Interlude Mundanity and Memorials

Interlude Mundanity and Memorials

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A Drake stood like a [Beggar] in front of a [King]s treasury. In every sense of the word, because the gates were open. A rich paradise ofcontent lay beyond. A trove, if not in exactly gold, then information, knowledge, and spectacle.

Yet the unjust, uncaring tyrant couldnt part with a single gold coin in this analogy. Not a copper penny. The Drake pressed his hands up against the blank air, as inviting as the open doorway it was

As solid as stone. He pleaded again.

Let me in. Please.

No. Go away.

The voice from the owner of the inn was slightly vexed. She had figured out that if she tossed something out of her [Garden of Sanctuary], it could hurt. The Drake had to duck out of the way. His dusky red scales, flushed darker with embarrassment and anger, were already covered with a bit of muck.

It did not go well with the cream-colored suit, highlighted by yellow. And yesit was a look. Hed tried it on, and it was not flying with his audience. But being disliked was almost part of Noass appeal. And this moment was television gold.

Let me in! Let me in! The world deserves to see!

Noass howled as he clawed at the opening to the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Erin Solstices aggrieved sigh was her only reply, but she stayed well out of sight; even the [Cameraman] couldnt get a view of her.

Go away! This is private property!

Miss Solstice, you cannot deny the entire world the right to see inside

Noass refrain was cut off by an [Unerring Throw]of a mudball to his mouth. He gagged and spat as Erin high-fived a delighted Mrsha.

Go away! No one gets in here! Drassis already in here, anyways.

Then let her report on

No.

Here was the thing. The [Honest Reporter] was having a moment of journalistic struggle. She was part of the audience watching Noass try to talk his way into Erins garden. That wasnt the struggle; Drassi was all too pleased to watch him eat dirt, and shed let him eat shit if Erin could find some lying around and were willing to throw it.

Yetshe had to admit, Noass had a point. He often did. It was just that he and Sir Relz could find a way to package that point in a quintessentially Drake and often elitist tone. However, the scowling [Innkeeper] throwing mudballs from the side was Drassis friend.

More than thatshe was Drassis former employer, and shed helped Drassi get this very job. The Drake feltan odd compulsion to mention that. Should she say it if she ever covered a story with Erin? Or just let Noass do that?

Then againErin would never let Noass in her garden. But she wasnt keen on Drassi reporting on it either. However, Drassi wasnt an idiot. The Drake coughed and then whispered loudly to Erin as the [Innkeeper] called to Mrsha.

Mrsha, get a really yucky mudball. No, a snowball! No, a snow-mudball! With worms! Are there worms in?

Erin, maybe you should let me take a look around the [Garden of Sanctuary]?

The [Innkeeper] looked astonished. She was washing the muck off her hands as she stood in her garden after all the excitement of yesterday. It was early morning, and the excitement was still palpable. Howevereven Drassi didnt know where the staff of the inn had disappeared to, and Erin had ejected everyone out of her frozen garden soon after theyd identified it.

The [Strategists], the crowds, and yes, even Wistram News Network were here after word had spread. Yet Erin wasnt having it.

Mind you, she looked better than she had for the last three weeks. No more wheelchair, and the blotchy skin, coughing, and her weakness had faded. Thanks to magic, she could now walk and dress herself, so shed actually put on some comfy pants that Drassi and Selys had bought for her.

Erin talked a lot about jeans and the fashion of her world. There werent always the same fabrics, but Drassi had found some wonderfully matte, dyed black pants made out of a thin leather layer and cotton composite. The leather she thought might actually be Wyvern, from the raid on Pallass. It was apparently jean-like, and Erin had put on one of the light Silverfang shirts that had some silver hemming. Just a fairly light green cotton, aside from that with Liscors logo of a city over water, but it looked good.

Interview-ready. Drassi herself had clothing to fit a possible [Reporter] jobunlike the tracksuit shed been gifted to interview and keep up with Joseph and athletic people in, she had on a dress that looked simply austere, a deep rose-red to compliment her sun-yellow scales. However, if she moved or whirled, you could see that the folds were actually yellowit looked like a flower opening.

If you did it right. Which Drassi had practiced in front of a mirror and Selys for nearly two weeks before debuting it today.

Intention. The reason why Erin had clothing that nice was because Selys had bankrolled a shopping spree. Drassi was far more deliberate. So was Selys, at least, lately. But Erin was in the camp that Mrsha, Bird, and a few others occupied.

Then againMrsha was a child. Octavia was closer to Erin, because the [Alchemist] would forget to change her clothes, and neither one would like that comparison. Mrsha might be pleased to run around with no clothing, but she was growing up.

She wore that kilt more often than not when going into the city, and she was now fairly nimble on her two legs. She wasgrowing up. And whether it was Visma, age, or anything elseDrassi saw the Gnoll girl notice her dress. She was getting an appreciation for clothing, even if she didnt bother.

Erindidnt notice. She scowled and pointed at Noass, who was out of dirtball range.

Drassi! Im not even letting Niers students into the garden right now. I dont even trust themlet alone Noass or Chaldion!

Hah! You hear that, old man?

A naked Drake danced through the gardens door and waved at a scowling old Drake outside. Drassi sighed. There were magic censors since Wistrams broadcast was on a ten minute delay, but the [Mages] complained about having to censor Saliss since someone had to stare at the image.

That was someone else who didnt think about clothing. And if Erin had thought in clothes-language, she would have realized Drassis intention. That was the point; the Thronebearers and Lyonette surely had.

At any rate, the [Innkeeper] gnawed on one lip as she turned to Drassi.

The Gardens aresort of secret, Drassi. I dont want to show everyone, like, everything, you know?

And there it was again. Some kind ofinstinct? Or just her conscience? The talks she had with Rmi Canada? Journalistic conflict. Drassi hesitated, but she stepped forwards and lowered her voice.

Thats true, Erin. But if we show everyone a lookjust a quick look at the new [Garden of Sanctuary], theyll be satisfied. Its mostly buried, anyways. Just give usforty-five minutes? It wont even be full coverage. You can let a few Drakes in with shovels or Jewel or someone else. Theyll probably waste time.

Erin hesitated, and there it was. The [Honest Reporter] watched her expression carefully.

Drassi. Not an idiot. Unlike Noass, she knew how to talk to people. And she had realized something after listening to the inns family. Even if Mrsha couldnt speak, she had a big, big mouth. Drassi wondered how many other people had noticed

There was more than one [Garden]. Drassi was a resident of Liscor. Unlike Chaldion or Altestiel, she knew what kind of flowering trees surrounded Liscor or were in the gardenand none of them had pink petals.

However, Drassi didnt need to report on this. She was an [Honest Reporter], and that cut two ways, she was realizing. Erins gaze flickered as she thought of the same thing Drassi did.

The new garden? The other one?

Just one look, Erin. Its not even the biggest piece. Youre famous because of the <Quests>. [Innkeeper] has two gardens in a famous Skill. The Dullahans will have commentaryits a one-day piece.

I guess. Because yeah, its my new gardenand the one I want to explore first. But a quick peek, this onceI guess I can let you in. Forty-five minutes?

It was actually amazing. When Erin lied, it was usually obvious. Unless she was lying. And she was concealing the other gardens quite well.

Drassi was curious, but she instantly agreed, and she held out a clawed hand. Erin shook on it and, sighing, went over to the doorway.

Alright, Noass. You win. Come on in.

The beaming Drake strode towards the door and face-planted into the wall as Drassi watched. Erin cackled as the [Reporter] snorted. The [Innkeeper] pointed to Drassi as the Drake grabbed the magical microphone.

Drassi Tewing, taking over for an exclusive look into a famous Skill. I believe we have commentary from the Iron Vanguard and Archmage Blackwood waiting. Ill leave that to you, Sir Relz. Nowlets just wait for Erin to open her garden and well see whats happening. Erin, by the way, actually employed me as a [Bartender]. Imdisclosing that? And she helped me get this very job, so let me just say, Im very biased in her favor. And a friend. And well be respectfully entering the garden

Some days, it really did seem like it was all about Erin Solstice. But then, if you watched the news or just listened to the town crier, you got a very small snapshot of the world.

To listen to the streets of Liscor, the war with Hectval had been the only thing happening in the world for a long time. The north was still buzzing with the fallout from the Circle of Thorns being unveiled, although theyd moved onto the war with Ailendamus and Magnolias scandalous proposal.

Narrow viewsslices, reallyof reality were how you learned about the rest of the world. The trick wasknowing it was a snapshot, a single point on a grid.

And when it was done right, that moment was indeed magical. The reason Erin had a presence on the news was because she could provide that.

That was why every eye was on Drassi. In the scrying orb, the hilarity of Noass antics faded away. The [Honest Reporter] checked herself. She accepted a heating spell since it would be cold and she was wearing a dress, but the audience got to see the camera-crew for once.

No, no makeupwere going in. No one kill any Snow Golems if you canwhos coming in? Adventurer Jewel?

On bodyguard duty. And excavation work for Miss Solstice. Im Captain Jewel of Glitterblade

The Human woman was trying to get some camera-time, but Drassi stared at the closed door. Erin had shut it, yet some cold air was leaking around the frozen handle.

Stone. The door had changed. It now looked out of place. It would have fitsomewhere else. A frozen fortress. Perhaps a door set into the side of a keep, and it was larger. Fit for a [General]. Drassis words were quieter now, and a Gnoll backed up as she turned to the camera.

Ito give you all some clarity, I believe we are about to enter the [Garden of Sanctuary]. A legacy Skill inherited from person to person. This is not Erinthe [Innkeeper]s. She has apparently gained access to an older garden. This was the domain of the leader of the Iron Vanguard over seven thousand years ago. Before the Creler wars, Dolost the Adamantine was said to have this Skill.

A visible shiver ran down Drassis scales. She breathed out.

They called that age the Wars of Complacencybefore the Crelers emerged, Rhir was left mostly barren. There were no Demons. [Archmages] were common, and if my research is rightso were even Dragons, although the times of Dragon-empires were long gone. Think on that. The Iron Vanguard was there. And their leader wore Adamantium armorhe had this Skill. We cannot confirm this is the very same garden, but the stone and design matches that of Invictel, the capital of the Iron Vanguard. We may be walking a place untouched for seven thousand years.

Her voice trembled, and her eyes were locked on her audience. That was magic. Andwhether Erin liked it or not, that was the value of The Wandering Inn.

It was so gripping that no one was speaking. Even people in Liscor were watching the scrying orbor hurrying to crowd the inn. The Dullahan audiences were just as rapt. Maughin had abandoned his lovethe block of Adamantium he was trying to learn to forgealthough hed taken his other love, Jelaqua, to join the crowds in the inn.

However, even though he could have been thereeven though he had every right, and more than mostone person watching the scrying orb was not fighting to get a peek.

He had no doubt it was magical. He wanted to see it all.

But Garry the [Baker]-[Chef] had a stall to run. And Garrys Antinium Edibles was open every day of the week. Count on it.

His audience wasnt purchasing his goods. They were all staring at the scrying orb. None of them could afford one, Garry guessed. He based this on the fact that they were here for his deals on breadand they were regulars.

And that half were children. Children were not fiscally wealthy in his observations. Except for Mrsha.

But they were not children like Mrsha. So as he watched and listened, Garry got their orders ready.

Look at the door. Shes opening it! Look at the snow! Its at that inn. The one that kills people.

The children were whispering. Garry interrupted them gently as he pushed a loaf of bread over the counter.

It does not kill people directly. Here you are, Hisnis. One loaf of bread. I have included a new idea this time.

One of the Drakes might have been fourteen. He was at that stage where they shot up, or so Garry had been told, but he was shorter, yet to really climb.

He was also not going to purchase anything like Garrys scrying orb any time soon. Which was why he often came to watch. He had on cheap hide clothing.

Cheap clothes here werent cottoncotton was imported. Corusdeer hide was one of the most common commodities from [Hunters], so if you were strapped for coins, that was what you had. His was old and handed down. And it didnt fit properly.

The Drake boy stared at Garrys loaf with great apprehension. He knew what that usually meant.

Does it havemaggots? Live maggots?

No.

Garry saw the Drake boy poke the loaf as the others stared at it. One Gnoll girl stood on her tiptoes and sniffed it very suspiciously.

Smells good.

