also real, and Ryoka was expecting Visophecin. Or Itorin. Or Oesca or her mother or a number of people soon.

But it wouldnt be a dungeon without torture. And the person who had imprisoned her, who had ordered Ryoka thrown into the dungeon, Duke Rhisveri, was a depraved tyrant. He had thought up some clever tortures despite what Ryoka suspected was an injunction on physical harm by the other immortals.

It was beginning again. Ryoka saw two helmeted heads peeking into the prison. With sympathy? Or were they just watching?

Her captors could not stop what came next. The prison dimmed, and the world turned so dark the only thing visible was that bar of light from the window. And thenonce again, it happened.

A figure rose from the ground. It looked likea miniature Ryoka Griffin. She stood there like a little figurine, twice the size of a Fraerling, so one foot tall, barefoot, with the cloth strips bound to her feet, bouncing on her toes, wearing loose running clothing. She even had two missing fingers.

Ryoka stared at the image of herself, and then a series of flowing lines, deep green, appeared in the dark air above the miniature figure.

You are standing in a dark room in the Adventurers Guild of Tisekn. The windows are closed. Dust lines the floor. There are a few objects on the counter, but they are impossible to make out.

Excuse me, can you turn on the light?

A woman calls out. She is silhouetted in the doorway. You can hear lively chatter from beyond. A lantern sits on a table with a little Wand of Sparks.

>> What do you do?

It was really, truly amazing. No, she hadnt told anyone about this particular bit of flavor from her world. Someone had just come up with it himself.

Ryoka sighed.

I turn on the light.

>> Ryoka Griffin is not intelligent enough to turn on a lantern without specific instructions.

Go fuck yourself.

>> Ryoka Griffin is not capable of that action. No one else is interested.

I pick up the Wand of Sparks, then.

Instantly, the little figure of Ryoka Griffin went over and picked up the wand. Ryoka sighed.

I use the Wand of Sparks on the lantern.

Mini Ryoka Griffin pointed the wand at the lantern. A shower of sparks lit the wick, and a glow enveloped what looked like a fairly interesting room full of items to pick up and the figure in the doorway.

I pick up the lantern.

Mini Ryoka went to pick up the lantern. Then she knocked it over.

The real Ryoka sighed as the lantern shattered on the table. Instantly, the merry sounds in the distance died down and a woman shrieked.

Its a fire! Put it out!

I stomp on the fire.

The miniature Ryoka began to stomp, but the flames just spread around the stompsin fact, the sparks and embers began to light up the rest of the room from her motions.

Oh, come on. Thats not how it works. Iput out the flames with my wind. Hello? I can do that. I suck out the air from the room. Itoo late now.

The entire room was a bonfire. The woman in the doorway screamed as the fire enveloped her, and Ryoka saw more words writing themselves in the air as the miniature Ryoka was engulfed too.

The fire consumes the entire building. The kindly Guildmistress is set ablaze. She dies horribly. You are burning, and the guild is being evacuated.

Eight people are dead. They all burned to death. You miraculously survive because of course you do, but eight innocent people are immolated beyond recognition. Another man is crippled for life.

The Guildmistress was pregnant.

Oh, come on.

The next image cuts to a funeral. The figures were lining up, sobbing and throwing themselves at a line of coffins, when Ryoka twisted in her chains enough to face the other way. She ignored the text screen.

Unfortunately, that wasnt the end of it. It never was. Ryoka was debating humming loudly when the miniature funeral suddenly vanished and the air cleared.

She turned her head, and to her reliefthere stood Viscount Visophecin. The Lucifen looked mildly amused by her expression, but he leaned slightly against the cell wall, waiting for her to untangle herself from the chains.

As always, no one had seen him come in.

I presume I have not interrupted anything?

No. Not unless you count the worlds first text-based adventure.

He raised his brows, and Ryoka sighed.

Itsactually, I can explain right now. How many hours do you have?

The Lucifen clicked his tongue and drew in the air. Ryoka saw a magical timepiece appear, and he studied the hands.

Pressing little, I fear. I wished to see you and inquire as to yourhealth?

Ryoka tried to shrug and smile.

Good. I guess. Am I, uh, going to get out today?

We are continuing to press the issue. I wished to tell you that Lord Tyrion Veltras continues to maintain his presence along the border. He will not relent until you are freed.

Visophecin raised his voice slightly, although it was still as calm as ever. Ryoka and the Lucifen waited, but nothing happened.

Whatwas that display?

After a second, the Lucifen lowered his voice. Ryoka raised her brows.

I told you, it gets weird when no ones around.

I see. I believed it wasdifferent.

Both he and Ryoka fell silent for a moment, because it was just odd. The person maintaining all the illusions never responded to the criticisms. Nor did he show himself, but Ryoka had to believe he was watching. The things she saw were sometimes on autopilot, but some were so inventive a mind had to be coming up with them, if not actively watching her.

Perhaps we should continue our discussions of what you call the Lands of the Fae. Or, if you prefer, I have more news from around the world. Of notethe Gnoll tribes who have left for Chandrar have finally been identified. What is your opinion on the future of

Visophecin was about to begin a thorough breakdown of Ryokas opinions on most recent events, which could be entertaining enough until it slipped into pure tedium. Ryoka doubted it was all purely to get her to spill valuable information.

He just liked to debate world events and politics, and he seldom got bored. Ryoka had made the mistake of trying to discuss different market-based concepts with him, and hed been so fascinated hed called in six Lucifen who took notes and debated for eight hours.

She had better things to do, like hang in place and stare at the wall. However, before the Lucifen could continue their discussion, the air darkened again.

Visophecin nearly dispelled the illusion, but thenfroze. He couldnt help it. His eyes opened wide, and Ryoka saw the most horrific thing yet appear.

Her jaw dropped as a giantserpentinesock puppet arose out of the flagstones. Then another puppet appeared, looking like her.

Two more appeared, a Griffin puppet and a withered tree-puppet. Ryokas stomach churned as the puppet of Fithea joined one of Rhisveri, Ryoka, and Gilaw.

Hells contracts. What is?

Visophecins words were drowned out by a bright, sunny voice from the Rhisveri-puppet.

What a lovely day it is! My kingdom is flourishing, and I want for nothing. In my generosity, I have allowed even a worthless thief certain privileges. Isnt that right, thief?

The Ryoka puppet nodded and opened what Ryoka thought was a too-big mouth, even for puppet standards.

Thats right! I am a worthless ingrate, but I am eternally grateful for your forbearance despite all the transgressions I have made. Speaking of whichgood day, Fithea!

Hello, Ryoka. What is that youre holding?

A flaming sword. I am going to kill you. Because whenever I appear, people die. I am a curse upon the world, ahahahaha!

A flaming sword began to burn the Dryads puppet. Visophecins mouth hung open as the Gilaw puppet croaked.

Mother. You have killed my mother.

The Rhisveri puppet nodded.

That is correct. What should I do with such a murderer?

The Ryoka puppet flung the sword away and pretended to look innocent as a chorus of Lucifen and Agelum and other immortal puppets appeared. They chorused as one, led by a suspiciously familiar Lucifen in a suit.

Let her go! We are brainless incompetents who trust a single mortal implicitly! It doesnt matter that she murdered the last Dryad in existence.

The growl interrupted the cheerful voicethen was replaced by Ryoka giggling in an unnatural voice.

Thats right! Im just a silly mortal, tee-hee! Its not my fault that I get everyone killed.

The Rhisveri-puppet nodded with a slack-jawed expression clearly meant to convey idiocy.

Well, I cannot argue with that. Youre free to go, Ryoka! In fact, let me give you some treasures from my personal vault. What will you do now?

The Ryoka-puppet appeared to think for a moment.

I think Ill visit the nearest orphanage and burn it down.

Oh? But there are none in Ailendamus due to our superior system of government.

Dont worry! There will be after I accidentally murder all the adults in the next town. Bye~!

She began to head off to the side as the other puppets ducked away. Ryoka thought that might be the end of it, and Visophecin clearly did, because he was turning to whisper to her.

What is?

Then he turned as an entire town popped up and a bunch of innocent townspeople meandered about as Ryoka cheerfully waved her sword at them.

Oh, and look! Heres my best friend, Cara, the treacherous Singer of Terandria with her hammer!

The Lucifens stare almost made Ryoka laugh. Almostbut she whispered back.

This could go on for an hour.

An hour?

It was almost funny. Almostand the other things the Wyrm was creating. Hed been doing it for two weeks, now.

Almost hilarious, because she didnt think she was going to die. And yetRyoka stared as her puppet began to accidentally decapitate people in the village with Cara wielding a giant hammer and beating the other puppets to death. While singing.

Bits of blood, gore, Ryoka professing how sad she was and none of it was her faultyes, it was pointed, and yes, it was stupid.

But she watched a little child-puppet leaning over another dead one.

Mother. Mother? Wake up. I dont want you to go.

It whispered, hugging the dead puppet-body. Maybe the rest of it was fake. Maybe this was all an act to get on her nerves or hurt her.

But the voice whispering behind the puppet-child was his. Two fake cloth hands reached down and shook the body, so gently. Then urgently. Then stopped, and a pair of fake, sewn eyes stared around vacantly at nothing at all.

And it soundedRyoka closed her eyes.

It was the best play shed ever seen, if it was acting.

I want an armada.

Whos going to pay for it?

Me. Ill damn well fund the ships myself if I have to. But we need an armada. We have forces abroad.

That you sent. This sounds like a problem you made.

Well, yes. And now its your problem. Sowhat are we going to do about it? We nearly lost to Jungle Tails. We need to restructure. Ohand I need two companies in Talenqual yesterday.

Niers Astoragon enjoyed his games of slow chess. He often practiced a laid-out schedule where he would teach his classes, keep the company running, and maintain order in the Forgotten Wing Companys vast domain.

Right now, he was a whirling dervish flinging out orders and requests, and the [Servants] and [Strategists] rushing past the breakfast table where he and Foliana were still debating were a symbol of how much was happening.

Foliana munched on an odd meal. It looked likesteel wool. Literal steel wool covered in honey. She spat some out.

Mm. I think Peclir Im lied to me.

You actually took him seriously when he said that was his favorite food?

Even Niers was distracted for a second. Foliana shrugged. She reached for a plate of spaghetti with, of all things, deadly amentus fruits squeezed into a cup.

Sometimes people tell the truth. I killed a Lizardwoman who ate mud. Just mud. From houses. Mm. Spaghetti.

She slurped down a few noodles and concentrated.

Still too far. Damn.

No Antinium on Baleros?

Niers asked half-sarcastically, but Foliana treated it like a real question.

If there are, they dont like spaghetti. Good to know. Or the Slayer liking this was a lie. Also good to know.

How do you learn these things? I have [Spy] reports, and I have never, ever, seen anything about what Klbkch the Slayer considers his favorite food.

For answer, Foliana just pulled something out of her bag of holding and laid it on the table.

My sources are better than yours, see?

The Titan had to stand up from his breakfast seat to get a look at the pamphlet of paper. He saw a fairly colorful titleFoliana paid for colora city surrounded by water, and a big #2 next to the name.

The Liscorian Gazette.

Below were subheadings listing the articles within as the catchy title and covers hadnt been perfected yet.

Containing: the Birds of Liscor, a column by Bird the Antinium. An exclusive interview with Senior Guardsman Klbkch by [Reporter] Drassi on hobbies, love life, and more! Your Top 10 worst monster encounters, ranked! And more!

(Chess Monthly now sold separately.)

The Titans mouth worked as he read through the magazine. He glanced up.

What love life?

It was a lie.

Even Three-Color Stalker was disappointed about that. But hey, it was definitely pushing sales. Niers sat back in his chair. After a moment, he resumed talking.

The Iron Vanguard will try to destroy them. So I want a fleet.

Got a better idea than watching them burn this time?

As a matter of factyes. Well beg, borrow, steal, or buy as many ships as we can.

Mm. And how is this my best [Strategist]?

Foliana fished some earwax out of her ear and flicked it at him. Niers smugly dodged it.

Because this time, Perorn is doing the hoofwork with our coin. Well ferry our troops from Baleros. Intrigued?

The giant Squirrel thought about it. She nodded at Niers and then gave him one of her long stares. Disconcerting, as all three colors ran together.

Are you sure youre well?

Niers Astoragon gave her a tight smile.

Im as well as I need to be. I learned some lessons in Izril, Foliana. Complacency is one of them. I want Jungle Tails dead. Slap a 10,000 gold bounty on anyone above [Captain] in rank. Clemency without questions for any [Soldiers] who turn over their superiors head. Now if youll excuse me, I have some Goblins to talk to. And my fellow Fraerlings.

He left her at the table. Foliana was still recuperating, and so theyd taken inspiration from The Wandering Inn. She refused to get on a floating pedestal, much less a Golem-carried chair or the other methods of transport elderly figures used.

However, Foliana would accept a wheelchair to which she had attached two pieces of plywood that spun around at wheel-level. It would kneecap everyone not standing clear of her.

The fact that she could even move around much less be an obnoxious hazard showed just how effective those Shards of Relief had been. Niers marched towards the open Fraer-ways as one of the servants placed a little ramp so he could climb up into the hidden tunnels throughout the academy.

Rich, bacoina-wood floors. Glass featured heavily in the Fraer-wayscarpets, not so much. Niers had imported some art, but since the Forgotten Wing Company didnt have a community so much as younger Fraerlings who signed up for a few years, it was a bit sparse.

Hanging Tallfolk art was impossible, and while some fancied themselves good enough to carve poems on grains of rice, the writing looked rough when you were Niers size.

No carpets. Lots of glass. Niers had long since known they looked more like an expensive tunnel system than a home. He nodded to a few young Fraerlings who greeted him with clear relief and excitement.

Lord Astoragon, its good to have you back. The representatives

Im on my way just after this next meeting. Isnt it Oiex? I hope you stayed out of trouble during the fighting.

The fighting. Niers slowed to talk to the younger Fraerling, who looked a bit older than the boy whod run away to see the outside world and come here.

A lot of the Tallfolk died. On our side, I mean, Lord Astoragon. Im glad we won. And thetraitorsTallguard Ekrn and Explorer Gindal got them, but I saw some of the fighting. I was backing up the security! I never thought Id fight other Fraerlings.

His look was uneasythat of someone who had always thought that while the other species could be dangerous or alluring, his people were just good. It was the face of someone realizing he might have to fight his own people.

Normal Fraerlings never considered that. Niers? He patted Oiex on the shoulder.

Thats a perspective I hope youll think ofbut its not something to obsess over or live by. Itll change you, inform you no matter where you go. Home or elsewhere.

Imight go home a bit, sir. Once this is all done. To see how it feels.

The young man hung his head, but Niers just smiled.

Everyone should visit home. I do it now and thentake a month or two off.

He wondered if hed ever see Oiex again as the Fraerling looked relieved. Niers took the time to talk to Oiex and the other Fraerlings, despite his urgent business.

He had to show himself in Elvallian again. Hed gone drinking in the bar and justtalkedall night long. Hed stayed on the same mug, only sipping it to wet his throat.

