Book 9: Chapter 19

Book 9: Chapter 19

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In Baleros, there is a [Doctor].

Her name is Geneva Scala, and she needs to be found. She is waiting, waitinga guest of the Minds of Selphids. Few people know this, and even if they do, who can find her, much less bring her back?

The Minds have her. And whichever Minds they arethey are both secluded and guarded by an army.

The Titan of Baleros had lots of maps. And he had found at least one group of Minds before. As for an army? He had a few. Now, the trick was sneaking up on a telepathic group of super-brains, or at least, cornering them.

Find, locate, extractand the prize would be meeting the Last Light of Baleros, a woman from another world. Earth.

The Titan mulled over his maps as he sipped a mug of coffee, which he was probably already addicted to. And he had one, crucial thought.

Damn the [Doctor].

The reason why he had a cup of coffee was not because Oteslias new product had spread to Balerosironically, the species of plant that made coffee was endemic to Baleros anyways.

The reason was because the Titan of Baleros kept tabs on things, so he had heard about the drink. But he was mainly drinking it because

The Wandering Inn was selling coffee. At a huge markup. The Titan of Baleros happenedjust happened to know this, because next to his maps and notes about the offensive against The Dyed Lands, finding Geneva Scala, and pushing back Jungle Tails was a scrying orb.

One of four. But this one just happened to be a feed of The Wandering Inns common room. And he was, right now, watching as a flood of Goblins, Antinium, adventurers, and interesting people poured into the inn in what would be a three-day mega party.

And he had just seen Erin Solstice return from her vacation with what he swore was a flaming hat. How Niers wished he could be there.

He had heard, down the grapevine, that The Wandering Inn had famous parties. And an Antinium army would be returning to the city as well as even more fun guests in the next few days.

The Titan was piqued. He hesitated, scribbled in a little Fraerling-sized scroll, then tried to stop. But he couldnt. So he kept compounding his problem, butthe [Message] scroll read something like this.

Niers: Heard about the river incident. Anything interesting happen with your [Emperor]?

Niers: Pekis at the battlefield. Not my fault.

Niers: Thoughts on the Crusade? Have you met Xrn?

Niers: Nice hat.

He told himself that four was too many. Which was why six messages since Erins last comment was, uhhe was fiddling with a quill when someone passed by his table littered with tools at breakfast.

Foliana was used to Niers in work-mode. But she definitely noticed the non-war-related paraphernalia at the table. Niers tried to hide the scroll behind his back, and the squirrel just shuffled around him.

She looked up at Niers as he opened and closed his mouth. Then Foliana killed him. She leaned forwards, and her huge squirrel-face contorted into a terrible glee and, worse, sympathy for him as the Fraerling looked at her in horror.

Lame.

She left Niers skewered on the table and hopped off. The Titan slowly rolled up the [Message] scroll and went back to plotting to kill people. Possibly with more vengeance than before. But he didnt miss the inns commotion. He couldnt see the private elements, of course, but he was watching.

The [Princess] was standing in a flurry of people, organizing them pretty well, calling out names, meeting with a Watch Captain and a few Councilmembers of Liscor. A party. They were having a party, and multiple cities were invited.

But the little Goblin Chieftain and Erin Solstice were nowhere to be seen.

Lyonette du Marquin stood in The Wandering Inn, and Pawn was glad to see her. He had missed Lyonette terribly, and he walked forwards.

Lyonette. You are back. I have missed you. How was

Then, like usual since she had returned, a figure in golden armor subtly interposed himself between Pawn and Lyonette. Ser Lormel coughed as the [Princess] hurried into the inn, escorting a young girl.

Who was this? Pawn tried to edge past Ser Lormel as the Thronebearer blocked him. The others were like that, too. Whenever he and Lyonette tried to be private, one of them was there.

He waited for Lyonette to turn to him and order her people out of the way, but she was busy talking to a young Human girl.

Im so sorry its chaotic, Nanette.

Not at all, Miss Lyonette. I should see how the inn is if Im to live here.

Yes, but I did hope it would be less chaotic. What am I saying? Heres the inns common room, and as you can see

Lyonette. Lyonette, what are these Goblins doing here? I need to talk to you or Erin about so many.

Watch Captain Zevara ran into the same problem as Pawn was slowly trying to push Lormel into a wall. Ser Dalimont checked her with an arm, and she stared at him.

Excuse me, Miss. Her Highness is busy.

I am Watch Captain Zevara on business of Liscor. And this inn is technically part of Liscor. One side.

I regret that no authority but the crown of Calanfer can supercede my orders, Watch Captain.

Ser Dalimont and Zevara clashed in a rather impressive way. The Watch Captain was literally breathing fire, but Dalimont didnt move. And Lyonette was showing Nanette around, still.

Was this a new guest of the inn? Another child?

In Pawns view of the world, children could be born naturally, a process which he was still fuzzy about since the Antinium had no place in other species biological reproduction. Or they appeared, like Mrsha. Thus, he was the only person to guess that Nanette was staying at the inn. In which case he should obviously introduce himself to her to make a good impression. He had failed with Mrsha, but she was a rapscallion.

Excuse me, I need to speak to Lyonette. Please move.

I regret that Her Highness is busy, Mister Pawn.

Lormel had the friendly look of someone who really wasnt that friendly. Pawn frowned.

I have not insisted because I am being polite to Lyonettes guards. But I must. Please move.

Mister Pawn, I am well aware of youracquaintanceship with Her Highness, but I regret to say that she is busy.

Lormel stressed the words with that same veneer. Pawn suspected that he wasnt regretful at all. If he were, he would have let Lyonette know Pawn was standing there. What annoyed the Antinium more than the lies was something else, though.

I am not Mister Pawn.

Oh? Pardon me, sir. I simply use it as a term to refer to people. As [Knights] of Calanfer do, sir.

I am not sir, either. I am a [Priest].

Lormel hesitated for a second. He eyed Pawn with a look of slight unease, then smiled.

Well, er, Priest Pawn, as Ser Dalimont said, no force besides the crown of Calanfer supercedes Her Highness own will. Please step back, and we will let Princess Lyonette know someone is petitioning her time at her convenience.

Pawn stared at Lormel as a familiar feeling of frustration began to build in him.

You know my relationship with Lyonette.

Lormels lips compressed, and his eyes swiveled about, but the inn was floodingliterally flooding with people. Ceria escaped through the door as a flood of people asking for autographs charged in after her. Mrsha had met a wild Grev, and the two were high-fiving as Gireulashia gently picked up a startled Human and moved them out of the way so she could find her little friend.

