Book 9: Chapter 7

Book 9: Chapter 7

Another day dawned over The Wandering Inn, and a few people started their day in very different ways.

The sun was welcome these days, if only because the fall was getting cold. Cold enough that Lyonette had gone down to rekindle the fireplace in the hopes that it would warm up the inn. Shed doubled up on her blanketsand grumpily stared at the snoozing Mrsha who, furry and warm, hadnt been affected by the night chill.

Picturesque. That was how the moonlight playing over purple, orange, and green grass looked. A foreign landscape for Earthersor even for those not local to this area.

Pisces Jealnet was up before the sun began to chase the moons into the distance. He placed a mostly-untouched Faerie Flower drink on the railing of Birds tower.

It was the only place to really stare out at the landscape aside from your window or the roof, and he was fairly sure the occupants of the third floor would hear him walking about.

Now that he was here, Pisces understood why Bird spent all his time in the tower. It truly did have an unparalleled view of everything.

A beautiful night until dawn. Pisces eyes were tired, and he thoughtnow that hed spent so long awakehe might finally sleep the moment he lay down.

Of course, he couldnt. Pisces flopped into his bed, lay there for twenty minutes, then got up and spent another hour in the pre-dawn light filtering down from the High Passes.

He wondered what Cawe would have thought of it all. Greenery without end, water aplentyfar too much of it. When he had described it in their brief chats, she had claimed that was what any rich nation was surely like. And had been so disappointed to hear Liscor was not that rich. A Chandrarian Garuda had thought of water as unto richness.

Had she gotten to see it, in the lands of the dead? Maybe just for a few minutes.

From Chandrar to Baleros, then Terandria. No, she hadnt made it to Izril after all. But she had visited more continents than he. All while being pursued bywhat?

Erin hadnt told him. She had looked him in the eyesand never said the names. When he had pressed her, angrily, she had said only this:

I cant tell you. Youre not ready.

That had been the angriest Pisces had been with Erin sincewell, since that evening at the Adventurers Guild. It had not been a pleasant evening. Even now, it seemed, every second he could hear Erin whispering the words. Pisces felt as if Cawe were saying it.

Tell Pisces I kept you out of their chains.

He was watching her die. Only, instead of Igheriz, it waswhat? Some monster that even ghosts feared? Why would Erin not tell him?

More questions, and he had thought he knew all the big ones, such as her world. Now this. Was he relieved?

The young man didnt know. His head was empty and overfull, fixated on that single sentence and unable to focus on anything else. If there were anything he was grateful for

It was that Igheriz had died twice.

He had told Erin everything. She knew his story already. Another unhappy realizationthat Cawe had told Erin all of what passed. Yet the [Innkeeper] sat there, leaning forwards in her chair as they sat by the fire.

No one was allowed to disturb them that night. Pisces had seen his friends watching, but he and Erin had talked. It was not the relief he had hoped for. Some of it wasbut other parts just brought the nightmare back.

What of Riqre? Did he die twice?

He wasnt there.

So, no. He wasnt ready to fall blissfully into rest. Pisces was going to be shorter on sleep than before. For a while. Yet the [Necromancer] was already trying to figure out how to tell his friends what had happened.

And he would. If only because, at the end of their talks, as Pisces demanded to know who had killed Cawe, Erin had turned to him and made him a promise.

Its the kind of thing where the more people who know, the more dangerous it is. The kind of secret that hurts people. Once you reach Level 50Ill let you know.

Only she could be soupliftingly aggravating. Pisces snorted as he took a light sip from the Faerie Flower drink. That seemed to bring memory clear, but not take him into visions or delusions.

Level 50. She says that as if I will reach it within a decade. One supposes I have been holding myself back from levelling purely by inclination. She says it

He ducked his head.

With that aggravating surety in her gaze. Just when you thought she didnt trust you or was supporting you in your fallibilityshe looked as confident as the rising sun that hed do it.

The [Necromancer] rubbed at his eyes as the first rays of light fell over him. Dawn. The earliest risers would be getting up. He saw a few birds rising and flitting about. Pisces raised his cup to a glowing birda Creona Flashbird, blinding its prey or predators.

To the greatest [Pickpocket] intwang.

An arrow shot past Pisces hand. The [Necromancer] saw the Flashbird dive in a screamthen a flash of light. When he could see again, Bird lowered the bow.

I have missed. Wait. What are you doing in my tower? I am Bird. This is my home. Are you replacing me?

The Antinium peered up at Pisces. The [Necromancer]s mouth opened as he saw the alarmed bird flying away.

No, I was merely enjoying the view. Pardon me, Bird.

Youwere in my tower? Enjoying my view? Do people go into my tower when I am not there?

Bird looked unaccountably upset. Pisces grimaced as the Antinium stared around as if searching for tower-assassins ready to leap into his abode.

I assure you, it was a one-time affair.

Affair? With my tower? What have you been doing here? I know the meaning of the word affair. You will not put one on my head. Or over it.

Dead gods. Pisces fled the aggravated [Hunter]. Bird looked around, then checked the door to his tower.

I need a lock. People can just wander into my tower?

Pisces Jealnet practically stumbled into his rooms, where he did fall asleep almost at once. Because of that, he missed the only other occupants of the inn awake at such an hour.

The Thronebearers and the other security.

Erin Solstice, even Lyonette, werent pre-dawn risers. The Thronebearers traded off by inclination. Shriekblade, Tessa, napped during the day and was often the nocturnal figure stealing food from the cupboards that had scared Mrsha to death when the Gnoll girl tried doing just that.

The sight of a Drake perched on the kitchen counter, eyes glowing slightly by moonlight as she stabbed a piece of cake with a knifewell. Good little Gnoll girls werent going to be stealing that cake anyways, were they?

So the nocturnal stay-awakers were in a different category from the real pre-dawn risers. Even with [Twofold Rest], it was a choice; most of the inns inhabitants just got better sleep than usual. Six hours of Erins inn giving them rest put them ahead of people who lived with only sixor fouror two hours of sleep each day.

A lot less midday naps required was the point. Only two goodfellows got up with Bird. And those were Normen and Alcaz.

What a strange time to be alive. Normen rolled out of his comfortable bed, and that wasnt new. The Brothers had comfortable beds. They had lovely hideouts. They even had a generous hand with coin if everything was going well, and you couldnt ask for more than that for a fellow who made a rough living.

Or so hed thought. But ever since tendering his partial resignation, Normen had discovered the joys of civilian life.

Namely, the feeling of sleeping in your own room, not a hideout, and that when you stepped outside, you might not have a target on your back.

Of course, he was now worried about someone putting one between Miss Solstices shoulder blades or on the lovable tyke, Mrsha, or the others. Yet guard-duty was notbeing a Brother.

Theyd thrown him a party. Just drinks and good company in one of the finer restaurants, and theyd all gone to one of the cheaper plays by the Players of Celum. Normen had been privately waiting for somecomeuppance for quitting the Brothers.

But they were an honorable lot, and the Gentlemen Callers had spoken up top. Mostly, Normen had learnedhe and Alcaz had already been marked as dead. After Crimshaw had died and the chapter in Invrisil had taken so many casualtiesanyone following the Tallman into a war and fighting Belavierr was probably dead. He couldnt argue with that one.

Crimshaw deserved this. Normen stopped shaving with a bit of alchemical cream and a flick-knife. He stared into the mirror and around his room.

Not better than the Brothers hideouts or other accommodations he could afford. Hed earn far less than he might in a big job. And safety?

The inn was famous for being attacked. Normen had done the math on who might die in another Witch of Webs attack, and he was fairly certain how the first line of defensehimself and Alcazwent. Yet there was a different feeling to this.

In the Brothers, you would get the call. One moment youd be tipping your hat to a lady or gentleman on the streets, doing business in such a way that even the civilians didnt look too afraid around you, although their kids were never presentthe respectable ones with homes, that was.

The next? You took off that hat. And in the moments when your blood felt like fire and your heart was all you heard as you swung a club into someones faceyou knew youd be dead or breathing blood and relief in five minutes. And it was a coin toss on which itd be.

Not a bad life. You could make it a while, and as Crimshaw had said when he vouched for Normensometimes a fellow stands for something. No [Slavers]. No harassing old folks or the worst of what could be done in the name of making coin.

You slept soundly in the Brothers.

In The Wandering Inn? Normenrested.

Gday to you, Alcaz.

Fine morning for it.

The two Brothers greeted each other as they left their rooms, practically within moments. Not verballythey mouthed the words and tipped their hats.

They were still Brothers. For nowit was all Normen knew, and he hadnt lost the class. He was a [Courteous Mugger]. A man with a plan that involved hitting you until you lay down. He hadnt consolidated his classes, though he had leveled up no less than five times in his adventure. Being in the Titans company and hitting [Soldiers] in battle did that.

He absconded with himself downstairs first as Alcaz prowled the upper floors. Normen didnt go into occupied rooms, but he did go into unoccupied rooms. Hed do a circuit, check a few items, maybe straighten a chair, and leave.

He wasnt a [Rogue]. Countering invisible foes was a hard, hard job. But Alcaz had a few tricks hed shared with Normen.

They couldnt use Seeme Dust or other expensive tools the Brothers would employnot for long-term guard-duty. But a bit of dust just so meant that you could see it land where you sprinkled.

If someone were under the bed, for instance, even if they had a cloth mask so they didnt sneeze, Normen might see the tiny bits of copper and silver mixed with the dust vanish or drift onto the invisible figure. Whereupon his foot would then connect with whomever was down there.

Was it necessary? Wellno. After four rooms, one of the Thronebearers emerged from a room she was checking and nearly ran into him.

Oh, Miss Ushar.

ErSer Normen. Are youchecking rooms?

Imight have been insofar as I was having a walk about, miss.

Embarrassed, the Brother tipped his hat, and the Thronebearer, Dame Ushar, gave a knightly bow. Both looked slightly askanceit was unprofessional to be caught out.

Whatre you using?

Justgrit and metal dust.

Oh. We have anti-invisibility charms, and weve been employing dust. Are you the reason why our [Trigger Runes] record recognized visits each day? We thought that was Shriekblade.

Normen was entirely embarrassed. He hadnt even seen the runes that Dame Ushar showed him. Not hidden in the doorjamb or anywhere on the floor, which he would have guessed. She flipped up a floorboard and showed him one written on the underside.

That isamazing work, MissI mean, Dame Ushar. I didnt even notice it was altered. Do they teach magic to [Knights]?

More like runecraft for the purposes of defense. Each squad assigned to bodyguard has one magic-capable member. Thats me. We do still use dust, and we check glass for prints. But, er, if you are using silver, you may wish to switch to ground copper.

Why?

One of the guestsMiss Fierrewas complaining. Apparently, she is slightly, um, allergic because of an alchemical makeup she uses.

Oh. I see. Well, I shall tell my colleague, Alcaz.

If you wish to keep checking

Normen tipped his hat slightly and bowed.

I can see when Im outclassed, Dame Ushar. If I were one of the trickier fellowsI am not.

The Thronebearers were good. Better than he was, and that embarrassed Normen to no end. He began to see why the Gentlemen Callers had encountered such difficulty.

They were not bodyguard experts. The Thronebearers were. Mind youif it came to a fight, Normen would take the Hobgoblins over any one of the [Knights]. But if they were guarding the inn, what was his job?

He might have agonized, like Wilovan and Ratici, but Normen and Alcazs relationship was different. They were hired. They werein no small waypart of the inn, not on contract.

Besides, Normen had found he had a lot to do day-by-day. So he decided he might do less rigorous sweeps per day as he headed down to the next part of his new routine.

And thisthis was something the other Brothers had pestered Normen to get them. He was still in contact with his friends. There were a few, uhin Liscor now, and hed heard some might be heading south.

Which was an interesting development any [Guardsman] or Watch Captain would be really, really unhappy to hear about. But even the Brothers were in envy of one thing that Normen and Alcaz now had free access to:

The weights room.

Grimalkin had made a manual with pictures depicting how to use each set of weights after a few injuries. Alcaz was doing deadlifts as Normen strolled in and removed his jacket.

Did you run into the [Knights] as well?

They spoke, now that they were far enough from the guests to not wake them up. Alcaz shook his head.

I fear I upset that Bird fellow. He was in a bit of a spot when I came into his tower, demanding to know if I was, erfornicating with the woodwork?

Mildly hilarious, Alcaz.

I almost shat myself trying not to laugh, Normen.

They smiled, because that was funnier than laughing. Then Normen began to lift. And he did enjoy that.

Dumbbells, bench press, deadlift station, andGrimalkin kept trying to add more features, like some kind of compress for your legs and stretching bands. He hadnt worked out how to copy some of the things he had been told about, but what he did have?

I feel like Ive gotten stronger. Maybe its my balance. I started at barely a hundred and sixty, you remember?

Normen panted as he pressed the bar straight up, and Alcaz held one hand under the bar as he worked the other arm with a dumbbell. The other Brother raised his brows.

Lack of balance.

Right you arebut even so.

He was now up to two thirty-five, and he felt like he wasnt at his max. He could do fifteen, though he had to stop after eight and then do them in smaller bursts. Sweat was already beading on his forehead as he switched stations.

Ahwait a moment.

Erin Solstice was not in gym-management. But even she had begun remembering habits and routines from home. Alcaz caught Normen, and the Brother decided this was a day for embarrassment; hed almost forgotten to wipe down the sweaty bench.

Nexthow do you do the plank-thing? I put my arms heremy legs here

Normen balanced over the two blocks as Alcaz offered to put some weights on his back. The other man refusedbut he might accept in a week.

He felt like these weights were onto something. Every Brother, even the tricky ones, could move a knife fast and hard, but most, save for Wilovan, didnt show their sometimes-surprising strength. Crimshaw had appeared to be a normal fellow, though his bulky jacket had gone some way to making him seem less formidable than he was.

Alcazfelt like he was on a path towards defining his arms and legs and the alleged core of which Grimalkin had so much praise for. Then againthe food also helped.

Consider why the other Brothers were envious when Normen described his lifestyle. After some light paranoid reconnaissance, he worked out for thirty minutes to an hour in the pre-dawn air. He might go to the bathroom, then for a walk around the inn, mostly just to take in the fresh air.

A fellow could rinse himself off with the well outside or schedule a trip to the bath houses later that evening. Yet just as he was getting hungry, the other occupants of the inn were up and there was breakfast.

Normen, Alcaz? Youre up? Of course youre up. Would you like to try Erins Bulkup Bisque? She just made it yesterday.