Well, you didnt exactly chug an Elixir of the Copper Tongue. Niers had filled the mug with that, knowing hed be talking, not having fun.

That was called, in [Strategist] terms, planning ahead. Foresightpreparationwhatever you wanted to call it, half of teaching new students was just getting them to think like that in all regards.

It was something Niers hadnt been doing of late. Hed been acting like a [Tactician] in parts, reacting. The Titan had reflected on his mistakes, and he would continue to do so.

For now? He was back, and what Niers Astoragon did when he was back was what Bird did for fun:

He lied. If he had the [Liar] class, Niers was probably pushing Level 50 by now. But he didnt need the classit was part of being a [Strategist].

Oiex? Niers hadnt gone home in forty years. It was something you said. Happening to go out for a drink on the town? Purely intentional, as was putting an aphid in the ears of anyone wanting to talk to him and vent or get reassurance.

Even the ground upon which he walked, the Fraer-ways, were a lie. As the Fraerlings who had come to the academy had discoveredthey had been designed to capture hostile forces if need be. Each section could be locked down by the top commanding officers. The glass wasnt a way for the Fraerlings to look out. It was a way for the Tallfolk to look in.

The lack of carpets was just because of how much of a pain they were to clean. Also, insects and rodents loved chewing on the damn stuff.

Busy, busy. Niers hurried down the Fraer-ways at a jog after meeting a few fellow Fraerlings. He had no end of work.

For instance, one of the things he did was call a meeting with the Selphids who formed his vanguard in battles. His [Immortals], his [Lineholders]; the fearless vanguard.

Even theyd been chewed up by Jungle Tails attack. Yet they greeted Niers with loud enough cheers.

Titan, you never disappoint. I was wondering if youd fly in on a bird at the end, but teleporting a Goblin army will do enough. Are we on deployment against Jungle Tails?

One of the [Diehard Warriors]a lower-level version of [Immortal]greeted Niers cheerfully. Someone had blasted part of her true body apart, but she was recovering.

He wondered if shed lost memory or some mobilityyet Selphids could regenerate given time. And the grin her Lizardfolk body gave him was big enough.

Eager on adding another dozen bodies to your collection?

The dry comment provoked uproarious laughter. These were veteranstheyd done their mourning already. When theyd sallied, they knew the risks. You laughed, here. Later, you continued talking it out.

Im sending four back home. One for each of my family. Aside from my sistershe married in. Lizardfolk.

Niers grinned as the Selphids tallied up one of the reasons they fought for himaccess to bodies. It was hard for regular Selphids to get good, fresh bodies, much less high-quality ones. Selphids in his army were awarded the battlefield dead in many cases. The Forgotten Wing company had agreements with some of their enemies, like the other great Companies, not to poach their dead, but Jungle Tails had no such protections. He nodded to the other [Mercenaries].

She can stuff hers, then. I just stopped by to congratulate you all. And Id say my hand slippedbut like Nagas, Im going to fill my bag of holding with all this worthless metal. Alright, bring it in.

He motioned, and one of his [Generals] marched into the room with an actual Chest of Holding and began tossing out bags of coin. The first Selphid who caught it opened it and eyed the gold and silver inside appreciatively.

The silver was there to make the bag feel hefty, but it was a sizable bonus. The Selphids cheered as Niers shouted.

Drinks are on you all for a month. This is just a token of my appreciation for staying when it got hot in the soup. I know it might be straightforward, but as Ive observed, nothing makes a Selphid happier than a cold body and a handful of gold.

They laughed harder at that. Niers didnt stay long, and in truthhe didnt think they needed him to.

It really was straightforward. You didnt need to lie to the career soldiers whod been with Forgotten Wing through thick or thin. Niers would spread the joy with the other soldiers later today, but he did make a point of doing it himself.

We reward your loyalty. Plain and simple.

Maelstroms Howling, the Centaur Great Company, was made up of almost every semi-nomadic Centaur clan. They vied for support, and it was more political, a point of pride that their leader, Fellstrider, had to juggle.

The Iron Vanguard were Dullahans, essentially, and loyalty was a huge factor in keeping their troops. Culturally, it was probably easier for the Seer of Steel. Both obviously had enticements, but Niers was straightforward.

It also meant hed lose the [Mercenaries] once they decided their time was up and they wanted to retire. Hed found Selphids were the most inclined to keep going, hence forming a vanguard with themthey didnt care about losing limbs, and they lived longer than Lizardfolk and Dullahans on average.

From that basis, that single idea, Niers had spent decades until the Forgotten Wing company was second in how many Selphids it employed in all of Baleros. They won him wars.

Still, he was reminded of another group that had fought for no pay at all. They had gone deep into enemy territory, and their daily allocation was food and each others company. You couldnt have bought that with gold, yet the Fellowship of the Inn had charged into armies where [Veterans] would have balked.

Antinium. Goblins. Oh, and a few others. But what a time.

Niers had entire spreadsheets of classes and soldiers under his command. He sometimes rotated them around so he had an entire unit of soldiers with a specific Skill like [Evasive Dodge], for instance.

But they were statistics to him. He cared, but even the rare classes were only assets.

The Fellowship of the Inn had beeninteresting. He remembered their names, like Infinitypear, Gothica, and their classes had just popped up like mushrooms.

Low-level children on a suicide mission. Nothing like it for levelling. Niers wondered how hed incorporate an Antinium battalion into his forces.

Sappers, probably. Id have hundreds of tunnels in key areas, and if an enemy army came, theyd just drop into a pit-trap. The Antinium never fight in regular combat, just kill monsters underground and then take out a support beam and clean up.

That was Olesms mistake, honestly. Niers had caught up on Hectval, and the young [Strategos] had gone into the grinder against Manus and won. However, hed treated his Antinium like an exotic set of infantry. True, theyd done amazingly well, but he wasnt creative enough.

Goblins, nowGoblins surprised you. Niers didnt have to think how hed employ them.

He could remember. Goblins would make semi-autonomous warbands who surprised their allies and enemies alike. There was nothing like telling a Goblin Chieftain to go wild and give them enough resources. Tulm the Mithrils head would split open from the chaos they caused, all without you having to do more than ship them healing potions.

Healing potions. Does anyone have a report on Eir Gel? What the hell happened to Hesheit, and why didnt Tulm deal with it?

Niers snapped into a speaking stone as he headed to his next destination. He got the report on the go and grunted.

Wonderful. I assume weve bought up all the Eir Gel we can find? Buy all the potions. I dont care how expensive it gets.

Tulm was probably already doing that. Niers sighed.

Were in trouble.

No healing potions meant more casualties. It meant companies were more afraid of losing troops. It also meant he was probably going to come out on top against his enemies.

Selphids, again. Less healing potion per wound and expendable bodies.

Thats what you get for being a one-species army. Eat Creler eggs, Tulm.

He smiled about that.

Right up until he met with the Fraerlings representing the cities and settlements who had come here. Emissary Vuul of Reiryul Crystalhome. Paeth on the Coastwell, theyd only left one Fraerling. Sentry Leader Ekrn and Guidance Heish had gone back to their city long ago. AndTorteth of Colors, which had been in the Dyed Lands.

What might be the last Fraerlings of that settlement were waiting for him. Explorer Gindal and the Fraerlings in his company.

All of them greeted the Titan quite civilly. Even the annoying Emissary. Niers had sent refreshments ahead, and they were eating the Tallfolks infinite larder. Yet they didnt seem intent on feasting. In fact, they were refreshingly straightforward.

Reiryul is considering withdrawing from our alliance with the Forgotten Wing Company. As is Yuite under Waters and Comost Lightdrenched.

Niers had been expecting it. Even sothat hurt. He took a deep breath.

Emissary Vuul, that is difficult news. Can I talk you out of it? I understand we have let you down.

Fraerlings have been under attack, Lord Astoragon. Cities you swore to protect. Oierdressql is gone. Hundreds of thousands of Fraerlings are dead. Paeth was nearly lost, and another city is being held hostage. They might all be deadat the very least, theyre captive to the Jungle Tails company. They would not be if your trusted advisor, this Peclir Im, didnt know where they were.

Vuul was an obnoxious man that Niers had met before. A puffed up city-Fraerling unlike Tallguard. Yet the horror in his voice, the disbelief?

That was earned. Niers head lowered.

Peclir had no idea where they were. I never gave out the locations. I swear to you all. That is no excuse, but I was not so lax. My guess is that he did have access to the shipments we sent. He traced our dropoffs. I am considering every city we have done business with for the last twenty years in danger. Regardless of any decisionmy forces will intercept and destroy any Tallfolk attempting to gain access to your locations.

The other representatives nodded. Vuul was mildly relieved, but he pointed at Paeths single Tallguard representative.

How do you intend on making amends for Oierdressql and Paeth?

I will be heading to Talenqual directly today. My soldiers are already moving to secure the region. If Paeth wishes to relocateI dont know how they managed to move their city. But we will ensure they are safe.

A Fraerling city in the open. The first in an age. Something to exciteif it hadnt come on calamitys heels. Yet even Niers felt a chill run down his entire body as one of the representatives of Comost whispered.

They opened their Last Box. I have heard tales that it is gone. Whatever you hear with your own ears, Lord Astoragonwe would like to know. Even if Comost isseparate from the Forgotten Wing company.

I will inform you all of what I learn. Howeverwould you accept two thousand Tallfolk soldiers in the region? One of my Chess Towers with a garrison?

He needed the Fraerling Cities, but they wanted to withdraw from their arrangement. They supplied magical artifacts beyond the quality of any other civilizationand the precious Signim.

Even a single city could only give away so much, and Niers stock was practically emptied. Yet each representative instantly balked at the offer.

Having Tallfolk near us is what destroyed Oierdressql, Titan. Not your soldiers or any others. If we are still hiddenwe will stay that way. We crave protection. Not discovery.

That was the conundrum of all Fraerlings. They would love a few Tallfolk to punch out jungle cats and destroy Creler nests and other threats. However, the Tallfolk were inherently untrustworthy or just susceptible to spies. Niers posting his forces in number was a beacon.

We understand the treachery was unavoidable, Lord Astoragon. Yet you must understandthis is for our cities good. Unless you have a better compromise, we will regretfully sever ties.

Give me a day or two to make a suitable counteroffer.

Folianas traps? Double the resources they were given? Niers didnt know, but even Vuul agreed to that. As for Gindalthe [Explorer] had been quiet in the opening, but Niers turned and gave him a respectful nod.

Explorer Gindal. Imsorry for your loss.

You had nothing to do with the Dyed Lands. Or if you didId be impressed.

The scarred Fraerling had a sense of humor. Niers smiled himself, but it was pained. Gindal had the crossbow that Ekrn had given him. He played with it, checking the mechanisms as he spoke.

Our home is gone. Or, if its alive, its been centuries. Not just Torteth of Colors; three other smaller Fraerling settlements vanished, and one more is on the outskirts of The Dyed Lands. Monsters are rampaging across the region, but Im told Homnel is safe.

The other Fraerlings fell silent. Another disaster for their species, yet The Dyed Lands sudden advance in time was concerning for the continent, the world. It was among the things Niers had on his list.

And there were so many. The Titan nodded.

What can I do for you, Gindal? I owe you greatly for protecting my company and stymying the traitors. If you want an escort to try to find Tortethor adventurers?

Gindal hesitated. His people looked at him as he put the crossbow down on the meeting table.

My assumption is Torteth is gone. Or, if theyre there, no one I know is alive. Not unless that time-shift event letno. Nor will I take my company into a death zone we dont know without precautions. Escort to Homnel will do. I understand the need for secrecy, but frankly, the monster reports weve heard are horrific. How many Tallfolk can you give us?

I can have six thousand and two Chess Towers on the move within an hour. If you would like, I will place them at the nearest town or road. A peacekeeping force.

That would be welcome. Thank you.

Niers turned to one of the Fraerlings in his company.

Maps. Gindal, where should they be headed? I will inform the commander and their second officer of the situation. No one else will know about the proximity of a Fraerling city.

Even he didnt know where Homnel was, but he did after Gindal indicated a location for Niers forces to rally. That was the thingyou could guess.

Like Reiryul or Paeth, there were locations away from Tallfolk that had a good proximity to natural resources or safety. That was how Peclir had wormed his way into finding Oierdressql.

Damn him. And damn Niers for not taking more precautions.

His fault. The older the Titan got, no, even after his adventures on Izril, the more he thought

How much of this was his fault?

Losing his leg in the High Passes was due to overconfidence. Wanting his adventure. Not meeting Erin Solstice was due to him putting it off, being complacent, distracted by romance.

He could have done so much. The Fraerlings who had died on Baleros were because he had been on Izril.

He hadnt even managed to make an impact in the final battle with the Gnolls and Drakes because Belavierr had thrown him back home. Justpulled him off the board.

Humiliating? Yes. Shameful? Absolutely.

But what struck Niers as he moved to his third appointment before he flew to Paeth was that he was remembered for his deeds.

Named Adventurer who conquered the Labyrinth of Souls. Founder of the Forgotten Wing Company. The [Strategist] who had pushed the King of Destruction back.

And so on. Yet Niers

His career was also founded upon his mistakes. He could never escape them.

Once, the Forgotten Wing Company had been known as the company that fielded the most Selphids outside of the Selphid-dedicated company. Even more than The Bodies of Fellden, by virtue of their sheer size.

Yet that wasnt what had outraged the world. It was also the fact that the Forgotten Wing Company had been the second-largest employer of that hated species. Had forged contracts and risen to Great Company by virtue, in part, with their alliance with that Goblin Lord.

Velan the Kind.

Once, they had Goblins.

Chieftain Shaik of the Ghostly Hand tribe wasnt that mad about being teleported a continent away.

That was Goblins for you. She landed on her feet. She wasnt even that mad about being transported into a battleground; her mushroom-laced arrows had destroyed every Lizardfolk clump around her troops and turned the battle into a rout.

She was grinning as her Goblins feasted on the generous provisions Niers kept sending to them. They were camped far from Elvallian; far enough that Niers needed to ride for nearly an hour to meet them.

So if we attack, they can vanish. Nevertheless, Niers had brought only a small bodyguard as a show of good faith, and he wanted this to go well.

Chieftain Shaik, my Skill to send you back hasnt recharged, and franklyI dont know when it will. Id also like Perorn to stay in Izril, but I want to hear you out first.

The Chieftain was sitting, petting her Shield Spiders, which crawled around her. Gross. However, she just shrugged as Niers sat on a pedestal at head-height.

No. We dont need to go back. Lomost left their homes. Drakes are stupid-mad. Home was gone already. Here? Baleros iswet. Lots of bugs. Different trees.

She poked at the soil and opened her mouth, as if tasting the humid climate. The Goblin Chieftain pointed at some concerned Goblins digging up soil andeating it? They spat it back out and grumbled as they carried little pots around.

[Growers] not sure if mushrooms grow bad here or super-good. We find out.

Can I purchase some mushrooms? And perhaps instructions on how to grow them?

Niers really, really wanted them. Shaik opened her mouth and laughed.

Can try. Mushrooms very hard. Even other Goblins cannot. Maybe you can? Sure, sure. How about one hundred thousand gold pieces per mushroom.