No one had heard, so the Thronebearer leaned forwards.

I know nothing of the kind, sir, and I would hope you will be silent about most untoward accusations against Her Highness integrity.

Pawn looked at him. Then something clicked in his head, and he realized they knew. Which meant they were doing this on purpose. And disapproved. And

Calmly, he patted Ser Lormel on the arm.

My private life is my business. And Lyonettes. Who I will now see at our convenience. Thank you for not getting in my way further, Ser Lormel. I would hate to disturb your work.

I regret

Ser Lormel reached for Pawn, and Gireulashia bodily checked him into a table.

Mrsha, MrshaMrshaMrsha, lets sit here withoops! Im so sorry!

She hadnt seen him, and the Thronebearer went stumbling into a table. Lormel turned to grab Pawn, who was marching towards Lyonette, and slipped. On his ankle.

[Bane of Luck].

Lormel was down, and Dalimont, Sest, and Ushar closed ranks. And all the while? This was the least important thing in the inn in some sense.

Because there were Goblins, and the [Princess] had promised a party. The only problem wasthere was no Erin wandering about organizing everything in her odd way. There was a party, and this time, it was Lyonette who had to deliver.

The [Princess] was stressed out. But in that way where she invited the stress. Lyonette was deliberately buying time to think by showing Nanette around the rooms and organizing the little witch her spot.

But she was well aware that Zevara was breathing smoke, and that Lism, Krshia, Elirr, and the Councilmembers were waiting for her.

And the [Mayor] of Invrisil. Nanette seemed to sense it too.

Miss Lyonette, you can let me look around. Its safe in the inn, isnt it?

Yes

Nanette gave her a brave smile. She looked around the common room and found Mrsha speaking excitedly with Gire. Her eyes went round at the sight of the huge Gnoll.

She must be Ekhtouch! Mrshas hereshe can help me if Im lost, cant she? I can look around myself.

That instantly placed her as older than Mrsha. Lyonette hesitated.

If youre sure. Erin would be here, but we are in the middle of everything. Thank you, Nanette. I shall make it up to you.

The girl went to tip her hat again, caught herself, and just smiled. Guiltily, Lyonette nodded to her, stepped back, then clapped her hands.

Every head in the inn turned as the [Princess] invoked her aura. And her voice.

Attention, everyone! The Wandering Inn is open for business.

Those familiar words. Smiles appeared on toothy fangs and mandibles, and then Lyonette saw familiar faces in the guests.

Old friends. Repeat customers.

They were already here, because they had sensed the moment the instant it began building.

Senior Guardsman Relc, tugging his daughter over to the table that Klbkch had already secured. The changed Antinium had a bowl of acid flies in one hand, and they were seated right next to Menolit, wearing his Liscor Hunted apparel.

New visitors too, like Venaz, staring at the Goblins with undisguised wariness. He twisted in his seat, and Wil put a hand on his shoulder with Merrik as Redscar entered the inn.

With Thunderfur. The Carn Wolf scared every cat in existence into hiding behind Elirr as the [Beast Trainer] eyed the giant wolf with appreciation. Lyonette saw a Lamia poking his head out from behind Elirrs back and smiled.

Nerry the Sariant Lamb scuttled into Garias arms as Numbtongue looked around. And he grinned as a sleepy [Alchemist] poked her head out of her shop and smiled and waved at him. But there was Badarrow and Snapjaw and

Ishkr. The [Head Server] was everywhere, showing Antinium who to give food to and how to record receipts in the busy inn. Amazingly, he was keeping up with the chaos so far, but one look and Lyonette knew he needed backup.

Sowith countless more faces she knew, like grumpy Tekshia banging a claw on the table and demanding cookies, Ceria slyly offering Bird a stone bird wing shed claimed from a Gargoyles corpse and getting a hug in return, Lyonette called out.

We are slightly busy! So I hope you will bear in mind that these are going to be busy days. Please do not disturb any other guests, including the adventurers. The second floor is off-limits. Lastly, do not go into the kitchen for food, no matter how hungry you are. We store jars of acid in there.

Some of the guests blanched, but the others just laughed. Mrsha was staring at Lyonette, and the [Princess] caught her daughters eye. She jerked her head and gave a meaningful nod to Nanette, who was watching Lyonettes crowd management appreciatively.

Mrshas eyes went round, as if shed forgotten Nanette. She had to be responsible now! She slid out of her seat and went to grab Nanettes hand, much to Gires shock. Grev, the rascal, was just grinning, his feet up on a table as he leaned back in his chair.

The inn was warm with so many bodies and smelled like something wonderfully spicy coming from the kitchens. The Goblins smelled a bit travel-worn, a bit muddy, wet, like clothing got or leather, after being frozen and doused in water, and some were shivering from their long, high-altitude flight. So Lyonette gave orders fast.

I could use a larger fire and a second fire, Liska. Ishkr, please call out if youre in trouble, but focus on food for the tables.

They had no bartender, unfortunately, which meant Ishkr would have to somehow fill mugs as well as deliver food.

That was what Lyonette thought until a familiar figure paused and tried to duck behind the counter. She thought it was that other [Innkeeper]until she saw the beetle shell. And the waving silver antennae.

The Antinium polishing the counter clean and filling mugs peeked up at her as he surreptitiously took money and filled a mug of ale. Lyonette glared at Silveran, but it was not Silveran.

Because of the huge, bushy mustache he wore, see? He stroked it as Silverstache, the temporary [Bartender], got to clean up all the horrible messes on the bartop. And yes, it was a silver mustache on his face.

Lyonette just sighed, but all hands were needed, and more were in fact wanted. So she clapped her hands.

Right now, I would like to ask anyone with personal business to waitI need to speak to Liscors Council, Watch Captain Zevara, and the [Mayors] of Invrisil, Celum, and anyone from Pallass regarding the parade. Next, I would appreciate it if Menolit, Temile, Kevin, Josephsomeone find them if theyre not hereImani and Palt, uhm, Selys, and a few others would wait for me. I wont be more than fifteen minutes.

Now that was odd. It was like Erin telegraphing her seemingly-random moves ahead. But this was Lyonette style, and Menolit looked as curious as Kevin. Selys glanced at Lyonette sharply, but the [Princess] was already heading off to meet with Zevara. She passed by Pawn, smiled at him, took his hand for a second, and had to go.

For the news was this: the inn was throwing a party. But it required everyones help.

A holiday? Really?