She informed Hisnis. The Drake hesitated. He wouldnt have associated with the young Silverfang girl a few months ago, but she was a regular like him. Even so, he didnt take it.

Does it have anything alive in it?

No. Maybe yeast, but it is fresh and baked. It has no bugs.

Does it have bug parts in it?

No.

Dirt? Slime? Monster organs or anything they make?

No, no, no, and no.

The Antinium [Baker] was being very patient. The young Drake was almost convinced.

So what does it have?

That is a secret. You must eat it and see. Please tell me if your family likes it. Oh, and here is the rest of your order.

Garry added a pie hed been keeping warm and a small box of his newest project. Erin had shown him how to make dumplings, and hed finally managed to make them stick together. The Drake repeated his questions, but his stomach growled, and he almost snatched the food.

More than enough for a hungry young man. And enough for a family of three. Garry politely indicated his jar where he held coins.

That will be three copper coins, please.

Hisnis fumbled with his pouch, but he had three copper coins. One for each item. He put them in the jar, embarrassed, but Garry smiled, and they knew him enough to recognize an Antinium smile.

Thank you for your business. Would you like to buy anything else?

No. Thankswait, we missed the door!

Hisnis pointed, and everyone spun around to Drassi ducking an angry Snow Golem hurling snowballs at her team. They crowded around, but Hisnis grabbed the food and hesitated.

Illget this home. Ill be back. Dont let her do anything interesting!

He shouted at the others as if they could stop Drassi. Garry nodded and watched the Drake run for it. He had to bring the food back to his mother and his younger brother. It might be breakfast.

It probably was breakfast. And the other guests of Garrys stall, reminded of their stomachs, began asking for their orders. He delivered them, and his prices were fairly consistent.

One copper coin. One copper coin bought you a canteen of soupso long as you brought back the canteen to refilla loaf of bread filled with jamthat was what Garrys secret ingredient was, Prelon jamor half a duck roasted in fat.

The older Drake lady looked dismayed when Garry offered it to her.

Thats my special today? Duck? Wherever did you buy that?

Invrisil, Miss Biscale. They had a sale on ducks. I had to use half for a project, but the other half is quite tasty.

The other half of the project was a duck fat glaze and cuts for some potatoes au gratin. Mind you, that was just for taste and a bit of varietyGarry had made a huge, huge tub, and his helpers, Pisca and Runel, the Flying Antinium, had peeled two hundred potatoes.

Half a duck wasnt much. But it was all he could save from the seventeen hed used. Add in to that some tasteful Shield Spider cuts, pan-fried, a lot, a lot of goats butter, all the cooking in the six ovens he had

Well, it had been a project. Miss Biscale tried to offer Garry a silver coin, but he politely asked for his copper.

It is a copper for good customers, Miss Biscale. Thank you.

She gave him such astrange look. A familiar look. Garry felt like he looked at Erin the same way.

Thank you very much, Chef Garry. I will bring you some recipes tomorrow. Ill write them down.

He beamed.

That would be most welcome, Miss Biscale. I will see you tomorrow. Have a good day.

She had no family, but he hoped that would be a lot of food, and she did have friends. That duck might be part of a potluck.

Drassi was exclaiming over the keep as Garry handed a young girl a box of meatballsbig ones for eating while you worked.

Does your family have that mining job now?

Yep. Theyre all making the new district. We can pay you more, Father said. There are lots of Silverfangs in the city, and they say were a tribe now, Mister Garry.

Well, I would prefer to be paid the same because it is easy to count. Why dont you take one of my experimental candy-sticks? See? It is strawberry flavored, and there is an acid fly inside. Miss Imani and I have been making them.

Ew! Okay, Ill take them. Do I tell you how it tasted?

Yes, please. There is no need to pay for them. They are experimental.

Four red, slightly gelatinous lollipops went with the meatballs for breakfast. That was receivedless well by some of Garrys patrons.

Mind you, they ate it. When hed first run Garrys Antinium Edibles, the Worker had been very surprised to see people buying his food even with bugs.

Given his prices, it had made sense. But Garry, as a new stall owner, hadnt realized why until a month later. Then hed begun offering his specials and taking the bugs out of them.

It occurred to Garry, as he watched Drassi navigate the [Garden of Sanctuary], that he didnt visit as much as he should. He had been far too sad when Erin was dead, but he and she hadnt had a lot of time to cook together.

Why, she might not know how successful Garry was. He believed he sometimes, on a good day, broke even with his shop. Which was far better than the gold it tended to bleed week-to-week.

The Free Queen didnt care. Neither did Garry. He leveled up, which the Free Queen told him was infinitely better than the gold that the Free Antinium had little use for. MoreoverGarry thought that his food was feeding a lot of people for very little.

And thisthis was a good thing. Because Hisnis, without Garrys food, might have to spend a lot of the money he managed to makeor steal, as when Garry had first met himon worse food.

It was a strange thing. Garry had never set out to do this, but he knew most of the customers who came for his special deals at one copper each, and he listened to them and sometimes gave them more food.

He could not help them with their large troubles. Which concerned Garry greatly, like how Miss Biscale had been about to be evicted due to the soaring rent prices until the rent had been cut by the Council. Or how Comrei, the Gnoll girl, had been worried about her familys situation, and Hisnis being arrested by the Watch for theft.

All he could do was give them food. Which he did. And sometimes food made it so you didnt have to worry about coins. A fresh piewithout bugsmade a [Landlord] forgo the rent for a month. Or make a [Guardswoman] more inclined to let Hisnis off with a warning.

That was Garrys Antinium Edibles, and it had a very select customer base. It did business with the occasional passerby who was often dared to eat something he made, but those who had his food were often surprised by the lack of bugs and quality on display.

Garry quite enjoyed taking orders. He had begun offering birthday cakes to his regulars, which mystified some people, because the rare confectionary, even in Liscor, was something Garry had no problem making. Nor did he count the cost in sugar, and again, his budget was backed by the Free Queen.

He thought of his stall, in fact, like Erins inn. Garry hadnt realized it at first, but Hisnis was likeGarry had been to Erin. Sometimes you needed somewhere to eat food and not be worried about Mister Soots minions or whomever was in charge now.

Garrys shop was right outside the Free Antiniums Hive. He didnt have a problem with crime. Crime had a problem with eighteen Soldiers who would charge out of their Hive. Garry had begun adding seats, and the scrying orb kept his crowd busy.

Does anyone have a special order for tomorrow? I am going to order from Miss Krshia, and if she is to send a Street Runner to Invrisil, I must know now.

The new cities had really opened up Garrys markets. He listened as a Drake boy shyly asked if Garry could make something special for a Level 10 celebration and decided hed make a variation on Erins bisque, perhaps. He ran it past the Drake boy and sighed.

Lobster bisque? They are very socially acceptable water-borne insects. No? A cake? A lobster cake? No? Just a sweet cake. Very well.

He wrote down the order and happily went to order some food. Garry was glad Erin was having so much fun on the scrying orb. What he didnt realize was that if she had knowledge of his humble stall, she would have been quite, quite proud of him.

But that was the city of Liscor. It was changing, and Garry, more than Erin or Lyonette or even Relc and Klbkch, could see how much it was changing.

The Antinium Worker trundling around the city with a basket and a list of groceries for Krshias shop, dubbed the Silverfang Emporium since she was so busy she could seldom run itand hadnt been in Liscor for monthswas not an unfamiliar sight to Liscor.

Antinium had been in the city for over a decade now, but their role was changing.

Selys grandmother, Tekshia Shivertail, often sat with some veterans and old Drakes and sipped spicy tea in the morning. It was a bunch of grousing old scaleheads who complained and argued.

Funny. When theyd first started getting together, they didnt play chess, but cards. And whenever one of them saw Antinium, theyd spit or argue about the decision to let them in. In those days, Workers moved around in a group and often out of sight, at night.

After that, Senior Guardsman Klbkch had started his routine, and people would stop him just to hear an Antiniumthe Slayertalk. But after hed captured a [Killer] on the streets and slain several monsters on patrols, and after years, hed actually been a welcome sight, especially if you wanted a competent [Guardsman].

Laterthe patrols had started, and everyone would clear the streets when they came by. Tekshia was just one of the Drakes staring at the Antinium show of forceuntil she noticed one with Yellow Splatters and saw more colors day by day.

Then Hectval. Then the siege and so much more.

These days, the Antinium marching by the Drakes sipping tea was how they started their day, and if they didnt march by exactly at half-past six, the group would be off-kilter for the rest of the morning.

Wheres the gemstone fellow? I told you to bring that one. The one with the gemstone on his forehead.

One of the Drakes harangued the patrol leader as they passed. He was being crotchety, but the Worker turned and actually spoke.

I apologize, sir. I am Archer E41, and I was not present yesterday. Gemhead is likely on guard-duty. I will report this failure to Strategist Belgrade upon my return.

OhI didnt mean you had to. Just so long as I see him sometime this week.

Tekshia snorted as the Drake tried to clear things up. Antinium were entirely literal. They were also getting more and more interesting.

First paint. Then some decided accessories were as much their personality as paint, like the one which had no paintsave for a gemstone they wore like a kind of tiara between their antennae.

That was just as much an indication of Liscor changing: the fact that people spoke to Antinium and didnt seem as mistrustful. Howeverit was still a huge change in one year.

Erin Solstice or not, there was more at play to how fast Liscor was changing. One reason was the Antinium themselves, but another was a power even Tekshia realized most were beholden to. From her Guild to Liscors Council

It was the power of economics. Specifically?

Antinium economics. The patrol of Antinium often took this route, and, as a result, they were not halfway down the street when a panting stall owner wheeled up, smoke and a meaty scent wafting from the stall.

Im late! Imoh, Ancestors. Good! Hello! Can I interest your patrol in some hamburgers? Antinium-friendly cornmeal buns! See? Hot and very reasonable! Only one silver and two copper per!

Tekshias snort made the Gnoll hesitate, but the Antinium leading the patrol twitched his antennae and then counted the Antinium present.

The inn is very busy. How many here have had a hamburger?

He counted the five hands raised out of the entire patrol and decided that it was a good purchase. The Gnoll stared at the gold coins avariciously as another stall owner hurried down the streettoo late.

Antinium economics. The Free Hive had a lot of gold, and until now, The Wandering Inn had been getting most of it. It had taken a bit for the restaurants and other sellers of food to realize what they were missing. Only when Pawn had approached a few and bought huge amounts of food at their prices did they realize the Antinium were a literal goldmine.

You might not like them at first, but if you sold to themnone of the Antinium seemed to care that they were being overcharged. They ate happilyand it was good food they wanted. They would not ever say if it were bad foodbut Tekshia noticed they were getting pickier and pickier with whose food they bought. Before, anyone offering food would get a sale, no questions asked. Now? You had better know the Antinium were intolerant to gluten or youd be passed by.

She wondered if she should tell the patrol leaders not to pay so much. Then againTekshia also knew about Garrys stall, and she considered that a boon for everyone in no small way. With the Humans and new parts of the city under development, Liscor really was feelingnew.

For instance, an older Silverfang Gnoll was pondering his next chess move, a tentative addition to the Drake group. Tekshia wondered if shed get along with some Humans. She sipped at her tea cup and decided they had to try this boba thing that Imanis kitchen was offering via Timbors inn.

It was hard to get Imanis new treats, but Tekshia had a granddaughter, and Selys was going to get it for her.

What even the canny Guildmistress, Spearmaster Tekshia, didnt know was that the Antiniums over-expenditures were being noticed by the one authority who could make it her concern. Yet the Free Queen didnt care.

The Antinium Queen had a giantcup. It was more like a vat, and she had tea to start her morning too and a huge amount of potatoes for food. Garrys boba were more like chunks in the giant wooden straw hed had to commission, but the effect was mostly the same.

The patrols are doing well.

That was the Free Queens comment to Klbkch as he watched the scrying orb. He glanced up.

What? Yesindeed. The Hive is doing exceptionally well. I believe there is nothing more to discuss. I shall take my leave.

As far as I am aware, you have no [Guardsman] duties at the moment. We are reviewing the Hives performance, Klbkchhezeim. Unless something takes priority?

The way Klbkch hesitated for just a second. And his response.

Nonot at all, my Queen.

If Antinium could smirkshe saw him glancing at the scrying orb. The Free Queen, Xevccha, took a long sip of her tea.