Both Brothers looked up, and instead of a hearty breakfast of regular food, they found two delightfully-smelling bisques in front of them.

They had not known the inns poorer cooking, and Lyonettes look of reservation was completely unfounded. One bite and Alcaz was trying not to move his spoon too fast.

Thisthis is exquisite for breakfast, Miss Lyonette. Is this truly alright for us to have?

The [Princess] was astonished.

Youre employees, so naturally! Also, we need a test-crowd, and I saw you two in the gym.

Oh, if we were

No, I was hoping you might tell me how effective this is! Its supposed to make you stronger. Its notbad, is it? Its mostly meat.

What kind?

Alcaz was warier after hearing this was the magical food, but Lyonette reassured him.

Wyvern meat. We needed strong, magical meats, so its Wyvern tendon, some bone, Corusdeer venisonmusclesome clotted cream, gumtree barkthats an alchemical ingredient, but its very edible! Makes the soup thick. And Weaverspider Silk, some beets, and

Normen felt like she skipped over an odd ingredient in the middle of her list, but it tasted fine. Before he was even done scraping his bowl, he feltlighter.

When he went back to the weights room, he lifted the same weights bar in the bench press so fast he nearly clocked Alcaz in the face. The two Brothers looked at each otherthen began to destroy the records list on the gym wall.

Lyonette clapped her hands together in excitement and relief.

It works! How do you feel?

As if I could put on more weight. This wont wear off suddenly, will it, Miss Lyonette?

Erin thinks itll wear off in a few hours, and even then be gradual. Thirty minutes. But shes not sure. Be carefuland, um, let me know if there are any side effects. Do you think this will sell?

Normen and Alcaz exchanged a long look before nodding rapidly to Lyonette. And Normen thought, for a moment, that the inn was going to be very busy today.

It almost made him regret quitting the Brothers. Because this? This was unfair.

There were tonics. Potions. Even very rare tinctures that you could drink that would give you the talents of someone else.

But they were expensive. So expensive that even a huge organization like the Brothers had to account for a single usage. Even the Gentlemen Callers had to justify using some of the tools.

This? According to Lyonette, the Bulkup Bisque would be pricey, especially since she wanted a good markup on the magical ingredients. Alcaz had inquired as to the price.

Six gold coins, four silver. Shes thinking of making it six even.

Six weeks of regular pay for a person for one meal. No regular client could afford that. But Normen?

I would pay for this every single day of my life. Especially if I were sorting out other gangs.

One bisque. One tasty bisque and he could go toe-to-toe with a Level 30 [Brute] and have the advantage. And Normen was almost upon that level himself, with his recent gains.

With this bisquewith Level 30the Brother caught himself thinking that he could be an officer. He could replace Crimshaw and make a mark. He could do thatbut then the inn began to warm up, and he remembered why he didnt.

Because the little girl who bounded down the stairs was the girl Crimshaw had died to help protect. Becausewhen he thought about going back to his old life, Normen didnt know if he wanted to keep washing blood off his hands.

Normen! Alcaz! Lyonette!

Erin appeared out of the [Garden of Sanctuary]s door in the wall, and Normen didnt jump this time, though his skin always crawled when she snuck up on him. He tipped his hat and stood with Alcaz.

Miss Solstice. Would you be wanting anything in particular of us today?

Oh, nohave you had breakfast? Hey, did you try my bisque?

They did, and no side effects yet, Erin. Nor has it worn off forone hour. Dont advertise it yetwere watching for anything else. I could use a bunch of ingredients for your next experimentsI have a list. Perhaps you could get it, Ser Lormel?

The Thronebearer hesitated. They were reluctant to abandon their charge, so Alcaz doffed his cap instantly.

I could run down and let Miss Krshias assistant know about the list, Miss Lyonette.

Would you? Ohand if youre going, can you send this? Todays the day we get the door back. The City Council has a secretary at

City Hall. Shivertail Plaza. I will be back in ten minutes.

Take your time

Alcaz was gone already. Normen settled back as Erin rolled over to a table and began tickling Mrsha. This was their job, so he listened with one ear as she spoke.

Ive gotta go to the [Healer]s for exercises again, but Im gonna help get the door back! What else? Isis Pisces still up?

I think I saw him go to bed as I was waking, Miss Erin.

Normen spoke up, and the [Innkeeper] shot him a relieved smile.

Thats great. Imthats good. Well after that, the Mages Guild. I wanna check up on Antherr!

Every day, Erin Solstice made sure the Antinium on his way back from the Great Plains was still alright. Lyonette fussed about as she made Mrsha wear a bib, then served them some regular breakfast.

With a big salad for Mrsha, who instantly pointed an accusatory fork at a sausage that the Thronebearers each got.

You get half of one and your eggs. Just eat your saladdont you put it in your bag of holding, Miss. Ill be checking!

Mrsha groaned and then took a huge mouthful of greens. Normen watched as she stared at Lyonettes back, then scampered over to the wall. She spat into the Garden of Sanctuary and then innocently went back to her plate.

Gross, Mrsha. Lyonettes just trying to keep you healthy. Whaddya mean, starving you? When I was a kid, my mom made me eat veggies each and every day. Thats how you get big and strong!

Mrsha peered at Erin. Then she turned to Numbtongue eating a decidedly green-free meal, aside from himself, of course. She held up a card, and the Hob read.

Nope. Sewer rats. Bad food. You want to get strong? Just grow.

He slapped his chest, and Mrsha looked at the ill-fed Numbtongue, who was over six feet tall, a Redfang in his prime, to Erin, who wasshorter. The [Innkeeper] threw up her hands.

Fine! Dont listen to me! Lets see how tough you arewaitaminute.

She realized shed fallen into her own logical trap as Mrsha, conscientious of Erins slow recovery from her injuries, shoved the rest of her greens onto Erins plate.

Normen was smiling as they finished breakfast. Not that he was purely eavesdroppinghe had a book on the Antinium Wars, and he was reading it.

If a fellow were going to stay at the inn, he felt like he should have some proper learning. Words werent as familiar to him written down, but hed been listening to Mrsha take lessons.

Alright, Im ready for my exercises! Yay. Who am I going with? Numbtongue, wanna play some music while I work out?

Resigned, Erin looked around, and Ser Dalimont nodded at Normen, who was already getting up to wheel Erin to her destination. That was a good job, an important job.

Numbtongue was a third bodyguard, but this time, he hesitated.

Im sort of busy today.

Doing what?

The Hobgoblin hesitated again and then pointed to a rare breakfaster whod joined them. Octavia Cotton paused on her way back to her shop.

Imjust working on some alchemical stuff. And Numbtongues keeping me company.

Working on her personal ballad.

The [Bard] spoke helpfully. Erin frowned as Normen affected a straight face. The [Innkeeper] frowned at the [Alchemist] and Goblin. Numbtongue was straight-faced, but Octavia was avoiding Lyonette peeking out of the kitchen and Mrsha shaking her head.

Hmm. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmm.

Erin Solstice stared at Octavia and then at Numbtongue. She frownedthen blew out her cheeks.

Yeah, I cant figure it out. What would be a good theme song for Octavia? Something mad-science-y? This is why youre the professional. Good luck!

She smiled at Numbtongue. He blinked, and Ulvama, scratching her side as she headed into the kitchen for breakfast, turned back to stare incredulously at Erin. Was she real?

Well, that was a fascinating moment that only Erin missed. She let Normen help wheel her into the city, past the guards who gave him a longer look than Ser Dalimont, and they were down three streets when she spoke up.

Wait a minute. I thought Octavia didnt work this day of the week.

Ser Dalimonts face was amazingly straight as he opened the door to the [Healer]s shop.

The [Healer] was a Drake. A middle-aged woman with a light-brownish scale coloration and the kind of gentle goodness that Normen was ashamed to be around. The kind that could turn to firmness when need be.

She kept Erin from telling too many jokes and had her stretching, standing using support, and working on her arms as well as her legs. She let Erin rest, offered her some tea for a break, and made the long road to recovery a pleasant one.

Sinew Magus Grimalkin was not so encouraging. After thirty minutes, Erin wiped some sweat from her brow, and the huge Drake, who had been silently observing today, spoke up.

Insufficient.

Normen winced as Erin Solstice looked up.

Whats that, Grimalkin?

You can work harder. I was wondering how your progress was going, and if thats the amount of effort youre willing to put in, you wont be seeing much progress.

Sinew Magus, we have discussed this.

The exasperated Healer, Pemai, narrowed her eyes, but the Sinew Magus was unmoved. Erin pointed to her slightly sweaty hand.

Hey! I worked out! I sweated! Isnt this what you want with yoursweaty gym stuff?

Grimalkin gave Erins hand a look as dismissive as if shed just dunked it in a bucket of water.

You can push yourself harder. I am not telling you to injure yourselfbefore you speak, Healer Pemai. I often have to mitigate excessive training off-duty for the soldiers Ive reconditioned. But there is a difference between the bare minimum and pushing yourself.

I worked hard!

Erin was outraged. Normen had seen her arms shaking as she walked back and forth, but he was silent because he felt like he knew what Grimalkin was going to say. And it was Normens attitude in the weights-room compared to, say, Mrshas.

I know you can work harder. Do you know why?

The Drake waited and then spoke as the [Innkeeper] glared.

You did not, once, have to take a rest from any exercises you did. Growth is about pushing your boundaries.

Well, I dont wanna grow and get super-muscles. I just want to walk.

The [Sinew Magus] sighed.

And walking is beyond you at the moment. By all means, continue Healer Pemais plan, but I cannot calculate how much slower your recovery will be. Push yourself, Erin Solstice. I know you can.

Erin turned to Pemai, and the [Healer] briskly tidied up her cups.

I find, Sinew Magus, that motivating my clients in the rare cases they need help is just as important as their effort. This is a long, difficult process.

Erin nodded rapidly. Grimalkins response was curt.

I do not motivate my apprentices nor those I work with. If Miss Solstice wants to walkshe will do what it takes. Consider repeating the exercises, Erin. Twice more per day.

I cant just come back and bother Pemai.

Im happy to offer more exercises you can do wherever you are.

The [Innkeeper]s glower made Normen decide to stand outside while she and Grimalkin argued. Privatelyhe felt like the Sinew Magus had a point.

Then again, Erins point was how hard it was. She could not walkand he saw how frustrated she got at what she had been able to do every single day of her life up till now. It was frustration, not a lack of effort, he thought.

The other problem was that Erin Solstice had an aura and the ability to create fire. The fire of frustration burnt low and weakly at firstbut it had nearly started a larger blaze in Pemais shop twice already when Erin accidentally created it. It was rust-brown, like an annoying stain or inelegant splotch, and Normen had gotten annoyed just stamping it out the two times it had appeared.

That Grimalkin. Hes so preachy. Just because hehas giant muscles. Im working hard! Its not fun doing this stuff. I could do it twice a day. I guess. You know what he lacks? Bedside manner.

Erin was in a bad mood after leaving the shop. However, the Sinew Magus had apparently gotten to her. Possibly not a diplomatic win, but a win nonetheless for the Drake.

The danger was always in pushing too hard. Too little empathy. Normen tipped his hat as he pointed towards Shivertail Plaza.

To see about the door, Miss Erin?

Nah. Im mad, and Lism hates me. Lyonette calls me in as backup if she doesnt get the door. Thenbam! Wheelchair to the knees! Lets head back to the inn. Id say I want to tour the city and see whats newbut Ill do it on my own two feet.

The [Innkeeper] was unhappy, and Normen nodded. He had seen the new parts of Liscor, but a lot was still under construction. It wasnt all paved, so Erin would have trouble with stairs or rocky parts. Or crowds.

It was just an imposition to be in a wheelchair when it was such a rarity in Liscor. Often, Normen had to slow, and Erin had asked Ser Dalimont not to clear people in her way.

Althoughas they had to wait for another throng of people, Normen thought privately that this was a case where the Thronebearer should do when she said dont.

He was learning his employer. And she was learning about him.

Hows it going, Normen? Do you like the inn? Want to go back to, um, being a Brother?

Not at all, Miss Erin.

The young woman sighed and relaxed a bit. A gaggle of Humans were passing across the road, not yet used to Liscors traffic, hence the holdup. They got some glares, but Liscors citizens were not outright hostile.

Thats good. Ishkr has you helping, right? Weve got new Antinium, but were going to need to train them, so I appreciate it.

Its all quite pleasant, Miss Solstice. Were by way of being more security, but its simple enough to haul some water up or move some chairs or bags from the basement. Mind youI havent had to throw anyone out on their head yet.

Oh, like a [Bouncer]? Umyeah, thats good too! Wow, Liscor is busy, isnt it?

It was, with more species than any city other than Invrisil. And even in Invrisil or PallassNormen had noticed it was one species who held sway. Liscor was rapidly becoming a three-way tie of Drakes, Gnolls, and Humans.

But not all of them would stay. Some were visitors from other cities. And some?

Liscor had been the place for Silverfang Gnolls and Cellidels Gnolls to come to. Howeverit seemed many of the Humans flooding into the city might not stay for Liscors growth. All three waiting pedestrians heard a swirl of conversation.

heading to the New Lands. I hear some people are just grabbing enough food for a month, a bag of holding and supplies, and going.

With what? Whats there to go to?

What do you mean? Some want to settle, found a city. Fancy being a [Governor]? Pickaxes, shovelsthere could be buried treasure, shipwrecksanything out there! If youve got combat classes, this is the time to go. But wed have to leave now to be on time.

Really? II dont know about going alone.

Entire Guilds are sponsoring people to go. I hear theres a five-gold bounty on anyone with the right classes in the Merchants Guild. Not just guilds; the Empire of Sands was saying that anyone over Level 20 should contact their representatives to meet for an expedition.

Normen listened with half an ear. Here was something else that he wantedwould have done but for this inn.

New lands. Justpack up and go. Even a Brother might find a new life as a guard on the road.

It called to him. But Normen thought of Crimshaw and sighed.

No. You didnt abandon what you paid in blood for. The Humans were excited as they talked, and Normen thought they were [Laborers], cheap builders for Hexels plans.

In fact, some of them were interesting. Not interesting in hair or skin toneyou got all sorts. But one had too much hair, if that made sense, that gave the impression of perhaps Gnollish blood. Another, the one tempted by new lands, had a personal pickaxe that was clearly enchanted with a frosted tip. Tobreak ground? Or just keep yourself cool?

And there was a young woman with a hand made of stone? Crystal? Semi-see through, like quartz. She hurried past as Normen blinked at her.

What a colorful mob.