The news in the rest of Liscor was simple. The Council, after a flash-meeting with the [Princess] at the inn, had come to an agreement.

In fact, the word was being cried across Liscor. A panting Ser Lormel, trying to escape his run of slips and bad luck, was standing at a bakery supplier.

Yes, sir. And I shall need all the sugar you have. Flour, erI have a list

Lyonette had called for supplies knowing that among the things you could sell in this three-day holiday would be cakes, cookies, and other confections. Ser Lormel wanted them run to The Wandering Inn, but the [Baker] wasnt done. He eyed the radiant Thronebearerwho had fallen in the mud on the way hereand frowned.

Well, I can do you a lot of these goods. All your meat stuff? Try the [Butcher]s three doors down. Liscor Cutsbeen open for decades, you know.

Thank you, sir. Now, if you could deliver within the hour, we can pay

Unfortunately, Ser Lormel had run into a Drake who would have his say. Not because he spoke fast, but because he would speak over you until you listened.

decades, a family run business. Not that we arent adapting. Those new [Farmers], the shady ones? In that theyre all wearing dark clothing? The Humans? Wonderful products. Lischelle Herders, even Ive heard of em. So youll get fine meat there. Not that well be open since apparently its a holiday. Nevermind that we got no warning. I suppose Ill keep the store open today and tomorrow and maybe close it. Them Antinium are coming back on the third day, right?

Lormel realized there was nothing to do but rehash the entire plan Liscor had laid out.

Yes, sir. Well have two days of celebration whereupon the Crusade should arrive by the third day. Or even tomorrow if they march fast enough. The Council and Celum and Invrisil have not shut down businesses; in fact, many are advised that this is a profitable moment, but they quite encourage it, and there will be activities, free, free goods which will be paid for by Liscors Council. Which you may want to get on, sir?

The [Baker] hmmed; his shop was filled with busy [Apprentices] and the orders. Yet he had the time to look Ser Lormel up and down.

And all this is by way of The Wandering Inn, eh? Going to be music?

Yes, sir, that is planned.

Dancing? Something crazy? No monsters this time.

If it can be helped, sirwe have Goblins, which is why I am slightly pressed for

Youve changed.

The Thronebearer hesitated.

Excuse me?

The Drake shook his head slowly and sadly. He tapped a claw on the table.

Youve changed. Tell that [Innkeeper] that. I remember when shed have her big parties out of nowhere. One second Im dusting flour off my claws, the next? Moths. And then were eating snacks and clubbing the stragglers down. Or what about the party with music? Now youre organizing it? Youve changed.

Iwill relay that to Miss Solstice at your convenience, sir.

You do that. Now, as I was saying, what kind of flour did you want? Because theres acorn flour and wheat flour, and I assume your list just says flour, which is wheat flour, but sometimes you get things wrong. Why, once, I delivered six bags of wheat flour only to learn that I was supposed to have

Ser Lormels smile calcified in place. But while some [Bakers] could object, the rest of the city liked the actual time they had to prepare for this big celebratory bash.

The only question wassome people were making plans to close up the next day or already headed to the inn, which was a known quantity in celebrations.

But the question waswhat was going to be on offer today, tomorrow, and so on? Drinks? Food? The moment? Yes, but if it were a holiday, there was a plan, right?

Lyonette du Marquin was a Calanferian [Princess]. She knew she had upped the stakes by calling for a parade and holiday.

If anything, she had had the easiest time talking the various leaders of cities into it. The potential for profits drove Liscors Council straight into a yes, as well the opportunity to garner attention and acclaim for their army.

Invrisil? The City of Adventurers [Mayor] had been bowled over by Lyonette in the first engagement, and they were no stranger to delights and parties. Same for Celum; the [Mayor], Cetris Duiland, had practically begged to be invited to the festivities.

Because there was a high, high profit incentive. Imagine, Lyonette had claimed, having a door open to all the cities? Obviously, Invrisil would be a long commute, but what if visitors trickled into Liscor for two days in preparation for the third one? Then, on the third day, theyd be able to transit to local cities like Esthelm, Celum, and a few would get to hop to Invrisil or Pallass.

During that time, all the cities would be putting on a joint holiday, and so youd get your share of activities in each city, pay for food or lodging at inns, and fill the coffers of every city. This event had the potential to draw in people in the radii of every city, from noble guests to people who wanted to see the Antinium or be part of a news event.

Most of the leaders of their cities were canny enough to see how valuable this could be, and they agreed to spread the word. Visitors from Wales would head to Celum to see their army celebrated. Nobles in Invrisil could come to Liscor to safely see the Antinium and appear on the news.

All great. All wonderful. Howeverthat left Lyonette with a problem she knew would come up, and it was this.

Activities. Festivities. You needed them. Now, Erin could throw a party in a second, but she mainly threw it around something new, like baseball being invented or a monster disaster being defeated. But for days of festivities?

Calanfer had [Troubadours] who sang in shifts. They had events for little children, late-night festivities; some funded taverns to hand out free drinks all day, and a parade was almost inevitable, with at least one [Princess].

And that was the baseline for Ielane to even consider something. She always kept Calanfers celebrations fresh and exciting. Lyonette had no smaller aspirations.

Fortunately, she had four Thronebearers who knew the score, and she had talked to Lism in a quick conference.

You need to subsidize several taverns to give out free food.

Subsidize?

He said the word like it was a filthy thing. Krshia was also huddled with him, and she gave Lyonette a puzzled look.

Ah, like the Meeting of Tribes?

Exactly. Free foodbut not so much. Dont scowl at me, Lism. It just needs to be a mix of free and paid food. Find a hole in your budget.

Our budget is calculated, youyouokay. I can see the point. Free samples. What else?

Parade routes. How is the army coming in? Where are you giving speeches, and how many times are you going to repeat them? Get me a map of Liscor, Dalimont? Thank you. I suggest doing a route. You need to avoid crowds so pedestrians can get aroundtalk to Hexel. Now, I will try to provide entertainments, but youll need to help me. Invrisil has a lot of performers, so I suggest dividing them up.

And were paying for them too?

Lyonette gave the Drake a sweet smile.

I suggest taking an estimate of how much coin you think will be paid and selling permits for [Shopkeepers]like yourselvesto sell at the best points, Councilmember. Also, remember the door travel fee.

That mollified him. Krshia gave Lyonette a respectful nod, but she glanced at the second group waiting in the wings.

And what about the entertainments?

Lyonette bit her lip. She smiled at Krshia anxiously.