How much do we expend on the Antiniumactivities, then, my Queen? Perhaps we can curtail their budget.

Klbkch fidgeted, so unlike him, but he tried to direct their meeting to business. The Free Queen nodded to him.

You are in possession of our written ledgers. We accumulate more gold via our construction work.

She had a verysimplistic view of currency. The Free Queen, upon moving to Liscor, had realized that her Hive needed gold for some expenditures. She had obtained it over a decade of Antinium working menial tasks for literally no expense to themselves. Now, she was spending it. She had a fortune in gold and often let Klbkch buy artifactsbut she didnt really care if it was all gone.

The benefit of people selling to Antinium, or Garry levelling for his work, was all she needed. She wanted gold only so he could buy more food for her. And as long as more money came in than went out, everything was well.

That was about how much the Free Queen thought about finances. She was far more deliberate when she had an accumulation she wantedand she had broken into Liscors market very, very deliberately.

The Free Queen had made her Workers act as laborers and shown Liscor how cheap it was to have Antinium-made goods. She even dabbled in imports these days.

Klbkchhezeim, I am meeting with the Armored Queen later today. She is sending me two hundred trees of wood. Do you have anything else the Free Hive needs?

Two hundred trees of wood? May I askwhy we require that, my Queen?

Xevccha waved an idle feeler.

We will sell it to Liscor for building materials. The Armored Queen agreed to locate suitable trees and has even begun an attempt at a forest of her own.

Why would she go to this amount of effort in her own Hive, my Queen?

Klbkch actually looked away from the scrying orb. The Free Queen raised her mandibles.

Because I offered her two hundred pounds of Garrys cooking.

Ah.

The Free Antinium Hive was in a wonderful position. It could sell many things it could acquire cheaply that Liscor wanted thanks to its route to the Hivelands and Antinium labor. And it could also give the other Hives what they wanted. Food, resources you could only buy from an [Alchemist], magic, and so on.

Everything was wonderful. Save for one thing. The Free Queen actually turned her head, but somehowthe other Centenium in her Hive had cut her off. Then again, one of her antennae was gone.

Klbkchhezeim. How is Xrn?

The Slayer hesitated, and he rested his hands on his swords. He was far more mobile, more at home in his new body, but that just made his old form shine more brightly in his memory. Three leftand one was now wounded.

I do not believe the Grand Queen will be satisfied if Xrn returns to her Hive. Despite her repeated requests. Xrn isfocused.

And that was the most evasive answer Klbkch had ever given her. The Free Queen had no skin to crawl, but she sucked down the last tea, and the loud rasping, bubbling noise filled the room.

I believe I will have a refill of tea. Continue informing me of her condition, Klbkchhezeim. Whatever she wishesyou may go.

He was halfway out the room as the Free Queen sighed and let one of the Flying Antinium hurry over with a team of Workers to fill her cup. It was all going well. So wellshe wondered if she had spare time.

To work on the project the Grand Queen had abandoned? If she had so much timea part of her longed to do what the Grand Queen had confessed to and create her own statues. But thatthat was a luxury. The Free Queen did have work.

Keep my drink chilled. I will return in two hours.

She moved herself over to the work rooms, and the Antinium backed away. The Free Queen stared ahead.

If only they had the knowledge of old. They had levelling even the True Antinium had lacked for in such abundance. If onlyshe brushed the thought aside. It was better than it had ever been. But oh, the dead did weigh on her. A hundred heroes.

They all deserved statues. Yet no matter how hard he lookedshe whispered to Klbkchhezeim.

They will not be in that garden. They deserve to be. But who will remember them save us?

It was about memory. It was always about memory. The [Gardens of Sanctuary] were on the nose, but everything that made Liscor better, all the gloriousness of now was built on what was lost or would never return.

Evenno, especially immortals knew that.

Ryoka Griffin tried not to stare. She didnt have a fetish. But even soshe leaned on the railing, then sprang into the air to show off. Just so the [Sailors] looked up and waved and laughed. She gazed down at a sea of faces as she flew overhead.

Half-Elves. Two ships were sailing the treacherously unknown seas to Izrils north. Ryoka flew around them only for a few minutes, calling out greetingsbut she couldnt stay.

The Pride of the Wellfar was that fast. It didnt rely on natural wind or currentsit cut the waves like a shooting star. And besides, they were almost back from Terandria.

It was quite amazing how fast theyd returned, actually. Nevermind Tyrion Veltras being able to ride at speeds unmatchedHouse Veltras had headed south from Ailendamus borders, embarked on the greatest ship of House Wellfar, and sped to Izril.

Yes, they had a Citadel-class ship that could scare the Illuminary if it came to a pursuit at sea. Yes, Tyrion was the famous [Lord] of speed. And yes, they wanted to be home.

But mainly they had gotten back to First Landing so fast because Tyrion had conveniently ignored every diplomatic overture from Calanfer and the other nations trying to host and celebrate him. Or at least pin a damn medal to his back.

Ryoka hadnt realized how many offers hed snubbed until Jericha had brought it updelicately. The [Lord]s response was simple:

We have been away from home too long. Sammial is waiting for us in First Landing. Hethon is with Buscreis family. We shall return with no delays.

And that was that. Honestly, from watching Jerichas face, Ryoka thought even the rowdy and irreverent Veltras would have made Tyrion at least greet Calanfers [King]. Even Lord Swey and Buscrei, let alone the others, were conscientious of diplomacy.

HoweverRyoka also guessed that Tyrions loss of levels was a reason his House wanted him away from nosy appraisal Skills. He was warded with the best magic they had, but that couldnt hide the fact that hed lost countless levelseven his old class.

That Tyrion had told her was shocking. And another sign of his bad judgment abilities. Ryoka was on deck as First Landing came into sight. There she stood, as Buscrei waved a final time and loosed a magical arrow into the air in the half-Elves direction. The faint explosion and glittering colors made Ryoka start.

Courier Griffin. Do you have need of?

Someone appeared like magic and offered her a towel in case the ocean air and spray had gotten her wet. Ryoka glanced at the livery of someone from House Veltras and looked around.

Oh. I, uhthank you.

She scrubbed at her hair and the seawater. She was going to drape the towel around her neck until she realized that she could hand the towel back. The servant bowed and backed away, and Ryoka almost went flying after the half-Elves to beg them to take her with them, slower journey or not.

Here she was again. House Veltras surrounded her, and the servants treated her like a guest or worseas a member of the nobility. She had almost forgotten what shed been so worried about.

This time, do it better, Ryoka. Justa bit better? Please?

If she went two months without killing someone, shed call it a win. Ryoka leaned on the railing and tried to exhale. But no sooner had she leaned there than someone strode up.

Tyrion Veltras was not a man who had a casual stroll. He strode like someone who did not want to waste a second getting from point A to point B. He came to a halt at the railing, and Lord Pellmia Quellae covered his face.

Tyrion had no tactical approach. But he was doing his best, and amazingly, Ryoka didnt jump into the sea to avoid him. She owed him far more than that.

I almost feared you would land on the half-Elves ships and sail to Baleros. Or the new lands of Izril. I would have had to spend another month in pursuit.

Ryoka almost choked as she began to take a sip of water. She looked at Tyrion.

I wouldnt do that! I was just saying hello to them.

As mentionedas he was famously depicted in most images or even verbal accountsLord Tyrion Veltras was like a statue. Straight-faced, his beard usually trimmed to exacting fineness, and almost always wearing armor, or, as now, the green and whites of House Veltras. Casual clothing looked like old military-style attire on him.

Ryoka, by contrast, had the Runners loose clothing, bare feet like a lot of House Wellfar on deck, actually, and a belt festooned with pouches and tools of the trade, not least of which was the Faeblade.

They cut an odd duo, especially given their personalities. Well, they were closer in height, which was one similarity. Their ability to insert their own feet into their mouths was another striking commonality. Tyrion Veltras hesitated with Ryokas reply. He glanced at her and then stared at the city coming into view, a massive harbor flanked by two gigantic gates emblazoned with five seals of each noble house.

First Landing. Tyrion had seen itRyoka had not. She stared at the massive city, the largest in the north, as he responded.

That was a joke. My attempt to be humorous.

Oh.

I can see it has failed. Comedy is not my forte.

Ryoka heard a snorting sound from the side. You wouldnt know that to see Buscreis red face as she laughed into her arm.

Now, Ryoka was not immune to embarrassing situations. She was positively an infinity-generator of them. However, she was exceptionally grateful when someone else moved insmoothlyto join the conversation.

Miss Griffin, it never fails to astonish me to see you fly like that. Id caution you to beware doing it in First Landing, though.

Lord Pellmia Quellae, the [Lord of Love and Wine], was the kind of person you liked. He was, in the world of social parlance, a net positive to most situations, be they formal or simply casual. Both Tyrion and Ryoka relaxed around him.

Whys that, Lord Pellmia? Anti-air spells? Something else?

The [Lord] waved that off.

Were not at war, and there are a few domesticated Griffins about there. Hawking is a very noble sportnot at all. Simply that if you fly once, every noble from here to Invrisil will demand to see you do it and try your glider. Which is entirely its own problem.

Ryoka winced at the idea of a panicking member of the nobility doing a nose-dive by accident a hundred feet up.

Very well advised, Pellmia. Ill try tolower expectations.

Im sure we could ride together. It would be pleasant conversation, I trust.

Lord Tyrion interjected, and Buscrei, Swey, and a few of his cousins oohed in the background. That had to be Pellmias influence. Buscrei held up a piece of parchment.

6/10.

Pellmia glared in their direction, but for some reason, that made Ryoka feel vaguely better.

Iwouldnt actually mind that. I really want to see my friends

Of course. We can arrange your transport southwards as fast as

Tyrion shut up as Pellmia pointed a finger behind his back at him. Ryoka wasnt done.

but I, uh, wouldnt mind staying in First Landing a few days. If you and Sammial dont need to get to House Veltras right away. Its the biggest city in the north. Id love to justsee what it has.

Were pigs flying? Buscrei was staring up at the sky in awe, but Pellmia leapt on the suggestion.

A wonderful idea! Lord Hethon may be travelling north alreadyand its true, how many chances does one have to see First Landing? There are countless wonders there.

Really? Like what?

Ryoka knew more about the Walled Cities fame than First Landings. It was so remote that, frankly, she felt like Drake customs and attractions were more familiar to her. For instance, public bath houses were a very Drake thing.

Not so in First Landing. But Lord Pellmia instantly began counting off attractions.

Aside from your usual run of pursuitsyou could do hawking or anything of that kind in House Veltras, who arguably have finer animals and better wilds. However, there is famously a racing course for horses. Griffinsdomesticated Griffins, Miss Ryokaare available to ride. For buildings, perhaps the House of Altreidva would be a stop? That is the gallery of some of Izrils greatest [Artists]Drakes, Gnolls, and Humans. You know, I wonder if the Players of Celum are there? But youd know them. Lets see. Colousas Relics is up there. Izrils best [Enchanter].

Really? The best [Enchanter]?

Ryoka was surprised, but Pellmia instantly nodded. He raised his brows.

Save for a Walled City or another major citywhy would the best and most high-level individuals not be present? I believe First Landing can lay claim to the highest-level [Enchanter], [Sculptor]never the [Bard] with Barelle so mobileoh!

He snapped his fingers.

The Adventurers Haven! We must pay a visit to the highest-level [Innkeeper] on the continent. Shes moving her inn, and if you have not visited already

Shes moving?

Even Lord Tyrion raised his brows at that. Pellmia nodded seriously.

I heard from home. It must be a huge scandal.

Why? I had no idea an inn could move.

Ryoka had heard of that inn in the vague way she knew of First Landing and famous Archmages, but Pellmia elaborated.

It has always beenmm, fairly mobile. It often changes crossroads, but it is a famously attractive inn. Couriers and the nobility flock to it. They must be in uproaras entertainment goes, The Adventurers Haven is one of the best, Miss Griffin. Someone of the owners level has so manyfascinating abilities. She was a Named-rank adventurer before she retired, you see. A famous [Mage].

Really?

The only [Innkeepers] of note that Ryoka had met besides Erin were, er, Agnes, Mad Medain, and the [Reader]. She wanted to know what a Level 50 retired Named-rank [Innkeeper] could do.

If youre going, well join in! Its pricey at times, but I love to visit the inn. Something for everyonealthough Im no longer a young woman, so I cant have all the experiences. Quite a lot of lucky nights can be had there. Its a feature.