Do you want that in gold pieces or in other forms?

She stopped laughing and gazed at Niers deadpan expression. Then Shaik offered him a wry smile.

Scary small man of Baleros. I know you. Goblins know you. The smart Chieftains.

Im honored. In truth, Chieftain Shaik, I didnt come here just to assure you that we want a peaceful relationship or to purchase mushrooms. I realize youre far from home. Iminterested in offering you a mercenary contract with my company. Not all your Goblins, but your warriors and tribe in general. Well give you security, payment, and we have land you can settle in. What do you think?

Goblins liked straightforward offers, not dancing. Shaik blinked at Niers, and her eyes opened wide. One of Niers escorts murmured.

Lord Astoragon

He held up a hand. If Perorn were here, she would have already been trying to kick him. But she wasnt, and Foliana hadnt objected.

Niers played chess every day. One game in the mornings. Erin Solstice didnt always write more than a hi or good game, but hed thought about her question.

What do you think about Goblins?

He knew what hed thought in the past and how it had gone down. This timeone tribe like Shaiks was small enough. And she was not Goblin Lord materialyet. If she did become one, that would change things.

But one tribe? Especially one that produced the amazing alchemical regents? Erin hadnt asked him to help Shaik, if she even knew the tribe was here.

If she asked him, what would he say?

He was willing to toss down a hundred thousand gold in a heartbeat for the chance to get ethereal arrows for his forces. Erin had an inn. Did she want a new wing? Did she know hed offer?

Should he? Well, Perorn had definite ideas about pushing his influence.

This, though, wasnt about Erin. Okay, it wasnt just about Erin. Shaik mulled the question over seriously, without asking for time. She closed her eyes, hummed under her breath, and then opened them.

No.

Niers exhaled.

May I ask why?

Shaik gave Niers a brilliantly sharp smile. She patted a spiderling crawling through her hair. Niers eyed it. Was that a different spider than a Shield Spider? Yes, it had long legsa Spear Spider? The Goblins seemed like they were already trying to domesticate the local breeds. Shaik shrugged as she let the spider crawl onto one hand.

You too scary. Everyone knows the tiny man is actually a Titan. You say one thingbut if you say the other, who can stop you? Not my tribe.

I could give you a magical contract

No. Not just trust, Niers Astoragon.

Shaik let the spider crawl onto the ground where it began to play with the Shield Spiders. She gave Niers a long look.

You knew Velan.

His stomach sank. Niers slowly nodded, resting his hands on his knees.

I did. I allied with him, and I was a good-faith ally until the end.

Yes. Then you went to Izril and killed him. Fair. He was Goblin King. Goblin Kings are scary.

Shaik said that all seriously and looked at Niers. Her crimson eyes were different than any other species except maybe Fierresand only her irises were redbut they were still eyes. The corner of the Goblin Chieftains eyes pinched a bit, and Niers saw then how old she was, not just by Goblin standards, but just any standards.

She might be his age. She looked younger, but the Ghostly Hand chieftainfor all she was the daughter of the last onewas old. Old by leading, old in years. Old in the weariness of people who counted death in numbers, not by names.

I bear you no grudge, scary Titan. But you killed Velan. You saw him die. I want peace for my tribe. You are not peace. You are war. So, no.

And that wasnt something Niers could argue with. He slowly nodded.

Then we should discuss your exit and where you want to go. I can give you an escort or arrange an opening. Do you have a map of the region?

Shaik smiled gratefully, and he gave her a map to let her figure things out. She even let him have some mushrooms in exchange for an armys worth of supplies, which was putting it very cheaply in his eyes.

Good business, something for something, and so on. YetNiers wearily sat as he headed back to his academy.

The world still remembered Niers had been allies with Velan. They would never forget his mistakes, and neither would he.

Yet the Goblins remembered it too. They were afraid of him? The Titan put his head back as he stared up at the sky.

He had a feeling about the Antinium. He wanted to talk to Erin Solstice about itshe assured him they were people. She saw the same things in Goblins he had, and he wanted to talk to her. But perhaps he was wrong about Antinium. Wrong about her. A fool never learned from his mistakes, and all the mistakes hed made about trusting people, Peclir, Velan, the rest?

Im fine, Foliana. He really was. It was just busy. Just owning up to his mistakes. The Forgotten Wing Company would have less Fraerling allies, and the Fraer-ways had never been filled with his people as he imagined. He had forces on Izril, and wasnt that a big step?

But just onceNiers lips moved as he spoke, with no one there to hear him.

Just once. Id like to bet on the right thing.

Numbtongue had a huge problem. It was really eating him up. And that waswhy wasnt he levelling up more?

He was a Level 36 [Goblin Soulbard]. Thats right. He had leveled from his adventure to save Mrsha.

Once.

It was a huge problem for the Hobgoblin, and he felt like it deserved some attention from his brain. Everyone else had leveled, and yes, he was a Level 30+ [Bard], so asking for more levels was a lot, but it was a war. Surely he deserved two, maybe three levels?

But no. One. The Hobgoblin was sitting at his table, strumming the guitar as he relaxed in the pleasant inn.

And that was what it was. Pleasant. Good food, good peoplehe was happy again. He had feared he might never be happy again when Erin died. Now?

Now, joy was sticking a kick me note on Mrshas back and waiting for the little Gnoll to freak out. She kept doing it to people after Kevin showed her the trick, but the face of horror and betrayal as Bird lightly tapped her butt with one foot made Numbtongue laugh until he was nearly sick.

She punched his leg until he grabbed her and gave her a world-ending noogie. And Gnolls were all fur, so you could really mess up their hair.

Then he smiled. So yes, the levels were the only problem on his mind.

Unfortunately, he sort of knew what the problem was. Pyrite, Reiss, and even Shorthilts ghosts stared at him from the table, and Numbtongue whistled as he ignored the looks.

A [Bard] is not a [Warrior].

The Goblin Lord whispered. Reiss half-formed ghost flickeredbroken memory. Was it mending? Or was it still torn from whatever had happened to him?

Shorthilt nodded a few times.

Singing-Goblins should sing. Stupid.

Pyrite tried to eat Numbtongues fork and then grunted.

[Bards] do fight.

Reiss and Shorthilt both turned slightly, and both ghosts gave the big Hob a glare for not backing them up. Pyrite elaborated as he burped.

You fight the wrong way.

Numbtongue sighed. The problem with ghosts was that they told you in no uncertain terms what they thought. You know the conscience in the back of your head? Ghosts were louder, and they also called you names.

Im trying. What do I do?

All three Goblin ghosts spoke at the same time.

Make music.

Perform to others.

Lots of sex.

This time, Pyrite and Reiss turned to Shorthilt. The Hobgoblin [Weapon Expert] put his claws behind his head and grinned.

What? It work. Little Fraerling said so.

Niers had, in fact, said just that, but Numbtongue had steadfastly ignored his advice. The Titan of Baleros knew how most classes worked, and he had pointed out to Numbtongue that the Hobgoblin was actually a really bad [Bard].

Not because Numbtongue couldnt sing or make music. He had, in fact, taught himself to play the guitar to a very high level by himself, which was quite amazing. The problem was that he was, uh

Audience-shy. Numbtongue was not the exceptionally performative type all the time. He had quite enjoyed the band hed put together, and he did make music. But he just didnt do it enough. He was not, like Niers, a huge showoff.

The Titan had countered that by saying that if Numbtongue popped in and out of a hundred beds, hed probably level up. [Bards] were, apparently, infamous for more than just their entertainment. And just like chess actually leveled up the [Strategist] class

Well. Well. Numbtongue was just grateful the ghosts were not always physically present. Now that he thought about itit was going to be really awkward the next time he had some fun.

But it wasnt something he was going to do to level up! Althoughhe wondered if that were a good excuse.

Still, the Hobgoblin stubbornly continued playing. He was going to try. If Erin Solstice could try to make food, he, Numbtongue, would try to make music.

So he began to play. Numbtongue had made the Ballad of the Redfangs, although it still needed work. Yet he felt like his first performance would bethemed music.

It would be the song for Erin Solstice or the guests of her inn. The Hob closed his eyes as Erin rattled around in the kitchen and occasionally went oh no! or aha!. Pisces sat at a table, drumming his fingers. He lookeddistracted. Hed gone upstairs and come right back down, and he wasnt playing with Mrsha or studying magic.

Anyways, Numbtongue tuned him out as he searched for the sounds.

He had never taken classic education in anything. So the Hobs way of thinking about music went like this:

Each song was a theme. Each person was represented by the notes. Music was a language. For instance, high-pitched notes could be airy and lightor annoyingor the screaming climax of a guitar solo. Or they could be eerie. Just like there was nuance in how you said a word, the six strings on a guitar had a wealth of meaning.

Sohow would you explain Erin? If you were superficial, Numbtongue thought youd capture that frantic energy, have some kind of rapid, chaotic, friendly-merry song.

He spat on that idea. Erin could be those things, but the Hob remembered when she had first met them. Shyly, awkwardly, thanking them for fighting for her.

Erin was at her best with a slow tempo. Withhis claws drifted lower on the strings, and he began to pluck.

A slow, building melody that sang like magic. Magic and kindness. In the endErins music was almost sad, but almostand it should build into a kind of glorious, full sound, adding more refrains.

Yes. That was the story of Erin Solstice. Quiet at first, then building. She was easy, in a sense. You just had to make the most beautiful music you could think of.

That was how the Goblin thought of her. He was too shy to ever say it. But he could play it.

The Gnoll girl leaping around stopped trying to pick a fight with Bird and listened as Numbtongue played. He stopped and started, but there were the beginnings of something in the music already. Mrsha scribbled on some parchment.

3/10. Good start. Is this the Erin-song?

Numbtongue read her note and scowled. He nodded and grunted.

Yeah.

Mrsha eagerly wrote below it.

Do my song too! I want a big, epic song! With lightning!

She waved her paws, and Numbtongue thought about it. With a smile, he began to play.

Plonk, plink. A silly, stupid-sounding series of notes came out of his guitar, like an aimless butterfly smacking into a glass window repeatedly. The harmonic equivalent of dur-dur-dur.

Mrsha narrowed her eyes and glared at Numbtongue. She looked around for Lyonette, then wrote a word on the notecard and held it up.

He laughed as she scampered away. Bird happily repeated the word a few times until Lyonette came to tell him not to say thatthen chased after Mrsha.

Well, that was just to be mean. If Numbtongue thought about Mrshas music

Yes. It started light. Airy, carefree. Innocent, that was a better word for it. Yetas you felt like this was such a beautiful, happy songit turned dark.

The notes slowed down and crept lower. Like shadows. Likegrowing older. Monsters in the distance. A dark moment

And you were right back to the happy part. No, the happy part was now tinged by melancholy. But perhaps it was lighter because it was earned. Wistful, now.

Ow.

It actually hurt Numbtongue a bit. Yet he had the concept in mind, and it suited Mrsha. A happy, brave, annoying little sister. Despite all that had gone past.

He decided hed work on both songs and add them to his playing arsenal. Maybe demo them with the evening crowd.

Not once did Numbtongue have any lyrics to add. He felt that was too unsubtle. You didnt tell people Mrshas had a sad life but shes survived it all, and thats amazing for someone so young. You implied it. You showed them without saying it. And if they didnt get it, well.

Hey Numbtongue, is that you making that music? It sounded pretty neat! I really like the cute music.

Erin Solstice poked her head out of the kitchen with a big smile. She had some hot Spider Succulents still hot from the oven.

Wanna try a Spider Donut? No spiders inside.

Numbtongue warily picked one up and took a bite. It was sweet, fried dough with an inner filing and some salty jerky for the legs. Not bad! He licked his fingers and gave Erin a thumbs-up.

Tasty.

Alright! HeyPisces, you try some.

Erin was looking around for victims, and Numbtongue saw Pisces blink.

Iah, thank you.

Not going out to negotiate for your items yet, Pisces?

No, not quite, Erin. I

Pisces fell silent for a moment, and Numbtongue saw him take a bite of the Spider Succulents. The Hob blinked. Erin waited, but Pisces just smiled weakly.

This is quite tasty.

Right? And Lyonette says you cant sell spiders! Shows what she knows. Say, Pisces, I wanted to ask you something. Did you like the chests of weapons and stuff that Fetohep sent you? I never got to ask if they helped or something.

The eavesdropping [Bard]a very class-y thing to doblinked in astonishment. The chests of what now?

Pisces reacted almost as dramatically. He coughed until Erin gave him a mug of water.

The? You really did send them? I wondered why they appeared out of thin air. The cost to teleport them! They were Chests of Holding, no less!

Yep. Well, yknow, I asked Fetohep, and hes super-rich. I think he putwatermelons in them?

Among other things. It was a boon. Youyou did that? But you weredead.

Pisces looked at Erin, disbelieving. She smiled a bit sadly.

Well, you know how it is. Fetoheps technically deadI was able to get a message through. Did it help?

Then the [Necromancer]s face changed. Numbtongue, chewing on some of the jerky, saw Pisces hunch. Not withdrawing or getting angry like he sometimes did. Morewearily.

Numbtongue recognized that look. The [Bard]s ears perked up as Pisces searched for words, then raised his head.

More than you could know. Thank you.

Erins smile was gentle and, Numbtongue thought, careful.

Im so glad.

She waited a beatbut Pisces said nothing more. He struggled to, and Numbtongue saw Erin waitingthen there was a crash.

Mrsha! The pan

Oh no. My treats! Pisces, one second.

Mrsha raced out of the kitchen as the rest of the Spider Succulents fell onto the floor. Pisces sagged back, and Numbtongue saw his look of frustration.

Interesting. Well, more than that. Concerning. Erin raced past Numbtongue, but she gave him a look as he glanced at her.

He wasnt sure if it meant stay out of it or not. But it was something. Sothe Hob stared at Pisces and began to pick up on the clues.

Oh.

Hrm.

Something was different about him. It was the way the [Necromancer] just sat at the table without really staring at anything. Not really tasting his food. Looking at the kitchen and hesitating.

Pisces Jealnet.

Numbtongue really didnt know him that well. Theyd talked. Pisces had a sharp tongue, which made Numbtongue chortle, but he was sort of one of the adventurers. Numbtongue thought hed talked to Jelaqua more, one-on-one, but the two knew each other, and when Pisces glanced up and saw Numbtongue looking his way, he gave him a smile.

Ah, very good food, isnt it?

Mhm.

Numbtongue nodded. And that was about it. It was, uh, hard to strike up a conversation. Maybe that was why Numbtongue was having trouble with his class.

To break the silence, Numbtongue decided he should come up with some more music. He had Erin downand Mrshahe just had to refine the theme into music. Coming up with the basic flow of the song was harder for him.

Lyonette was another matterNumbtongue wasnt really in the mood to study classical Terandrian waltzes and incorporate those into some kind of song. Because, obviously, that was how you wrote her.

Bird? Numbtongue had no idea how to do his song justice. Birds theme song was Bird singing his own songs.

But Piscesnow, here was a challenge. Numbtongues brow furrowed. He knew Pisces history. Which was somewhat sad. A [Necromancer] expelled from Wistram, bad stuff before that being persecuted, coming to the inn, being heroicbut he was also the sniffing sasser.