I intend to have something grand. I will let you know on the hour, Krshia. Alright?

The Gnoll gave Lyonette a look that said she knew Lyonette had no plan, but she nodded and then grabbed Lism and put him into an clothesline across the throat because he was trying to talk to Lyonette.

So lets talk about civic awards. How many medals does Invrisil give out? Do they even have a tradKrshia, let go, youre strangling me.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

We can ask the [Mayor] ourselves, eh, Lism? Elirr, you stay here and monitor the inn.

Elirr jumped. He was monitoring a drink and a sidebar of tapas that Imani had delivered as he chatted with Redscar, who, amazingly, was prone to socialness. He gave Krshia a relieved nod, and she winked.

Lism was being strangled by Krshia. He hissed at her.

Youre choking me. I do thesave that for later, Silverfang. Fine, lets convene the Council. Wheres Jeiss?

Meanwhile, Zevara was storming out to convene the Watch. She was hopping mad about the impromptu paradebut she did have the time to prepare. And she was bribed; Lyonette had handed her a bag of coffee beans. Zevara had justified it by saying it would be shared through the Watch House. Theyd probably need it.

As for the celebrations? Lyonette sat in one of the private dining rooms and thought. She turned to the dozen people who had filed in after her and smiled.

Does anyone remember how Erins big parties went? She was always good at having one main event, but we need activities for this celebration. I need ideas. How did Erin do it?

Well

The answer came from a scarred Drake who wore a shirt that said, I survived Liscor Hunted and they gave me this shirt on the back. He had gotten that idea from Kevin, but the originator of the now-profitable Liscor Hunted activities was none other than Menolit.

He had no tail, but the [Veteran] looked happy to be here and far more fulfilled than he used to be.

He was also an old customer of Erins, and he scratched at his chin.

If were talking about monster attacks, I recall there being a lot of gore. But youd have drinks, food, and everyone just gobbled down everything in sight. Conversation? Mostly recounting nearly getting your face torn off by a moth. Then youd be drunk and high on life and kiss the nearest pretty Drake and pass out. Thats how I remember it.

He looked around for confirmation, and the rest of the guests chuckled or sighed. Selys scratched at her neck spines, looking slightly miffed.

Thats mostly you, Menolit. Erin tended to have something else be the spotlight. Remember her plays? It was all about the Players, right, Temile?

The Human man nodded, straightening his flamboyant dress as befit the [Producer].

The light shines on the stage, and the food and drinks are background. I recall the ball game being much the same. Erins inn was always stocked up.

But she has no secondary activities.

The people are the secondary activities. Always someone new to talk to.

Menolit waved a claw, and Lyonette saw the subtle genius in it. Entertainment via excitement, her mother would have called it. You could get a ballroom of the nobility chattering for hours without needing more than a single string quartet in the background and enough to eat.

The problem wasthe Antinium had already won their battle. The people might celebrate, but celebrate what?

Are there any activities that Antinium do? Pawn?

Eat? Paint True Antinium? Play chess?

He looked happy to be included in the group of successful business people that Lyonette had convened. Temile, Selys, even Palt and Imani, Kevin, Joseph for Earthers

She needed ideas. Unfortunately, her guests were sympatheticand not that helpful. Kevin waved a hand.

What if Numbtongue got the old band back together? We could, like, play some songs.

What band?

Mrsha, me, Numbtongue, Octavia, Saliss.

Saliss of Lights is in a band?

Temiles jaw worked as he tried to digest that. Lyonette had almost forgotten that moment! Which just showed how Erin did have secondary activities. She shook her head.

Good idea, Kevin, but this needs to be systematic. A band can only be in one place. Yes, we might well do that, but I need all-day activities that tens of thousands can participate in. Even if each city puts on their own performances, we need to give them ideas. Anyone?

The group shifted. Menolit slowly raised a claw.

Well, Liscor Hunted can help. What if we let several people go in our groups for free and took some hunting Corusdeer or fighting Shield Spiders? Thats why you asked us, right, Lyonette?

She smiled at him.

Yes, thank you, Menolit. And I know that the Players of Celum and Liscor have agreed to put on performancesbut we need more. Kevin, Joseph, Imani. You three arefrom Erins home. Is there another sport you could introduce?

Kevin, Joseph, and Imani looked at each other. The [Chef] looked surprised.

What, just introduce a sport? LyonetteI mean, there are some we havent done. Kevin?

He hesitated.

What aboutbasketball?

Anyone got a basketball?

Joseph was well aware of how you needed the right ball for the game. Kevin shook his head. He looked around, scratching his head.

Dont they have catgut in Liscor? Or something similar? What about tennis?

Do we have bouncy balls? Badminton?

The Earthers broke off to make a separate group to figure out the problem. But they had only a day or two and none of them knew how Erin had managed to bully her way into creating sports practically overnight.

And Erin was not here! Good! Lyonette was going to do this on her own. Besides, Erin needed rest and to speak to her friend. So the [Princess] turned, desperately, back to the group.

What if we also involved the Silverfang Gnolls? Krshia?

Krshia had elected to stay to help this part of the festivities and to let Liscors Council to weigh in. But at the mention of the Silverfang contingent in Liscor, she frowned.

How do you mean, involve the Silverfangs, Lyonette? We do not have a surplus of goods nor do we have the time to prepare as if this were the Meeting of Tribes.

The [Princess] shook her head.

I know that. ButGnolls are one of the most famous species after the Meeting of Tribes. Could wecould we bring some of that here? Wait a second. What about Liscor Hunted?

She turned to Menolit. He raised his brows.

What about it?

What ifwe asked Gnolls to take people out to build fires, set up tents, and live like Gnolls? Show them what the lifestyle is like?

That could tie up thousands if they had enough [Hunters] and such. Lyonette thought the idea had meritright until Krshia snorted.

No.

No?

Lyonette turned to her, and the [Shopkeeper] shook her head. She gave Lyonette a firm stare.

My tribe is in mourning still. We may participate, but we are not going to show visitors our lives. Not in the Floodplains. Not Drakes. Nor even Humans, not right now.

The [Princess] face fell. She needed ideas! To her relief, Selys suggested one, glancing at Pawn.

Well, if nothing elsewhat if we have a contest?

A contest?

The [Heiress] nodded as everyone turned to her.

Drakes love contests. Humans too. Dead gods, we have a lot of crafters and visitors to Liscor too. Remember the Yoldenites are here?

How can I not? They were singing all last night.

Krshia grumbled; the Yoldenites were living it up in Liscor. Selys smiled playfully.