Buscrei winked at Ryoka. The other nobles from each family knew the inn too and, apparently, all thought well of it and wouldnt mind another visit.

It is certainly a spectacle, but I dont care for the Adventurers Haven.

And there came in Tyrion, with such blunt honesty that even Pellmias new class couldnt stop it like a mallet to the face. He amended his statement after a second.

But Im sure it would be excellent for Hethon and Sammial to see it, as well as you, Miss Griffin. Before it leaves.

I shall take it upon myself to show you all around. And celebrate our survival of this war! First Landing awaits!

Pellmia rescued the situation as he pointed to the harbor. The gates were open, and as The Pride of the Wellfar came in, even the harbor slowed to see the greatest ship on the seas come into port.

Frankly, Ryoka thought that the people in the city got a better show than she did. Even the ships inbound and outbound stopped as the Pride signaled the docks. Amazingly, there were berths for even her class, and she slowed to maneuver into port.

Etril Wellfar, the [Captain] of the vessel, only emerged as they were heading straight in. He looked around, and his eyes fixed on Ryokas. She startedbecause here was someone else with a claim on her time.

He was Gresaria Wellfars son. They hadnt been able to speak longhed wanted to get away from Ailendamus because they were still technically at war until peace was declared. But here was someone else she had a debt to.

Him and the rest of the world. He bowed slightly to the other nobles waving at the crowds gathering on the docks. As Ryoka had been told, there was a high population of the nobility in the city. She wondered if there were even Reinharts, the most reclusive of the Five Families.

She wanted to explore this city, but she was also in the eye of the storm. Etril spoke.

Lord Tyrion, House Wellfar has taken you to Terandria and back. The war isnt at an end, and it may be Ailendamus will damn the seas with blood if they refuse to make peace.

Ryoka had thought they would sign a deal, but Rhisveri hadnt officially made peaceperhaps because he couldnt. The other nations saw this as Ailendamus moment of weakness, and despite the ghosts, were pushing on the borders. Etril continued briskly.

But weve succeeded at the task you swore to me. Veltras and Wellfar ever stand together, forest and sea. I hope I can call on you if ever we need to.

Tyrion reached out and took Etrils hand.

By House Veltras, we will. Whenever and whatever the odds. I will not forget this, Lord Etril.

From another man, the short address might have sounded cheap given all that had passed. From Tyrionhe meant it. Etril almost smiled, but he glanced towards the people on the docks.

And itll be Krakens at sea once we dock. The things weve seen beggar belief. I must report to my House, but I hope I can speak with you before you fly off, Wind Runner?

A-absolutely, Lord Wellfar. Should I call on you here or?

Ryoka didnt know where hed be going, but the [Captain] smiled wryly.

I dont doubt Ill find you. If I need to, Ill just sail towards the nearest war.

Her expression was so colorful that Buscrei began guffawing with Swey. But to Ryokas surprise, Etril threw his head back and laughed.

Peace! Dont glare at me so, Lord Tyrion!

He had a sense of humor. She really didnt know him. But he was Gresarias son andRyoka didnt know her much at all either. Only that she was one of the people whod died when she challenged the Assassins Guild. But as First Landing came closershe realized something.

The city remembered Gresaria Wellfar. It had not been long since the Circle of Thorns was unveiled. And if

If the theme of the day was television, or a changing city, or just the Free Queens wishthis moment would be the catalyst for all of it. For as they landed, Ryoka saw the first signs of how much her reputationor everything that had happened had changed abroad.

Because fighting for position at the front of the crowd were a bunch of [Mages] wearing those damned robes with Wistrams admittedly splendid insignia. A television crew, and a Human man was speaking excitedly into the camera.

going to have to break in, Miss Drassi! The Pride of the Wellfar has landed, and the victorious House Veltras is disembarking with the famous, nay infamous Wind Runner!

And while Ryoka Griffin had not seen Erin Solstices antics, what with travel and the restit was an [Innkeeper] hucking snowballs at Noass from her garden who looked up and saw Ryoka.

First Landing was founded in a time before even General Dolost. Not that much farther back, actually, in the grand chronology of this worlds historywhich admittedly had gaps.

Humans were new to Izril. New enough that they hadnt spread across all of Izrils wilds.

Then again, the reason there were more wilds was because the wars of invasion had scorched Drake and Gnoll lands already fractured from their long war that had seen Walled Cities burn. However, the Five Families dealt the final blow to Drake superiority in the north. The first scions of Veltras, El, Wellfar, Reinhart, and Terland destroyed the last northern Walled Cities.

First Landing was the product of the same hands that had razed the greatest cities of Drakes. And the Five Families had been at least as good at building as destroying.

The harbor should have still been, well, a harbor. No matter the achievement, harbors were inherently messy, busy places where [Sailors] and crew would be fuelling the lifeblood of a port city.

It was just that this harbor had some, um, differences. For instance, First Landing was flanked by two gates bearing the crests of all five families. Wellfars sigil was split in half and would only be centered when the two metal gates closed. And when they closed, the tides themselves would change, because the gates were fifty feet tall over the waves.

They had some kind of greenish tinge to pale silver, which was apparently what happened to mithril-alloy over thousands of years. However, the details were barely faded; mithril didnt age much.

The docks themselves could hold fleets of ships. The Wellfars berth was one of fivefittingly. And that was for the largest ships in the sea. Ryoka had to rotate just to see the rest of the harbor, and that was when the irregularities began cropping up.

Firstly? No bilge water or filth on the docks. No barnacles, no understandable wear from constant water. The stonethe docks were stonelooked fresh, rather like sandstone, and tiled with brighter walkways. She put it down to enchantments to block that kind of thing, but then she saw the real cause.

Ryoka Griffin had never been to Wistram Academy in truth. If she hadthis would have been a slightly familiar scene. As it was, her skin chilled a second as she saw House Terlands great gift to the north.

Golems. They were uncannily humanoid, many of them. Some were the giant, bulky laborer-types slowly dragging cargo from their ships, but others looked like, well, servants.

To Ryoka, Magnolia Reinharts servants had seemed uncannily familiar to a certain era in Earths history. Now she realized Magnolia had based the dress and style of her servants off of Terlands Golems.

They had been carved into their clothing, and they tirelessly pushed mops or maintained the docks. In factall of First Landing was more magical than any city Ryoka had seen save Pallass.

She watched as an experienced crew of [Sailors] stepped back from unloading their cargo ship. Theyd piled a lot of crates up high on what looked like a dais of stone, a rectangle with a glowing gem in the center. As Ryoka watched, it levitated slowly, and a regular-sized Golem began to pull it on a short tether.

Mage lifts. It must be priority cargo like Reinharts damned sugar. We dont have as manymostly the unloading is manual these days. Or simpler.

The comment came from Etril Wellfar. He nodded to another ship, and Ryoka saw a giant clay Golem being tethered to a unique harness. It had to pull a wheeled cargo container towards a warehouse. In fact, Ryoka saw a primitive rail system to make sure that the wheeled lift wouldnt slip into the ocean.

How far weve fallen. But this is House Terlands efficiency at work. With Wellfars help. I hope you will visit our lands where you might see the true potential of Golems unleashed.

A [Lady] with a fan idly spoke, and Ryoka jumpedone of Terlands representatives was watching the docks with a slight frown.

As if a semi-automated dock were something to scoff at. But thenshe had grown up here. And the floating archer-Golem capable of miles-distant bombardment was calmly waiting to return to House Terlands custody.

So Ryoka understood. She understood this city was going to be wild.

Already, she could see landmarks across First Landing. What was notablewell, aside from the dockswere a few elements Ryoka quickly chronicled for later questions.

Firstlythe city was not all old buildings. Some was mundane stone and wood, which fit a city constantly expanding. It had that old inner city with sturdy walls and had progressively gotten more sprawling as it had grown.

Ryoka saw the largest and most impressive towers and buildings were mostly in the center, near the docks, but a few outliers appeared later on. Each one tended to belong to one of the Five Families.

House Reinharts sigil was the only one that Ryoka knew by heart along with Veltras, but they werent exactly hard to guess.

Reinharts was twisting vines and a single flowerbut the vines sometimes looked like snakes. More ornate versions of the sigil included falling petals. House Veltras, by contrast, was of a tree that a bow and lance had been placed against, leaning across the trunk. Like Reinhart, sometimes there were variations.

One of the sigils that Ryoka had seen in the keep had a tiny, tree-like figure half-hidden behind the tree and a Unicorn resting on the grass.

At any rate, she picked out House Reinharts sigil from one of the towers. It waserglowing. A hazy blue-grey light leaking from the crystalline heart of the tower. She pointed it out to Etril and Tyrion.

Ahis that a magical tower?

Both men glanced over, and Tyrion grimaced.

Tower Tuell. Reinhart. I believe it was first home to an [Archmage]. I dont believe it is open for general visitation. I could petition House Reinhart to visit. However, not all their structures are

He looked at Etril for the right descriptor. The [Lord] raised one brow.

Safe?

Lord Pellmia frowned.

Pleasant. Most of the greatest structures are ruled in some way by one of the Five Families, Ryoka. They were funded or claimed after their owners passed. Tower Tuell was a famous laboratory of magic. Now, I believe it fulfills many of Reinharts wants magically.

Such as?

Spying.

Everyone in earshot chorused at once. Ryoka actually saw House Terlands [Lady] smile, before hiding it behind the fan.

It seemed that the Five Families got along much like, well, an extended family. Grudges and prejudices. Ryoka turned back to the citythere was a huge crowd at the docks. And someone with a scrying orb. But they had moments to look while the shouting and swearing [Helmsman] brought them in and anchored.

The second thing Ryoka noticed was that the outer walls lookedodd. She pointed them out and saw that entire sections had beenvaporized. Blown in. An eighty-foot gap was visible from the harborbut someone had erected a hazy barrier of light magic there. Other sections were covered with blooming vines and flowers.

Was that from?

The Second Antinium Wars. The Goblin King broke First Landings walls in many places. Those are the repairs. We have not commissioned finer.

Tyrions face froze up again, and all the nobility fell silent. And againRyoka remembered that the Sacrifice of Roses had taken place here.

Classic Ryoka. However, Pellmia shook himself with a slight laugh.

We might as well replace all the walls, then! Those repairs are stronger than the original, Ryoka. See the vines and plants? That was from the Crown of Flowers. They bloom with each season, flowers even in the winter. [Alchemists] love them.

People with pollen allergies hate them. Like me.

Lord Swey announced, pinching his nose. Ryoka nodded slowly.

So even First Landing had seen foes to bring it to its knees in the modern era. And as if that thought heralded something else, Lord Tyrion calmly pointed to something close to the harbor. A black patch of street, a blasted building and rubble.

There is the Assassins Guild. What remains of it. No more of them. No more rot within First Landing.

Etrils head rose, and his teeth bared. Ryoka looked at him, and then she saw that rubble and her skin crawled. The scars on her back itched.

There it was. No one had built over it. The Five Families had dug up the very firmament, ensuring no hidden passages or secret tunnels remained. Like a rats den, they had purged First Landing of the Assassins Guild.

But that had come at a great cost. Ryoka hadnt been here. But she knew the tale. Her eyes slowly travelled from the Assassins Guild to an edifice along the harbors docks. A bell stood high above the ships, silent despite the wind that tried to move it.

The Bell of First Landing. It waited, never rung except for war or the death of one of the leaders of the Five Families.

It was right there, on these docks while Maviola El, Saliss of Lights, and the Wind Runner were racing for Tyrion Veltras, that someone had rallied the Five Families. Maviola El had flown the banner, but it was her great friend and rival who ignited those flames in First Landing.

Gresaria Wellfar. The [Harbormistress] had charged the Assassins Guild and paid for it with her life. That had been the catalyst that had doomed the Assassins Guild here and across Izril, as the nobility broke their fear of them.

it wasnt the Five Families who charged over those docks and killed the [Assassins]. I was there, Tyrion Veltras. I watched my mother and father die like tempests at sea.

Etril Wellfar spoke, and Ryoka turned and saw his strained expression. He stood on the docks of the ship from where Regein Wellfar had launched every magical spell at the Assassins Guild. He pointed, and Ryokas shivering grew worse.