Ser Dalimont remarked. Erin sneezed as some of the stone dust filled the air. She kicked the wheels of her chair, annoyed. Everyone else was navigating around the laborers, but she had to wait rather than accidentally hit someone.

Yeah. I guess the new lands are big. I hope if any of my friends go they talk to me. Its a shame the doors not that strongits so far.

Do you have any plans with the new lands, Miss Solstice?

Erin looked up at Normen and, to his vague surprise, shook her head.

Nah. I mean, its exciting butIm an [Innkeeper]. Liscors my place. I cant see myself going, and Im no adventurer. If the Horns or anyone else goes, I hope theyll be safe. All I can do is make food. Speaking of which, how was the Bulkup Bisque? Did you like the name? How strong are you?

Normen flexed his hand.

I still feel as strong as an ox, Miss Solstice. Well, not an ox, but its like[Lesser Strength]? On top of [Lesser Strength], since I have the Skill. Youll make a fortune.

Yeah, if only we could sell it abroad and store it, huh? But hey, the inn will have an actual menu no one can beat. I just wish

I wish I could get stronger that fast too. The [Innkeeper] tried to push herself up slightly and fell back into her chair. They got moving at last, and she stared into the distance. Normen tried to cheer her up.

Its a magnificent creation, Miss Solstice. The kind of thing thatd get every Brother in the innnot least for the gym!

Hey, we could do that! Workout and bisque.

Are yousure?

Dalimont looked slightly askance as he watched the crowds, but Erin smiled at Normens confused face.

Theyre well-behaved, right, Normen? Im not opposed. If you want, invite them in!

And that was why he was here. Because of one of the few people whod say that to a Brother. Normen simply touched his cap.

Im sure some fellowd be here tonight if I can pop out, Miss Solstice. Theyll love your bisque

Though they might need to take it to-go to avoid bringing trouble on her inn. But it might save his fellows lives. Normen smiled ruefully at Erin.

Its a crying shame that an [Innkeeper] cant eat her own creations, eh? Like a [Chef] cant enjoy their own meals.

Erin nodded ruefully, then frowned.

Well, yeahI mean, Imani does like what she makes. So I dont know if that analogy holds.

I meant, magically.

Oh! Well, Imani doesnt do magic, but Palt gets high on his stuff. You meant me? I can totally eat what I make! Its just that I dont because I, uh, made horrible stuff. But if I

Erins mouth kept working as she suddenly realized what Normen had assumed. She slowly stared up at him, and he decided that it really wasnt an act. Genius she might be

But she really didnt consider some things.

Erin. What are you doing?

Erin Solstice stuck a spoon in her bisque. Lyonette had been amazed when Normen rushed her back into the inn. In factErin had demanded they return so fast that Grimalkin hadnt finished updating his charts in the weights room.

He came out, saw her about to eat the bisque, and pointed a claw at her.

I wouldnt eat that, Miss Solstice. Remarkable effect. Would you consider selling the recipe to Pallass if we can replicate it?

What do you think, Grimalkin? And why cant I eat it?

Because its a shortcut. We just spoke about effort?

Erin eyed the bisque.

Yeah, wellI dont even know if itll work. And if it does, wouldnt that be a great workout?

Grimalkin made a disgusted noise as he watched Erin take a huge bite of food. The [Innkeeper] chewed timidly, then brightened up.

Hey, it is as good as I thought! And you cant even taste the spiderweb!

Mrsha, about to sneak a bite, took a sniff of the bisque and decided to pass. She ran over to Grimalkin and began to pose in front of him. The Sinew Magus looked down.

What are you doing?

Check out my gains, bruh. She made one arm and then flexed. Grimalkin hesitated. He patted Mrsha on the head.

Veryimpressive. Excuse me.

He tried to get around her, but Mrsha raced after him. Okay, not impressed with that? She wrote and handed him a card. Exasperatedhe was busythe Sinew Magus took it, then hesitated.

How isFerkr? Quite well. Shes leading some Gnolls back to Pallass, but my understanding is that she may be a permanent liaison to the tribes. A credit to her city.

And to him, but he looked unhappy for some reason as he said it. Mrsha excitedly wrote, and Grimalkin peered over her shoulder.

Issheyes, shes contacted most of the tribes who remained on Izril. They appear to berecovering. Not all the Gnolls were at the Meeting of Tribes, and the ones who avoided the fighting before the battle there have linked up with their people unmolested. I will inform Ferkr you mentioned her. Whats this?

Mrsha handed Grimalkin a card with a smile. For a special friend? Grimalkin eyed the blank autograph card.

No.

He flicked it back, and Mrsha caught it. But she wanted to brag to her friends! Then she heard an exclamation from the common room and whirled around. Grimalkin paused, then sighed. He walked back, and when Mrsha raced into the room, she stopped.

Erin was on her feet. The [Innkeeper] wobbled a bitthen slowly raised her head and took a few steps forward. She nearly fell, but caught herself as half a dozen hands reached out. She walked aroundthen did a little jump. It was still harder, but she walkedthen she ran a few steps.

I can walk!

Grimalkin sighed slightly, but it was drowned out by the raucous cheering. The [Innkeeper] turned and wiped at her eyes. Mrsha threw up her arms, then tackled Erin and took her down, but the [Innkeeper] got right back up.

Beware.

In her office, Watch Captain Zevara got a slight chill on her scales as a [Guard] ran a message up to her. She read the note, then spoke as she folded her claws.

I think were getting a bit poetic with our code phrases. Justlet me know what she does.

The note read:

Chaos walks.

Chaos danced. It was never really boring in The Wandering Inn, was it? Relc came running into the inn with a huge smile on his face.

He was just in time to see Erin twirl across the room. She was doing an improvised danceand so was Bird.

I can walk! Relc! Look! No, dont laugh

Yay! Everyones happy. Do the Bird dance!

The Bird dance was Bird waving all four arms in a semi-rhythmic fashion while spinning around in circles while walking. It was fairly hypnotic.

Mrsha was flailing about with excitement, but Erin had to stop after a second.

Whew. I can feel that. I dont think Im doing any backflips right now. But look! No wheels! Take that!

She kicked her wheelchair and then hopped on one leg. But the beaming smile never left her face. Relc grabbed Erin in a one-armed hug and laughed. Tessa poked her head out of the rafters as Klbkch followed him inthen Selysthen

Magic solves everything. See?

Tessa looked around for someone to vouchsafe this to, but the [Necromancer] was still asleep, and the Hob wasnt here. So she went back to sleep.

Now that really did feel like a return to form. When Ceria Springwalker heard Erin was walking, she smiled broadly.

But she couldnt rush back to the inn just right now. The half-Elf sat back in the private backrooms of the Adventurers Guild. However, unlike other times, this was not a Gold-rank only area.

There were Silver-rank teams here, or rather, Captains. And of the Gold-ranks, only the ones whod been on the raid or their proxies, including specially-warded scrying orbs, were present.

There were only three that the adventurers trusted to be even remotely secure enough to keep everyone from eavesdropping. Even then

Hi, Wistram. Remember me? You charged me eight silver coins for a [Message] spell your [Mages] lost. Wheres my money?

Earlia peered into one of the scrying orbs, glowering as she hefted her warhammer threateningly. A voice echoed from the scrying orb.

Will someone get this idiot out of the way?

Prince Zenols glower made Earlia blush. But yes, everyone did assume Wistram was watching. Come to thatCeria eyed the Captains here.

Some, like Anith, were decent Silver-rankers who could keep their mouths shut. But their teams? Even Levil of Pithfire Hounds had talkative members. Ceria thought of her team, the original Horns, and wondered how long the details of this meeting would remain private.

Hey, everyone. Ive got some good news, so lets get this over with. Settle down! This wont take long. The arguing will.

The other Captains turned as Ceria waved. She was still eating. Shed taken a bunch of kettle-chips with an entire basket of sauces and a drink to keep lubricated.

She was so casual. But perhaps that was how Ceria had wrangled any kind of agreement out of yesterdayand so quickly too.

Then again

Typhenous was the representative of Griffon Hunt. His team was with Emperor Laken on guard-duty. They had debated heading to the Gnoll Plains, but Halrac, the veteran [Soldier], had made a simple call.

If Griffon Hunt went, the odds that theyd make it in time were remote. Secondly? They would almost surely die if they ran into a Drake army. Theyd stayed at Riverfarm and Invrisil.

Waiting for Erin to wake up in case she needed backup. No one had expected Erin to fly off via pegasus. And no one could be more pleased than their team she was back and, apparently, on her feet.

Typhenous wished he could see Halrac trying to hide a smile. However, he was more curious about Ceria.

She had come into the contentious arguments and set all the parties mostly to rights. At least, the ones who could move the needle by influence. Elia Arcsingers team was the largest. And trueher presence had united the Halfseekers, Griffon Hunt, independent groups like Zenols team, and others around her.

But how in Rhirs hells had she gotten Elias team to shut up and back her? The half-Elf who the Named Rank adventurer had sent was no adventurer. He was a [Negotiator], and a good one whod been pushing for a Relic-class item for her team.

After one day, he sat there, upset and pale. Typhenous hadnt missed how worried hed gotten when Ceria started talking with him. The Plague Mage smelled underhandedness, and he was all in favor of it. He just wanted to know what Ceria had said.

The half-Elf smiled around the table, though the Captains had to sit or stand there were so many.

Alright. I know everyone thought me and my team were dead. And I apologize for the delay. But at lastwere ready to divide the loot from the Village of the Dead raid. Please, wait until Im finished. Then object.

What, just like that? No ceremony? No

A Gold-rank Captain looked outraged. Dorgon, the Silver-rank Minotaur, rumbled behind him.

Silence.

Ceria rolled her eyes.

Listen, you want ceremony? Ill sprinkle roses and get a [Bard] to play while I hand your share out. But its coming out of your funds, Maeist. I know how hard its been for some teams, not knowing if theyll get a fair share. So Im going to come out and say itwere selling almost all the artifacts. Its gold-shares, not loot shares.

The sigh that ran through the room from most of the Captains was relieved. However, Keldrass and several Gold-rank teams objected at once.

Those are Relic-class items, Ceria!

You want to just sellyoure getting the Helm of

Silence!

This time, Ceria shouted into a [Loud Voice] spell. Every Gold-rank in the room clapped their hands to their ears, and the Gnolls shouted invectives at Ceria. The half-Elf aimed her skeletal finger around, the frosted tip pointing at Keldrass.

Cool it or Ill start casting [Snow Plume]. Just let me explain my reasoning. Gold, not loot. Because if one person gets that [Legendary SwordbaneDrake Swordmaster]s sword, even by fair and unbiased luck of the draw? There will be blood. You know it, I know it. That team wont make it out of the city without a fight, from thieves and other teams.

Keldrass opened his mouth, then nodded reluctantly. Ceria ticked off another point on her hand.

Second? If we do loot, a lot of teams walk away with a pittance. We dont have that much gear that people want. So no loot. Its simple. Now, each team will get an equal share. Teams that were wiped? Fair share. Size? Doesnt matter. I hope each team will allocate gold to teammates that fell, but its per-team shares. Silver-ranks get one. Gold-ranks, two. Named-ranks, three.

This time, the muttering was a lot less happy. Ceria had just dumped a lot, and Typhenous was frankly surprised by some of it.

No extra loot for dead teammates? That was probably because it was per-team, and that made sense because it would have disadvantaged small teams for large, Silver-rank teams.

However, the distribution of loot was also colder, if more equitable, than he had assumed. Typhenous watched members like Dorgons faces, but the Minotaur was just listening for the end.

Is it fair to let all Silver-rank teams be paid half what Gold-ranks get, Ceria? I mean, were not the same level, but thats certification. Not level.

One of the Silver-rank Captains glanced at Dorgon, bringing up the very same point. Cerias smile was bland.

If you want to vote Dorgons team a Gold-ranks share, Ill let you all nominate him. But thats the exception, not the rule. Listen. The Gold-rank teams went into the fire. We placed Silver-rank teams in support, not the vanguard. Im not going to play this gamewhich is what has been going on here. If you want to sayJelaquas team charged straight into the fighting, then weve got a problem, because now were comparing achievements. Fair, equal shares.

And the Helm of Fire for you. And what you pulled out of the treasure chambers. We never updated the haul with what you all got. We know you pulled a Relic-class sword out. What else did you get? Your message mentioned Relic-class items, and I heard there was a circlet in Savere. What about that, Captain Springwalker?

One of the older Gold-rank Captains was glaring. Cerias return glance was bland.

You know we claimed a Relic from the outset, Captain Derros. Let me finish. Everything that was recovered goes up for auction via the Merchants Guild. Theyll take their cut, but itll be small, and the overall gold gets portioned into shares and then given out. The Horns? I can tell you were claiming the sword, a spellbook Pisces found, and two rings Yvlon grabbed. Were putting in two scrolls, and anything else we keep

The roar of protest was deafening.

Thats four Relics!

Ceria slammed her cup on the table.

No, its two good rings, a sword, and a spellbook! The Relic is the swordand its not ours. Some damn [Empress] is running around with it, so believe megetting it back is going to be a problem. We went straight into the heart of the Village of the Dead, and it was a fluke we survived. Everything we got save for the two scrolls is ours.

More protests, but the Gold-rank Captain Derros wasnt done. He pointed a finger at Ceria.

What about the circlet? Thats a Relic-class item!

Everyone went silent, and Ceria Springwalker smiled crookedly.

It might be. But Ive got bad news for you, Derros. Theres no way youre getting it. You know the Siren of Savere? The leader of the most dangerous nation of [Bandits]? How do you think I got out of there with my skin intact?

The adventurers groaned as they realized what had happened. Derros mouth opened.

She stole it?

An interesting note herethere were truth spells and crystals all over the room. Most didnt even bother to hide the fact that they were being used. A few changed colors depending on what was said, and there was a lot of interference with other peoples speaking, but the one closest to Ceria only flickered a bit as she spoke.

Revine had it in a glass case in her personal rooms, and a Drake [Enchanter] was looking it over. You want to tangle with the Siren of Savere, be my guest. Were laying claim to itbut itll be a headache. The Siren of Savere, uh, already has a bit of a grudge against me.

The truth spells flickered a bit, but they all showed an unhappy truth to the adventurer Captains. All except Typhenous, whose eyes flickered because he didnt use truth spells.

They were too easy to fool.

Alright, but thats still a huge amount of lootwe know you went into the Village of the Dead. Whatever that monstrous thing was you sawTolvesomethingalright. But the Helm of Fire?

Derros sounded almost pleading. And this was where Ceria relaxed.