A brilliant duelist. A gifted spellcaster. Arrogance and talent and a genuinely good person at times. Someone whod helped down an Adult Creler.

And nowa shadow over him.

How did that translate into music? Numbtongue gave it a shot.

Three hours later, Numbtongue put down his third cup of goats milk and sighed. By now, a small audience had gathered, and they were listening while snacking.

But the Goblin wasnt happy.

First, hed gone for a kind of operadic rock, the kind of electric music that Kevin claimed was a genre in his world. But it was tooaction-packed. It fit more to Yvlon. Actually, for her, Numbtongue thought heavy metal might do. Refined, noble music that transitioned into a berserk solo with incoherent screaming.

But not Pisces. Numbtongue had done some heroic music next, the kind of inspiring journey of the true underdog reaching the top. Yet it didntfit.

Pisces wasnt a [Hero]. He was an adventurer. He had great moments, but was he justheroic?

Numbtongue didnt think so, and that was no knock on Pisces! Few people blazed with pure, exemplary heroic conduct every second.

Ylawes Byres or maybe, uhYlawes Byres might fit that. And if Numbtongue did his song, there would be a lot of sarcastic overtones.

Noyou know what? Someone who deserved that heroism, the emotion, the despair, and the glory in all its full rawness was Headscratcher. Or Zel Shivertail. Sadness and glory without any prevarication, because that was just how they lived and died.

Perhaps that Drake as well. Sserys of Liscor.

Not Pisces. Sowhat was left?

Next came sadness. The bitterness. The despair. Theshining soul poking through all the shit the world hurled at him?

It didnt fit. Pisces wasnt that gloomy. It sort of workedNumbtongue felt like there should be at least melancholy if not sadness there, but Pisces was both successful, triumphant, and in pain.

Painhow about something grand. Grand and dark, like

[Echoing Strings]. [Counter Melody].

Now this was opera. Dark opera, the grim soundtrack of a figure standing alone in a graveyard under a moonlit night. The music to fit a villainous heros smile. A figure dressed all in black standing against the shrouded abyss as the mists revealed a gargantuan horror creeping below. Numbtongues [Counter Melody] Skill let him play two melodies at oncebut he had to know what the first one sounded like.

A dueling echo of wailing strings and a sharp refrain screaming torment into the night. Yeswas the air darkening in the room? Did you smell blood and thunder on the horizon?

Did you see a grinning Goblin [Goth] and a Vampire vibing out in the background? Numbtongue glanced up at Gothica and Fierre.

Nah.

Okay, maybe hed gone too far here. His music had gone way too far into, well, goth. And it was attracting the posers. Gothica and Fierre looked incredibly disappointed as Numbtongue filed that song away into the not playing this sober category.

Somewhere between that and the heroism. A kind ofthoughtful edginess. Yes, wasnt that Pisces? A bit embarrassing. But that was also PiscesNumbtongue had seen Erin calling him out. It all fit.

So why did he think that was wrong? It was like Numbtongue was doing everything right, but doing it wrong.

As if Im playing the Erin that people talk about, not the Erin whos actually there. And when he realized that, the Hobgoblin decided he should talk to Pisces. If only because the [Necromancer] had been sitting for three hours without doing much of anything. Not really hearing Numbtongue and watching Erin.

Hey.

Pisces jumped as Numbtongue walked over and sat down. The [Necromancer] stared at Numbtongue.

Ergood morning to you, Numbtongue.

Thanks. Mind if I sit?

Not at all. If you want to

Pisces looked around, thinking, perhaps, that Numbtongue was moving, but then he realized the Hobgoblin was there for him. He blinked at Numbtongue.

Notat all. I assume you have finished your musical soliloquies? They were quite profound, to judge by the audience.

Ah, now there was the language Numbtongue liked. The Hobgoblin grinned. Pisces spoke like some of the books the Hob had stolen as a child. All big words.

Nah, my music isnt good enough yet.

I see. I see. Well, as first attempts go, they were pleasant to the ear. I imagine it must be enjoyable to be a [Bard] and compose your art all day.

Hmm. Maybe. Its not art.

Ahwell then. To each their own definition.

The conversation was a bit like yanking teeth. Pisces was clearly distracted and making light chatter, and Numbtongue didnt know him.

Do I make fun of him sniffing or ask him if his robes are clean? Erins rapport with Pisces was a bitstraightforwards. Pisces seemed uncomfortable and was clearly already looking for a moment to bail.

Not that I am an expert in musical culture. Cosmopolitan I and Ceria are not, despite hailing from three continents now. Quite embarrassing, actually.

Mhm. But you two are adventurers. You dont ingratiate yourself into bourgeois societies and experience, umcontemporary hospitalities of the nations you visit. No, wait. Nations you second yourself to.

Pisces was nodding absently in the way of someone trying to get out of the conversation. Then his brow furrowed, and he blinked.

Wedont. That is to say, I habitually attempt to enjoy the modern leisures of the populace, but it occurs to me that Iand the Horns of Hammerad at largedo not always use the thoroughfares that would put us into proximity with the latest trends. The Players of Celum rather came to us, being the broadest outlier to that example.

He chose his words carefully and, Numbtongue thought, rather deliberately. The Hobgoblin took a long sip from his cup.

An astute observation. But the Players of Celums vivid arrival in the cultural zeitgeist is an event I would expect the Horns of Hammerad to bear witness to. Given the juxtaposition of new forms of entertainment with the more express development of ideas on natural frontiers of nations, both conceptually and literally.

The two stared at each other as Pisces eyes narrowed, and his lips moved faintly, trying to keep up. Numbtongue wasnt even sure if what hed said made sense, but he delivered it smoothly.

Mrsha poked her head up from over the table, dazed. Her head swung back to Pisces as he slowly inhaled through his nose.

That isa fundamental conceit of most nations, and a systematic flaw in the development of the ethos, perhaps, of the complacent citizenry or governance that tolerates such approaches to newI should sayinnovative refinements in any particular field. I quite concur with the phenomenon, not with the tolerance of this method of advancing our culture as a totality.

Mrshas head spun, and she let go of the table and fell onto her back. Mrsha the Wordy couldnt even get a word in edgewise. She was outmatched!

Numbtongue met Pisces challenging stare and sucked on his teeth for a second.

I vouchsafe your thesis as profoundly correct.

Thenthey were in Invrisil, and the shouting began.

Goblin!

They didnt even get out of the plaza where the door was now installed without the first man pointing at Numbtongue and reaching for a belt dagger. The [Bard] froze, but Erin cupped her hands to her mouth.

Human! Watch out!

She pointed accusatorially at the man, and his brain locked up for a crucial second. Erin pointed ahead towards the sign aiming for the Adventurers Guild.

Its a Goblin!

Someone tried again, and the plaza fixed on Numbtongue like a beacon of fear and growing hostility. The [Innkeeper] was ready for it.

[Crowd Control]. [Crowd Control]. [Crowd Control]. [Crowd Control]

She muttered under her breath. Then raised her voice. Her own shout eclipsed the regular voices as [Loud Voice] activated.

Hobgoblin coming through! Dont get in the way. Hes a busy guy. We have business at the Adventurers Guild. Move it! Dont push! No autographs. Ser Dalimont, make a path.

The [Knight] gave Erin a look of mild respect as he caught onto the plan. Instantly, he, Ser Lormel, and Ser Sest spread out around Erin, but began gesturing with their hands.

One side, citizens!

Prithee, keep moving. Do not crowdten steps back, please! No autographs.

It was like a magic password that flipped a switch in peoples heads. Especially in Invrisil, where the practice of autographs had really caught fire and become a worldwide phenomenon. Wait a second.

No autographs? That implied there was a reason to get said autographs. And if you werent allowed to have one, firstly, how dare you. Secondlya Goblin giving out autographs?

All Erin needed was a second or two. A minuteand then it was hard to restart the look out, a Goblin screams. You felt silly being the first one to retread that ground.

Its a monster! Call the Watch!

Someone tried again. But Erin cheerfully shouted back.

I said, clear a path. Gold-rank adventurers on the move! And a [Bard]! Captain Todi of Todis, uh, Super-Elites is too busy to sign autographs! So are Pisces and Numbtongue! Move it!

Todis Super-Elites? Even the Gold-rank Captain was giving Erin a confused look, if somewhat gratified.

It was a very [Innkeeper]-y thing Erin was doing, combined with, well, a [Witch]s attitude towards crowds. It wasnt classic witch-behavior, and Erin had never taken Headology 101, but she was a fairly experienced veteran in the field. Her method, as many had observed, was continuously interjecting more confusion into the scene.

First you had a Goblin. Then she said no autographs. And while you were wrestling with this one, she flipped it on Gold-rank adventurers and Todis Super-Elites.

Make way! Pisces the [Necromancer]coming through! And Numbtongue the [Bard]. And Todi theSuper-Elite. Psst. Todi, whats your class?

Pisces had been listening to the entire rampage of Hurricane Erin with some amusement, but his body stiffened when she invoked his class. He looked at Erin, and then there was another round of exclamations.

[Necromancer]? Did she say?

His class was not beloved in Izril. True, it wasnt the Terandrian reaction, which would have been full-blown panic, even with Erins Skills and methods. But the Necromancer had cut a path from the north down to Liscor before he died, and his undead had struck the south too.

Necromancer.

The word was almost as reviled as Goblin. Ser Dalimont bent down.

Miss Erin, perhaps this is not

She ignored him. Erin waved around cheerfully as a Watch Sergeant on patrol finally caught up with them.

Stand back, sir. This group is under protection of the Thronebearers of Calanfer.

And Todis Super-Elites.

The Gold-rank Captain chimed in as Ser Sest expertly blocked the patrol. The Watch Sergeant stared at Erin, Numbtongue, and spluttered.

Whats going ontheres a Goblin in my city?

Thats Numbtongue. [Bard]. Were headed to the Adventurers Guild, so if you want to escort us, be my guest. This is Pisces, Gold-rank adventurer. On very important business with, umElia Arcsinger? Hes a [Necromancer] and my pal.

A necArcsinger

Pisces was staring at Erin, and Numbtongue gave her a huge frown, but Erin kept rolling as he pushed her. The Watch Sergeant had a hurried conversation with Todi, who did know the score. A trio of gold coins and the patrol moved ahead, shouting at people to move aside.

This was really what Pisces had expected of Erin. And yethe was conscious of the eyes on him as Erin kept shouting his class. Had she done that before? Perhaps she was using [Necromancer] to distract from Goblin, but it added to what he felt was unnecessary chaos.

Maybe shes out of practice.

Numbtongue had the same opinion and whispered to Pisces as they approached the Adventurers Guild, down one of the most prosperous streets filled with restaurants, shops for magical items, and mundane goods like rope, potions, all to cater to the very rich adventurers who stopped by. Pisces didnt know. Erin kept glancing at him.

Theyd talk later.

He wanted it to be now. And as Pisces saw his team and the plethora of adventurers who turned and reacted to Numbtonguehe remembered why he hadnt wanted to go to Invrisil.

It had completely slipped his mind with his urgent desire to talk to Erin. But even Ceria and Yvlon hadnt insisted he back them up aside from the actual negotiations. Silver-rank adventurers milled around the central area of the Guild, and the Gold-ranks were in the back, the elite area where Pisces had met Todi to his displeasure the first time.

Yeteven without Erins class-dropping. Pisces the [Necromancer] stepped out of Erins group as she began to fend off adventurers, inserting a Goblin into Invrisils mind with a hammer. He let her do it and looked for his team.

And absolutely no one hurried up to him. Not the [Necromancer].

The adventurers knew who he was, unlike regular citizens. Then againPisces had [Famous Name], now. They knew who the Horns werehalf were here because they had been part of the Village of the Dead raid.

Pisces recognized a few. Vuliel Drae, the Pithfire Hounds, and those were the teams in the Silver and Bronze-rank area.

The famous ones, like Elias representative and the other Gold-rank teams, were probably in the back. Pisces saw a few heads nod cautiously at him, like Anith, and the Pithfire Hounds leader looked like he was debating getting up.

Yet most of the looks were, if not outright hostile, exceptionally distrustful. In the world of Adventurers, Pisces occupied the class that many adventurers would fight against. He was the [Necromancer] raising undead in the crypt.

That he was also a member of the Horns of Hammerad put him in neutral territory. ButPisces realized

It was somewhat ironic that he was the only member of his team who stood alone. He wished Erin hadnt mentioned his class.

The rest of the Horns of Hammerad were talking with adventurers. Ksmvr was in the common roomPisces just didnt spot him at first because of how many people were talking to him.

Yvlon was changing from Gold-rank back rooms to the front, and Ceria was talking with a half-Elf representing Arcsingers Bows. Pisces knew that because of the actual banner hanging behind the table filled with Gold-rank Captains in deep negotiations.

Ceria waved at Pisces, but she was speaking behind a [Silence] spell, and Pisces just took a moment to survey the room. Spot escape routes, check for spells, the practical things one did.

The other Gold-rank adventurers sized him up, but he was the pariah. And Pisces noticed

Ksmvr was not. Ksmvr was the Antinium. And yet, Ksmvr was also Ksmvr of Chandrar. That [Journalist], Rmi Canada, had changed Ksmvrs reputation.

He wasnt an Antinium adventurer. He was the Antinium adventurer, so half the people surrounding him wanted to size him up. Some were challenging, but many were just curious to meet a representative of the Black Tide who seemed, wellpersonable. Even likable and, of course, fascinating.

I have indeed met Empress Nsiia of Tiqr. She does not make it a habit to be naked aside from regularly scheduled intervals.

Whreally? How regular?

Ksmvr gave the too-avid adventurer a blank stare.

As regularly as one bathes or changes clothes. Periodic nudity is a custom for most species, as I understand it.

Thats not the same.

But your clothes are off. I do not quite understand the stigma against a lack of clothes. Most Antinium are naked. We put on clothing to leave the Hive.

Youre all [Nudists]?

I did not think we were. Oh dear. Maybe we will all gain the class?

Ksmvrs mandibles clacked together at the light laughter. He really was hard to dislike. At another table, Yvlon Byres had almost as many adventurers keen to talk to her for obvious reasons.

Her silver arms stood out. Pisces eyed a [Warrior] rotating his shoulder and wondered if someone had made the stupid mistake of challenging her to an arm-wrestling contest. The [Armsmistress] was in more serious talks with none other than Seborn andPisces saw with some gratificationTyphenous.

Neither Gold-rank adventurer had their team with them. They were representatives, Typhenous probably because Invrisil had been his home. He was also, frankly, the best option for cold-blooded negotiations compared to Revi, Halrac, or Briganda.

got to cut Prince Zenol and the others not here a fair portion.

Fair? Elia Arcsinger wants the Helm of Fire, and the Terlands are backing Eldertuin.

We had an agreement

Typhenous broke in smoothly.

Which the Silver-rank teams are justifiably nervous about. You know how things change, Yvlon. Many of the Gold-rank teams would like to, ah, claim certain items outright and relegate the rest to gold-distribution.