Gresaria Wellfar stood there, spear in hand, atop her chariot. She called down to the frightened nobility, challenging an army of faceless figures waiting down the street.

She charged them, alone. They watched as she surged into the [Assassins] and fell, never striking a blow.

Thenit wasnt the nobility who came to her defense. Not at first. It was a [Captain] from Cenidau, then the crews of the ships.

[Pirates] and [Sailors] avenging the [Harbormistress] of First Landing.

Only then did the Five Families move. Then came the reckoning. But what Etril remembered, what the seafolk remembered, was that it had been them. Not for a noble house, but for the [Harbormistress].

Ryokas eyes stung as she listened to the retelling of that story. She hadnt known.

She hadknown the [Harbormistress] was one of the people whod died, but never met anyone who had known her. Etril was her son. Now Ryoka understood why he wanted to meet her. She searched for something to say as he looked at her. His ruffled clothing was like an older ships captain, practical and ornate. But he seemed more like a [Sailor] than [Lord], sometimes.

ILady Gresaria

Harbormistress. She was a Duchess, for whatever it was worth. The Duchess of Salt, they called her. But she liked being called Harbormistress.

Ryoka hesitated. She looked at Etril, and eyes like the salt-grey skies waited.

She died because of my arrogance. Im sorry.

No. Those were entirely the wrong words. She died because of me? Ryoka had said something like it before and been reminded of her arrogance. What else?

I wish I could avenge her? I wont forget this?

No, and no. At last, the Wind Runner gulped. She looked Lord Etril in the eyes and nodded.

I wish I could have met her. She sounds like she was a hell of a woman.

Tyrion blinked, but Etrils eyes widened slightly, and he threw his head back. He laughed once, almost in relief.

She was! A hellion worse than her children. She always told us we were too calm and mild. She tore up Izril with Maviola El. A hell of a woman. I like that.

Ryoka exhaled, and Etril shook his head, chuckling. She had gotten it right this time. And Etrilhe turned and pointed, and Ryokas breath caught again as the gangplanks were being lowered.

Dont worry. You can still see her. Look there. It went up two months ago. Ive sailed so constantly after the Circle of Thorns I barely saw it myself. But there she is. Our famous [Sculptor], Haeis of Marble, did it.

And there she was. Ryoka Griffin saw, next to the Bell of First Landing, a smaller statue.

Still life-sized. That was how big the bell was. Someonea true masterhad taken a block of marble and carved

Gresaria Wellfar. She stood there, spear in hand, pointing outwards, head thrown back, white hair tinged the faintest green blowing in the wind. Even her skin seemed weathered by the sea, but her eyes were flashing as she stood atop that chariot.

Numbtongue? Are you alright? Im so sorry

What did he see?

Ulvama seized Erins shoulder with one claw. The [Innkeeper] looked at her, glanced around the room at all the keen eyes, and hesitated only a second.

A clue to one of the worlds biggest mysteries. I think. But I didnt realize they were part of it. Of course you are. I need

She bit her tongue.

I need to speak to Rags. She cant get here fast enough. Numbtongue, when she comes back

Yeah. Let her. Notnot me. What waswho was? Later.

There was genuine fear in the [Bard]s eyes. Ulvama looked at Numbtongue, then Erin.

What was it? Tell me.

She wanted to know. Wanted more than any jewel or artifact Tremborags people had fought over. Erin glanced at Ulvama.

I could. Butare you part of the inn or a guest or what? Rags Goblin?

Ulvama blinked at the keen look. The [Shaman] realized she was dropping her act and smiled widely.

Me? Just [Shaman]. Very curious.

Erin sighed.

Uh huh. Well, when you want to chooselet me know. Or wait for Rags. Numbtongue, you dont remember exactly?

He shook his head. He was pushing away the memories. Erin bit her lip as she helped him into a chair. She turned and looked around.

So what did he see?

Menolit looked very curious. Erin threw up her hands in exasperation.

I wish I could show them. Mrsha, you remember what you saw, unlike Numbtongue, right?

The Gnoll nodded. She began to write, saw Peki and Merrik staring over her shoulder, and put down her quill and began to fire off middle fingers until Lyonette scolded her. Erin sat down.

I want a statue of them to last. I wanthey, who did that statue of Gresaria in First Landing? Could I, like, hire them to do some for me? Id put them up in the inn. In the actual inn, or in Liscor if theyd let me. Can I donate statues to the city?

Every head swung towards her, and Lyonette rolled her eyes.

Hire the most high-level [Sculptor] in Izril? I dont believe we can afford that, Erin. Do you know how much a sculpture costs? A good one? And you do need an expert.

Well, II know that! How much does it cost? But I want one. Ill save up. Heckif there was ever a favor Id askit would be for a statue.

Chaldion had no ears to perk up, but at least one other [Strategist] did. However, Erin was thinking. Lyonette pointed out the obvious again, too-patiently. She knew statues; Calanfer had lots.

A [Sculptor] cant design something they cant see, Erin. Gresaria Wellfar is easy enough because there were paintings of her, but an [Artist] has to use their imagination or a reference.

I know. Does anyone have a [Sculptor] class in Liscor?

Someone slithered forwards and cleared his throat.

There are few experts in Liscor. There is a [Silversmith] among the Silverfangs who does excellent work, but thats not exactly what you want. Ive dabbled in sculpting, but only as a hobby. If you want an expert, Invrisil or Esthelm would be your best bets. And that will strain any budget, believe me. But I can certainly redesign your inn with that in mind. Am I late for my meeting?

Hexel, the [Architect], looked at the stunned Numbtongue, the crowds in the inn, and then at Erin. He raised one brow as Erin turned to him.

Of course, you remembered we had a meeting now? Ill take that as a yes if you need a moment. For some food.

Erin had forgotten all about her appointed visit with Hexel. However, it was almost as well she had gone into the [Garden] today; it had refreshed her memory.

She had a lot of foolscap blueprints, which surprised everyone, including Hexel. He stared around the inner Earther-rooms that Erin had rushed him into. Lyonette and Ishkr carried out a blackboard with some diagrams he eyed, but his attention was mostly on the blueprints. The [Architect] murmured as he delicately ate some roasted pheasant bites.

I knew you had secret interior rooms. Quite sensible and mostly [Rogue]-proof, although the higher-level ones will just teleport or phase through your walls, you know.

They can do that?

The [Architect] smiled politely. The Lamia was curled up with a workmans vestno lower garments. Not that he needed them, scales glittering bright, yellow flecked with browns and reds. His scar that Drakes had given him shifted when he smiled, but he seemed more at ease after being in Liscor for a while.

Countering [Rogues] is an entire game for certain specialists, Miss Erin. Im not one of them, but its quite difficult to create something totally impenetrable. And of course, if you have a delicate system with a hundred subtle counters, it might not stop a battering ram. Design to the clients needs. And it seems like you havean amazingly ambitious inn. What iswho made this?

His interested look turned to one of confusion. Erin was hardly good at laying out blueprints, nor was she trained, but she had captured most of the ideas, by dint of someone repeating the instructions a few thousand times.

The [Innkeeper] smiled sheepishly as Lyonette hovered behind her with some tea. Ostensibly to facilitate the discussions, but also because she was intensely curious.

You wouldnt believe me if I told you, Hexel.

The Lamia glanced up, and his slitted eyes narrowed on Erin for a moment. He looked down, sorting through a complex layer of blueprints, and spoke.

Drevish the Architect?

Erins spray of tea nearly hit the blueprints until Hexel swept them away. Erin gagged as Lyonette nearly dropped her teapot.

Howd you?

Ive studied Drevishs work. Theres not an [Architect] alive who hasnt. Thisfastidiousness. This obscene backward-design and complexity? Even the way he lays out the ideas is quintessentially him. Did you get this from some project he had? KheltId assume. But thisthis is tailored to your inn. How did you do it?

Hexel was shaken. But he was also intelligent enough to wait for Erins response. The [Innkeeper] hesitated. Then she remembered what Olesm had told her earlier. She took a deep breath. Could she trust?

She looked the Lamia in the eye and thought about how long hed been here. Also, Elirr liked him, and Mrsha said Hexel was good. She had to trust someone, so Erin leaned forwards.

Keep it a secret, Hexel?

He nodded. Erin whispered.

G-ghosts.

A one-word explanation. Lyonette rubbed at her forehead. But the Lamia? He looked at her with disbelief, uncertainty, sat backthought about what everyone had seenand then exhaled. He took a long sip of tea.

Please tell me he cant haunt the living. Or hell drive half the [Architects] to their deaths.

Erin laughed then bit back a sob.

No. Hes not coming back. No one is.

Oh. I see.

Hexel stared at Erin and then shook himself. He opened his mouth, shook himself again, and then grabbed the foolscap.

Ill scream about that later. Let me just focus onhe wants four floors. Inner courtyard. Hes designing around your [Garden of Sanctuary]. Dead gods, reinforced magic stone? Fire magicore for heating in the wall insulation. Is thatis that a ballista on top?

Lyonettes head snapped around to glare at Erin.

A what?

Erin was nodding, a huge smile on her face. She watched Hexel sort through the foolscap.

Mhm. Oh yes, this is by the late Drevish. None of his earlier-stage experimentation. Hes refined all his old processes and done more experimentation. Which he always does, to be fair. It generally works. If I do it rightand hes laid it out as if Im an idiotI love how there are actually ingredient lists for the versions of mortar he wants.

He was really insistent about that. He said people often cut corners or get it wrong.

Hexel snorted.

To be fair, they do. But I wouldnt make that mistake. How complex. Hes even included a lot of magical inlays to enhance your inn, assuming youre going to need them. Okay. If I did this, your inn would have walls most castles would envy. It would have a guest-occupancy of one hundred and twenty, which assumes youre not piling people into rooms. Ive seen bigger inns, but this one would be a complex mostly self-contained for defensive reasons. It would have an entire alchemy suite, indoor bathing, a proper cellar complexwarded from Antinium sapping

He flipped through the notes.

And specific designs incorporating your Skills. Including hidden areas only you can enter via your garden door. Its wonderfully overdesigned.

Can you build it?

Erin and Lyonette exchanged a glance. Hexel took a moment to sip from his tea cup.

Oh, absolutely. I can even add a few places for a statue. Although he has one in the inner courtyard, and I think the note says to have him there.

He did that? Thatthatokay! You can build it?

Hexel smiled. The Lamia flicked his tail at the blueprints.

Absolutely. I would do it for the levels alone! We can source a lot of the materials on the market, and despite Drevishs objections, Demas Metal and the Dwarves coming to the north will really help with the prices.

Weve got Dwarves on Izril?

Erin hadnt heard of that. But Lyonette was watching Hexels placid face. She coughed.

Um. Architect Hexel, I notice you havent brought up any fees. We have a consulting fee, though you didnt mention that. Do you want to discuss installments or?

Hexel laughed lightly and shook his head.

For Miss Solstice, I will gladly waive the consultation fee. If I level up from reading these notes, I will pay you. But I dont believe an installment plan is necessary. You cannot afford this. Frankly, until I see even ano, half of the budget, I wont even consider beginning work. There would be no point.

Erin gulped. She looked at the plans and thought of Drevish. Great guy. Grumpy, but greatand used to designing things for Fetohep, the King of Destruction, and monarchs.

H-how much do you think this would cost?

Hexel stared up at the ceiling. His lips moved for a while.

Lets assume I have Antinium labor. And that costs on some of the rare materials go down. Oh, and I can prevail on Master Pelt and Master Hedault and other mages in the area.

Uh huh.

I will also assume Im trying to get this done quickly, not in four years.

Yep.

Well then, advance me roughly three hundred thousand gold pieces, and well see how fast it runs out.

It was Lyonettes turn to begin choking, but Hexel just indicated the designs.

Im not being facetious before either of you two object. Drevish wants magicore insulation. As in, magicore? That substance that [Mages] love? He wants enough to fill the lining in entire rooms. Entire pipes of the damn stuff. Oh, and he wants a plumbing system in copper throughout the inn. He seems to think you can have dedicated toilets in each room.

Oh no.

Erin had told him about modern hotels, and she saw that Drevish, up to the challenge, had designed a lot of guest rooms with an inbuilt toilet and shower or bath. Hexel tapped the blueprints.

Lets say I take that out. Make everything out of wood and stone. I dont know if some of the building would collapse, even with reinforcement Skills. Drevish was a picky bastard. He used to make plans such that if you cut corners, youd watch the entire building implode under the weight of inferior materials. You do know hes calling for mithril-alloy in some of his metals?