Oh. Were relinquishing our claim on that. Its going up for auction. Thats how were guaranteeing everyone gets a big cut.

There was no shouting this time. Everyone exhaled, and Jelaqua gave Ceria a nod as Typhenous silently applauded. That was how you ran negotiations like this.

Fair! Damn me, but thats the best Relic because its so famous. Every Walled City wants it. The Five Families want it. I thought you needed it?

Ceria waved that away.

We were going to trade it for help for our friend. The Healer of Tenbault, an Archmageyes, I want it, but were being fair. So heres what were going to do. As I said, everything gets sold. But if a team wants an artifactthey have to pay full market price. Not auction price, but what the Merchant Guild appraises it for. You have two days, then its all going up for auction. Itll take at least a week for the sales to go through and more for the division, but I intend to portion out the gold within a month.

The teams listened carefully. Some were dismayed, because the conditions meant that a Gold-rank team could possibly buy a few artifacts from the haul. No Silver-rank team could.

Monster parts? Sold. Loot from the undead? Sold. Fair shares to all. Now, listen. I know some of you were hoping youd get an artifact, but lets be realthat would cause the kind of infighting you hear about that leaves many teams dead. Youll all get a share of the coin. But before you argue about Named-ranks getting three shares or bias, let me say this: youre done.

Ceria spread her hands on the table. The adventurers stirred. Was that a threat?

No. The half-Elf was smiling around at them. The Silver-ranks especially. Thenperhaps they felt it again, like they had after the [Sword Legend] had fallen. A leap in their hearts. Ceria looked at Earlia, Anith, Leviland the same light from Albez was in her eyes.

You new teams especiallythis is your haul. The Merchants Guildmaster gave me some estimates. The Helm of Fire is probably going to sell for at least a million gold pieces.

A million?

Under auction. Yes. Its a relic. And true, there are a lot more teams here. Almost fifty, so its divided up, but I did some rough calculations, and I think were going to see each Silver-rank team walking away with at least 20,000 gold pieces from the Helm of Fires sale alone. Possibly double that. Or higher. Thats your haul. If you want to retire? Anyone whos not in this for life is done with adventuring.

The Silver-rank Captains had the same look Ceria had when shed come out of Albez and began realizing how much they had. And unlike hersome were in tears.

They would retire. Retire with enough gold to set themselves up for a long time. If they managed their funds wisely. The Gold-rank teams were no less enthusiastic about those numbers.

That wasnt just a few artifacts. That wasmultiple artifacts per team member. Even divided up, the Village of the Dead raid was going to be one of the richest hauls in recent history.

Ceria Springwalker concluded with a smile.

Given all this, Id say drinks are on me. But since I know how much trouble you lot cause, its on the Merchants Guild. Theyre throwing us a party, and we get to watch the auctions begin in two days. Food, drinkand dont promise the [Merchants] anything. Now, whos got questions?

Yvlon could hear the cheering once the doors opened. They had been silenced, but the anxious adventurers waiting for their Captains to emerge burst into smiles when they heard that.

It had taken nearly two hours, even with Cerias straightforward distribution. Yvlon still thought it was a bitcruel to teams like Lifwail Blades, but Ceria had pointed out a fair share to their families was enough to make anyone rich.

Were rich! Well never have to work again!

Earlia kicked open the door and almost shouted the sum to her team before half a dozen adventurers grabbed her. Derros shouted.

No numbers! Everyone talks in private, damn it! Do you want your city to eat half your gold? Youd better hope you dont live near a noble or a Drake city!

They dont strip us of gold like you Humans! Wait, damn. The income tax

Keldrass turned to Bevussa, who groaned. However, the jubilation was wild among the free adventurers, who had neither city nor anyone they owed dues to.

The Adventurers Guild was happythey took a cut. The Merchants Guild took a cut. So food and drinks were already being rushed out as Yvlon found Jelaqua.

Jelaquahowd it go in there?

Cerias a smooth leader, Yvlon. Dont worryshe hit them with the old tough-but-fair breakdown. I was worriedyou know? Id be sweating up there, but Ceria laid it out, and almost no one objected. If anything, we thought your team took the biggest losses.

We did?

Well, two Relics both in Chandrar? And youre giving up two scrolls most Named-rank teams would die for. At least youve got your rings. Sounds like that and whatever Pisces had were the biggest hauls. Sorry about that.

No, its fine.

Yvlon felt her stomach twist when Jelaqua put it like that. That wasnt much in-hand. She hadnt thought that her two rings would be the biggest haul, but she hadnt been thinking of that when Ceria broke it down.

Why was her friend so calm? Yvlon found Ceria talking to Eldertuins representative, who shook hands with her.

Ceria, do you think it all worked out well?

Ceria scratched at her head.

Hm? Oh, absolutely. We kept a lot of what we took. Were giving only the scrolls away, and thats a lot of artifacts. We have to pick them up, but theyre ours.

Truebut the Helm of Fire and the sword?

We were never going to get them. I hope Pisces backer isnt mad, and Selys will be upset, but if we tried to take only the Helm of Fire, I think there would have been a fight. Pick your battles, Yvlon. Trust me. We got what we wanted. I did a lot of thinking about what to prioritize.

Ceria gave Yvlon a significant look, but she had to break off to shake more hands. The Silver-rank teams wanted to thank Ceria especially, but the Gold-rankers clearly thought shed done a fair job as well.

The only person who didnt seem pleased was the half-Elf from Elia Arcsingers team, who left without even looking at Ceria. Yvlon whispered to Ceria.

How did you get Elia to back down? By offering her team a triple-share? She had a lot more support for the Helm of Fire. She took down multiple giants.

With help. I justpersuaded her representative to shut up.

How?

By telling him Id recall something publicly. Elia and I had a few words I dont think she wants repeated. Shell take the gold.

Ceria winked at Yvlon. The [Armsmistress] blinked, but she didnt get a chance to say anything more.

Yvlon Byres. Ceria Springwalker. I would like to congratulate you on your negotiations. Is now a good time? House Isphel may attempt to purchase a few of the artifacts, although I fear the Helm of Fire is out of even our pockets.

A voice spoke, and the two whirled and Ceria cried out.

Prince Zenol! How are you?

The Gold-rank Captain and [Prince] of Nerrhavias Fallen smiled, hands clasped behind his back as he stood in some rich roomthe scrying spell didnt show much. He looked unharmed, and Yvlon sighed in relief.

Zenol. Howhow is Nerrhavias Fallen? Queen Yisame?

As well as could be expected after the fallout of Pomles disastrous siege. The mood istroubled. But I will not distract you from the moment.

The Princes polite words reminded Yvlon that the last time shed been there, hed betrayed General Thelican and shed essentially thrown Nerrhavias battle into chaos. Ceria chewed on a chip.

We didnt do you any services, Zenol. How much trouble is House Isphel in?

His smile didnt change.

House Isphel has risen, not fallen, Ceria. As for the climatewell. Strained, but holding. I may not be an adventurer but a [Prince] for now, but I am grateful for my share in the raid. I hope you did everything you set out to accomplish?

Our friend, Erin, is alive. We owe you a lot, Zenol. Dont ever hesitate to collect.

He nodded slowly. Yvlon frowned at the small image of him in the scrying orb. The [Prince] nodded, and there was a slight glittering on his clothing. He made no move, just kept speaking.

I must go, but again, as I have always said, my sincere respect to my Izrilian counterparts. If you do have the chance, Nerrhavias Fallen welcomes you both to return. Think on that if you intend to return to Chandrar.

Ceria broke in idly before Yvlon could reply.

Do you haveany kind of weather problems, Zenol?

The [Prince] had begun to step away. He turned, and Yvlon saw that glitteringsilver flash again, a tiny speck on the scrying orb.

Just a bug problem, I believe. Nothing of note. Ceria, Yvlon

The image flickered out. Ceria eyed the scrying orb, then chucked it at a [Receptionist] across the room.

Hey, put that into storage.

Only when it was far away did she turn.

Zenols in trouble.

Are you sure?

Yvlon had picked up on some things, but Ceria just produced a few fingers.

He was way too polite. Zenol isnt shy about being direct. Respect for my Izrilian counterparts? Do you recall even a hint of that?

Exactly the opposite. Which meantYvlons heart sank. Ceria nodded.

Nerrhavias Fallen has it out for us. He was warning us off. I dont know about the rest, but it sounds like theres trouble for him. Did you notice that thing crawling up his clothing?

Yvlon had. Zenol had deliberately not brushed it off. Ceria gave Yvlon a long look.

A silver beetle.

This is my fault. He came back to Nerrhavia for me, and we might have made him a traitor.

Eh, you said Queen Yisame liked him. That counts for something.

Yvlon bit her lip. She hadnt told Ceria about Yisames frankadmiration for her. Or the Queens confession that a lot of Nerrhavia wasnt under her full control. If Sage Etrikah hadnt stopped the metal plague

Her guilt wormed away at her as the adventurers celebrated. It was that reminder. Ceria seemed oblivious, but she had forged the fewest connections abroad. Everyone else could not help but remember

Their friends were out there. And not all of them were safe.

The world was still in a better place than it had been a month ago. Erin was walking, and it seemed like the celebration at the Adventurers Guild produced more good news still.

Hey, everyone! Look whos rich!

The Horns returned to cheers from the inn, and Pisces woke up, came downstairs, and found they were rich. Again. Ceria high-fived Kevin, grabbed another mug, and kept up her noshing on food as she congratulated Erin on being able to walk.

More news came in as Jelaqua finally dragged in Moore along with Seborn and Ulinde. Erin was hugging Typhenous when she saw the half-Giant.

Moore!

Mrsha ran up to him instantly. The half-Giant entered the inn, lookinggaunt. He didnt seem as cuddly and nice as before. It was as if the dangerous Moore, when he got mad, had stuck. Mrsha leapt upand he held up a hand.

She stopped, circled around, and Moore nodded to her.

Hello, Mrsha.

He backed off to a table, and Erin Solstice saw the girl staring at Moore. She went to hug one leg and climb up, but Moore tried to shoo her off.

Oh boy.

Seborn gave Erin a significant look, and the [Innkeeper] nodded to him. The half-Giant didnt smile, and he reluctantly let Mrsha sit on his lap and scribble a smiling face she held up.

Moore! Wheres my big smile? Jelaqua, Seborn, Ulinde, whatdya want to eat? Ishkr, do we have enough servers?

Perhaps. The new Antinium are here, and Silveran hasappeared to help out.

A certain Antinium Worker was helping serve dishes. He ducked behind one of the adventurers as Lyonette tried to chase him off.

Silveran! Youre not working here!

I can if I want to.

Erin turned to Moore. The half-Giant nodded at her.

Im glad to see youre walking, Erin. Here. Mrsha, go play.

He tried to hand Mrsha off, and she squirmed in his grip. Mrsha looked betrayed and hurt. Erin picked her up. It was still harder to walk and move than normal, but any mobility felt like wings. She hesitatedbut the Halfseekers were so loudly saying nothing that they were shouting it at her.

Moore! My favorite half-Giant! Whats wrong? You lookum. Serious. Mrshas been dying to see you!

She held Mrsha out, and the little Gnoll nodded, but Moore just hunched over.

Ivebeen staying away. Im glad to see Mrsha, Erin. But I dont think she should be climbing over me.

Oh, because youre so dignified? Too good to let Mrsha steal your snacks?

I would never do that! Not to Moore! Just everyone else!

Mrsha wrote emphatically. The half-Giant hesitated, then looked up. The [Bloodearth Mage] hesitated, and then it burst out of him much like it had Pisces.

Imdangerous, Erin. Children shouldnt be around me. My magic and Skills have changed.

Moore!

Jelaqua half-rose, and he hunched his shoulders. Erin saw Seborn looking at her, and the [Innkeeper] hesitated.

Instinct. Erin saw Moore lift a hand and then strode forwards. Even sitting, she had to hop and give Mrsha a toss. The little Gnoll girl yelped silentlyand then landed on Moores head.

Erin! Dont throw Mrsha!

Lyonette spun and shouted angrily, but Mrsha gave Erin a nod and then hugged Moores head.

Mrsha, get off.

He gently tried to pry her off, but stopped when she clung to his hair. Moore tried again, and Mrsha scampered onto his shoulder. He reached for her and saw the snot.

Mrshas eyes were running over with tears. So was her nose. She hugged him.

Dont you love me?

She held a wet card. Moore hesitated.

I do. But Ive hurt people. Mrshaafter Erin

He looked at the [Innkeeper], and Erin grabbed his side. She hugged him fiercely.

I heard you fought in a war for me. Youyou silly half-Giant! Ive been waiting for you to come here so I could do this! I just couldnt chase you down in a wheelchair.

Im too dangerous. I dont grow plants. Its all blood and death. Erindont.

Make me! I bet you wont. You hit bad people. Not Mrshas and Erins. Mrsha, get him!

The Gnoll clung to Moores head, blubbering. The half-Giant didnt seem to have the strength to pull her off.

Moore.I tolb you. Were your teabmates.

The half-Giant looked around and saw Jelaqua oozing orange slime out of various orifices. The Selphid grabbed him.

You big dummy. Ulinde, get in here! Seborn

No.

But the [Rogue] was watching, and Moore protested, but weakly.

Jelaquano, really. Dont hugargh.

Seborn! Come on!

It was a group hug, and the [Rogue] was the only one out. Seborn slowly stood up as his team beckoned to him. The Horns were watching. Half the inn was watching. Typhenous was definitely watching.

The Drowned Man slowly put a hand on Moores shoulder and rested it there. Then Erin pulled him in, and he embraced Moores arm for a second.

Alright. Now let me go. I said let me

Moores arm trembled as he drew his friend into a hug. Mrsha patted him on the head, and hesighed as he rubbed at his eyes. It sounded like relief.

You couldnt hug away everything, but you could squeeze out a lot. Erin with legs was better than a wheelchair.

She could chase people down. And unlike Pisces, the real trick might have just been getting Moore into the inn.

Because Mrsha refused to let go of him once she got onto the half-Giants shoulder. She held a bowl of chips and kept feeding Moore bites and making sure he was eating. The anxious little Gnolls attention was enough to make Moore begin to tear up every few minutes.

Horns and Halfseekers. Adventurers in the inn, and Erin on her feet. Amidst all of it, a single man in a hat tapped Erin on the shoulder as she was resting her legs for a second and beaming around.

Miss Solstice. I hate to trouble you, but I popped down to the Mages Guild on my errands, as it were. Was holding onto this, but I recognized the name and thought

Alcaz proffered a [Message], and Erin accepted it.

Thanks, Alcaz! Whats this abRyoka?