Yvlons jaw clenched as she glanced up at some of the Gold-rank teams who seemed to be in a kind of alliance with Elias representative.

Ceria called this raid. Our team did. Well be fair. Can I count on your teams to back us up, Seborn, Typhenous?

What loot are you going to give us? Alrightdont turn your hands into a damn knife. Yes, Jelaquas all for it. But its going to be messy. Pisces. There he is.

Seborn waved to Pisces, and the [Necromancer] approached. He recognized some adventurers vaguely, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

Even now, he got a few wary nods rather than effusive greetings. One of the [Strategists], an Owlkin Beastwoman, spoke in an eerie whisper reminiscent of hooting.

Adventurer Jealnet. We were discussing fair distribution of the limited artifacts. Join us.

Ithank you, Adventurer

Soew. [Strategist].

Of course. Im, ah, partial to being called Pisces as opposed to my last name.

Naturally.

A few more adventurers came over as Pisces sat down and caught up on what was essentially a lot of arguing over who got what. Keldrass team, the Flamewardens, the Silver-rank team of Maweils Reach, the three Minotaurs, and even a Gnoll representing the Pride of Kelia had all joined this discussion.

Old adventurers and young, each one trying to play nice and get an artifact or payout above the others. Pisces glanced at Yvlon.

What, pray, did we actually recover from the raid beyond what the Horns took?

Her smile was wry.

Youd be amazed, Pisces. Did you see that Drake Revenant who cut up all the monsters?

Pisces had actually watched the public video of the raid, so he nodded.

A true monster. Im amazed he was brought down.

Yeah, wellwe got his sword. And he had a bag of holding full of high-grade artifacts. Before we pulled out, we looted monster parts from the big monstersyanked a bunch of artifacts from the Skeleton Lords. But the main thing was the Helm of Fire. Everyone wants that.

Ill take the sword.

A burly [Warrior] joked. Everyone laughed, but Yvlon just nodded at the Adventurers Guild.

The Guildmaster has it under lock and key, and [Thieves] have been going at it every week. No ones been able to divide the loot while we were on Chandrar. They argued for nearly a month until it turned out we were alive.

And graciously waited until our return for the most equitable distribution?

Pisces lips quirked at his own joke, and Typhenous laughed. Yvlon rolled her eyes.

No. They want what we found. Its all loot recovered from the raid, so the claim is we should divide it under the same rules.

Ah.

Yep. However, Cerias been talking with the other teams, and shes reminded them of something that might bite themwe have the claim on the Helm of Fire. One Relic, guaranteed.

Now that would bewell, the other adventurers fell silent as Pisces bit his lip.

A Relic on par with the Heartflame Breastplate, for their team. Azkerash had sent back a message. A veryconfusing message that seemed to indicate he didnt need the Helm of Fire as he had not fulfilled his obligations.

to you, apprentice of death, I will cede the relic if it should aid your own studies. My armory is replete enough without it.

Very generous. Suspiciously generous. So thoughtful, in fact, that Pisces was wondering if that was a subtle hint telling him to absolutely donate the Helm of Fire or else. However, the Necromancer had assured him after a few tactfully worded questions that he meant what he said.

Pisces cast a [Silence] spell and whispered to Yvlon.

Wecould very well lift the claim on the Helm of Fire. Selys will be unhappy, but it is no longer mandatory.

Her brows shot up.

Selys wants it? Of coursethe set. We might have to let her down, Pisces. Its like swimming with Crelers here. Some teams have even been saying we should cut out groups that perished like Lifwail Blades. You know, the ones who were all wiped out?

Pisces blinked. Part of what the Horns had done after the crypt raid was give proceeds from Albez to the dead adventurers.

Truly? That seems exceptionally unchivalrous.

Its not going to stand. Ill let Ceria know about the Helm. You justmingle. And dont cause any fights. Why is Erin bringing Numbtongue here?

Yvlon had finally noticed Erin. Pisces grimaced.

I believe shes introducing a Goblin to Invrisil.

Yvlon just groaned and shook her head as she pushed herself up.

Wonderful. Alright, wish me luck. And find me a calming tonicif I hear one more idiot saying the dead dont need gold

She stomped off. Ceria looked calm as ice, and Pisces wondered if it was her classif anything, the representative from Elia looked nervous as he whispered in her ear.

Pisces. Do you want to take a look at the inventory?

Let me check on Erin first, Seborn.

The Drowned Man nodded as Pisces pushed himself up. He walked back into the common room and heard a familiar voice.

[Bard]. B-A-R-D. Erin Solstice, The Wandering Inn. I post quests. Oh, and theres Pisces! Pisces! Tell them I know you! I keep wanting to go in the back rooms, but apparently its only for Gold-ranks. Thats Pisces. Hes a guest at my inn. One of the first. [Necromancer]. N-E-Cyou can probably spell that.

Again, Pisces twitched. He saw a Silver-rank adventurer talking to Erin glance his way and recoil. Could Erin not ruin his reputation with any adventurer who hadnt met him yet?

He began to walk towards her and felt angry. He didnt care about the loot.

Really, truly, he didnt. It felt hollow, meaningless, andgreedy.

He kept imagining Igheriz talking about the gold hed receive for selling Pisces. It wasnt the same, Pisces knew. But he felt hot, sweaty even after his bath.

Pisces just wanted to talk to Erin. Yet she was causing more trouble, and he heard his class on her lips.

[Necromancer]. [Necromancer]Pisces thought that, in this moment, it was a title more reviled than Goblin or Antinium.

Numbtongue could tell Pisces was getting upset. The [Bard] was staying with Erin and Todis Elites. Ironically, Erins trick was sort of working. Most people were staring at Numbtongue and asking questions rather than going for a weapon.

Ksmvr helped. As did the escort of [Knights] and adventurers. Numbtongue was actually sitting at a table in the Adventurers Guild, practicing on his guitar. It seemed like a suitably fascinating thing to do.

Goblin on a guitar. He had begun work on the Pisces theme-track again. It still was hard.

Pisces wasnt rock n roll. Nor was he popfrom Terandrias Singer. Not exactly. Maybe it fit a bit? Pisces was the Horns. Were the Horns?

They were an odd group. Griffon Hunt was a kind of serious melody that went into hard action. Determined, woundedthey could sort of fit with rock, but were more like a marching song that you could insert into another genre.

The Halfseekers, by contrast, were that chaotic pop. Up and down, highs and lows. They had been the first team to have a Goblin adventurer. They had known betrayal, but they kept going, the friend of outcasts. More classic heroes who, yes, went in hard.

Theyd killed a Drake [General] in battle. The Horns? No less important. Theyd killed an Adult Creler and stormed the Village of the Dead. So they did fit with that kind of music.

And yetNumbtongue looked at Ceria and remembered her nearly choking to death on a mouthful of food. Being broiled in a hot tub for training. Their dynamic, Pisces dynamic, didnt do the seriousness.

Hmm. Got to work on this one. I need more good musics.

Whats that, Numbtongue? Doesnt Kevin have a playlist on his you-know-what? Actually, I hear there are song crystals all over. Why dont we get some?

Erin heard him as she rolled by. Numbtongue brightened up, and a few Bronze-rank adventurers clustering around heard her.

The Guild has some music. Hey, wheres the song crystal player? And the scrying orbmaybe the Singers on?

They obliged Numbtongue with a catalog of music, and he listened to a few tunes with one ear as the scrying orb came alight.

And Pisces still looked unhappy. Most of the adventurers glancing at him had his class on their lips.

Erin. Maybe stop telling people his class?

Numbtongue whispered to Erin. Even the Thronebearers, especially Dalimont, looked at Pisces with a reserve as Erin reminded them of who he was. Yet the [Innkeeper] just turned to the Goblin.

Its who he is, Numbtongue. I know what you said. Ive got a plan, dont worry.

Just dont hurt him.

The [Innkeeper] stared into the Goblins serious face as Todi walked over to Pisces with a drink. She glanced at Pisces as he smiled weakly at Todi.

Ill try.

Captain Todi sat down with a fake smile that Pisces returned.

Not fun being the [Necromancer], I guess? Miss Erins doing you no favors, but hey, less leeches. Your time in the sun to shine. I knew it when you two walked into this guild the first timeyou were going to stand out.

Imso grateful you recognized that, Captain Todi.

You obsequious liar. Todi had all the foresight of Mrsha in front of a cookie jar. Pisces was sure that even if Todi was working for Selys, he didnt like the Horns or Pisces.

As proof, Todis glance was a little too long on Ceria, talking with the most famous teams in Invrisil. There was frank jealousy in his eyes.

Maybe we should have jumped in on the raidbut then we might have been dead. Play it safe. Thats how my team got to Gold-rank. Todis Super-Elites. Im changing the name. Like it?

Its certainlyunique. I am sure your team would have been a tremendous asset if you had joined in.

Yeah, absolutely.

Todi drained the mug. Then he came out with it.

Not every team gets as lucky as yours. Emergency-teleporting to Chandrar? Im glad youre not full to your heads with ego. You got what one in a thousand teams doesa lucky break.

I know that.

Pisces jaw clenched. Finding that scroll and activating itthe [Paladin] coming back to lifeyet Todi went on.

You shook Chandrar right up. Coming off that ship with a [Hero] or whatever, and that undead king-thing?

Fetohep of Khelt.

Sure. Chandrars a fucking weird place, right? Just dont get in over your head, thats my advice. Not ill-intentioned. I just see people jump into the fire, thinking theyre now invincible, and they get chewed out. Rhirs Hells, even Elia Arcsinger did it when she was named Named-rank, back in the day.

I will take that under advisement. Believe meIve been humbled.

Igherizs name still itched on his chest. Pisces stared at Todi.

Weve made a number of enemies. Like Roshal, Nerrhavias Fallen in partwe are well aware of how outmatched we are but for luck and opportunity and allies far above our means. I credit Erin Solstice with much of our survival.

He meant it, too. She had somehow gotten Fetohep to save their lives, and he still had to ask her why. He wanted to

But Todi seemed to take this honest statement as a kind of bragging. The Captain narrowed his eyes and pushed his drink back as if it was suddenly bitter.

Oh, Roshals your enemy? Dead gods, man! Roshal and the biggest Stitchfolk nation in Chandrar? Thats what Im talking about. Fineyou raided a death-zone. Who am I to tell you where youre at?

He raised his hands, looking so offended that Pisces nearly tipped the table over and kicked him. He was about to and snapped back.

Believe me, Todi. I know exactly what Roshal can do. Im as keen to have them as an enemy as that monster in the Village of the Dead.

His retort made Todi stiffen. It looked like the Gold-rank Captain would snapthen he caught himself, and his eyes flickered.

Wait. You do still have that million-gold price on your head?

I dont think they removed it just because I travelled a continent away. Yes, I think I might well expect [Assassins].

Pisces hadnt talked to his team about that, not in so many words. He was safe deep in Drake or Magnolia Reinharts landsneither were friends to Roshal.

Todi eyed Pisces, and a look of uncertainty flashed in his brown gaze. He hesitated, then released his grip on the tables edge. Pisces realized hed been about to flip the table too.

Oh. You actually meant Roshal was your enemy. Hunting you, that is. Not a boast?

Why would I boast about that?

Pisces felt like his eyes were trying to bulge out of their sockets. Todi hesitated, then reached for his drink. He took a swig.

Well, your heads on straighter than I thought. I can respect that. You lot had a rough patch, but thats Gold-rank right there, surviving what you did.

Pisces just studied Todis face as the man took a huge drink, turning faintly red. Todi turned and pretended to be interested in the scrying orb.

Say, look at that. Fraerlings on a scrying orb. Never seen that before.

Pisces was distracted as Todi made his escape. In fact, even the adventurers discussing the loot distribution were staring at a [Mage] speaking to a cluster of tiny people.

Im in Talenqual now if youre just joining in. Speaking to the first Fraerling city to appear in public for over six thousand years since the Creler wars! Excuse me, sir, what do you think of the outside world?

A Fraerling looked up with almost as much awe at the [Mage] as the Human. But she spoke up, a tad bit nervously, with a fairly loud voice for her size.

II think its amazing, the Tallfolks world! You have so much of everything! Food, buildingsand bugs! Just, everywhere! And all your magic is so, uminteresting! You do things like mill grain by hand. And no one can fly and barely teleport.

T-teleport? Well, we can cast that. You must be thinking of Gold-rank adventurers and the like.

Yes, exactly! Theyre the only ones who can. But we love seeing the outside world and your television-ideas! Hello! Am I on the scrying orb?

The Fraerling waved a bit off-center, and the Human assured her she was.

May I ask who Im speaking to?

OhTallguard Noa! Of Feiland. Is this really going to be shown around the world? Will, umIve always wanted to see the King of Destruction and all the famous people like Magnolia Reinhart. Would they see this?

I assure youthey probably will! Do you have anything to say to someone youre a fan of? Waitdo Fraerlings know about, uh, us bigger people?

Noa frowned.

Tallfolk? Weve been watching the broadcasts, and we know a lot about some of your famous ones. Even we hear stories of your adventurers. Right, Resk?

She turned to a Fraerling hovering over, looking irate. Alchimagus Resk grabbed Noas ear as the Wistram Mage stared, dry-mouthed, at the casually-hovering Fraerling, still recovering from his wounds.

What? Noa, youyes, we copied all the broadcasts from Wistrams Academy. They should really put a magical seal on them or anyone can just copyer, hello!

The [Mage] looked like he was unsure if he was getting pranked. But he rallied as Sir Relz prompted him.

Well thenwellwhy dont we have an interesting question? Spontaneouslywhat are your topten adventurers? Top five? Who do Fraerlings respect in the world of the Tallfolk?

Pisces shook his head as Todi wandered off. Noa began huddling with some of her friends. Then someone tugged on his sleeve.

Pisces. Hey, Pisces. Say hi to this [Mage] for me. Pisces, [Necromancer]. But hes also a [Mage] and about your level in his other class. Do you have a tip for her?

A nervous Drake backed up a step, and Piscessnapped. He smiled at the Bronze-rank [Mage] and grabbed Erins arm as the [Receptionist] at the Adventurers Guild desk eyed him nervously and handed something to a Street Runner.

Probably to the Watch, telling them to watch out for the [Necromancer] who might loot their graveyards. Pisces couldnt drag Erin back, so he wheeled her over to a corner and cast a spell.

Erin. What are you doing? Please, I implore youstop telling everyone Im a [Necromancer]!

His voice was only heard by her and Numbtongue, who had wandered close out of concern. Pisces clenched his fists.

This is already tedious and stressful enough. I would ratherbe discussing other matters with you.

Erin looked up into his face and put her hands in her lap. She looked serious and less shocked than Pisces thought.

I know, Pisces. Im sorry we had to postpone it, but Ill definitely hear you out. If youre ready to talk abouteverything in Chandrar. I have something to tell you, too.

It struck him like a kick. Pisces staggered and then realizedshe knew. She knew he wanted to talk to her. Not only that, her expression told him quite plainly she knew how serious it was.

Rather than feel relievedhe got angry.

You knew I wished to talk toyou are an [Innkeeper], and you are far too intelligent not to notice. Of course. Why didnt you ask me?