Erin covered her face. Lyonettes smile was waxy. Hexel glanced at both of them and shuffled the foolscap together.

So. Once you advance me the gold, Ill begin work. Well have to find a foundation if you dont want me redesigning the inn over your heads, but then again, I could easily just have the Antinium raise the hills next to this inn. By the time this inn is done, no one will be able to dig it out or use [Earthquake] to ruin it. Just let me know when youre ready.

Erins head rose.

What, in ten years? Twenty? Fifty? I cant get that money, Hexel!

The Lamia gave Erin a polite smile.

I am not going to disparage your claims, Miss Erin. But I do have eyes. Chaldion of Pallass, Earl Altestiel, and Niers Astoragon are all sitting in or around your inn. I also hear that delightfully precocious Mrsha is penpals with Fetohep of Khelt. Whenever you have my budget, let me know and I will make time for you. Now, did you want to talk about statues?

A statue cost anywhere from a few hundred gold pieces to tens of thousands. On average. That precluded exceptionally expensive ones made with Skills or with the artisan or materials jacking up the price.

The reason was that a few hundred gold coins paid for a good [Woodworker] to sculpt a statue for a few weeks to a few months. Depending on how cheap you wanted it, the majority of the price could be just finding enough wood of the right material.

But a whole damn statue quarried out of the right marble or granite? Thousands. Start at thousands and move upjust for the effort of finding a block of stone in that condition and transporting it. Even with chests of holding, few devices could hold something of that size.

Obviously, you could get someone else to finance it. And depending on the size, the price scaled down a lot. But if you wanted larger-than-life, the kind that could adorn a plazatens of thousands.

That was the simple economics that Orreh, the [Silversmith] of the Silverfang Tribe, knew off the back of his paw, and he wasnt even a [Sculptor]. He said as much to Krshia Silverfang as he followed her out of the gates.

Somewhat nervously. Everything was strange to Orreh. He had not been at the Meeting of Tribes. Hed worked hard, sent some of his best pieces out to fetch good coin or be gifts for the other tribes, begged for news of their great gift

And then heard Shaman Cetrule was dead. Heard that Plains Eye were ruined, Drakes were marching on the tribes, Doombringers were Doombearers

It was hard for him to take in. Liscorjust heading to Liscor was enough to make his head swim, but the Drakes were friendly here.

The Wandering Inn scared him. Krshia Silverfang had come calling, though, and [Architect] Hexel himself was paying social calls?

Orreh had been finding work not smithing silver but doing clay models for the Lamia, who liked them because they could demonstrate his work so his teams understood. His Skills let him model in three dimensions, but [Builders] liked a permanent frame of reference if the [Architect] wasnt personally overseeing them.

Why me, Honored Krshia?

The Gnoll [Councilwoman] looked tired, but she spoke respectfully enough to Orreh, who had some standing of his own.

Because, Honored Orreh, you are an expert in sculpting silver. You have done wonderful little sculptures.

Foxes, yes. Even adventurerscustom work. Vanity projects. A [Sculptor] does the same before making their piece in large. But Im no [Sculptor]. I dont enjoy stone or clay.

He protested, but Krshia just grinned.

Perhaps thats enough. Erin is a bit

Depressed. The first sight of the [Innkeeper] that Orreh got was a young woman lying on the floor. It could have been a murder scene with a bit of ketchup. As it was, a white Gnoll cub was poking her repeatedly in the side, and Orreh had to restrain himself from shouting Doombringer.

Eh. Eh. Ow. Urgh. Oooh. Stop poking me, Mrsha.

Erin was contemplating the realities of money as Krshia ushered Orreh in. The [Silversmith] wanted to make a good impression, but the first thing he blurted was completely accidental.

Tribes of old! Is that silverflesh? Menwomen of metal?

He saw Yvlon Byres and did a double-take. She blushed and almost tried to hide her arms, but Krshia stopped the blushing woman.

Apologies. This is Orreh, Yvlon. A [Silversmith]. Orreh, you know her arms?

Silverflesh? Its just a rumor. Metal like skin that moves and has feelingSilverfangs used to replace their missing teeth or cap them with silver. I heard Iraz Steelfur had a Skill similar to that, but Ive only met a few Steelfur Gnolls. True Men of Metal had bodies of metal that could change shape.

Ceria smiled and gestured to the embarrassed [Armsmistress] as the Gnoll tried to apologize.

Thats Yvlon alright. What, was there something special about silverflesh?

Itsuseful in combat. I dont take offense, Smith Orreh. Im used to it.

She waved his apology off, and Orreh hesitated.

Only that it was immune to most diseases and couldregenerate? Oh, and there was some great weakness it had to extreme heat and coldbut that could be said of regular skin. Flesh like metal. I dont remember. Does yours change from silver to iron or?

No, not at all.

Ah, then Im mixing memories. I could ask those I talked with, but my master only brought it up as legend. One arm gold, the other brass, a [Smith] who forged his body piece by piece. Stories like that.

Yvlon raised her brows.

If I, umstart losing more body parts or getting golden arms, Ill ask you. Thank you, Master Smith.

Flustered, Orreh turned to Krshia and back to Erin. The [Innkeeper] had sat up and was talking to Krshia.

Im just depressed. I know I cant even afford a statueLyonette says we cant use all our money on a statue right now, Erin. And even a small one would be super expensive.

We already have statues in the garden, Erin!

Yeah, but I cant take themyou see?

Erin gestured as Lyonette called out of the kitchen. Krshia pulled up a chair, produced a comb, and began running it through Mrshas hair as the Gnoll leapt into her lap. Orreh sat, trying not to stare at anyone too long.

I am well aware, Erin. But I thought to offer you a [Shopkeeper]s answer, yes? If the size is the issueOrreh is a [Silversmith]. He does figurines. He could at the very least do a small version, hand-sized, and you could have that to show, yes? And if you make a larger statue, these could be the basis for those.

Erins eyes lit up.

Figurines? Like chess pieces?

Or tabletop games.

Someone muttered from the side. It was, in fact, Troy, putting in a rare appearance from Pallass, his new home. Mostly because a certain Chaldion had wanted to see if he could enter the garden and report back.

Joseph punched his shoulder.

Nerd.

Troy punched back, and the squabble passed completely over Orrehs head. He had a sample for Erin to see, and she gasped as he showed her a beautiful little Shockwoolie sheep. It was done in such wonderful detail you could see minute curves on the wool.

I do the fine work with an actual needle. And an enchanted glass to see better. They are made of silver-alloy, but they are quite affordable compared to even a small statue. Architect Hexel has my time, but for a friend of Honored Krshia, I can do a few statues.

Would you? IId want a few. Gresaria Wellfar, Maviola, even Khelta and

Everyone was listening in, and Erin clamped her mouth shut, but Orreh shifted uncomfortably.

I, ercould do my best, Miss Solstice. But I am no [Artist]. If you give me a picture, I will try, but I often work based on my mind as well as what I see. It is hard to take a single picture and create a person.

Especially because a picture had few references of how large their head was and so on, and the artists took their own liberties. However, Krshias eyes danced as she turned to Erin.

I dont think thats a problem, yes? Erin can give you a wonderful reference, Honored Orreh.

Erins eyes lit up with delight. She laughed, clapped her hands, and took Orrehs paw.

Thats right! Come with me!

Orreh stared at a life-sized statue of Gresaria Wellfar. From every angle. He touched the stone and pulled his paw awayit felt irreverent. You needed reverence here. Thisthis wasnt a statue. This felt like a person encased in stone.

A memory.

Can you use that?

Hm?

He looked up and remembered to breathe.

Iyes. I could copy this. This is far, far easier than any picture. I could copy this far more easily than coming up withit is just copying, yes? Whatwhat is this place? Why do you need a figurine if you have?

He gestured around the garden, which was a far more fitting tribute than he could even dream of. Krshia answered softly as she looked around. There was no Cetrule. There was no

Because even Skills fade. And she cannot show this to everyone.

Erin nodded solemnly. She walked over and showed Orreh another famous Drake, and his knees went weak.

Id like a lot of them. Sserys, Gresariaeven Kishkeria.

Krshia and Orrehs heads snapped around so fast Krshia clapped a paw to her tendons and howled in pain. But she was howling louder at Erin.

There is a statue of Kishkeria, the Archmage of the Eternal Grasslands, here? Show me! Did you think that was not important, youyou

Of all Erins friends, Krshia was one of the few whod grab Erins ear and pinch it. Not hard since they were in the garden, but the yelping [Innkeeper] showed them more statues. She leaned into Orreh as he stared in awe at Kishkeria and Serunial.

I think I have a lot of statues if you want the work, Orreh. But theres one I want more than all of them, and Im willing to pay you for priority work. And Id like it to be big. Likebig enough to be placed on a table, maybe. Youll need to use your imagination, but Ill pay top coin and help you do it.

He looked at her with a frown. So did Krshia. Because Erins eyes had a kind of gleam, a kind of half-twinkle they recognized.

She had an idea. Which had been building on her since seeing Gresarias statue. It was, perhaps, the same thing all owners of every [Garden of Sanctuary] came to. The garden was finite.

ButOrreh followed Erin through the mists. It was not as long or as hard as before, but when he saw the single, short statue waiting for him, his heart pounded so hard he feared he was having an episode like older Gnolls were. He pointed with a shaking paw.

Is thata Gnome? It cannot be a Dwarf. Is it

Yep. This is Zineryr. I want you to make a perfect replica of him. A bigger figurine than that little lamb. Silver doesnt cost that much, right?

That was a hilarious question, but Orreh was willing to cut her some slack. To carve the likeness of this Gnomehe shook his head absently.

I can do it. But wherewhere is the part you wanted me to do myself? This is no harder than any other statue. Less than some, in fact.

He turned, and Erin Solstices eyes twinkled. They sparkled. They danced and laughed almost as hard as the Gnomes. Even dead. Even in memory, she looked at Zineryr and spoke. It wasnt a prank. A prank was harmless.

This was a trick, a jest, and a move on a chessboard as crazy as the Bongcloud attack. But it was also effective. So Erin Solstice showed him a crude sketch that really, really sucked. But Orreh got the picture as she described it.

Okay. I want Zineryr standing here on a pedestal. Like this, you see? But he has one hand raised. Andyou dont need to draw many details, just make it uphave a Human man right here. Hes holding him by one hand, and the guys all beat up. He has a beard. And then hell be standing on top of this stupid guy in robes. There are six of them. You can have one, like, running away in fear.

Hes beaten all six? What does this Human look like?

Orreh pointed at the one being choked out by a four-foot Gnome, already a difficult scene to envision. Itd have to be a high pedestal. Erin beamed.

It doesnt matter. Make him, uhbald. With a beard! He has to have a beard. Dont worry, Ill give you descriptions for each one. Only a few details matter. Youre gonna have a really hard time with one of the women and thisshadow thing, but well make it work.

She was invested in this project, and even Krshia noticed how fast Erin was gesturing.

Were gonna have to have an insignia too. So it has to be big. A plaque. Zineryrs victory over hair loss, bad dancing, um Ill figure out the rest. Or maybe names. Tammyroon, Emmerwho, and so on.

Erin, why so much effort?

Krshia was bewildered. She recognized a vendetta when she saw one, but Erin Solstice just smiled. And there was a flinty look in her eyes that few had ever seen before. Few people, even monsters, were her enemy.

But this?

I want it done, Krshia. And Ill pay to put it up all over the place if I ever get lots of money.

But why?

The [Innkeeper]s eyes glittered.

Because it matters. Because even if the memory isnt one I can show Orreh exactlythats how Im going to remember Zineryr. Holding down six idiots with one hand tied behind his back.

Orreh gulped and nodded, and after receiving an appropriate downpayment, he began to work out some prototypes for The Wandering Inns first actual piece of art aside from Mrshas drawings.

When it was done, Erin promised it would be shown in the common room, for all to see. And if they asked, shed gladly tell them a story about the tale of the last Gnome.

That was how you remembered them. In any city, however they changed, there were still memorials like that.

Often, only for the rich or influential. The people like the [Baker] named Garry would not get a statue that lasted whereas a rich noble who stole designs from Drowned Folk might have a statue that lasted three thousand years until someone blew it up.