Every head turned. Lyonette groaned, and Mrsha looked up. Rather than let go of Moore, she hopped on his head and tugged at his hair like a driver.

Mrsha, that hurts. Dont do that.

The half-Giant still obliged her by walking over. Erin was reading rapidly, and she exclaimed as Ceria walked over.

Wheres Ryoka now? I havent heard of her since the Village of the Dead raidtree rot. Is she okay?

I dont knowdoes anyone know where Ryoka was?

The other guests of the inn looked about. Klbkch raised one hand.

I recall she was sighted in the presence of Lord Tyrion Veltras. Allegedly, he proposed to her.

Nothing. Hes always nice and polite and helpful.

So

So what? I dont need to see him doing bad things to me. I can see the other things he does. The next time you see Chaldion? Any of you. Look in his eyes. Eye. After every Wyvern in the world attacked Pallass, he looked like he was coming to my inn for drinks. He doesnt blink. I dont trust him. I dont want to be in debt to Chaldion, or the Titan, or even Altestiel or Ilvriss. But I also need

Erin rested her head on the counter.

more employees.

Ah. Normen felt like this was the moment when a lot of observers captured the duality of Erin Solstice. The ability to read a Grand Strategist and the inability to hire someone to clean the dishes. Erin stared down at the counter and then around the Mages Guild. She looked at Mrsha, and the Gnoll girl had an exasperated look on her face. Erin blinked at Mrsha, and her face turned suddenly rueful.

This is me, again. Isnt it?

Mrsha hesitated as she wrote a scathing critique. She peered up at the [Innkeeper] as Erin looked around, and it was familiar.

Her breathing was too fast, even if she was burning energy by standing. She feltharried. A bit frantic. The walls were closing inand Erin felt like she had a while back.

In Invrisil, to be precise, in a fancy restaurant as a bunch of [Actors] and everyone threw her a big party. Or at the Christmas party, trying to keep things together.

She was fighting off the panic attack, but it was coming upon her when she thought of the things she not only did not want to dobut felt she wasnt qualified for. This was why she was an [Innkeeper]. She wanted to help that poor Yelroan fellow; she needed to find Nanette.

But not like this. Yet Erin knew that if she ran away, if she went back and invented some kind of Spell Soufflshe would only be solving part of her problems. She could not go back to the way things were. Erin stared down at Mrsha, writing on a card as she stood on two legs instead of scampering about. Mrsha had even put on her kilt to go into the city.

She turned to Menolit, and the owner of Liscor Hunted peered at her. When had that even happened? Erin looked at Normen, and he stood where Crimshaw had been, where Wilovan and Ratici had been. Erin closed her eyes.

Yeah.

If she had time to herself, she felt like she could work this out. Unfortunatelyher time was up. Erin had stayed at the Mages Guild too long.

She hadnt realized it, but her being bound to a wheelchair was, in a way, safety. Because it meant she rolled along with an escort and could not move about as freely. The inn was a safe haven in the way only a nigh-impenetrable building with a powerful hidden garden and a Named Adventurer running guard duty could be.

In fact, despite her comments, Chaldion, Niers, and the other individuals Erin knew were part of the reason why people had not been tearing down her front door to meet General Sserys. But she was back, and the consequences were this.

Innkeeper Solstice? Aha!

A panting figure burst through the doors of the Mages Guild, and Normen whirled. Alcaz had his hand on a knife, but neither man drew their weaponsyet. Ser Lormel moved in front of Erin, but the team of five Humans came to a stop.

Who?

Normens sense of danger spiked, although none of the figures were holding a blade. He recognized enchanted artifacts, and the leader had a wicked throwing axe to complement a battleaxe strapped to his back. He wore iron armorsimple, cheapstrong. Perhaps a tad cheap for his level, but his team had invested into their enchanted weapons, which each of them carried. He threw Erin a salute.

Captain Derros of The Axe Brigade. I participated in the raid on the Village of the Dead. Gold-rank team. This is Gaineos, Berob, Camiw, and Zeb.

He introduced the four other teammates. Erin vaguely recalled him from last nights celebrations.

Okay.

Ser, I regret to inform you Miss Solstice is onbusiness. Please allow us our private space. Miss Erinperhaps we should return to the inn? This Yelroan can speak via a [Mage].

Lormel was glancing out the window, catching onto something, but Derros kept speaking as the [Knight] tried to physically screen him.

Miss Erin! Youre the owner of The Wandering Inn, right? I have an opportunity for you.

What? What opportunity?

Derros beamed.

My team is just about to come into a lot of gold as part of our share on the raid. I am prepared to offer you a very handsome sum for a quest. Personalized to my team. Something, oh, that might reward us with a Skill or treasure? I believe you can do itand Im willing to recompense you for something suitable. Just the quest, not even completing it!

Erin Solstice looked at Derros, and there was a stir from around the watchers. Her heart sank, and she saw the first natural conclusion of all of her actions thus far beaming at her.

I dontI cant just give you a quest. Captain Derros? I dont know you.

Ah, but I know the Horns of Hammerad. And Im willing to pay you forwhatever you might offer quest-wise. Not even a <Mythical Quest>! In fact, wed like to start lower. We could trial one of the, uhis it <Rare Quests>? And work our way up. Id love to talk it over. Do you want to eat in one of Invrisils restaurants? Here? We could discuss it, all paid for by us, of course. What do you have in stock?

Erin backed up, and the three men blocked the Gold-rank team. The [Innkeeper] looked exasperated.

I cant just give out the things I may or may not know. It doesnt work like that.

Why not? Do you need a price on it? Uhuhforty thousand gold. For the right quest.

Normens head spun despite himself. Erin Solstice blinked once, then her scowl deepened.

No. I told youI dont know you. You need to be

She struggled for a word.

worthy.

Captain Derross brows shot together. Now he began to look annoyed.

See here, Miss. Were a Gold-rank team. Do we need to prove our worthiness somehow?

No, I meant trustworthy! Ethically worthy! Not a bad person!

We do plenty of charitable cases. Ask anyoneThe Axe Brigade is a long-established team which takes in criminal classes and reforms em. Weve got twenty trainees all ranked Silver and more in Bronze-rank. If you want our history

No! Mrsha, come here. Lets go back to the inn.

Erin tried to back awaybut the Gold-rank team was in the doorway. She was circling around them when a second team burst into the Guild.

Wait! Whatever Derross offering you, we can match it!

Another adventurer that Erin had never met before threw out her hand dramatically. She hadmakeup? No, something closer to exaggerated face-paint, and her clothes were colorful and flashy.

The [Fools] of Fortune have arrived! To bid on a quest!

Mrshas jaw dropped. Derros instantly swung a fist at the [Fool].

You Silver-rank idiots. Get away fromoh shit.

It was a cuffing blow meant to miss, but somehow the woman walked straight into the fist. It sent her sprawling to the ground, and three figures running after her tripped up on her and went sprawling to the ground.

My face! Hes broken my face!

The [Fool] screamed. Derros swore as he reached for a potion.

That was an accident! Dont call the Watch

He was offering the potion when the [Fool] sprang up.

Aha! Acting! I auditioned for the Players of Celum, Miss Solstice! Even a Gold-rank team can be laid low! Give us the chance the Players of Celum never did, I beg you!

She swept a leg, and Derros landed on his back. The [Fool] put a foot on his chest and then fled backwards as The Axe Brigade turned on them.

Erins mouth was still open. Mrsha was applauding her new favorite team. Most of the Mages Guild was chuckling now, watching the chaos. Menolit was whispering to the [Mage] on duty.

Five silver says your guild explodes somehow. Chair, window, entire thing. Give me six-to-one odds. Its good money for you, but Ive wontwice.

Erin backed away from the [Fool], running from Derros and his team as they tried to get to Erin. It was funny for everyone

Except Normen and Alcaz. Lormel too, but he didnt recognize the Fools of Fortune.

Normen did. He recognized folks from the street when they walked in, and this Silver-rank team might not have enchanted blades on par with The Axe Brigadebut Normen was sweating.

Knife-fighters. They could gut you from chin to groin in a flash.

The fucking Parade gangs members. Back off.

Alcaz hissed, his blade half out as he thrust a palm out. One of the [Fools] laughed.

Ohwhoops. Brothers! Shh! Dont alarm the civilians! Were reformed! We quit!

Parade was like the Assassins Guildbut a lot less covert. There was nothing quite as nasty as a bunch of [Fools] laughing and dancing down the street suddenly surrounding you and knifing you two dozen times before pretending youd fallen down. They didnt hold territorygangs hired them to off each other.

Mrsha stopped looking excited and backed off as her sharp ears caught the whispers. The [Fools] and Gold-rank adventurers were still trying to get to Erin.

Out the back doors. This way, Miss Solstice.

Normen didnt even see how Lormel found the back doors, but the [Knight] apparently knew where they were. He blocked off the hall as Erin backed out the door. Normen followed, embarrassed, as Alcaz helped stymie the teams.

Damn it. Once again, Normen was reminded that the Brothers didnt do protection. He really was behind the Thronebearers.

Thanks, Normen. I guess Lyonette was right. I need you guys around. Lets go to the inn.

The adventurers were now trying to get out of the building, but it sounded like they were busy fighting each other.

Summon the Watch!

And that would slow them down more. Normen sighed as he and Erin hurried down a street. The [Innkeeper] could barely go above a fast walkshe looked tired.

Dont pull me, Mrsha! Even with the power of bisque, I cant run! Darn. I wanted to ask Yelroan more questions. Maybe Typhenous for Riverfarm. Lormels actually sort of impressive. Too bad theyre on loan from Calanfer, eh?

Mrsha gave Erin a grudging nod. Normen saw Lormel exit the guild and run after them. He panted to Normen as he caught up.

Your friend, Alcaz, got tangled with the Gold-rank teams. Hes fine

Lormel winced at the loud voices and crashing behind him.

I think. Its just a fistfight.

Erin opened her mouth. But Normen blurted his question in frank disbelief.

How did you get out, Ser Lormel?

Alcaz was a knife-expert, and Lormel waswell, no offense, but without armor, Normen would bet his life savings on his friend every day of the week. Ser Lormel gave Normen a slightly embarrassed smile.

I know when not to raise my fists, sir. A fellow in armor isnt much of a target if he backs away.

A completely different attitude towards the fight. Normen nodded and resolved to work out how to change their methods with Alcaz. They were just heading down main street when the third group caught them.

Horse shit eatin slimes on a corpse pile.

The Brother of Serendipitous Meeting lost his temper. Entirely unprofessional, but Mrshas look of awed respect almost made it worth it. Crimshaw would have cuffed him on the headbut even the older man would have probably said something similar.

Because four [Knights] were headed straight towards them. And one of them was pointing at Erin Solstice.

There she is. Pray thee halt, company! We require an urgent conversation on the manners of knightly affairs!

They were each wearing a different kind of armor. One lookedfast. He was on a horse and had green and cobalt armor. Normen vaguely recognized him as Izrilian.

A second had armor in black and purpleSer Lormel tensed up. Another? Light purple and green. The last was completely different from the other two; he was helmetless, had what looked like a scale and bag of coin on his chest, and he seemed older than the others by far. He also had a bag of holding on prominent display.

The Order of the Clairei Fields of Izril, the fastest Izrilian [Knights]. A member of the Order of the Hydra, and another from the Thirsting Veil of Ailendamus. Lastly? One of the Order of Haegris, a Haggle Knight of Terandria.

A Thronebearer of Calanfer!

The Hydra Knight spotted Ser Lormel, and her imperious tone changed to hostility at once. Lormel cursed. He raised a speaking stone to his lips.

Dalimont, to me! We have a problem[Knights]! Miss Solstice, behind me. Halt! This person is under Calanfers protection and a citizen of Liscor! This is not Terandria!

He held up a hand, and the Hydra [Knight] drew a spiked mace.

It is always a fitting place to battle Ailendamus enemies! I challenge you, Ser Thronebearer!

Dame Thuile. This is not the time for a duel. We are on the affairs of our Orders. Stand down.

The Haggle-Knight spoke sharply, and the woman hesitated. The other figure on foot wearing the black armor of the Thirsting Veil spoke sharply.

As [Knight Captain], I order you to stand down, Dame Thuile. My rank supercedes yours abroad.

Yes, Ser Lotorghast.

The [Knight] lowered her mace, and the four [Knights] approached.

Miss Erin Solstice? We would like to speak to you urgently. I realize this is quite inopportune, but may we have a brief word?

The Haggle-Knight smiled. Erin stared at his chestplate. Mrsha backed behind her as Normen put out an arm.

Back up, sirs and madam. Miss Solstice is busy.

His temper was already up. Normens fingers curled around his clubs hilt. The Hydra Knight recoiled from him.

I espie a brigand of some sorts. My Skill detects it. Stand down, whomever you are.

Ser Solton pinched at the bridge of his nose. But Normen just reached up with his other hand and tore off his hat.

I said, back up or youll find yourself staring at the sky. This is not a moment to test my patience.

His hat was upon the ground. The Clairei Knight knew what that meant and went for his sword. But the Hydra Knight just stared at Normenthen she went for her mace.

She was fast. They both came up with mace and club as fast. Normen swung.

[Brutes Swing]. A blow like someone swinging a bat, straight for the face. The [Knight] shoved an arm up and knocked his swing wide. She slid in, as if she were skating across ice.

[Shoulder Rams Charge]. Normen ate it as he tried to move back, stumbling. He stepped in with a roar.

[Flash Blow]! His club smacked the knight across the head, and she stumbled. The faintest of dents

Then her mace swung into his side, blindingly fast. Normen felt a blinding surge of pain.

[Willows Counter].

He was down and trying to get up when she pointed at him.

[The Defeated Lie Still].

She wasover Level 30. Even without the armor, there was a cut to her moves from the way shed shoulder-charged into him like that to start the fight.

Hed never seen a [Knight] do that, nor use a counter-Skill. He didnt think they had that. Even the Clairei Knight looked astonished.

Dame Thuile. Enough.

The Thirsting Veil Knight looked upset at his impetuous comrades actions. He turnedand Ser Lormel was hurrying Erin down the street.

Halt!

Thuile charged after Lormel, clearly hoping hed turn and fight. The Thronebearer whirled around. He raised his shieldand then began slamming the hilt of his sword into it.

Help! Rogue [Knights] on the streets! Summon the Watch!

Oh dead gods.

Ser Solton moaned. Ser Lormel backed up, still shouting, as the [Knights] halted. Normen, lying still, unable to move, saw Dame Thuile hesitate. Lormel backed up, the perfect choice to block the [Knights] while he got his ward to safety and the Watch stopped them.