Erin blinked up at him. She bit her lip and looked slightly guilty. But then she pushed on her wheelchair and tried to get up. Her legs wobbledand she leaned on Pisces and Numbtongue as they caught her.

Damn. I still cant quite do it.

Erin smiled weakly. Pisces was supporting almost all of her weight. He hesitated, but she leaned on the wall and looked at him. She was still sohe felt guilty. And angry. And distraught. But Erin just looked him in the eyes.

I know, Pisces. I do know. But Ive been waiting until youre ready to talk to me.

You were waiting for me?

The young man feltconfused. Erin nodded. She braced herself, took a few deep breaths, and stood there a second.

Yeah. Becausewell, because Pisces, I sorta know a bit of what happened. Im sorry, but someone told me.

Who? Wh

I have spoken to the dead. Pisces felt a chill run down his spine. He grabbed Erin, but she continued gently.

Listen. I didnt want to spring it on you. If it was someone elseMrsha, or maybe Moore, who needs it, orI would have brought it up. But you?

She looked him in the eyes with almost a smile. A guilty one, but with a spark of something Pisces didnt like. Something like trust.

I know youd talk to me, Pisces. In time. Because you already broke those chains. You survived two monsters, and I want you to tell me everything. Thats also why I came here. When I heard what happened, I was so angry and sadand proud of you. Thats why Im doing all of this.

He was lost for words. She knewand Erins legs were shaking from less than a minute of standing. Numbtongue wheeled the chair over so she could sit, but she kept her feet planted, panting. Pisces looked at her and shook his head.

Im not as strong as you pretend, Erin. I did not break any chains. I wasrescued at the end. There was no way out by my power alone.

No?

Erins legs collapsed. Pisces slowed her, and she landed in the chair. Cursing, Erin stared down at her legs and punched her knee. She looked up at Pisces and didnt argue with his statement.

No, then. Fine. Maybe youre not that strong. But I do think you were thatglorious.

That single word turned Numbtongues head as he politely pretended not to be listening. Pisces blinked, and Erin waggled a finger.

Dont let it get to your head. Or ratherdo. Do you get it now? Numbtongue, whatre the cute Fraerlings saying?

She looked embarrassed despite herself, but Pisces saw her glance at him. Thenhe turned his head and saw someone striding towards him.

A [Mage].

Unlike the other adventurers, this was clearly a more academic [Mage]. In fact, he had the Mages Guild insignia on his robesa scrying orb and wand. Pisces blinked as the [Mage] made a beeline for the [Receptionist] whod been staring at himthen to Pisces.

Adventurer Pisces Jealnet?

That is me.

Erin stopped rolling towards the scrying orb. She stared suspiciously at the [Mage].

Hey, buddy. If youre going to talk about bounties or Roshal, nows not the time. I have my stabbing knife right here.

She produced the kitchen knife, and the [Mage] eyed her warily. He stared at Numbtongue, but then handed something to Pisces in a hurry.

I am the vice-Guildmaster of the Mages Guild of Invrisil. Let me assure you that I would not be on business for anything less than the most urgent tasks. No matter what is going onI have a Five Families priority-[Message] for you, Adventurer Jealnet.

He said the words, and Ser Lormels head twisted around, eyes going wide. Half the adventurers in earshot looked up and fell silent. Pisces own eyes widened.

That was the top-level priority used by Mages Guilds in northern Izril. It was akin to Chaldion or a Walled City sending a [Message].

To Pisces? Is Magnolia mad? Is it monsters? Crelers?

Erin squeaked. The vice-Guildmaster looked exasperated.

Neither. I dont know howbut it came through our channels, and I was assured it would happen again unless I contacted you at once. Damned Drakes. A [Receptionist] Salii of Pomle can apparently flag a [Message] spell for priority delivery. Do you know her?

Salii of Pomle? Pisceshad no idea who that was. But Pomle, he knew. Suddenly, his heart began to pound.

Imay I see the?

Go ahead. I dont even know what it says. It wrote itself. And its magically sealed. [Receptionists].

The [Mage] looked ready to spit. Pisces cracked the wax seal as easily as any normal one. He looked down at the writing, and his heart stopped for one second.

One painful, glorious second. The first lines were written by a careful claw.

Pisces, its Eloque writing through Salii who tells me she can get this to you. Are you well? Were safe in Pomle for now

She was alive. She and Merr, BearigPisces saw several paragraphs, each in a different style, and a note from Salii at the bottom.

His hands were shaking. He only looked up when he heard a yelp from the side. The vice-Guildmaster had tried to take a look and gotten a poke from Numbtongue and a knife-poke from Erin.

Pisces? Is it good news or?

Erin was glancing anxiously at him. Indeed, Ksmvr had turned from his table and was standing up. Pisces didnt know what his face was like.

Itsgood. Very good. Thank you for receiving this. Delivering it, rather.

The vice-Guildmaster looked mollified. He glanced at Pisces face and sniffed.

Wellfor a Gold-rank adventurer, I suppose it isnt the poorest thing in the world. Please tell that [Receptionist] we can flag you with a City Runner. Normally. You are a Gold-rank adventurer, arent you?

You dont know who he is? This is Pisces. Pisces, a member of the Horns of Hammerad. And a [Necromancer].

Erin waved her hands at Pisces indignantly. The [Mage]s face turned from slightly welcoming back to frozen.

A [Necromancer]?

And there it was again. Pisces closed his eyes. He held the letter tightly and looked down at the words. Something caught his eye.

Pisces, mboy.

Only Merr would do that. He could imagine her laughing as the [Bandit Lady] wrote. Her handwriting wasnt that badokay, it was messy, but for a [Bandit], it was quite legible. Big writing for her flunkies to be able to decipher.

We saw you on the scrying orb with the King of Destruction no less. Were watching you. Stay out of chains and away from Djinni. Nerrhavias fallen back, and were thinking of what to do, but you dont get

They saw him? So they had known he was alive, at least. Pisces was already thinking of something to write back. To apologize and ask

Then he heard Erin shouting and nearly snapped at her. She was going on about his class.

[Necromancer]. Yes, I know the Necromancer of Terandria was a thing. So what? No, no. Shut up. Listen. This is Pisces. My friend. Hes the Necromancer ofThe Wandering Inn. Hells Warden. Do you recognize that title?

Her voice rose, and the people watching the Goblin or the huge fight amongst the adventurers for treasure turned. Numbtongue glanced at Erin, and then she was wheeling next to Pisces, pointing at him.

Hes the [Necromancer] of the Horns of Hammerad. And he has more levels than any two Silver-rank adventurers put together. Except you Minotaurs. You dont count. He doesnt steal dead bodies. He makes undead out of bear bones, and he does teeth too. The next person who says something disparaging? Captain Todi, give them a kick to the shins for me.

Erin slapped Pisces on the back. Since she was in her chair, she slapped him on the butt instead. Pisces opened his mouth.

Erin. What are you doing?

Then she winked up at him and finally explained.

Im telling them who you are, Pisces.

I was quite aware I was a [Necromancer] hither to your comments, Erin.

She nodded reasonably.

Yesbut they werent. Look at these people.

She waved her hands at Keldrass, Drakes and Gnolls, Humans, an Owl Beastkin, and more. Erin shook her head sadly.

The only [Necromancer] they know is the Putrid One or Azkerash. And the Putrid One, well, he wasnt the worst, but he did a lot of horrible things. You, though? Youre a [Necromancer], and youre also Pisces Jealnet. Its time people get that into their heads.

She tapped the side of her head and looked at him. Then, Pisces began to get it. Erin nodded sharply around.

This is the coolest [Necromancer] youll meet on the continent. Probably! Remember his name. Pisces, the Gold-rank member of the Horns of Hammerad. Piscesthe Nose.

Typhenous had poked his head out of the back rooms. He began choking with laughter, and Erin waved her hands as Pisces recoiled.

Okay, maybe not that name. Butheres Numbtongue as well. Numbtongue the [Bard]. Numbtongue the

Dont give me a name. Youre bad at it.

The Hobgoblin calmly covered Erins mouth, and she looked indignant. But her little speechPisces saw people looking confused. Then he wondered if her visit to Invrisil had just been for Numbtongue.

No, of course not. He bent down.

Erin? You have never, to my knowledge, ever bragged once about our association before now. Why the sudden change of heart?

The [Innkeeper] beamed up at Pisces, a bit misty-eyed.

Silly. Thats because you had such a huge ego that it would have gone to your head. You were always sniffing and telling everyone how great you were at magic. And yeah, you had a lot of talent, and you were a good person deep down. Buried. Like, a mile down

I understand. What happened?

The [Innkeeper] dropped her joking. She sniffed, rubbed at her eyes, then smiled up at him.

That Pisces was the same guy who went into the Crypt of Liscor and fought Skinner. He was the same person, fundamentally, who went into Albez. Even the person who fought the Adult Creler. But when you went into the Village of the Dead and everything that came after?

A gentle finger poked Pisces in the belly.

Hes changed a bit. It might go to his headbut this Pisces is the guy who bested Roshal. Hes a true Gold-rank adventurer who met the Death of Chains and sailed with Fetohep of Khelt and the King of Destruction. When they meet you, if someone only sees a [Necromancer], they deserve a kick up the butt. Thats why Im saying it.

She gestured around at the guild, the street.

Be prouder of your class, Pisces. Because you represent it.

Nervously, beet-red, Erin looked up and saw Pisces mouth open. He stood there, looking stupefied, and Erin laughed.

Dont let it make you too big-headed. Okay?

She whirled her chair around. And then Pisces felt like the clouds opened. He held his friends letter and knew they were alive. He looked upand it was like a beam of light was shining down, illuminating him.

The first adventurer pushed forwards, glancing at Erin.

I dont know if Ive ever introduced myself, but we were in the raid together. [All-Terrain Ranger]. I saw your behemoth-thing clear a street when we were about to get swarmed. I thought Id never get a chance to thank you. Muskrats the name.

Muskrat? ErPisces. I have to thank you for fighting with us.

Thanks.

The Silver-rank sort of deserved his name; he had a scruffy face full of hair all about the same length, from beard and cheeks to head, so it did sort of feel like a feral animal was inhabiting his face. Yet he sat down, and Pisces saw Erin wheel over with some drinks.

Order up!

She left them alone, and more adventurers drifted over. Muskrat was not the only adventurer to make a beeline to Pisces. The [Necromancer] pointed at a familiar young man with faintly burnt robes.

LevilPithfire Hounds? Ryokas friend? [Inferno Mage]?

You remember! And its [Inferno Pyromancer] now. Long-burning flames. Nearly burnt down a forest on a request while weve been waiting here. Sayyou dont know whats going on in the back-rooms, do you? Us Silvers are stuck in here hoping the Gold-ranks dont cut us out. Your friend Yvlon and some like Typhenous are good enough to clue us in, but were feeling sort of nervous.

Pisces glanced towards the back rooms and at Todi. He was all too conscious of how it must feel to be barred from the elite circle.

If I know Ceria and Yvlon, a fair deal is all but guaranteed. TheyI will do my utmost to make it fair. I am familiar withfavoritism.

He tried to assure Levil and the other anxious Silver-ranks. Then, a loud commotion made him turn his head.

Wheveryone look at the scrying orb! Look!

The Fraerlings had finished their deliberations in the background. They were going down a list of top 5 adventurers. Noa was happily listing them off.

Number one is the Titan of Baleros, Lord Astoragon. Obviously. I know hes retired, but still. Second? I really like the Stargnoll. Shes the youngest Named-rank adventurer in the world! Third. Um. Third is probably Ksmvr of Chandrar. Because hes an Antinium. Then I think Id choose the Hells Warden of the seaResk, whats her name?

Ksmvr. Suddenly, the Antinium was on the news. Ksmvr looked around as the Adventurers Guild erupted into cheers and shouting.

Ksmvrget in here! Youre on the news!

Ceria kicked open the door to the back rooms, and Ksmvr got up. So famous even Fraerlings knew his name. Pisces was smiling for Ksmvr, but the Antinium [Skirmisher] turned.

Comrade Pisces, shall we go?

Levil fell silent as he grinned at Ksmvr. Pisces heard a clamor from the Gold-ranks, who were not immune to fame.

Maybe we can have Ksmvr live-react via scrying orb. Someone contact Wistramor DrassiI do know her.

Keldrass was talking excitedly. Pisces was getting up when he saw the Silver-ranks gazing longingly into the back rooms. Captain Todi was already striding self-importantly forwards. And Pisces had an idea.

He sat right back down. Ksmvr halted on his way into the ranks of Gold-ranks.

Pisces? What are you doing?

Ishall remain right out here, Ksmvr. Take a seat. My legs are exhausted, anyways. And there are more adventurers outside than in. If there are accoladeslet them be here.

Pisces looked around and saw a pair of twinkling eyes. He snapped his fingers and sniffed.

[Innkeep]! A round for the table, if you would be so good.

Erin pretended to grumble, but she snatched some drinks from the nearest counter and wheeled them over on her lap.

Just once, for you, Pisces.

The Antinium hesitated only a moment, then he clacked his mandibles together.

Oh, of course. Dominance. You are always ahead of me, Pisces. Indeed. Drinks! Yes.

He sat down awkwardly, and Pisces heard the notes of confusion from inside. The Gold-rank adventurers hesitated as they realized Ksmvr wasnt joining them. And Pisceshe saw Todi come right out the door with Typhenous, who hurried to get a seat next to Ksmvr and Pisces. Thenit was like how Erin treated Invrisil.

Pushing and pulling until a dam burst and the Gold-ranks came out of their hiding spots. Especially as a [Mage]the same vice-Guildmaster from beforecame hurtling down the road with a camera crew. He put a huge smile on his face, adjusted his robes, and spoke.

Is this on? Im [Vice Guildmaster] Heroom from Invrisil, reporting into Wistram News Network! Ksmvr of Chandrar is, in fact, here, and if Tallguard Noa would like to say a few words

Pandemonium. Pisces had gotten up to help extract Erin from the press of bodies. Grumbling at being in a wheelchair, he and Numbtongue rescued her to a safe distance. Pisces found his chair was occupiedby no less than Captain Todi.

Rolling his eyes, the [Necromancer] saw Yvlon in a heated argument with a Gold-rank Captain refusing to look her in the eyes. She was looking dangerously mad.

Ceria was still arguing with the half-Elf from Elias team, who kept grabbing her arm, looking more and more distressed. Ceria was ignoring the man, glancing at Ksmvr and Erin with far more interest. And the drinks.

Pisces, thoughhe was smiling. The crowd outside the Adventurers Guild now had more than the Watch or civilians pointing at Numbtongue. They were pressing in, calling for autographs from Ksmvr, trying to get on camera.

Whoof. And its not even my fault this time. See? I dont cause that much chaos.

Erin was talking to Numbtongue as they stood near the edge of the crowd. Some people were asking the adventurers to pass autographs to Ksmvr.

Adventurers being adventurers, half of them just signed the slips of cardboard and passed them right back. Someone actually handed Pisces a piece of cardboard.

Im sorry, Ksmvr is quite busy. I dont believe he has time to sign anything.