Howeverthe unfairness of who got a statue was not the point. It missed the mark that everyone should have one.

If they mattered to you, and you would die, perhaps the true way to remember them was to make sure theyd last forever in words or stone. The [Garden of Sanctuary] was a gift, but it was also painful and heavy.

It would only last as long as you, and then another garden would come to the person who needed it. Who was worthy.

One last city was having an unusual day. And that was Invictel. The largest capital of the frozen north, the Iron Vanguards stronghold.

Dullahans living in this city sometimes claimed that the smoke from the foundries could keep the city warm alone. However, the founders of this city hadnt wanted to risk it.

In Baleros north, the snap-freezes could make trees explode with the cold. And blizzards could rain down so much snow that theyd bury a building in dozens of feet of it over weeks.

It was a harsh place. However, that was why Invictel was built the way it wasthat was to say, enclosed.

Unlike the Drowned Cities, it had no bubble-shield which would have protected it against snow. Nor did Invictel fear armies climbing its walls, so it was no Walled City. Dullahans were distinctly against copying Drake culture.

Invictel was like a giant shell of metal and stone, from which the only openings jettisoned steam or smoke or were windows into the white landscape. Only during the brief summers would the city open much.

Bleak iron and grey stone from the soot against the landscape. Invictel looked like a misshapen piece of metal in the distance. A city as armored as the folk inside.

However, inside Invictel, the Dullahan city was as bright and extraordinary as any cityjust like Dullahans could be so reserved to strangers and outsiders.

Right now, Invictel, never booming with wild and raucous sounds, was quiet. Quietwith that kind of held breath. Many Dullahan cities probably were like this at this time, but this city was especially silent.

For they were still watching a lone Drake slowly opening the door to a keep in a [Garden of Sanctuary].

The [Honest Reporter] had forgotten her promise to Erin. It was long past forty-five minutes. But to be fair to Drassishe had almost forgotten she was reporting at all.

I thinkI think the door is open enough for us to enter. Jewel? Jewel, do you want to?

The Drake looked around and saw a Gold-rank adventurer stumbling towards safety. Jewels hands were red with cold, and she was shivering nonstopthey must have been digging for two hours. The snow had turned to ice. Jokingly, Jewel had called for Keldrass.

After twenty minutes of blowing fire, the Flamewardens had to retire, and the melted ice water froze almost as fast. The only reason the team had gotten the door to the keep excavated, some rooftop exit, was because of Maughin. The Dullahan had volunteered to help crack and shovel the ice, and he had worked tirelessly for two hours. Drassi herself was so cold her voice quavered.

This might be dangerousbut I think were close to Erins limit. II think we have to take a look. Master Maughin?

The Dullahan had frozen the moment he cracked the keeps door open. He stood there, his personally-forged armor complementing his huge frame, but every Dullahan could see his expression change to naked apprehension. He turned to Drassi.

Idare not. I cede the first steps to you, [Reporter] Drassi. Please.

The Drake was so cold she didnt notice the way he spoke, just motioned the cameraperson after her. If she did

Dullahans had such a complex culture of meaning and gestures. Even Kenjiro had trouble keeping up, but they didnt expect as much from him. If you read into Maughins words, youd see how embarrassing it was for him to countermand her offer. It was rude, especially since he had asked to be part of this. It was rude to General Dolost, perhaps, to let a Drake walk his keep first.

And yetthe entire garden was a kind of scandal. Nonot quite a scandal. This was a complicated feeling.

It was like looking at a Dullahan without their armor on. Intimate. Embarrassing because of that. This was his personal Skill. A place so sacrosanct no one had seen it, possibly not even his closest companions.

But every Dullahan wanted to see what a legend of their people had created. They also feared it. Tulm the Mithril, the Seer of Steel

The very existence of a [Garden of Sanctuary] for a [General] of their people impliedsecrets. It implied there was something that was shameful that he couldnt share with his people. At the very least, it implied he couldnt trust the Iron Vanguard of that era with it.

So attention? Drassi might not have known it, but an entire species was watching her slowly trail through the keep. No wonder Maughin feared what he might find here.

Itswarmer inside. I dont know how to describe this if youre watching, but the air is justwarmer. I cant even feel the cold from outside. I guess this is controlled magically somehow.

Drassis shivering stopped. Her footsteps trailed through stone corridors. Not poor, lumpy stone, but there were no rugs. This really was like a hermitage; even for Dullahans, it was austere.

Everyone in Invictel watched as Drassi walked forwards. What had Dolost wanted to hide?

You seeit wasnt going to be a flower garden. It wasnt going to be his passion for woodworking. If you had something like that, you would show your lover, a friendthe most significant act for a Dullahan was to show the inner beauty or passion they had. The value was in the trust of that.

This was something never meant to be seen. Or if it wasit was something Dolost would never reveal to anyone but the closest people in his life. Drassi trailed past rooms, shining a wand into them.

I think were passing by a library. You see?

She stopped, and the camera caught Maughin as his breath inhaled sharply. He raised his head and gazed into a ruined library. Books, frosted over, and snow. Drassi exclaimed.

Oh no. The window

It was open or the snow had burst through. Despite the temperature inside the keepno, because of it, the snow had frozen and melted, ruining most of the books. The ones that looked intact were covered by a sheet of ice.

Books from before the Creler Wars.

Maughin whispered. Tulm the Mithril and half the [Librarians] in the world began sending [Messages] demanding someonecarefullyinspect the library.

But the [Innkeeper] might never let them in again. To this garden. Of which there was only one other. Drassi knew the truth, but even this garden

There was a simple staircase, so wide that Maughin could navigate it with ease. Dolost must have been closer to a War Walker himself or this place was meant to let them in. Down, Drassi went, and the camera, following her, heard a voice.

The keeps not that complex. I think its three floors. Four if theres a baseoh. Ohoh my Ancestors. UmI dont know whatM-Maughin?

She came up the stairs, and countless hearts skipped as everyone craned their necks to see. Drassi whispered to Maughin, and the [Smith]s face was apprehensivethen confused. Then he put his head on his shoulders.

Let me see. I think Iexcuse me.

He navigated around her. Drassi stood back against one wall, and the camera captured the slow movement of Maughins metal form.

Tromp. Tromp. Tromp

Footsteps in the dark hallway. The faint, pale blue glow across cold stone. Melting ice. Maughins voice echoed from below as he reached the second floor, the one where Dolosts secrets lay.

Everyone heard an intake of breaththen a cry. What emotion was in his voice? It was sharpthen there was a thump. Metal on stone.

Maughin? Come on

Drassi hurried down, and the cameraperson hesitated. Was there danger down there? In a dead garden?

Down the steps. Twenty-eight, in the winding staircase. Then they saw a hall faintly illuminatedeach window set into the keep packed with snow.

Despite thatDrassis wand was not the only thing illuminating the room. It had fallen next to Maughin. He was on his knees. The Dullahans head lay on the ground.

But the candles still burned. Everburning candles, spaced around the room, their faint light giving the room a quiet ambiance. Illuminating each and everyhead perfectly.

For a heart-stopping moment, those watching thought they were real heads. Then, as the candlelight flickered and Drassi exclaimed, they realized what they were seeing.

Carved heads. What does itMaughin, are you alright?

He tried to speak. Then they saw it. And more than one watcher collapsed or made an unseemly display of emotion. Tulm the Mithril blinked, relaxing as he took his hand off the spell to cut off Wistrams scrying spell to the city.

The Seer of Steel was shaking. He was having a far more emotional reaction toDrassi pointed at something sitting at the far end of the room.

It was just a pillow, where you could sit with clay, stone, or wood in hand. There were simple tools for each. And upon that pillow youd sit and with a tablecarve.

Carve the details of a face into being. Not the rest of the bodies. Because they were Dullahans. Your armor was something you showed off, but you couldnt change a head. So the heads, thousands of them lining the walls, were the people Dolost had known.

Soldiers. Officers, perhaps family or civilians. There were no names. He might not have known all the names. But the Dullahan knew one thing:

He knew the statues he saw in the falling snow. So he carved them. Each and every head, and placed them here.

They stared down at Drassi and Maughin and the audience, smiling, frowning, weepingsilent in judgment. So this was what the great [General] of the Iron Vanguard had done.

Beautiful.

Tulm the Mithril wondered if Maughin said it. That was what the [Strategist] thought. The perfect example of a hero. Tulm had beenafraid. Very afraid of what they might find. A [General]s confession. Some sin to make the Iron Vanguard tremble.

Maughin was overcome with emotion as he knelt there. He understood, like Drassis audience, what this meant. The effort of a Dullahan who had so little time to himself.

Drassi broke the silence after a long time. Her voice echoed slightly in the vast chamber.

I thinkI think I dont have the words for this. Nor do I feel like we should intrude any further. I will ask Maughin what he would like to saybut this was the [Garden of Sanctuary] the great General Dolost resided in. Now, it is a memorial.

It should be seen by my people.

Maughin whispered. Drassi tried to help him up, and he rose mostly of his own power. She shook her head slightly.

It was bequeathed to the current owner for a reason. Im sureshell be respectful, Maughin. But it is hers.

Erin Solstices. Tulm had not missed those books. Maughin shook his head.

One more moment. Please

He looked at the walls of heads. Now that the camera swung around, you could see the way the room was laid out. The heads looking down from each sidethe far wall had a banner, tattered by battle. A kind of altar to make the heads at. A workshop.

It would scare a little Gnoll or most species to death. Which was why Drassi had been so unnerved at first. But it was a Dullahan place, and it meant something to them.

Thislet no one touch this, at least. Maughin looked back one last time, and they turned. Dolosts memorial kept burning in the darkness as, quietly, Drassi led the group back out of the keep and gave a little speech with Maughin before leaving the [Garden of Sanctuary].

She closed the door behind her, and the snow was already piling back up. Not that anyone could get into the garden without Erins permission. That was their one look into the garden.

When the keeps door was closed, there was a finite amount of air in the keep. And darknessoh, lots of darkness. But it beat letting more snow in like the poor library.

A hand slowly closed the window at last. The falling snow reburied the keep, but a footstep echoed overloud in the keep.

From the inside. A figure turned to the closed door. It was well that Drassi and Maughin hadnt tried to go to the first floor. Or else something would have to be done.

The other hand lifted something, and a light illuminated the dark keep. It glowed pink and blue, the flames twining together in the lantern the [Innkeeper] held. She exhaled, then returned to the door leading to her inn. She inhaled; the fresh air was welcome in the keep.

Slowly, the [Innkeeper] descended to the second floor. She shivered, as she had the first time she had seen Dolosts memorial. She understoodbut it was not how she had done it.

Her door followed her down.

It led out of her room, and no one knew she was using it. It was late, and she had gone for a lie down. Nor did they realize that she could make the door appear wherever she wanted, wherever there was a wall.

She had the Key of Reprieve. She had hoped Drassi would give up, but shed let them get to the second floor.

Erin wondered if she should have turned the snow off. However, that was how it worked, wasnt it? She wandered down to the first floor of the keep and sighed. Erin raised her lantern higher, and the twin colors illuminated Dolosts home. His private place. Tulm was wrong to fear something scandalous from Dolost in anintimate or untoward sense.

However, everyone had secrets and failures, and the Dullahan had put his on display. Erin walked from room to room, but not for long. She heard a faint chiming sound in her room in the inn and hobbled over to the nearest wall. She collapsed into a chair and scowled faintly at the pile of objects on her desk.

Chessboard, Go board, a speaking stone inscribed with ancient magical encryption runes on loan from Kevin, letters from the Runners Guildand [Messages] transcribed. Oh, and the thing that had made a sound, like it was copying home

Her [Message] scroll from Niers Astoragon. Had he added that feature? The little quasi-ding sound?

You damn Fraerling. Youve doomed the world.

Erin grumbled, but she moved a piece on the chessboard, slapped a Go stone down, then exchanged a few moves with Niers as her moodand extremitieswarmed up a bit. Only then did she read his [Message]. Erin snorted and rolled her eyes.

If Niers could have seen her faceErin glanced around suspiciously. Scrying spells. The inn wasnt warded, even if she was. Another, longer sigh as she picked up a quill and wrote a response to the question. Just like DrassiNiers was smart. It was just that one of them kept needing to prove it. He had written:

N:So how many Relic-class items did Dolost have in his keep? Spare sets of armor? Asking for Foliana and all the Dullahans in my command.