Unfortunately, he made one mistake. Hed stopped dragging Erin away. The [Knights] were trying to call out this was all a mistake when Dame Thuile swore.

Ser Lotorghast!

She flipped her mace up and deflected the spinning frying pan. It clattered to the ground, and Ser Solton stared at it.

Is that a frying pan?

My arm!

Erin Solstice screamed as she grabbed at it. Then she pulled a glowing green jar out of her bag of holding.

Let go of Normen or Ill melt your faces.

Normen really, really hoped she didnt throw that. The [Knights] froze.

Did anyone elses [Dangersense] just go off? I think were getting off to the wrong start.

The Clairei Knight spoke nervously. Dame Thuile raised her shieldright as a squad of [Guards] came skidding around the corner. She whirled as a Drake came barreling at her.

Relc kiiiiiiickoh shit.

He broke off the kick, dodged back as she whirled the mace at him. The Thirsting Veil Knight looked at Relc, the Watch, and then did two things. He kicked Dame Thuile in the back of the knees so she went over and raised his hands.

Enough! This is a mistake. We yield. Let us talk civilly, and if you say one more word, Dame Thuile, I will have you shipped back to Ailendamus in a rowboat.

His voice was authoritative enough to stop everyone for a second. The [Guards] halted, and even Relc lowered his spear as Normen felt Thuiles Skill on him break. Dame Thuile froze, and the [Knight Captain] removed his helmet as Erin approached, still waving the jar of acid.

I apologize to the Watch of this city, as well as the Thronebearer of Calanfer and you, Miss Solstice. And to yourprotector.

He eyed Normen as the Brother scrambled up. Normen looked at the other [Knight] and, head lowered, fell back behind Erin.

Who are you and why are you after me?

Erin demanded hotly as the adventurers who had been after her caught up, saw the Watch, and decided to make a tactical retreat. It was Ser Solton who replied.

We are the [Knights] who wereformerlypart of the Chandrarian crusade against Khelt, Miss Solstice. We were also present at the Meeting of Tribes and have ridden north at best speed to make it to Liscor. Some of us are heading home. Others

He nodded to the Knight of the Clairei Fields.

Have joined us on this mission of diplomacy.

He glared at Dame Thuile.

The Order of the Hydra does not act for all of us. Our young associate is impetuous, and we will pay any fines necessary.

Ooh. Good. Fines. Hey, someone tell Watch Captain Z to levy a bunch of fines!

Relc rubbed his claws. Ser Solton turned to Erin.

Miss Solstice. Would you please lower thatweapon? We have, in fact, only come here to approach you about a certain matter of [Knights] that we thought you could answer.

Me? Knights? Normen, are you alright?

Nothings broken. A days rest will do me good, Miss Erin. Sorry to let you down.

The Brother muttered. Erin glanced at him and glowered, but Ser Solton offered a healing potion and his bag of holding.

We will repay any injuries, Miss Solstice. Ailendamus and Calanfer are at war. Dame Thuile was acting as most [Knights] do. On Terandria.

He sighed.

I am just going to say this before were arrested or cause more trouble. Innkeeper Erin Solstice. Do you know or are you a member or associate of the Order of the Solstice, of whose members include the renowned Ser Solstice, the Goblin Slayer of Izril and Lightheralds replacement in the Dawn Concordats war with Ailendamus? We would dearly like to meet a new Knight-Order and inquire into some of their codes of conduct regarding chivalry in battle and their inception as an Order.

And then it came full circle. Ceria Springwalker skidded to a halt with the other three Thronebearers, Lyonette, and a very wrathful Numbtongue. She stared at the four [Knights] and recognized Dame Thuile from the boat.

Dame Thuile, of the Order of the Hydra, who had had contact with the famous Ser Solstice of Izril and heard tales of the Order of Solstice.

Ailendamus spy networks werent incompetent. You heard Solstice, checked on the few people who had that as a name, and found an [Innkeeper] who was also connected to the Walled Cities and a lot of strange events. Perhaps it wouldnt have been such a big deal except for Rabbiteater hobgoblining around with [Princesses] and defeating the Dame of the Hills.

And perhaps it wouldnt have gotten to this part but for a half-Elf assuring Dame Thuile the Order of the Solstice existed. Yvlon grabbed Cerias pointed ear.

Do you see what youve done? Your words have consequences!

Ceria eyed Erin Solstice, whose mouth was wide open in confusion. She grinned without a hint of regret.

Yeah, but not for me. Dibs on the closest viewing seat. This is going to be great.

Fifteen minutes later, Erin sat in the inn with a bunch of advisors.

Lyonette du Marquin and Numbtongue, to be exact. Normen watched them as he hovered near their table, feeling about as useful as a bug.

The four [Knights] were all waiting, talking, as Ser Solton investigated the weights room and Dame Thuile received a loud dressing-down from her comrade in the Thirsting Veil. The Clairei Knight just kept staring at Numbtongue, but Erin was cloaked in privacy spells. Mostly because her advisors needed to hammer a few things into her head.

No matter what, you cannot say that Rabbiteater is a Goblin, Erin. You will get him killed. It will be a scandal for the Order of Seasons, Calanfer, and us. Just tell them enough to get them to leave. Sayyou know Rabbiteaterbut say Ser Solstice!and that you have no idea about an order.

Dont say Goblin.

Numbtongue nodded and poked Erin from the other side. She swatted at him.

Im not an idiot, you two! But why the Order of Solstice?

I dont know. Yvlon says its Cerias fault, and if so, Ill have it out with her. But just lie to them.

They can tell Im lying, though. I bet they have truth spells.

Lyonette rolled her eyes.

So? Then they know youre lying about something. Tell them nothing. Say nothing about Rabbiteater being a Goblin and they just know youre lying.

Dont say hes not a Goblin either or theyll know thats a lie. Dont be stupid.

Argh! Enough! Ive got this!

Erin threw up her hands. She chased the other two away and then sat there, glowering at the [Knights]. She didnt leave the privacy field. Instead, she glanced around.

Normen, you sure youre okay?

Just my pride, Miss Solstice. Im glad Ser Lormel was there. Now theres a fellow who can do his damn job.

The Brother sat at the table. Erin looked at him, then glared at Dame Thuile. The Hydra Knight had removed her helmet. Her hair was deep brown, and her skin was darker stillbut crossed by a number of scars on her face. They looked like big talon wounds. Orsomeone with claws?

Erin stuck out her tongue, and Thuile looked astonished at the levels of childishness. But thenshe hadnt seen Mrsha pouring pepper spice into the drink she was about to be served. Ishkr didnt even stop Mrsha.

All Ive gotta do is lie to cover for Rabbiteater. Simple. This day sucks. Its way toobusy. And I feel like Im getting nothing done. Im sorry you got hurt, Normen.

Its my job, Miss Erin.

She glanced at him sideways as she rested her chin in her hands.

You can call me Erin, you know.

Dame Thuile had finished being dressed down, and the other [Knights] were waiting for Erin. Her annoyed colleague in the Thirsting Veil was relaxingjust in time for Thuile to take a gulp of ale and spray it all over his armor.

That made Erin smile. Normen too. Alcaz was nursing a cut lip with a drink of his own, and he had earned it. Normen

I think Id best leave the guarding to the [Knights], Miss Erin. Im no good here. You can count on me to throw a few drunks out, but Im no Crimshaw.

Erin looked up slowly.

Crimshaw. I know him, dont I? Hewhat happened to him? I dont remember

The guilt in her eyes was almost a good thing. Normen shook his head, smiling despite himself.

You couldnt remember. Hewas caught up when a bunch of idiots attacked the inn. After you got shot.

Oh. Im sorry. Was he your friend?

Sort of. More likea mentor. Thats how you get into the Brothers. Someone guarantees youre the right sort, and you live up to that. Any big mistakes are on them, and they show you how thingsre done. Crimshaw was mine. Its why I wanted to stay. And a fat lot of good Ive done.

Normen stared at his hands. Erin patted him on the shoulder.

Its not your fault. Look at those [Knights]. Theyve got armor, and Lyonette thinks theyre all important ones since they went on the crusade against Fetohep. Which was a bad idea, because he has, likesuper-spells he could blast you with.

It was all true, but the Brother didnt feel better.

Its kind of you to say, Miss Erin. I just wish I could be moreve a help. Maybe Ill do some work waiting tables.

No. Youre great. You can guard the inn and

Normen shook his head.

I cant make sure youre safe, Miss Erin. I just cant. You know it, I know it. I cant even go through civilized roads and find whomever youre looking for in Riverfarm.

Nanette? No, I get ityoud want an escort.

Normen smiled bleakly.

If I was Wilovan or even Crimshaw, Id do it. In a heartbeat. An adventure like that, a small one for a good thing? I just dont want tosee what happens if I fail. Id go down to help them Gnolls too, but four baby Crelersd do me in. Im afraid Im not the good sort, Miss Erin. That lot is. I know you dont want to impose, but theyre the real ones.

He nodded at Ceria, being scolded by Yvlon. Ksmvr was tugging on her other ear gently, and Pisces was staring daggers at the two [Knights] from Ailendamus. Erin looked at Normen, and her sympathy turned to

Anger? No, outrage. She grabbed his arm as he turned.

Dont say that. You went into a war after Mrsha for me, and you didnt have to do that. YouRasktooth, Infinitypear? Even Ulvama? Youre all heroes. All shes got is a set of armor.

She jabbed a finger at Thuile, who watched Erin warily. Erin stomped over to the edge of the ward spells.

All youve got is some fancy, stupid armor! Yeah, you heard me!

She waved her hands and sat back. Normen coughed.

Shes also better than me without armor, Miss Erin.

Oh. Wellshes got fancy training! If you had those things, youd, uh, be at least as good as she is! Twice as good!

Normen considered this might actually be true. But so what? Erin just stared at the [Knights.]

Rabbiteaters the Goblin Slayer of Izril. Ser Solsticethe Order of the Solstice. Thatsnice.

She rested a chin on her hand, looking thoughtful.

Nevermind that hes in trouble. Look at him. My [Champion]. And they dont even know hes a Goblin. I wonder if he wants to come back to Izril? I want to help himif he needs help. Nah, I just want to hug him.

She looked proud. Proud and thoughtful. Erin glanced at Normen. Then she stared ahead thoughtfully.

Ive been a bit embarrassing today, Normen.

Its all company at the bar today, Miss Solstice. I havent done well myself.

Normen saw Erins lips quirk, but then she shook her head.

I hate doing things like this. ReallyI do. Its souncertain. Dyou know why I like chess? Chess has a lot of variables, and you have to think ahead. But no one dies if I mess up a chess game. Its all just pride and scores. Thats okay. This?

She looked morosely at him.

If Id have known the Horns would go into the Village of the Dead for me, IdI wouldnt have lived with myself if they died. I dont want to get you killed or ask someone to die for me. Even if its people I dont know via Niers.

Normen looked around. He spotted a Drake sitting at a table with one gemstone eye flashing. Chaldion might have been trying to read their lips, but Palt had been running interference, and the Drake looked annoyed.

Possibly hurt by Erins comments this evening. The [Innkeeper] sighed, and Normen tipped his hat.

Its a decision we can all make. Myself, Alcazwere ready for the call. Not eager, but if its the right reason, its why Crimshaw stayed. He could have run. He knew how to get out of any scrape, but he didnt. Sometimes, Miss Erin. Things are worth putting down your hat for.

Erins eyes shimmered as she met Normens gaze. She wiped her eyes.

Youand thats what they told me. They told me, when I didnt want to do this. Yep. Even if I dont want ityoull all do it yourselves. Ive got crazy adventurers, and Im going to get into trouble.

Who said what?

The [Innkeeper] found a handkerchief and blew her nose.

Ohghosts. Alright. I guessIve got to do this.

She stood up and glanced at Normen. He shifted uneasily, because Erins eyes looked straight at him.

She didnt see a man in a hat. Nor a Brother. He had the feeling she was looking straight at him and seeing something even he couldnt in a mirror. It was unnerving and intoxicating. Why he wanted to be here.

Because she saw something more than a criminal on the streets. The Gentlemen Callers, the BrothersErin whispered.

Normen. I have an idea. Stick by me, would you? You dont have to agree, but hear me out?

His hat was on the table. Normen put it on and adjusted it.

Always. What am I doing?

Erin Solstice looked around, and her eyes alit on someone as the [Knights] waited for her. She pointed, and the figure rose uncertainly.

First? Get me Ser Lormel.

It was safe to say this was probably being broadcast, recorded, or watched in some way. The inn had guests, from Menolit to newcomers, and the [Knights] would report home. Even if Wistram News Network were not in this roomthis would be news.

Moreover, it was also safe to assume that the inquiry from the four [Knights] was hostile to Rabbiteater in some way. Ser Solton and the Clairei Fields representative were more neutral parties, but two from Ailendamus?

If the Order of Solstice did not, in fact, exist, or if it were scandalous, it could reflect poorly on the Goblin Slayer abroad. At the very least, it was knightly-politics.

Knight-Captain Lotorghast didnt even pretend, to his credit.

A new Order of [Knights] is no light thing, Miss Solstice, hence our concern. Even new orders, like the Knights of the Petal in service to House Walchas, required substantial representation, as well as the credentials of the esteemed [Chevalier]. One cannot claim representation in an unofficial order.

But Ser Solstice is a [Knight]. I dont see the problem.

Erin pointed out reasonably. Lotorghast nodded.

That is not under question. A [Knight] is a [Knight], even if some Orders would take issue with such a simplistic analysiswe are not so fastidious. We would simply like to know if the Order of Solstice exists.

And meet with their membership. Peaceably. Againthis is all a huge misunderstanding.

Ser Solton added. Erin sort of liked him. Not only was he intelligent enough to try bribing Mrsha with some of his loaded baked potato, he had checked his drink after Dame Thuiles mishap.

Erin frowned as Ser Lormel stood there, backing her up as a member of the Thronebearers. Lyonette watched anxiously.

Please dont say anything stupid. Please dont say anything

The Order of Solstice? It totally exists. Ser Solstice, umtakes his name from the order! Anonymity and stuff. Im not affiliated with the order per se, but I guess they liked my name? Im likea friend of the order. Which exists.

All four [Knights] exchanged a look. They all had truth spells of some kind, as a [Knight] might well encounter trouble on their affairs abroad if they could not take people at their word. The problem was

Erins statements werent entirely false. Not one thing shed said was falseeven that last part.