Pisces was actually tempted despite himself, but a trio of peoplea Human man, woman, and a Gnoll, all younger than twentypointed at Pisces.

No, you! Can you sign it for us?

Me? I?

Erin turned with delight as Pisces had a wet quill thrust at him. Flustered, he scrawled his name, saw how poor the signature looked, and tried to correct it. But the young woman whod asked him for it was delighted. She had travel-robes on with the others, and she smelled a bit like dust, and Pisces supposed she too could have used a bath.

Thank you! Youre him, right? Pisces the [Necromancer]?

Thats me.

He glanced at Erin, and she shrugged, smiling. The young woman had bright indigo eyes. She leaned forward as she took the autograph card.

I was hoping to meet you. Youre an inspiration. Silvaria be with thee, friend!

Pisces head snapped up. He turned, but she leapt back into the crowd, looking delighted. He caught sight of her pulling her hood up, and Erin frowned.

What was that, Pisces? Did she just say?

Silvarias gone. What did that mean?

Pisces saw the trio pause and whispered.

Thatsan old phrase for how we identify each other. Theyre [Necromancers].

The trio stopped and stared at Pisces. With awe on their faces as they fought for the card. Pisces looked at Erin, and she laughed.

You have fans.

I havefans?

And then it hit Pisces that not all the people looking for Ksmvr or his way were entirely hostile. Some looked justimpressed. Like they were seeing Jasi or Wesle.

Like they had at Albez. And then Pisces turned and heard his name.

Pisces Jealnet, also a member of the Horns of Hammerad. A [Necromancer]. What do you think about that, Miss Noa?

Heroom was still interviewing the Fraerling, and Pisces had missed Ksmvrs undoubtedly-hilarious exchange. Alas! But the next thing the Fraerling said was heard the world over.

[Necromancers]? Great! We have, like, a hundred in Paeth. Is he the one who made that giant Frost-Behemoth during the raid? Hes so cool as well! Can I see him?

Then every head turned to him. The young [Necromancers] pointed and screamed. Erin threw up her hands and laughed. Pisces saw the scrying orb turn to him, and the letter flashed in his mind.

We saw you on the scrying orb.

Were they seeing him now, as Heroom tried to fight his way over? Ksmvr was getting up, but he was tangled with the adventurers. Yvlon was shouting at the Gold-rank Captain, and Ceria was trying to get up as the other half-Elf clung to her robes, pleading.

And Pisces? He looked around and didnt really know what to do. Erin gave him a slight nudge, and he stumbled forwards. The young man looked back, and she smiled.

Pisces

The Hobgoblin began to play. So that was what it was. He saw Pisces stumble forward, his white robes slightly messy. His untidy brown hair blew in the wind, but when he caught himself, it was gracefully enough. He turned, and you could see the rapier he carried swing around at his side, catching the light.

A [Fencer]s grace. And a [Necromancer]s magic. A slightly supercilious, handsome young man who could embarrass himself or be that hero.

What kind of music did he deserve? Numbtongue had it. No power ballad. But yes, it was pop. Sort of.

The song was both bouncy and melancholy. Happily sad, with all the energy that deserved a chorus on the refrain. Erins head turned as Numbtongue began to play.

He didnt quite have the words to express what this was. But thenhed never heard the terminology he needed. Euro pop, perhaps. Or a disco song from the 1970s. Glam rock?

Nostalgic. The [Necromancer] looked around, bewildered, then realized that Heroom wouldnt make it to him. The television crew was being mobbed by adventurers trying to get their five seconds of fame.

But he was in frame. What would he show the world, the watching fans, young and two hundred years old, his comrades in Chandrar, and Noa?

The Gold-rank adventurer pausedthen turned his back. He spread his legs slightly, relaxed his shouldersand up came one arm.

He raised a thumb and stood there, as if he was signaling for a cab on Earth. A Hobgoblins gesture. A simple sign to show anyone everything was okay.

It was either cool or embarrassing, and you could take whichever one you wanted. Erin was clapping her hands and laughing, and Numbtongue couldnt see Pisces face, but the Hobgoblin thought he was smiling.

The Hob played on, that chaotic, happy-sad song. And the Horns of Hammerad came out of the crowd. Dignified?

Ksmvr came crowd-surfacing out of the sea and landed on his back-shell, waving all four arms around as he tried to rock back up to his feet.

A giant metal fist punched a Gold-rank Captain past Pisces and Ksmvr as Yvlon, wiping blood from one nostril, advanced on her opponent. She froze as she saw the scrying orb and tried to smile and hide her bloody fist behind her back. She made a peace sign with two fingers.

Last came Ceria, who flipped the half-Elf clinging onto her over the table. She landed on a chest and grabbed a mug and basket of french fries. She swung herself into place next to Pisces, drinking unapologetically in that glimpse of them.

The Horns of Hammerad. Then, Pisces was laughing and trying to look impressive. And he was surethe laughter wasnt just coming from Captain Todi and his friends.

In Pomle, the Fraerlings, and whomever you wantedthey were either laughing or cheering and shouting his name.

The [Necromancer]. Yes. But say it right.

This was Pisces, the [Necromancer]. Member of the Horns of Hammerad.

The one you liked. Pisces rubbed at one teary eye and nodded at Erin. At lasthe thought he was ready to talk to her.

Smile. A young Fraerling was laughing, around Tallfolk, and she looked like the happiest person in the world. For a moment.

Dreams did come true. Just not for everyone. Yet Niers Astoragon had been the first Fraerling out in the world. If not for his company, perhaps this wouldnt have followed.

That was an older mans reward, he supposed. Even soNiers flew back from Paeth on the Coast after an entire day of talking. He couldnt spare any more, and while hed be backhe didnt have a part in this new city as a contributor.

He was an outsider. Niers couldnt even blame Ekrn for the decision; the Fraerlings choice had been as pragmatic as anything else. The Forgotten Wing company was a dangerous ally for Paeth, who would want to play the board.

Having a powerful Fraerling city backing an individual Great Company made it a target for destruction.

It was just

Not him? Niers Astoragon slunk back to his academy, landing the war-pigeon in the aviary, and stood at the entrance to the Fraer-ways a second.

Foliana was already there to greet him. It might have been Perornbut the Centauress was another continent away. The Squirrel Beastkin rolled her deathtrap wheelchair around.

They didnt want you, did they? Mm. Thought so.

Im so thankful you didnt tell me beforehand. I couldnt do with you rubbing it in.

Niers briskly fed the bird some grapes, patting it on the beak as he avoided looking at her. One giant, furry paw reached up.

Poor Titan. There, there.

Niers let her pat the pigeon on the head. He just shook his head and stood as tall as possible. Although his dignity didnt exactly matter in the aviary, with birds of all sizes chirping, cawing, or honking at him. It was getting fuller than usual. Had the [Beast Master] imported a trained goose? Niers was not riding that thing. He turned to Foliana, smiling ruefully.

Im proud of them, truly. They opened their Last Box, you know. They sawGnomes. At least, one of them did.

Really?

The patting slowed, and Foliana poked her head up as the pigeon cooed. She offered a hand, and Niers stepped onto it.

They didnt say much. Apparently, the Last Box was a kind of weapon against something? The other cities arent sure if Paeth is crazy or lying or whether their Last Boxes no longer matter. Neither am I, but the Fraerling who saw the Gnome, Ilekrome, swears that saved his city.

Ghosts.

Foliana wheeled Niers down from the aviary. He nodded, making notes for his spy network.

Paeth is looking for someonethey didnt want to tell me who. Ill try to get it out of the [Strategists]. They might work with Paeth and Talenqual. Who knows?

Will they be coming back for lessons?

Yesand wont that be interesting?

Niers almost smiled, wondering if Feshi wouldno, not her. But it would be something to have the Diamond Swords of Serept sharing a place with Fraerling magic. He looked forwards to that. Foliana hummed quietly.

And the Goblin told you no.

She did. Although I have an idea about that. Maybe. Somethingbut we wont keep the other cities, I think. Well have two cities and about six minor ones. That will do, and well put diplomacy first for the others. Dont worry about it.

Im not. In all of this running about, did you even eat lunch?

Niers stomach rumbled slightly. He opened his mouth and saw the bloody sunlight streaming through the window as evening deepened.

Im sure I had some snacks in one of the meetings. Havent you eaten?

Mm. I was going to have a bite just now. Lets go get food.

In her way, he supposed the Squirrel Beastkin was being considerate of him. Now, if Perorn were herehe was sure shed be her annoying self. He hated that she could read him, but if anyone could

I guess I can put off meeting Emissary Vuul for a few more minutes. We could do a formal dinnerbut I dont think youll go for that.

Foliana rolled down past the Fraer-ways placed overhead in most hallways. Niers spotted a few servants running down the hallways. Must be rats again. Damn. They were in a hurry. Or maybe they were just having races.

To be young. A pair of servants rushed upwards with baskets heaped with food. Cut small in familiar Fraerling-sized portions. Niers looked amused.

Going to stuff me full? Or is Vuulah, wait. Gindal needs supplies. Can we send a war-hawk with a bag of holding ahead of the troops?

Mhm. Good idea. Hmmlets eat here.

Foliana diverted from the dining room. Niers supposed she wanted something poetic, like sipping cups of tea from the balcony. Then shed tell him he wasnt old and say something to cheer him up.

A game of chess. He swore hed seen Erin Solstice in the background with those crazy adventurers.

The thing about the Goblins isI had a thought on how to at least make things whole with Reiryul and the other cities. Its a long shot, butwait a second. Where are we going?

They werent headed to any balcony or a regular room. Niers had been so lost in his own melancholy-tinged thoughts he hadnt noticed something was up at first.

Just like when Peclir had betrayed himonly this time, he glanced up and saw the glint in Folianas gaze. The too-casual way she turned her wheelchair.

FolianaIm not in the mood forhey!

She grabbed him as Niers backed up. Her fingers encircled his arms, and he wiggled, outraged, but didnt activate any of his artifacts. The Squirrel gave him a big smilethen hopped out of her wheelchair.

Put me down, you giant rat! Put me down. Im not going to play your games. Oh no. Dont you dare

He saw the world move crazily as she raised her arm back. He knew what she was going to do and roared.

You crazy rod

Then she threw him. For a [Rogue], it was an easy toss. She could put a knife in an opponents eye at a thousand paceshurling a Fraerling through the air without breaking his neck was only a matter of the right motion.

Niers went spinning through the air, not sure where she was yeeting him. His long shout turned into alarm when he sawshe was throwing him straight at a wall.

That was going to hurt, armor or not! Niers braced himself and saw a blur bound past him.

Foliana. She was so fast that she could throw a ball into the air and run to where it was landing if she wanted. He saw her bound over to the wood panelingand like the Dead Rogues Casket

She slid the panel aside. The secret compartment opened, and Niers realized it was one of the entrances they had built into the Fraer-ways

ent! Gah!

Niers crashed into Fraer-ways and slid down a table, scattering plates, cups, and paper as shouts and screams broke out. He crashed into a chair, went flying over the other end, and landed on his feet.

He remembered his Tallguard training enough to execute an emergency course-corrective flip. Niers was actually proud of that one. He stumbled upright and drew his sword.

Foliana, you are a dead woman! Three-Color Stalker loses an eye today! I did it to the Witch of Webs. Ill do it to you!

The angry Fraerling was charging across the room at the smirking Squirrel closing the hatch when he saw a cowering figure in front of him.

Ah, cats. Emissary Vuul? I apologize for

Niers froze, sword drawn. That tore it. Foliana, that idiot, had officially severed ties with Reiryul. Niers reached down with his other hand, and then, finally, the room caught up around him.

Hed crashed through a lot of paper and porcelain. Not just your average amount for a Fraerling emissarys dinner. Piles of paper, really.

And enough to have fed all his guests. Which made sense if Gindal and the other representatives were eating with Vuul, but Niers was almost sure the [Explorer] would rather eat in acid rain than with the Emissary.

Also, two baskets of food would feed every Fraerling, including the servants and Niers, in the citadel for weeks. The hurrying servants hed seen came together with Niers noting the birds in the aviary in one moment.

The Titan slowly looked down at the Fraerling whom hed never met, then heard someone clear her throat. He looked up and saw a Fraerling sitting at the table with both boots resting on the wood.

You know how to make an entrance, Titan. Next time, couldya not scatter half our maps to the winds?

The [Grandmaster Strategist] looked at a woman who reminded him of Ekrn. Not because the hair was the samehers was fury-red and combed. But her leather armor and the spear leaning against the table were the kind of gear a Fraerling used to mobile fights in the open carried.

She also had actual scars, which made her different from regular Fraerlings at once. In facta black eyepatch with an eye painted over the top was giving him the evil eye.

Literally. Niers felt like it was draining some of his energy until the Fraerling flipped the eyepatch up and revealed an empty eye socket. She put her boots down as the rest of the room got up.

Trapped rooms. I am going to insist we relocate headquarters to a room without access by Tallfolk. Or at least Three-Color Stalker. Our Tallguard didnt even see it coming.

A grumbling Fraerling climbed back on what looked like a scrying orb with a pillow on top. He balanced on it as it zoomed left and right, and the papers still landing flew back into their piles.

Thats on us, Thremagus. We cede our role to Itellois Tallguard. They at least noticed it coming.

Niers head turned, and a man, a Fraerling man, spoke with a slightly muffled sound. Mostly because of the adamantium helmet he wore.

The Crelerbane Armor warrior nodded to a shadow who had dodged Niers when he came flying into the room and pulled two more Fraerlings out of the way. She nodded and flicked a weighted dagger towards Folianas fingers as the [Rogue] went to close the opening.

Niers saw a blurand the dagger came flying back. The Fraerling wearing a shifting veil of shadows caught the dagger.

Nimble. For a Tallfolk.

Titan of Baleros. Good to see you! Youre looking as exciting as ever!

Before Niers could say anything, the last figure in the room strode up, seized Niers, and nearly cracked his ribs.

The biggest Fraerling yet, a huge, broad-shouldered figure, grinned widely as he squeezed Niers out of breath. He put Niers down, and the Titan saw a beetle shell armor, bright blue with a slightly prismatic shine to it, covering his body.

Commander Rozcal? What is Retons Tallguard doing here?

Niers recognized this Fraerling of all the others. The far south of Baleros was hot, humid, and the Fraerlings there were protected by the Tallguard of Reton. Their leader was famous for wrestling giant beetles.

Rozcal laughed.

Waiting for you! I didnt think youd come flying in, but thats just like the first time we met. Dragging an entire army onto my doorstep with you and that blasted squirrel. Folianas looking well. We brought de-cursing artifacts as a gift, but apparently some [Innkeeper] beat us to it!

Niers Astoragon, once he could breathe, looked around and saw the room again, clearly. The Fraerling with her boots up on her table raised one hand.

Lord Titan. Im going to call you Titan or Niers. Please do likewise. Eirnos of Culqe of Eyes. And to be clearwere not going to go on officer-killing runs for your wars. My Tallguard dont go on suicide missions.

He just looked at her. Niers mind was spinning, but he didnt miss the other armed Fraerlings and helpers clustered at the entrances to the Meeting Rooms. Watching him. Not all were as cool as the ones in this room. They pointed at him, and then Niers felt it.