The [Innkeeper]s response was slower, and she noticed a few telltale dots of inkhe was definitely about to write, and so the conversation was slower on her end as she took her time replying.

E: Thats not the point, you know.

N: Of courseuntil you need to arm your [Knights]. Even if he left armor and weapons fully sized for your friend, Normen, you need potions, amulets, gear. I also wonder how much Architect Hexel asked to redesign your inn? Weve got gold. Can we trade? As I keep saying, I really would like to help.

E: I believe you. Theres not as much as you think. But again, thats not the point.

N: I dont follow. You press your opponent and solidify your advantage in chess. I dont know if anyone could lecture you in sound strategy there. But leaving an item in a vault is just Drake-like. Treasures, gold, works for you only when utilized unless you have a [Hoarder] class.

E: Mhm.

N: So

E:Whos worthy of wielding a magic sword that shoots thunderbolts? No one in my inn is ready for Adamantium armor. They wont level. I dont want gold for my inn, either. Its something I have to earn myself. Its super hard, but Im going to do it. Because I have to do it.

N: Ah, I see. But you dont have to refuse help. Im sorry, it feels strange to talk to someone who isnt looking for something. My students have the opposite opinion.

E:Probably. Theyre your students.

N: Hahaha.

E: We all have our tasks, Niers. I need to do more, I know. This is part of that. Im answering my debts. You helped so muchdo you want a <Quest>? Theres so much to do. Should you be wasting so much time talking to me?

N: Now that you mention it, Ive only been following along the last few days. Things are picking up here. Id actually confess I have no time for a <Quest> unless you have one relating to The Dyed Lands?

E:Nope. Too new. Sorry. Thats good. Ill let you know if I need a favor, but its like that. Lets catch up tomorrow? Good game.

N:I see, now. Just one more thing. Have you seen Paeth on the news?

E: Yes! They were so cute and cool! If I ever get to Baleros or if I can meet those FraerlingsIll have something to give them. I was working on it today.

N:What is it?

E: A great joke.

Then she put aside the message scroll, but kept up the sporadic, quiet clicking of pieces on the chess board. Erin played for a long while before she picked up the second object on her desk. Her heart pounded harder, but when she triggered the activation rune and spoke, it was easier. And she smiled almost instantly, after the heart-wrenching moment of

Um. Hey. Is this thing on? Its me.

Erin Solstice. I trust the vultures have not unduly troubled you of late? I have made subtle intimations to keep them away, but the most arrogant of the lot are baying dogs, some too close to remove, such as Grand Strategist Chaldion.

Fetohep of Khelt spoke so casually, it was as if they were back in his palace and she was just a voice in his ears, a floating ghost. Erin stopped to wipe at her eyes.

Iits just like were talking again, Fetohep. How are you?

His voice was soft. Kind. Tired, she thought.

Khelt trembles with all that has come to pass, Erin. I have spent half a month restabilizing it. I grieve. I work. It gladdens me to hear tidings of your inn. A certain Gnoll child pesters me from time to time.

Mrsha?

She ismore precocious than most of the Gnolls who have come to Khelt.

You took them in? Of course you did. ThatsI think Khelta would be proud. All of them would. Serept especially.

I believeyou are correct. Queen Xierca was the one I thought of. You knew her as much as I. This is something she would have done, I think. Stood upon the borders and welcomed them with open arms. For the deeds and what they have done, nevermind the friction.

Erins eyes stung, but she was nodding even though he couldnt see it.

Yes. Absolutely. Fetohep, its so hard here. But Im levelling, and I remembercan I help you? Do you need a quest?

And again, the ruler hesitated as much as Niers had.

Khelt is not ready for such tasks. Khelta has left me with her own designs. We have been weakened by the battles and losses of this world. All have, but I will say no more, even between us. You surely understand. In timeyes. I merely hoped to exchange words with you.

Anytime. Do youdo you really talk to Kevin regularly?

Ihad exacting designs for my bicycles. He is something of a conversationalist. This was when Khelt was largely untroubled.

You dont hafta explain it to me, Fetohep. Kevins great.

I-indeed. On that topic, I have one thing to ask you, Erin Solstice. And it is pressing. I believe I know your answer given your class has not changed

A slight sound that made him stop. Erin clutched at her desk.

They all vanished, Fetohep. All of them. There was no one to give the classes.

He was silent so long that Erin knew he understood as much as she did. Fetoheps voice was level, without tremble or variation. But it did still change.

Then that shall be factored into the reckoning due. I will ask you in fullness, then, Erin Solstice. I have appointed my successor, a child who is of Khelt, but has seen the world. Brave and wise in her youth. She knows as well as I that I may choose another. Would you be Khelts heir apparent? If soI will grant you that class.

Would you be Khelts [Queen]? Erin thought of Khelta and her vow when she had just woken up. Her response was softer, but she did hesitate.

No. And not because I dont think its an honor, Fetohep. Im too far. Im not as good at ruling as this. The [Witches] and the rulers of Khelt knew I was an [Innkeeper]. Ive gotten nearly to Level 50 this way. I dontI dont have time to do it another way.

Fairly stated. Then let us talk of more pleasant things a moment. I have oft-described the Quarass of Germina to you, though she is one of the few individuals you have never met, only heard tales of, I am sure.

Erin shuddered.

The Quarass? Ooh. That scary lady. Or guy? Shes got a lot of enemies. Hadwhats she up to? I mean, shes a possible ally. If you dont mind checking your food for poison.

This one is more responsible. I had the strange privilege of watching her act as an [Innkeeper] for a day to obtain the class.

The [Innkeeper] laughed so hard she knocked a few chess pieces over. It was okay; she was fairly certain someone else, another Fraerling perhaps, was challenging her, so she was wiping the floor with them with one hand.

No. Way. Thats sowhat was it like?

I believe the mortals were slightly nervous of poison. I myself considered the option. How is the Mrsha-child behaving?

Umlet me tell you about Cerias breakfast challenge. You know Ceria, right?

I have met her. Is shewell?

They talkedgossiped, ratherfor another thirty minutes. But Fetohep left Erin as soon as she began yawning. Reluctantly, she put his stone down.

He didnt offer her Khelts riches. He got it. But Erin wasnt done. Now that she had begun, it was easier.

The next missive she pulled out was a bit florid, mostly because it was transcribed. It had to be, but the gist of it was that the sender was extremely apologetic and hadnt read her request until now. Erin skipped down the page until the ending.

His Majesty, Laken Godart, wishes you to know that your missives will immediately reach his presence at earliest convenience. Once again, he extends his relief for your recovery on behalf of the Unseen Empire. A personal note from the Gold-rank team, Griffon Hunt, also add their congratulations and desire to visit your inn at earliest convenience.

His Majesty dictates verbatim: This missive will only be read by myself and my most trusted advisors, Erin. Lady Rie Valerund is transcribing my words. I hold her in my closest confidence. May I ask why youre inquiring into Nanettes whereabouts? It is agitating some of the [Witches] here. They seemed quite curious of you when they saw you on the scrying orb, but they werent certain. What is your plan, and can the Unseen Empire help you or Ryoka?

His Majestys confidence in the sanctity of the words exchanged with Miss Erin Solstice and the Mages Guild are tempered by his knowledge of such methods. On behalf of the Unseen Empire, please consider any responses

Whomever Lady Rie Valerund was, she had a style of writing that Lyonette would appreciate. Erin just stuck to Lakens words. Her quill stayed dry a long time before she penned her response.

Hey, Emperor Laken, I know you were one of the people who helped save my life. I am in your debt. And in debt to more people than I can count.

I am going to repay all debts. At your earliest convenience, if you would like to tell me when is acceptableI will come to Riverfarm. I would like to meet and speak to Nanettethats all I can say right now, and the rest should be left for her.

It seems like its been a long time since I was going to go to the Summer Solstice party. However, if you are willing, I will visit you in earnest with my friends and family. I know you havefriends of mine. Not just Griffon Hunt.

Lets meet in person. I would like to greet you and thank you. Well reckon with the consequences of our actions in full. But Id like to meet and leave as friends. Best, let me know,

Erin Solstice

Her hands trembled a bit as she put the letter aside for Alcaz to bring to the Mages Guild tomorrow. But so it went. Erin Solstice kept glancing at the wall, where the garden showed her more rooms. More gardens. In a bit, perhaps shed sit in the flower garden to relax.

But she forced herself to keep writing, pausing to think. However difficultthe next letter she pulled out made her think for a long time. Then she wrote her response.

From: [Innkeeper] Erin Solstice, The Wandering Inn, Liscor.

To:Archmage Feor, class unknown, Centrists Faction, Wistram Academy.

Dear Archmage Feor. Thank you for your letter and offer. It is exceedingly generous, but I have to decline. I dont believe I can help you yet. I do have <Quests>, but I would like to tell you this:

Everything you want lies above. You may not be ready. Zelkyr was a petty guy from everything Ive heard. However, you will never get there by staying in Wistram.

[Archmage] Kishkeria roamed Chandrar from her home in Izril. [Archmagus] Tolleve-beis, the Archmage of Dragonfire, another legend of old Chandrar, roamed the world as an adventurer. They did not become [Archmages] in Wistram.

I would invite you to leave Wistram Academy. Maybe go to the new lands? Maybe elsewhere. They said of [Archmages], once, that a true [Archmage] had gone to a hundred different nations and cast a different spell in each one.

Come to my inn and Ill give you a free meal and we can talk about magic. Not that Im an expert, but as it is now, even with Archmage Eldavin, theres more to learn outside Wistrams walls.

Sincerely,

Erin Solstice.

She was getting a bit grumpy. Erin debated trying to write the letter again, but she decided against it. She had to roll her wheelchair over to the gardens door.

Excuse me? Can I get a snack from? Silveranwhy are you still working here? Okay, pass me something munchy.

She came back with a bowl of lovely crackers and some dips including the silkap dish. Silveran himself offered Erin a lovely Prelon juice. She sipped at it suspiciously, then sighed, smiled, and put the letter aside.

What next? She picked up another letter, read it, and began to write.

To King Itreimedes of Avel, I apologize, but Im not giving out <Quests> upon request. If I can say so, though, the royal line of Avel never became the finest archers in the world by sitting in their palace.

Princess De-ra, the greatest archer of Avel, even more than King Avel himself, famously went from nation to nation challenging every archer in the world. Which really annoyed them, but she became the worlds most renowned archer without even becoming the [Queen] of Avel.

Have you considered going on a trip? Did you know that there are a lot of dungeons and secret places left to explore? The Crossroads of Izril let people travel across the continent far faster than normal. Terandria has no fewer secrets Id guess, but I dont know many of them.

We have delicious food in Izril. But even if Your Majestysorry, I forget titles and suchdoesnt want to go exploring on his own, maybe consider sending your subjects or expertise abroad. Even Gnolls love your bows. Could I ask about buying something from Avel, maybe? The Bow of Avel is famous. By the way, have you been upgrading it?

Shooting respect your way

Nah. Probably leave the last part out. Erin wavered, but Avels people had a sense of humor. She sat there, smiling, and thought of the statues. Tears dripped onto the desk now and then, but she kept writing.

Ghosts. Glorious ghosts. She knew their names and wrote them down and sent their legacies scorching across the world like fiery comets. So long as someone remembered them.

In statue, in word, in deed

That was something.

Authors Note: Im tired. It occurs to me you hear this every time and as stated in the AMA, Im realizing I need to vary things up a bit.

But what was supposed to be 18,000 words, a lighter break after a 16,000 word AMA has turned into this

I made this an interlude because I wasnt ready for the Volume 1 rewrite I had scheduled. Well, Ill try to do the rewrite next chapter and a short half-chapter on Saturday.

This is because Im taking my August break earlier and longer. I think I mentioned it but Im going on a family vacation and Ill be back around the 16th. Ill have the dates up but I hope you understand its a hectic week with a lot of demands in that dreaded real world for me.

Despite itI somehow wrote a longer-than-average chapter. So theres that. I hope you liked the AMA, and whatever I come up with. We do have obligations, but meeting them shouldnt always be a chore. If Erin can write a letter, I can sit in an airplane who loses my luggage and cancels my tickets. Something like that. Thanks for reading!

Dragon by Lanrae!

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Lights in the Garden of Sanctuary by /cmarguel

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