The Order of Solstice does exist? Impossible. I have a fifteen gold bet that half-Elf made it up!

Ser Solton jerked a thumb at Ceria. He really wasnt a fool. But the [Innkeeper] folded her arms.

No, it totally exists. Maybe it wasnt, uh, properly recognized, but Im recognizing it now. Bam. Order of Solstice, [Knights] of Izril. Sworn to protect the innocent and kick people they dont like.

Lyonette looked at Erin in horror. That wasnt what Erin was supposed to say! Knight-Captain Lotorghast forestalled Thuiles outburst, and the Clairei Knight spoke.

He was actually white-haired with age, he was so old, but he was fairly polite.

Miss Solstice. You cannot simply instate a Knight-Order. I have noprejudices against a [Knight] who appears naturally by his conduct. Its simply a matter of falsely claiming membership, which is in and of itself no great crime. There are brilliant [Knights] who gain their class without any membership such as Ylawes Byres, whom I believe you know?

Brilliant. Ylawes. I get what youre saying, but Im telling youthe Order of Solstice exists! Im making it exist!

Erin waved her hands. The [Knights] tried to smile at the silly [Innkeeper]. A few covert scrying mirrors zoomed in on Erin for their viewers.

Miss Solstice. You would have to have proper representation, the authority to claim all this. There are rules. A Knight-Order is more than a name. For instance, one cannot be a [Grandmaster Knight] without being part of an order. To start a chapter, why, youd need at least a few [Knights] as members. Not one.

Erin Solstices eyes glinted. Normen was watching everything, and he saw the silly look in Erins hazel gaze vanish suddenly. The other [Knights] didnt notice, save for Ser Solton, who looked up sharply and then around.

Oh, but the Order of Solstice does have multiple [Knight] members. It has three, and threes all you need.

Ridiculous. Ser Lotorghast, this [Innkeeper] is clearly bluffing.

The younger [Knight] shot to her feet, but the Thirsting Veil Knight held up a hand.

Then why is my truth spell only flickering, Dame Thuile? I agree, this is all very unusual. Miss Erin Solstice, I am noThronebearer of Calanfer. I do not know knightly customs, but even I am aware that a Knight-Order requires at least a hundred [Knights] of pre-existing class to be convened. Moreover, even if you try to create a Knight Order, Ser Solstice still lied, albeit in a minor way, when he claimed to be part of a Knight-Order.

Erin Solstices smile was bland. As bland as Crimshaw who bought a drink for a fellow a few minutes before he shoved the glass pieces up the other fellows nose. The [Knights] saw her look around, and then the air changed.

Thats what you think, is it, Ser Lotorghast? My, my. I guess you guys really arent old enough to remember the rules.

Her eyes flickered, and they were suddenlyuncannilysharp. Precise, as if she was zeroed-in on a target. As if she knew

Everything.

The [Knights] hesitated. Erin Solstice looked up at the ceiling and then spoke, reciting something from memory.

Regarding the issue of Ser Solstice representing himself as part of a Knight-Orderhe did not lie. He was a [Knight] because he was a [Knight]. And he got to claim being Ser Solstice and call his Order that because he was declaring his Intention of Familiarity to form a Knightly Order.

How do you know about the

The Clairei Knight started. Lyonettes jaw dropped along with half of the inns, but Erin held up a hand.

All of this is correct and fair under the codes of chivalrous statements.

The four [Knights] had not come prepared for a showdown in knightly-culture. They turned to Ser Solton, and the Haggle-Knight hesitated, searching his own memory.

Truebut that would require at least one other [Knight] having expressed interest in the same causes. Intention of Familiarity implies multiple [Knights], at least two, wishing to create an Order.

Erin raised one finger.

There was another.

Oh, come now. Who? Ylawes Byres was never

The Clairei Knight fell silent. Lyonette looked up suddenly. There was only one person she could think of. And Erin

She wouldnt forget. Mrsha stopped trying to glue Thuiles feet to the floor with a paste Octavia had given her. She looked up, and her eyes shone. Erin spoke slowly.

Brunkr Silverfang was knighted at this very inn. He was the first Silverfang [Knight] in living memory. He wished to join a Knight-Order and was denied by the ones he applied to in the north. He is, posthumously, the first [Knight] of Solstice.

Every Gnoll in the inn turned to Erin. She looked around, and a few figures tried to hide the scrying orb.

Terandrian Events, a live broadcast on their channel, saw the [Innkeeper] staring straight at them.

Be sure to write this down. I, Erin Solstice, am formally declaring the Intent Valoris to form a Knight Order. It was already declared by two [Knights], and it will be formally recognized when enough members have declared their intention to be recognized as part of the order.

Two out of a hundred?

Dame Thuile spluttered. Erin shot back.

No. Two out of five. Only five members are needed.

Ridiculous! A hundred is

Terandrian law. I am declaring the Order of Solstice a crusade-chapter. Based in Chandrar, but well move it to Izril. One of its members is already on Terandria, and the others will not stay at a headquarters.

Dame Thuile just looked at Erin. She didnt even know what that meant, and even Ser Solton was confused. Then Ser Sest gasped.

Eternal Throne! Thats what she means! Shes invoking the Order via crusade law!

Crusade law?

The Clairei Knight looked bewildered, but Ser Lormel, one of the experts in all things not related to combat, explained to a fascinated audience.

Ser Lotorghast is correct and incorrect that a Knight Order requires a hundred members to form in Terandria. That bar was actually raised after the Order of the Hydra was formed. But the authority of [Knights] in Terandria, is, well, Terandrian. The number is less in Izril, hence the Knights of the Petal containing far fewer members when they were incepted.

Ser Sest nodded, taking up the explanation with visible excitement.

Meaning that unlike Terandria, where the bar was raised to two hundred independent [Knight-Errants] or [Knights] of other orders, or Izril or Baleros or Rhir, where different dispensation was needed, Chandrar maintained that only enough [Knights] in good standing needed to pledge to form an Order as there were Shield Kingdoms. Symbolically, that was still dozens in antiquity. Now?

Ser Solton spoke slowly.

Four. Plus one leadership role.

Erins eyes glittered as all the other [Knights] turned to her. Thuile was protesting.

You cannot invoke a Chandrarian chapter of [Knights]! You are on Izril.

So? A [Knight] Order can be convened anywhere with enough authority.

You are not affiliated with Chandrar! I happen to know a crusade is more than a word. I was just part of one!

Thuile hammered a fist on the table, flushing with outrage. Erin Solstice put her hands on the table.

Oh yeah? Well, I was friends with a number of [Knights] of Chandrar. Virtue Familaris allows me to invoke the crusade.

Thats ridiculous! You cant call a crusade! Thats not

Erins eyes stilled Thuiles tongue in her mouth.

Not on Terandria. Not now. In the old days, when [Paladins] were an arm of [Knights], it was fair. The Crusaders of the Dawn Patrol were founded by a dozen [Knights] determined to fight against fangs in the darkness. They became so famous they fought across Rhir and every continent in existence. My friends are [Knights] of Chandrar. They are deadbut dont you dare deny they were [Knights].

The truth spells shone bright and clear with honesty as Erin jabbed a finger at Thuile, who leaned back each time.

Who are they?

Erin turned and fixed Lotorghast with a stare.

You dont get to know their names. Not right now. You came here demanding to call Ser Solstice a fake. Well, he has all the requirements to declare hes part of an Order, and once three more [Knights] join, it will be real.

You have no headquarters, no armory, no squires nor livery nor anything else. An Order in name is but an idea, Miss Solstice.

Ser Solton spoke kindly, but thoughtfully. Erin gestured around the inn.

This is all the base theyll need. Drinks are free for members of the Order of Solstice. As for an armorythey can buy armor. Weapons. ActuallyMrsha, didnt you say you knew someone who made that Demas Metal stuff? Lets get a suit of armor and ship it all the way to Terandria!

Mrsha hesitated. Could she get Mrell to? Yeah, she nodded thoughtfully.

She could probably do that. And itd be one of the few actually useful things that he did. The [Knights] were hesitating, but now Erin was aglow.

Literally. She clenched her fists as pink fire burned on her palms. Glory. She was lyingbut with the truth.

Bird realized how deep his class was as he beheld a master at work. A real, true genius did not lie, but made lies a reality.

It seems that the Order of Solstice is more legitimate than we thought. If still unrealized. We withdraw our complaint, Miss Solstice. Although I would still like to note that the Order of Solstices current, single member is somewhat dishonorable in how he conducts warfare.

Ser Lotorghast spoke up at last. Thuile was astounded, but Erin just folded her arms.

But he wins. Oh. And one more thingIm not doing this just to be cute.

She pointed at her own scowling face. Ser Soltons brows were in his receding hairline.

Perish the thought. Are you planning on recruiting more [Knights]? This Ser Ylawes, perhaps?

Yvlon choked on her drink at the idea of Rabbiteater and Ylawes being fellow [Knights]. Erin pursed her lips.

If he wants to apply, well consider it. But no. These [Knights] will do what they want. But some of themsome of them have causes here and abroad theyll fight for. Tell mewhat do you call someone who works for little to no pay, risks their life for something important, and is an expert, enough to make a difference wherever they go?

She looked around the inn, and Mrsha was reminded of their conversation in the Mages Guild. A few guests called out. Relc raised a claw.

A smart [Mercenary]? Oh wait, they dont exist.

Captain Todi.

Gold-rank adventurers?

Menolit raised his claw.

Stupid Humans?

He got a laugh. Erin Solstice raised her brows. She turned back to the four figures sitting across from her, and Ser Solton saluted her.

[Knights], madam Solstice. [Knights].

Then, a figure sitting almost forgotten behind the commotion and excitement felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Those shining eyes turned across the room, and a plain man in a cap, a ruffian of little-good repute turned from glancing out the window for threats as Erin Solstice looked his way.

Yes. [Knights]. If anyone wants to join, Im willing to accept them. Knight Orders didnt always just take [Knights], you know. They took [Crusaders] and [Paladins], [Chevaliers] and more. Even [Mages]. But a [Knight]is an honorable person. A good man. Its a class upgrade for most. And Ill make sure anyone who joins gets a suit of armor.

She looked at Normen, and Dame Thuile stood.

That is a brigand. A criminal. I know this. This entire event is riddled with unvalorous statement and intent!

Erin Solstice turned to the Hydra Knight. She smiled at Dame Thuile.

You are speaking to one of my employees. Normen was part of one of the most famously honorable organizations in all of Izril. Isnt that right, Mister Knight?

The Clairei Knight looked like he was about to swallow his tongue.

Tosome sensibilitiesthat statement is broadly correct. You cannot be seriously saying you are going to knight someone?

Erin Solstice pushed herself up. She turned to Normen, and the Brother froze in his seat. He stared at her as Erin smiled his way.

That depends on what he wants to be.

Sorry for springing it on you. You can say no, if you want. You can also quit being a [Knight]. Its not forever.

Ser Sest looked like he was about to faint at Erins words. Normen? But for Alcaz patting him on the shoulder, he thought he might swoon over, and since Mrsha was standing next to him, he doubted hed be caught.

Erin, this is insane! How did you know all that? Did you learn it when you were dead?

Drassi had come barreling through the door upon hearing the story. Ceria, Yvloneveryone was gathered around Erin as the [Knights] watched and Thuile had a breakdown in public. Erin glanced at Lyonette with that knowing lookthen an impish smile crossed her face. She flapped one hand dismissively.

Nope! I asked Ser Lormel if there were weird [Knight]-laws and traditions. Old stuff has all kinds of stupid rules. You should read up on them some time. I used to do it all night long when I was bored.

What?

The [Innkeeper] grinned mischievously.

I was pretty sure I could fulfill a lot of the requirements, but it was all Lormels knowledge.

The Thronebearer executed a smooth bow, a pleased smile on his face.

Never face a Thronebearer anywhere but the field, I believe its said. A privilege to serve.

Lyonette looked like she was ready to kill Lormel, but Erin turned to her.

Lyonette, can you make Normen a [Knight]? If he wants to?

Me?

The [Princess] froze, and Normens heart leapt in his chest. He looked at Erin and then at Alcaz. His friend was giving him a wide-eyed look.

A [Knight]. Him? The Brothers often politely ribbed the few in Izril, or mugged them, butNormen imagined himself riding around in a suit of armor. Would he speak in thees and thous?

Orhe looked at Erin, and she spoke.

It wouldnt be like a normal [Knight]. You need training. And armor. Demas Metal or at least steel. Pelt can forge a set. A lot of the time might just be here. But if I need something, if I think you can helpitd be like resting at the inn and then going on adventures. Do you think youd enjoy that life, Normen?

Slowly, he took his hat from his head and stared at it. Normen looked at Erin, then at Alcaz. He wondered where Pivr was. He had resigned himself to perhaps seeing the strange Flying Antinium seldom. But he had wanted to see those Hives.

He wanted to go to the new lands of Izril. A Brother couldnt hope to survive those journeys. Not even Wilovan.

But in a suit of armorNormen whispered.

I dont know as Id mind, Miss Solstice. If I could gain the class.

You can. Lyonette?

The [Princess] tried to hide her expression, but everyone saw the reservations on her face. She didnt have to respondDame Ushar cut in swiftly.

Lyonette cannot knight anyone, Miss Solstice.

But Brunkr

The female Thronebearer spoke carefully.

If Lyonette acted inanonymity, that is one thing. Right now, she is a noted and recognized individual, even if her exact class is not on display. Anyone would be considered a Thronebearer of Calanfer. And as she has not the permission of the throne

She looked at Normen, and he bowed his head. He would doubt his candidacy too.

Erin Solstices eyes narrowed slowly. She stared Ushar down, and the Thronebearer refused to give way. The [Innkeeper] took a breath and spoke.

Fine. In that caseIll do it myself. Normen. Do you want to be a [Knight]?

She turned, and the Brother stood, looking down at her, because yes, she was shorter. But he felt like he was looking up at someone staring at him with two burning flames behind her eyes.

Like a ruler of Khelt, perhaps. Or just a strange [Magical Innkeeper]. Slowly, he closed his eyes, then opened them and nodded.

If

His voice caught. With his helplessness. With desire, with a boys dream of being more than a piece of filth on the street who had to steal. With the crooked honor of a Brother who lied to himself that he wasnt the worst in the world, that he might sleep.

If you think I could truly be one.

For answer, Erin Solstice turned and found Bird, standing there among the crowd. She walked over and patted Birds shoulder.

I knew a Knight. Long before Ylawes. He didnt have the class, but I thoughthe could have been one. He was an Antinium. Who you are doesnt matter. If you are a [Knight], you are a [Knight]. Rabbiteater is a [Knight]. Normen. You can gain the class. Do you want to?