[Battlefield Awareness]. He could pull up an awareness of the surrounding area. Even if they werent foeshis ability to see things from above via [Hawks Surveillance] was no help here, but Niers could still get a rough count.

How many Fraerlings are in my academy?

He couldnt count them. The Fraer-ways hummed with motion, and then Niers saw Explorer Gindal, righting a cup of spilled tea. He looked around and spoke.

I apologize, guests of the Forgotten Wing Company. My commander, Foliana, likes to play pranks. I hope I havent disturbed much?

Its your cutlery.

Eirnos tossed a broken bit of plate back on the table. The other Fraerlings sat down, and Niers looked around.

Damn Foliana. The obvious thing to do would be to say, whats happening? and get a response. But that was embarrassing. It was a game, and so he improvised.

Im sure this has been asked but can I get you anything? Are you all settled?

We could use your actual reports on the movement of Jungle Tails. Andfranklywere going to want more rooms. Actual, Tallfolk rooms.

Eirnos seemed to be in charge, because she answered while checking her nails. Her boots were still up, and Niers stared at them.

The boots stayed where they were.

Is itCommander Eirnos? Ive never been to Culqe.

Niers tried. The Fraerling woman smiled at him, and he thought she knew he had no idea what was going on.

Technically, Im Commander of the Tallguard for my region. If youve never heard of Culqe and have no idea what it is, lets keep it that way. If the Titan doesnt knowwere doing our jobs. I think Ive been appointedwhat was it? Iuncuta-Commander in interim. I dont report to you, in other words. But well share resources.

Naturally.

Niers tried again. The other Fraerlings were all watching him, and Rozcals chuckle was loud behind Niers.

Three-Color Stalker didnt tell him after all. I told you she was like that.

Gindal laughed, and the room filled with chuckles as Niers sighed and relaxed. The jig was up. He raised his hands.

I can guess. Let me give it one shot.

His heart was pounding out of his chest. He nodded to the embarrassed Fraerling in armor.

Crelerbane forces. At leastthree Tallguard representatives, and Im counting two Commanders of entire Tallguard regions.

He nodded at Rozcal and Eirnos. He got nods, and the shadowy Fraerling raised her hand.

Im not a commander. Just our representative. A huge admirer, Titan.

Niers blinked, and then went on, somewhat unsteadily. A feeling was rising in his chest, and he gazed around as he made logic out of this.

This is an unprecedented meeting. If Im right, my academy has thousands of Fraerlings in it.

More arriving tomorrow. But go on.

Eirnos looked at him, and Niers took a breath. That all but confirmed it.

Your title. Thats old-language. Might I ask what it means?

Her eyes glinted, and she grinned. She had pointed teethsome difference in biology?

Iuncuta means combination. A fancy title for someone appointed joint head of

A multi-settlement task force. Youre here about the ransomed Fraerling city.

Niers finished. His heart was pounding, but no other reason in the world would make so many Fraerlings gather. He amended that.

Either that or youre here on behalf of Paeth. Or to take me to task for failing to protect Oierdressql.

He hoped it wasnt that last one, but the Fraerlings nodded. Each one, the [Mage] on the floating seat, Eirnos, Rozcal, took a seat as they faced the Titan. Eirnos spoke, pointing one finger at him.

Youre correct, Titan. We represent over sixteen cities.

Sixteen? Niers had never been to that many actual cities in his life. Even other Fraerlings didnt know where their cousins were exactly, for safety. Yet Eirnos went on.

Were here to take Jungle Tails to account. If a Fraerling city is held hostage and if our people are alivewe will free them. Great Company or not. Paeth is free to do what they wish, but well have words. But you were only half-right. We came here seeking Forgotten Wing support, and your Foliana agreed to lend us soldiers, resources, and your academy. Well be headquartering here, rather than any one city in case of reprisals and so that were unified. You are not our commander, but I will be working with you.

The hairs on the back of his neck were rising. Niers saw the Fraerlings nodding and felt the buzz in his academy. So many Fraerlings. Thousands?

But hed built Elvallian to hold that many. Theyd have to open the old rooms, ensure everything was safeNiers looked into the eyes of the Tallguard, and she was not afraid of him. She knew exactly who he was. That was why shed sought him out.

The second reason we came in such numbers is because every single one of us might be needed. If it was just Nagas, wed send kill-teams into their forts when we found them. However, our Farspeakers have been talking, and we agreeno one city alone can hope to pierce into the Dyed Lands. The colors are not ceasing their advance. Monsters are overrunning cities nonstop. Its not just Fraerlings in danger.

The Dyed Lands. Niers exhaled, and Gindal spoke up.

If my people are thereI will find them. But if not, a Great Company needs to halt this disaster. Worse might follow. Niers Astoragon, are you willing to send the Forgotten Wing at this foe?

It was a formality, but they all watched his expression. And oh, but he tried. The Titan did his best

But was it wrong that he smiled? Despite the loss of life, despite the danger? He knew it was wrong, because it would be costly and people would die

Yet, at last. At last, a foe without morality. A causepeople to save. The Titan of Baleros looked around and saw his people in his home. He straightened his back and nodded.

I couldnt build you a city. Nor keep other settlements safe. I will admit, the Forgotten Wing company guards its own interests, and we grab for power.

He looked from face to face as they watched him.

I cant protect or save or liberate. But war? I can do war. Welcome to the Forgotten Wing Company.

Then, at lasthe did smile.

Rhisveri Zessoprical stood among the immortals of Ailendamus. Well, it was impossible for him to stand with his real body, but his representative stood.

Better that than a sock puppet. If that was the judge and arbiter, Ryoka Griffin would laugh her way to the headsmans block.

Was it going to be that? She didnt think so. She hoped not. If she was going to diewell, Ryoka thought it would be so fast no one could stop him.

So she waited as Visophecin and the others watched Rhisveri. He lookedcalm. Menorkel was there. Gilaw was not.

She didnt want to look at Ryoka. Even now, Menorkel gazed at Ryoka, replaying Fitheas death.

There was a remove in the immortals, and many gazed at Ryoka with more wariness than they had shown any other mortal. She had brought death to Ailendamus, but even morethe knowledge that their great kingdom might not be the biggest fish. The ocean was pouring in, and they were afraid.

Fearful people did silly things. Perhaps immortals had learned their lessons, but Rhisveri was learning what it was like to lose someone. Possibly for the first time.

Yet he spoke, rather grandly, into the silence.

Here stands a thief.

Oh no, not again. Uziel rolled his eyes, and Visophecin looked exasperated. However, Rhisveri went on.

Here stands a thief. A knave who has not only stolen the knightly virtues of several members of Ailendamus most elite warriors

Ryoka turned beet red. He was bringing that up?

But a murderer who has slain Fithea, the last of Dryads. She has attempted bribery of heads of state, endangered the life of Ailendamus royal family, slandered a number of those present

Oh, come on. Rhisveri. Will you really do this? You might as well add kicking Sariant Lambs to her list of crimes.

Uziel wheeled his chair around and snapped at Rhisveri. One of the Merfolk looked horrified.

She did that?

If she did, I vote to pardon her on the spot.

Azemith called out lightly, and chuckles ran through the crowd. Rhisveri, however, just stared at Azemith until the Lucifens expression darkened and she fell silent.

There was a danger in the air, and Visophecin was watching Ryoka. He had one hand in his pocket, and the Wind Runner didnt know it, but he had a dart enchanted with a [Teleportation] spell coded to go through Ailendamus wards.

It might hurt, but it would hurt less than Rhisveri melting her. The Wyrm wastoo calm.

She has done more damage to Ailendamus than any one individual. More, even, than Archmage Eldavin. Yet many of those gathered here claim she is no more than a hapless agent and should be pardoned and treated as an ally.

The Duke turned to Sophridel, and the Elemental of Masks spoke up.

She is worth far more alive than dead, Rhisveri. That is purely logical. You may add disruption to the Court of Masks and attempted assassination of an Archmage to her crimes.

Rhisveri snorted lightly.

I will. Although I take your meaning. All of these crimes may be excused. Allsave one. And that is slaying an Immortal of Ailendamus. I have said itthere can be no other answer than death.

Hear, hear! Off with her head!

Lady Paterghost pumped one fist into the air before Nube made her take it down. No one else joined in, much to her displeasure. Rhisveri was looking at Ryoka.

What was his answer to his rage and sadness? She hadnt figured out a suitable bribe before he summoned her here. There was no bribe, frankly. Offering something for a life, any life, let alone a Dryads?

I have deliberated long on this matter. At last, I have decided Ryoka Griffin is free to go pending one condition.

The immortals looked astonished. Even Visophecin. Then worriedthis sudden about face did not bode well. Ryoka gulped.

If I can just say

A Rhisveri sock-puppet popped out of the ground, smacked her so hard the stick broke, and vanished. The immortals stared at the swearing Courier and then at Rhisveri. He pretended nothing had happened, and even for the ageless of Ailendamusyou really had to doubt the proof of your eyes.

As I was saying. I am willing to overlook the death of Fithea given the circumstances, but a price must be paid. A pricerendered unto me and Ailendamus. Fitting for the death of the last Dryad. Ryoka Griffin. You came here to save your friend, this Erin Solstice, and steal a treasure to effect that. A task beyond belief. An impossible quest, one might say. Since <Quests> seem to be the thing of the day, I think I shall assign you one as well. Though I have no Skills, I will enforce it with a simpletime limit.

He pointed at her, and Ryokas heart sank. Uh oh. Rhisveri pondered, tapping his lips.

One year. Oh, very well, ten.

He amended it as Visophecin shot him a long glare. Rhisveri snapped his fingers.

Tenand until that moment, Ryoka Griffin is not to set foot in Ailendamus. She will contact no immortals nor have any aid rendered to her, not even word or look. Ten years and she dies if every soldier in the Kingdom of Glass and Glory must hunt her down. Im sure ten is enough for a task just as impossible as the first.

Shed done impossible quests before. Ryoka licked her lips. How bad could it be? Rhisveris smile was too-wide.

Are you ready, Courier?

II am. How can I redeem myself, Duke Rhisveri?

The Wyrm raised one hand.

You slew the last Dryad in the world. The last of a race. Her dream was for her kind to flourish, and it will be centuries, millenia, perhaps, before a forest in Ailendamus can bear her kind.

Uh oh. Ryoka knew what he was going to say before he said it. Sweat began to roll down her spine.

Rhisveri went on.

Thenit would be eminently suitable for you to make this up by finding a child to fulfill that wish. Render unto Ailendamus a Dryad. Find a child or let a forest birth one into the world and bring them here.

Oh no. Ryoka was sweating now, and the Lucifen and Agelum were protesting. But the other immortals were nodding. Rhisveri held up one finger with a smile.

Ahbut one more thing, Ryoka Griffin? As Fithea was of this worldso must the Dryad be. No outsiders. Ten years. When you leave, a geas will bind you and slay you if you so much as send a [Message] to anyone here.

Ten years. An impossible task. Visophecin was arguing along with Sophridel, but the Wyrms eyes fixed Ryoka with a look.

Anger, griefand almost hope. Desire. Not just greed. He was such a damn liar.

Show me her future. Show me another. Can you do it?

Ryoka Griffin closed her eyes as the immortals looked at her. She bowed her headthen a thought occurred to her.

Wait a second. Maybe

She had a sudden thought. Didnt she know of a certain seed? It was a super-long shot, but she suddenly recalled

The Wyrms face went slack as Ryokas look of determined despair gave way to a sudden thought. He glanced at Visophecin, and the Lucifens eyebrows had vanished into his hairline.

Wait. You dont know where a Dryad child is, do you?

N-no. But Ill try toI mean, who would?

Ryoka put her hands behind her back. Lady Paterghost stage-whispered to the others.

She is lying.

Even one of my fair cousins could tell you that. You know where a Dryads child is? No, you must know where a seed is.

I dont

Ryoka flushed, and Rhisveri looked sideways at Uziel. The Agelum was chortling. Rhisveri looked left and right.

I also want an elixir of immortality. Do you know where to find one of those? Oh, and a flying island.

He spoke incredibly sarcastically. Ryoka shook her head. But then hesitated.

If King Arthur was in the lands of the faewhy not Gilgamesh or something? And would a spaceship count as?

The immortals of Ailendamus watched Ryokas face. One of the Merfolk raised a hand.

Ask her if she can also produce a fountain of youth. See? Shes thinking about it.

The exasperated Wyrm silenced the others, but he looked at her. Questioningly. Ryoka raised her head to meet his gaze and nodded.

I dont know if I can do itbut I can try.

The Wyrm nodded. He raised one hand, and Ryoka felt the magic in the room intensify.

In that case, I bind you to your task. Stand back. The [Greater Geas] will

Rhisveri broke off. The magic surging around the room, visible like mist in the air, abruptly went still. All the immortals looked at himthen up.

A shrill siren began to blare from one of Uziels pendants. A high-pitched whine above most peoples hearing came out of one of Visophecins rings. Rhisveris eyes opened wide, and he cursed.

Name of Djinni! Whats breaking through the

Sophridel spoke urgently.

Someone is shattering our teleport wards. Theyre teleporting over the border.

Its the Archmage!

One of the immortals shouted in alarm. Visophecins eyes narrowed.

No. Its not. To arms.

Ryokas head slowly rose, and Rhisveris eyes found her. She felt her heart squeeze in her chest suddenly.

There was only one person it could be. Only one would have reason to be here. She was running outside with the others when they saw the air warp. It was almost unnoticed in the clouds, but Ryoka saw something emerge. She didnt see what it wasit vanished too soon, and Azemith cursed.

It went invisible! [Greater Invisibility]. Did I see it right?

Yes. You did. I think a guest has come to Ailendamus. Rhisveri?

I am going to greet him. I didnt expect this. Bold, to teleport in. He must fear nothing.

The Wyrm whispered. His fake form vanished, and Ryoka whirled to the palace in alarm.

Bold indeed, to teleport into the nest of immortals. It bespoke an arrogance typical of his kindenough to alarm even Visophecin because of the sheer confidence.

Orperhapsif you thought about it another wayit was the act of a Dragon who reached the sea and decided there was no way he was going to fly or float across that. Azemith looked at Visophecin.

Was it a?

The Lucifen looked at Ryoka and nodded.

Yes. It was a Dragon.

[Goblin Soulbard Level 37!]

[Skill Song: Ballad of the Horns of Hammerad created.]

Authors Note: This is the longest chapter of Volume 9 yet. I regret everything.

Would you believeI had the entire confrontation with Teriarch planned as part of this chapter? I guess old habits still die hard.

Anyways, I have a lot to say. But I am so exhausted I cant say it. In briefI hope this chapter was in some way good. I worry that I lacked for sleep or energy and didnt hit every scene, but I tried, darn it.

Youve gotta try. This is where editing might have really helped, but Ive worked for at least 18 hours over three days. Probably more. Im gonna hit publish soon and hope you like it. Uncertainty, hard work, and the death of hands.

This is The Wandering Inns style. Thanks for reading and see you next chapter. I have no idea what itll be about. Persua, probably.

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