Wellthey make amazing helmets. Could we have a contest to make helmets?

Like Riverfarms hat contest with the [Witches]. Lyonette had never seen who won, but the idea sparked more in her head, and she blurted out.

Songs. Anthems. Helmets. Paint!

Everyone looked at her as if she had gone crazy, but Lyonette was already motioning to Sest to write up a plan.

Thats brilliant, Selys. Calanfer often had contests where [Bards] would compose poems, and the winning one would win a prize. What abouta contest for Liscors anthem? Helmet-making lessons. Im sure the Yoldenites would oblige. And we could paint, um, the Antiniums colors. Hang them up on pretty pieces of paper or kites. Something like that.

Whats the prize?

Gold. Ora Yoldenite-made helmet. A bit of gemstone for other contests? Numbtongue has a few rubies lying about. He might oblige!

He does? Who has rubies lying around?

Menolit was struggling to grasp the idea, but he liked it. And yetcontests would not an entire event make. Lyonette knew it full well. She just had to hope the Earthers came through. The Wandering Inn was full of fantastic guests.

Surely one would get up to something amusing? She kept brainstorming as, outside, Kevin, Imani, and Joseph tromped out onto the grass, followed by a small crowd of interested people.

There were Goblins from Goblinhome among the guests. Including Poisonbite, and the Goblin immediately found Kevin and showed him a skateboard theyd made.

Oh, cool. Hey, Poisonbite. Hows it going?

Joseph eyed the Goblins as Kevin fist-bumped everyone he knew. Which was everyone. Meanwhile, Joseph was throwing his hands up.

How am I supposed to make a feathercock and badminton racket out of nothing? Wed have to put an order in, get a [Crafter]how did Erin do it?

Well, she had a few leather balls, and she commissioned someone to carve a bat. Baseballs not that hard. What if we went old-school? Imani, wheres your hoof-shodboyfriend?

Kevin grinned at Imani, trying to play on their affectionate titles for each other. Palt, passing by, buffeted Kevin gently with one hand.

Thats how I flirt with Imani, thank you. Sorry, I had to tell Lyonette to bother Wistram. They might be installing one of their Adventure Rooms in Invrisil. If they can put some energy into itand I bet they canthatll be a huge draw.

Already, some things were coming together, and Kevin grinned as he punched Palts flank. Joseph was frowning.

Old school? Yeah. Ping pong requires a stupidly bouncy ball, but we could have a wooden paddle, right? And can you enchant a ball to bounce, Palt?

Of course I can. Im a generalist. I passed Wistram with flying colors. Got a ball?

Joseph shrugged.

I bought the soccer balls from a shop that sold Ekirras balls. HellEkirra? Do you have a ball we could use?

He turned, and an excited little Gnoll wearing his jersey perked up in the crowd. People were following the Earthers outside on a hunch, and Josephs smallest fan was tagging along. He wagged his tail excitedly as Joseph singled him out.

You want a ball, Coach? I can get one!

What about a piece of wood? Hey, can anyone carve? We just need a racket like this

Kevin could sketch decently well, and his tennis racket was a simple idea. Yes, you needed a strong mesh, but if you just needed something to whack aroundPalt raised his brows.

Doesnt seem hard. Does anyone have carving Skills? You could turn that into a square with a handle.

The crowd susurrated until someone spoke up.

Ive got a sword. Want me to give it a shot?

It was, unsurprisingly, Venaz, who thought he had the answer to the worlds problems. He strode forwards with his greatsword, and Kevin eyed it. However, the inn had planks of wood for repairs, and with a few cuts and a bit of cloth to wrap the handle, they had the ugliest racket in existence.

In thatit was a flat piece of wood attached to a handle. Joseph and Imani didnt quite look at Kevin as he swung it around.

Okay, its heavy.

And Palt had to enchant it so it wouldnt break. But Ekirra came racing back with a little leather ball he liked to throw and play catch with, and the Centaur gamely enchanted it to be light and bouncy. Kevin tapped it up as Venaz cut a second piece of wood into the shape of a paddle. He raised the mismatched rackets and asked Palt to cast a [Lightwall] spell.

Right here. Yay high. Can you do that?

Im enchanting your stupid pieces of wood. One secondoh, thank you, Ceria.

A wall of ice rose as the [Cryomancer] came out to see what everyone was doing. She was watching Palt work, and she looked amused as she chomped on fries.

That worked. Kevin handed Joseph a paddle, and the two faced each other across a flat piece of ground down the hill and just outside Liscors gates. There were no lines marking the field, they held two pieces of unbalanced, rough wood as their paddles, and the enchanted ball bounced way too far when Kevin awkwardly served it over the ice wall. Joseph ran after it, cursing, and then lobbed it back. They managed to return it two times each before Kevin failed to return the tennis ball.

He turned to the watching crowd. Kevin waved the racket at the Drakes, Humans, Gnolls, Antinium, and Goblins. Even the Antinium looked unimpressed.

Tada. Tennis. Alright, whos up for a game?

He waited for volunteers. The crowd looked at each other, and finally, a Drake raised a claw.

Wait. Isnt that just Toresball? Only, your paddles are too wide. I play it all the time in Pallass.

Kevins face fell.

What? You have that game?

The Drake gave Kevin a long, long look.

Yeah. Its hitting a ball with a stick. Walled Cities play it indoors.

The crowd muttered. Several Humans knew a similar game with horses and long poles where you played a kind of golf. Kevins heart sank.

Well, what aboutbasketball? Joseph, basketball?

Ringshot? Lizardfolk play that with hoops in Baleros. Theirs are sideways, though. Got any other ones?

Jelaqua leaned against Maughin, cuddling her beau whod come out to meet her as Joseph slapped his forehead.

The Earthers conferred, talking about other games of varying levels of entertainment. What did they have? Board games? Umhockey? Meanwhile, the crowd eyed their tennis example. One called out.

Youve changed, man. The inn used to be fun.

Shut up! Were trying!

Joseph shouted back at a [Baker] in the crowd. Of course, that just provoked jeers, and the Earthers turned into the amusement. Imani shook her head as she climbed onto Palts back.

I have to go. We need to cook up a storm. Tell Lyonette we tried.

The Centaur galloped into Liscor as Kevin looked around for support. But to his chagrin, even Venaz looked disappointed and headed back to the inn in search of more entertainment. Ceria wandered off, munching on her food, and Kevin stood thereuntil someone poked him repeatedly in the side.

Hey. Skateboard? Show me tricks. And give bike.