Every Brother of Serendipitous Meetings in the world would later listen to those words, or the meaning. They would look up and think, even Wilovan and Ratici. For Normen Callesn slowly put his hat on his head and nodded to Erin as he tugged it straight.

It would be an honor.

So she took him out of the common room of the inn, but not out of the inn itself. Erin Solstice walked up, slowly, through a garden, taking her time because she was still weak.

But she walkedup a hill with glowing Sages Grass and yellow, brilliant and terrible flowers. Past a napping bee who crawled out to see what the fuss was about.

Up a hill, into the mist and statues. Normen had only been there once before, to her grave. He had felthe didnt have the right.

Someone was waiting for him there. More than just one person, but it was Crimshaw that Normen saw first. He stood idly, slouched to one side, as if he had been waiting for a while. But almost like he knew why he was here.

Those stone eyes found Normen as Erin Solstice accepted a sword that gleamed like red crystal from a Hobgoblin. She held it awkwardly and put the tip in the grass as she spoke, leaning on it slightly for support.

Four [Knights] watched from below, in disbelief, confusion, acceptance, and awe, as she spoke. The Thronebearers lined the edge of the hill as more guests watched from below. Erins voice carried to them in the breeze.

They gathered, faces turned up, like a memory. Moore looked up and remembered a frozen bier. The rage and despair that had haunted himand now filled his veins like poison?

Calm down.

Seborn took Moores arm gently, and the half-Giant started. He unclenched his fists. He saw Mrsha turn and wave down at him, and he found a smile as he lifted his hand. Ulinde took Moores other hand, and though she wore a corpses body, the Selphids grip was reassuring to the half-Giant.

A loud sniff made the Halfseekers look over. Jelaqua was already crying again. This time, she was joined by Drassi, who was trying to speak to a camera-Gnoll.

Jelaqua, stop crying. T-this is Drassi, reporting to you live

She was allowed to be here. The people at the doorway were pressed up, demanding to be let in, pleading. Klbkch came to a stop with Relc and looked up. Grand Strategist Chaldion glanced at him, and the Slayer regarded one of the leaders of the Drakes.

They both turned and looked up, higher, as the sunlight from an autumn sky filtered down through the domes center. Yet both Chaldion and Klbkch stayed where they were. Relc walked higher, and he found his boots crushing the soft grass. So he paused for a second and took them off.

The statues on the hill waited for him, like everyone. The most frightening and beautiful things of the garden. They stood for each person who knew them. Bird came to a halt and put a little flower behind the antennae of one of the Antinium. Then he pointed.

See? Someone else wants your name, Knight. It was a good one.

This was the place for such a moment. The air was still, but it hummed with expectation. RegretsErin looked at the statues, and she knew all of them.

Numbtongue stood next to Shorthilt and Headscratcher. Watching. If only there had been six Hobs. Six hundred.

A lifetime of regrets. A memorial. Erin stared at Numbtongue, and he nodded. For this moment might mean one less statue. They could only dream.

The voices, the people talking, all were a kind of background to the heart of a storm. A hurricane of gazes and desire and expectation, swirling around a calm void where the man knelt in the grass. Normen felt as though each second took an eternity and passed in a flash as he and Erin looked at each other.

An [Immortal Moment]. Enough so that the odd apron, her weak muscles, the entourage of a grinning Hob, a silly Gnoll girl with a bee on her head, and all the others felt grander.

Erin was burning. It was in the pupils of her eyes. Pink flame in one, and something else in the other.

Gloryand a second fire, slowly breathing itself into existence. Light green, like the open fields of the Great Plains. The endless horizon. But something else as well.

A Goblins smile. A figure in armor. The flash of green, holding a shield.

Flame like a Goblins honor. Burning bright. The [Innkeeper] spoke softly.

Normen Callesn. I am no [Princess]. Nor am I royalty in any class.

Lyonette started guiltily, but Erin went on without looking around.

We dont need such titles. Nor do [Knights] need a throne. They are traditionally associated with such things right now, but the old ways knew times when all that there was were memories. Shattered thrones. Dark skies and no kingdoms. A [Knight] is an idea. It is honor and duty and valor. It is a calling and a responsibility. In the ways of the oldest [Knights], I ask if you are willing to be a guardian of those in need. A protector of the small.

Her smile was slight as she uttered a kind of heresy for the Terandrians. An idea for everyone else. Especially the Antinium and other peoples who watched.

The four [Knights] from farther lands could have objected here. Ruined the dignity of this moment. Protested with word, if not deed in this hallowed ground.

But they couldnt. Not even Dame Thuile. They looked upand the [Innkeeper] stood there, flanked by ghosts. Nothe Hydra Knights eyes widened.

Statues?

They were different for each person. You saw only the ones you knew, most of the time. Some people saw nothing.

For a second, Thuile saw a gathering of figures upon that hill. Proud [Knights], their bodies stitched together, Garuda who flew through the skies. Even a Djinni with a helm.

Ghosts,in the company of an [Innkeeper]. Try as she might, Thuile could not make herself climb that hill and interrupt. The statues were just that. But she feared to interrupt their silence. As if they might come alive and judge her. They gave weight to every word the [Innkeeper] spoke, and the Hydra Knight put her head down andlistened.

The Brother was speaking haltingly. Terror was in every word. Not a terror of death, but something else. Failure. His head rose, and his hands clenched helplessly as he met the [Innkeeper]s eyes.

II am willing. I fear Ill fail, though, as it were. And that would be a disgrace.

Normen blushed at his poor response. He hung his head, but Erin waited until it came back up, searching.

Everyone fails, Normen. The question iscan you try? Can you try and stand alone against a thousand foes? Will you run when you stand before monsters?

He knew the answer to this one. Normen stared at Crimshaw, and his chin rose.

I can stand until I fall forever. No. I would never run.

The young woman nodded. And if you looked at her, maybe you saw how it was done. A weary warrior, bleeding on a battlefield, raising a sword before one who was worthy. That was all it took.

Ser Lormel, Ser Sest, Dame Ushar, and Ser Dalimont looked at Normen as Erin spoke, and they began to see it.

Normen. Have you lived a life of honor?

Ivetried. I truly have. Ive done things I wasnt proud of, but there was always a line. There were rules. Or else I was a beast.

The Brother of Serendipitous Meetings whispered. Erin nodded. Slowly, she lifted the sword.

No matter what you do. Or where you gowill you vow to stay true to a dream? A dream of honesty, of doing what is right? Even if that dream drowns, will you reach down and lift it up? Will you fight when you must, and protect what you can? Will you be a Knight of the Order of Solstice?

Normen looked up. He hesitated, and then his lips moved and a dry tongue tried to speak, for a second.

The [Innkeeper] waited, and across the world, a watching Hobgoblin wearing armor spoke. He spoke with a laugh of joy and said the same thing as the Brotherhis brother in arms.

I swear.

Erin Solstice brought the flat of the crystal blade on Normens shoulder and tapped him on both sides. She managed not to decapitate him with the razor-sharp blade, then she gave it to Numbtongue and threw her arms around Normen.

There was no flash of light, no thundersave for the sigh that came from every lip. They gazed at Erin Solstice and began to stir, dreamers in a waking vision coming back to life. Erin Solstice embraced Normen fiercely and spoke as she let go.

There. Its done.

Are you sure? Does anyone have [Appraise]?

Mrshas flying kick of rage made Thuile stumble and go tumbling down the hill. Erin whirled around.

If anyone doubts Normenstep up. A [Knight] is a [Knight]!

There was no doubt in her eyes, and somehow, Normen didnt doubt it himself. He looked up at her and rose, slowly. He felt lighter, not heavier. He felt as if he could run a hundred miles and lift five hundred poundsokay, maybe three hundred.

I wont forget this, Miss Solstice. Ever. Ill live up to this. I will, I promise.

She turned to him and then Alcaz.

You have time, Normen. And whatever you and Alcazor anyonewant to be?

She looked at the guests, her new employees, and nodded.

Yeah. Ill make sure you get it. You need a trainer. And armor. And a whole lot of thingsI dont know. You know, Normen. This was easier than hiring someone to clean dishes.

She gestured at all of the staring people, glanced at the new [Knight], and he nearly burst out laughing then and there. With exasperation as much as anything else. But then his breath caught as an Antinium fanned his wings and Pivr saluted him. Normen lifted a hand as Dame Thuile stared up at Pivrs underbelly and shouted in horror.

Erin laughed. She motioned Normen down to greet his friend. The [Innkeeper] looked around and spoke to Mrsha and Lyonette and the others.

It really is easier.

You meanforming a Knight Order to solve all your problems abroad?

Not just [Knights]. Well recruit a bunch of people.

What, were not good enough, Erin?

Jelaqua Ivirith scoffed, or tried to as she blew her nose messily. Erin eyed her.

I assume you have your own life with Maughin, Jelaqua. I need my people. And I will make sure they have the best equipment! The best! Invisibility potions. Invisibility cloaks. Damn squids. That takes money, supplies, and someone organizing things. I just cant do that, but Ill [Knight] everyone. Not you, Mrsha. But anyone who wants itor other classes.

She looked about. Erin took a deep breath and felt that fluttering uncertainty again. But she knew what to do with it this time. She bent down, went to pick up Mrsha, and groaned.

Mrsha, youre heavy! I think the bisque is wearing off. Someone get my chair!

Erin flopped into the grass, and Mrsha hopped into her lap.

What can I do for you, oh mighty granter of classes? I would like to be a [Wizard], please.

She held up a note, and Erin rubbed Mrshas head with a laugh.

No, silly. Not yet. Plus, you only need a wand and a few other things for that. Can you help me with something? I want to offer Yelroan a job at my inn. Can you tell him therell be free room and board and maybe some of the Gnolls can make a living in Liscor or north? So

She hesitated. And the words caught on her tongue. Erin lifted a finger as Mrsha excitedly began to write and Lyonette looked concerned at this unknown Gnoll.

Wait. Tell you what, Mrsha? Give me an hour. I need to work up a proper job offer. With numbers and everything.

An actual job offer? Mrsha went tumbling down the hill in surprise. Erin sighed. Lyonette put her hands on her hips, but she was actually smiling.

And how are we supposed to attract all the talent that even a Walled City wants, Erin?

Chaldion was watching her. Erin blew him a kiss and winked. She looked at Lyonette and then gestured around.

Tell himIll do this for him. Tell him weve got a laptop and more math than he could ever dream of. Hexel will need help, and theres trigonometry and algorithms and logarithmic numbers. But most of all? Tell him that I think we could do a lot of good here. I want

to send people to help anyone in need. But she needs your help. Please say yes.

Mrsha

Yelroan looked at the [Message], then turned back to the scrying orb replaying the [Innkeeper] making a [Knight] out of someone. He thought of a laptop andbegan to write his refusal. He was so busy trying to word it right that he didnt notice Merish was there until the Gnoll read over his shoulder.

Dear Mrsha, Im afraid that I cannot in good conscience leave Merish and the others whilehrr. I see.

Yelroan jumped. Merish calmly picked up the piece of paper and tore it in half.

Merish!

You should think about it. If not therethen Pallass, or anywhere you always said you wanted to go.

The other Gnoll looked tired. The new [Chieftain] met the [Mathematician]s gaze, and Yelroan shook his head. But guiltily.

I dontI cannot leave the tribe, Merish. Youre going to need someone helping you out.

If he left, who would be there? But Merish just took a seat.

A lot of the other tribes are willing to take some Plains Eye Gnolls who werent part of the Doomslayers and had no notion of anything. The ones who follow me will know what Im getting into. It will be a hard winter. But I have spoken to Chieftain Akrisa, Chieftain Feshithey are far kinder than they need to be. Do you know, Yelroan, what Silverfang did nearly two decades ago?

They sent Gnolls to Liscor. To earn gold.

Yelroan spoke slowly. Merish nodded.

They made a foothold in a city in case they failed or ran into trouble with their main tribe. They looked ahead to where Gnolls might flourish, and look at Liscor now? They send gold back and forth, to help start the city, and then support the tribe. You can earn more money somewhere safe behind walls, Yelroan. North of Liscor, white fur might not matter to Humans. Its not a bad idea.

But you need me here.

Merish didnt deny that. However, he looked at Yelroan and shook his head.

You are doing this to help me, Yelroan. Me and the tribebut youre not part of Plains Eye, are you?

Im right here.

Yes. But look at this.

Merish reached out and tapped Yelroans blonde fur. The [Mathematician] bit his lip, but Merish just shook his head.

Xherw, Ulcreziek, and I never really understood you were so gifted, Yelroan. Take a job offer. Send money back if you wantbut for once? Dont let our tribe hold you back.

Slowly, he stood, and Yelroan rose with him. He didnt know what to say. He grabbed Merishs shoulder and embraced his friend. Merish leaned on him for a while. But then he let Yelroan go and removed the last shackles on his friend.

You could be anything. Join the Order of Solstice. Become a [Knight]and while the only member in Liscor had a lot of practicing to do and needed armor to fit, it was the first step. Perhaps only the [Innkeeper] saw it now as she tip-toed up on another recruit, a drunk and babbling [Swashbuckler], but she hoped everyone might one day see the inn abroad.

Wherever it needed to go.

[Conditions Met: Courteous Mugger Courteous Knight Class!]

[Courteous Knight Level 27!]

[Skill Change Brutes Swing Knights Riposte!]

[Skill Knights Riposte obtained!]

[Skill His Hat Held Wrath obtained!]

[Skill My Cause is Just obtained!]

[Magical Innkeeper Level 47!]

[Legacy: Garden of Sanctuary, authority recognized. Key of Reprieve granted.]

She woke up with something under her pillow.

Authors Note: This chapter was rough. I was deleting sections, struggling, getting frustrated

And these are the hallmarks of burnout or just being tired. Well, burnout is long-term. I think Im just tired. So Im taking a break after next chapter! Ill have an AMA on the 26th and do the Volume 1 rewrite after I come back. Then Ill write about another chapter and uhtake another break.

I have a vacation with family Im planning early August. Like August 8th? Thereabouts. My plane tickets keep getting CANCELED.

Wish me luck. However, Im letting you know Ill be taking a longer and irregular break and hope you understand that I want to go on a vacation. At least one this year, possibly more. Ill try to write if I have time (and heck, Ill probably want to), but Ive gotta also have fun.

Anyways, one more chapter. I hope this one was fun and Ill make the next one short if I have to. Thanks for reading and stay cool! Its a hot summer.

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