Poisonbite grinned at him. Then Kevin realized the Goblins were cashing in on some promises he made. Slowly, he sidled off with the Goblins until Joseph realized he was alone.

Lyonettes inspiration would come, just not from the sources that Erin had used. And she realized thatthey did have baseball and soccer here.

So why not put on some games? Let people compete. Yes, compete.

She was coming up with a roster of ideas now, from finger-painting the Painted Antinium sigils and putting them on kites for children and adults to sports. And

A chess tournament.

Every head in her group of brainstormers turned to her. Lyonette sat there and snapped her fingers.

Erin always puts one onbut just between her guests. Why not a real tournament? With a hundred gold prize! The inn will sponsor that.

A hundred gold? You sure?

Lyonette smiled sweetly.

Well, we shall enter Erin herself into the competition, so I dont consider it a cost. But why not? We can even have people play remotely, via scrying orb.

She was so desperate for ideas, the significance of the first paid tournament of chess didnt occur to her. Meanwhile, Lyonette was still keenly aware that no idea thus far was large enough to justify a huge crowd.

Yet the Meeting of Tribes had done it. Calanfer could do itshe just needed something. Frustrated, Lyonette looked at Krshia.

How did the big tribes keep everyone entertained?

Aside from reunions and the deals each tribe made? They put on grand shows and activities, but Lyonettethe Meeting of Tribes in itself was the event.

Krshia raised her brows, urbanely amused. She gestured to her silver earrings, which were in the shape of tiny, twisting Dragons today.

Silverfang sold goods every day of the meeting for months. Each tribe had something. Ask Gireulashia.

She nodded out a window where everyone could see the big [Paragon] following two children around. Mrsha was showing Nanette around the inn in Lyonettes place.

For some reason, she had started with the outhouses. And then the stables, filled with snoozing Carn WolvesGire was following, glaring at Nanette. Krshia snorted fondly at Gires obvious jealousy.

Ekhtouch, they had less goods and more services. One expert might teach you how to perfect your aim with a bow or another make you something only they could. Not just goods! There were great [Tailors] and artisans who took orders during the time they were there.

Now, Lyonette saw it. She chewed at her lip, trying to think of what one city, Celum, Liscor, Esthelm, or Invrisil could do that another might want beyond belief.

The problem wasaside from Invrisil and Esthelm, Celum and Liscor were not hugely famous cities. Liscors army and the spring floods were their biggest draws, neither of which were here.

As for Invrisil, they had performers and adventurers and trade, but that didnt entice their populace. Even the Players of Celum were merely famous, rather than the all-consuming fad theyd been months ago.

And Esthelm? Well, it had one of the best [Smiths] in the world, but Lyonette had a fairly good idea of how asking Pelt to create metal fast for an audience would go.

She valued her toes. And yet, surprisingly, at this point, someone spoke up with an idea that Lyonette hadnt thought of.

Well, if its a market or services youre looking forwhy not go to Pallass, Lyonette? I was just at their bazaar, and I saw a Djinnis bottle on sale. An actual Djinnis bottle.

Lyonette looked up. Selys Shivertail sat there as every head turned to her. Menolit frowned at Selys.

The what? Pallass has a bazaar?

Selys gave him a long, strange look. Then she gazed around the entire room.

Yes. Its famous. 1st Floor, remember? Youve probably seen it when you walk Pallass.

Oh, sure, all the times I just visit Pallass. Ive seen scrying orbs of it. It doesnt look that great, and Erin said there wasnt much aside from the 9th floor.

Menolit snorted, waving his claw. Selys jaw opened and closed, and she hesitated.

Menolit.

Yes?

Youve never been to Pallass have you?

No. So what?

So youve never been to Pallass, and your one piece of insight into the City of Inventions is Erin? Erin, who barely knows more than ten streets in Liscor? Erin, who had no idea we had a City Council until they held elections?

Menolit hesitated. When she put it like that, it sounded bad. Selys shook her head.

Erin has been on the 1st Floor of Pallass twice. They have one of the most famous trading hubs in all of Izril! Theyre practically what Invrisil is to the north because theyre in the middle of so many trade roads. Lyonette, if you want to trade

That was when Lyonette saw it. She had a sudden vision and stood up slowly.

Dame Ushar? I need to go to Pallass. I have to speak to their [Senators] and see how many [Merchants] can come here. Theyll need to bring goods. But what if

She spoke, running ahead of her ideas to everyone else. They listened, as Lyonette envisioned it.

In our largest plaza in Liscor. AShivertail Plaza. Everyone brings something. Goods, heirlooms they dont want, artifactsand five cities and everyone who wants to come is allowed in. But heres the catchno one is allowed to sell with coin. Only goods for goods. Okay, maybe some coin, but the point is that youre trading items for items. Things that Drakes have never seen in the south. Helmets, soccer ballsan emporium of goods!

Oh, bartering.

Krshia looked amused, but Lyonette had the idea from the Meeting of Tribes. It didnt solve all of her problems, but it was one of the larger things she could put on.

She quickly arranged the others to do their part; Selys was interested in bankrolling some of the activities, and the other business owners had events they were willing to put on. In fact, Lyonette asked Ser Sest to call up [Innkeepers] next. As soon as she got back to Liscor, shed speak to them.

But for now, she rushed to Pallass. And when she looked down from the 8th Floor, she saw the largest floor, the bottom, sprawling with colorful tent canopies, people milling about, rolling wagons, the huge elevators

Like Market Street in Liscor, but a thousand times larger. Lyonettes eyes shone as she practically ran to an elevator. Yes, that would do. And in her great rush and hurry, she barely saw Pawn waving a hand and trying to speak to her.

While all of the exciting things were happening outside, a young woman was speaking with a Goblin inside a garden.

Time passed slowly. Not because it was immortal, but just because it was just the two of them.

No one entered through that door to the garden.

It didnt exist. And while that might be selfish with such a busy and exciting time outside, the [Innkeeper] wanted nothing to disturb her conversation with the Goblin. So that was why time felt so slow. Perhaps time itself had been waiting for them to talk.

Properly.

The irony, then, was that their conversation was so slow to begin. Because it was slightly awkward.

There they were. Goblin and Human. Two of the first people in The Wandering Inns long tale, and they wereshy.

Shy, despite their long connection. As if they werent quite sure that the image they had of the other person was right. So they took their time.

Im glad to see you. Do you wanna see my garden? I mean, youve already seen a lot of it. But Ive got more gardens these days. Lots.

I know.

The first thing that came out of Erins mouth was silly. She was taking Rags on a walk around her garden. As if she were Mrsha, showing Nanette every crack and crevice of the inn.

Yet the Goblin seemed to enjoy it. Erin led Rags down that dreadful, beautiful hill, and the Goblin seemed to breathe easier. She looked back over her shoulder, but Erin was pointing out the Sages Grass and flowers.

Theyre both super important. One fuels the door with magicand theyre totally safe. Isnt that cool?

Very smart. Free magic. What about the yellow flowers?

Erin twisted slightly and, once again, marveled that Rags spoke. She was even eloquent, not like how Ulvama pretended not to know syntax and diction. Yet she had something of the old Rags in her.

A recalcitrance to speech. Not as if she were shy like Numbtongue, but weighing her words, choosing them as if each one she spoke were important and reflected back on her.

If Mrsha could speak, she would be a silly babbler at times or as prone to pontificating as Pisces. That was not badbut Rags way of speaking made Erin hang on the words. Because they were ones that the Goblin could never have said to Erin long ago.

And here they were, talking about flowers. Erins silly mouth spoke on.

I got em from faeries. Do you remember the faeries?

Winter Sprites? They dont bother Goblins.

No, I guess not. Ryoka says somethings up with them. Theyre actually faeries from another world.

At this, Rags stopped and gave Erin the strangest look in the world.

Really?

Yep. Faerie-people from another world. Youd have to ask Ryoka more, though. She had one as a friend. Ivolethe. Sheswell. Ryokas alive. And this is my garden. My [Garden of Sanctuary]. Its my best Skill, that I got at Level 40. I mean, [Immortal Moment] is cool and I have a few other ones like my fire Skill, but this is really great. And I have more gardens, like I said!

Hmm. I know.

You do?

Rags bared her teeth in a grin as she looked around and inhaled the faint smell of mushrooms and damp earth in the soil where that circle of mushrooms sprang up in a faerie ring. She bent down to pick one and stopped.

I saw it on the scrying orb. The snowy garden. And I know about Ryoka. Shes not dead. I saw her fly.

Erin realized Rags knew more of her than she did about Rags. She feltErin flapped her hands at Rags hurriedly.

Go ahead and pick a mushroom if you want! Ive never tried eating one. Anything you want! And look! My [Garden of Sanctuary] opens anywhere in my inn! Its super convenient to get around and sneak up on people. See?

She demonstrated, opening a door straight into the kitchen. A Goblin [Chef] was tasting a mana candy surreptitiously. He turned, spotted them, and screamed.

Whaaah!

Aaah! Who was that?

Erin slammed the door shut, then turned to Rags. And the little [Chieftain] was grinning. She pointed back to the empty wall.

Calescent. My best [Chef]. You wanted one, so he kept annoying me until I told him he could come. I sent more Goblins. As helpers.

You did? Ohthank you!

Erin put a hand over her chest and felt bad about scaring him. Then she frowned.

Have youdidnt I meet him before?

When you woke up. Hes a [Spice Chef]. A very good fighter. Very dangerous.

With a cleaver or something?

The Goblin snorted.

Nope. Throws spice in peoples faces and blinds them. Even Gold-rank adventurers fall for it.

Erin put a hand over her mouth, then laughed.

I did the same thing with a bowl of soup one time! No, wait, it was curry. I bet you he and I will get along great! Are you sure its okay? Thank you, I mean! I felt bad about making the request.

Rags brushed at her shoulder as if dismissing Erins concern.

Its fine. Everyone likes your inn. Not everyone wanted to go. Calescent likes to cook. Just stay away from Redscar. And all the Goblins who fly.

Why? Are theymad at me? For what I did?

The first real question entered the conversation five minutes in. Rags glanced up, and Erin saw the little Goblin studying her face. But Rags just shook her head again.

No. Silly. They want you topost a <Quest>. I have questions about that, too. They want you to give them classes or secrets.

OhI can do that.

Erin was so relieved she nodded, but Rags held up a claw. The [Chieftain] searched for words.

Theywould also like you to make one of my Goblins gain a class. Redscar said, if she can make a [Knight], she should make a [Fighter Pilot]. Kevin told him about it. Idiot.

She gave Erin a helpless, slightly annoyed, amused look, as if she werewell, a Chieftain who had to hear that kind of request all the time. Erins jaw was dropped in a satisfying manner, and she didnt know whether to laugh or

The two stared at each other slightly too long. And then Erin realized she hadnt laughed and tried to, but it sounded unnatural.

Oh. Hahaha! Thats great!

Mm. You dont have to.

Rags grunted, and Erin fell silent. She tried to insert a word into that silenceand fumbled.

She fumbled. Where she had spoken to people she hated or, at least, talked to them and known how to persuade them to think or do something, she couldnt quite do the same with Rags. That bothered her.

Ill definitely post <Quests> that can help, Rags. Definitely. You just ask. You need food? Or, umthings? I can post a <Quest> if you want. Even a hidden, private one.

You can do that?

Rags head raised. Her red eyes shone with interest, and she spoke quickly.

I thought you did. I have questions. About how they work. About the rewards. Are they really random?

Yes! Theyre totally new. ActuallyI might have, uh, unlocked them.

You unlocked them?

Rags just blinked at Erin and then snorted and rolled her eyes.

Of course. Duh. Strangers from other worlds. You unlocking <Quests> and coming back from the dead. Very normal.

Erins smile felt strained. She didnt feel like Rags was insulting her. She was justdesperately

What?

What? What was so wrong that made this feel more painful than it should be? It should be the best. But Rags?

Perhaps Rags felt the same, because she caught herself and shook her head. She kicked at a mushroom and sent it flying.

Ino. I dont want to ask you about that. Not yet. Later.

She stopped, took a breath, and Erin thought she saw the uncertainty in Rags face for a second. The Goblin looked up and pointed to the hill.

I saw the statues there. Is thatpart of your garden?

Erins heart squeezed. Then she looked at Rags, and the bit of cheery artifice shed put into her voice faded. She looked around and realized that the only bench in the entire garden was up in the hill of mists.

Lets go walk up on the hill. I can sit in the grass. Sorry. I get tired.

Rags nodded. They walked up the hill, and Erin, to her great embarrassment, had to lean on Rags shoulders. She was still tired from her excitement in Riverfarm. But the Goblin didnt say a word.

Sorry. Im still

Its okay. Youre not heavy. Sometimes Thunderfur lies on me.

She meant the huge wolf? Erin smiled and hid her head. Rags glanced at Erinthen she poked Erin in the side.

The [Innkeeper] nearly jumped off the hill, and Rags glanced at her. But the [Innkeeper] finally sat down, and when she spoke, it was facing the hill shrouded in mists.

Yeah. The hill was there when the garden was given to me. Its everyone. EveryoneIm sorry I didnt warn you.

Its fine. I saw it the first time I came here.

Rags settled, cross-legged, as Erin stretched her own feet out. The [Innkeeper] gave Rags a puzzled glance, and the Goblin elaborated.

When you were dead.

Oh. You visited mymy grave?

Instantly, Erin realized shed said the wrong word.

My body, I mean? When it was frozen?

Rags just nodded.

Yes. I got here too late. Im sorry.

Dont be sorry. It was my fault. I was silly and careless and

The young woman swallowed a lump in the middle of her throat. She looked down at her weak legs and felt the same sensation that she remembered in her dreams.

A sudden push at her chest and a strange, alien feeling. Lying on the ground and wondering why she couldnt breathe. A piece of wood and steel buried in her lungs.

Dying. The worst part of all was that in her memories, in that dreamErin Solstice died smiling. She died too soon, unexpectedly, in the stupidest of ways.

But no force in this world could stop her. No miracle came, and she knew it and left them her last words.

That last moment before the world ended sometimes called to her. And it pulled her down and down until she wokeand her lungs had stopped, and she rolled over and coughed and sobbed for air. But what frightened her was that calm certainty.

The fear that this was all a dream. The fear that she had died, and this was a true death, and the fantastical land of the dead and ever after was justan illusion.

Erin had not often questioned if this world were a real one. It felt too real. So, then. Her death had been far, far too vivid, and it haunted her.

The Goblin noticed how Erin stopped. She looked down and regarded Erin, the [Innkeeper] who had begun this, who had come first of all to this world by chance.

Rags said this:

You changed, Erin.

The [Innkeeper] looked up at Rags guiltily. But the Goblin didnt mean it like an accusation. She just sat up slightly, cross-legged, and looked at the [Innkeeper].

I wanted to say, thank you. I said it. I came back to thank you for everything. I was too late. You died, and I looked down at you and knew you were dead. NowI see you living again. Strange. I thought I saw so many strange things that I wouldnt get tired. Now. I wonder if Im dreaming.

Erin jumped, and Rags seemed to be echoing her very thoughts, but the Goblin went on, engrossed, reading out her deepest emotions like a list.

You died, Erin. I did my best to save youbut I didnt know if it would really work. I did it because I hoped. But when you did wake, after everything? I realized that I was too late. You changed. When I said those words, that Erin wasnt the one I wanted to thank.

The [Innkeeper] was having trouble breathing. She looked at Rags, unable to respond. And she realized this wasnt an accusation either.

II changed a lot in the lands of the dead, Rags. They were all there. Ghosts. Everyone I had ever metonly I couldnt meet them all. Everyone but Goblins.

No Goblins?

Rags didnt look surprised by the revelation. Erin shook her head, and the Goblin grinned. Sadly.

Where do they go? Nowhere?

I dont know. No one does. Exceptno. I dont know, Rags.

Maybe it is nowhere. Maybe Ants are right and somewhere should exist. Maybe its here.

Rags tapped her head, and Erin didnt reply. The Goblin looked at Erin.

When you were deadno, its not important. I was too late, Erin. Youre sorry? Im sorry. The Erin I wanted to thank isnt here. But. Neither is the Goblin who should have thanked her.

She tapped her own chest, and she looked rueful. Erin gazed at her, and her eyes opened.

Oh. Oh. You dont mean Imall wrong.

Wrong? No. Why would I?

Rags blinked and gave Erin an exasperated look. The [Innkeeper] ducked her head, and Rags gazed at her. That knowing gaze shifted.

She had pupils, in those crimson eyes. Just a slightly different shade of red. Now, Rags fixed on Erin.

Who says youre wrong?

No one. I just wonder. I woke up, and I can post <Quests>, and Im a [Witch] now, Rags. I should have told you about that. Theres a world of things to tell you. I just dont quite know if Erin woke back up. Or if she died in the grass outside her inn and someone else is here, now.

The [Innkeeper] stared down at her chest. That scared her. Not just the paralysis or the dreams of dying, but when her family looked at her as if she were made of glass and she thought of who she had been andwondered if she could ever be that person again. If she had lost a piece of herself, perhaps, as if the crossbow bolts had broken off a piece of who she was and shed lost it even when they put her back together.

She said this to Rags and felt like she was unloading an ocean as heavy as the one that had poured out of Nanettes hat. Too quick. This wasnt how she wanted to do this.

They werebetter than she was! Cerias outrage knew no end. She tried to speed up, raised a ramp of ice to leap off of, as if she were jumping over a Gargoyle

Kevin watched and then winced as a sprawling half-Elf went flying over a ramp, six feet into the air and

Oooh! Oh god!

Joseph covered his eyes. It was one thing to see someone bellyflop like that. Another to see someone hit solid ice that hard.

All the Horns skated over as Ceria slowly picked herself up.

If anyone laughs, you freeze. My master could do it. Dead gods, she could skate over waves. She once sawed a ship in half.

She what? Whats all this ice? Are you talking about that story about a crazy [Cryomancer] skating on the ocean? Thats a myth I heard eight years back!

Wailant had discovered the icy skating area. More people were testing the edges of the ice, but only a few were willing to risk their safety. He laugheduntil Pisces and Ceria gave him a strange look.

Icy floor? Interesting idea. I wonder how many monsters can skate.

Seborn was just as nimble as Ksmvr and Pisces. He stepped onto the ice and began to slide.

Oh, look at that! Remember when I told you about the waxed floors, Maughin? Lets try it!

Jelaqua was eager, but the huge, armored Dullahan had a healthy respect for how hard you could fall. He demurred as some Goblins came marching over.

Kevin! More bikes! What this?

Poisonbite tugged him over as she scuffed at the frozen ice covering the grass. Kevin got up reluctantly.

Its skating. Its fun! Damn, if Pelt wouldnt kill me, I could ask him to make some skates. I bet he could in minutes.

Poisonbite just gave Kevin a look.

Good way to break head open. Only crazy people run on ice.

She stared deliberately at Ceria. Mrsha didnt care. Ekirra had found the ice rink and had run onto it with his soccer ball. She watched him try to scamper after it and go sliding the wrong way and begin running on all fours to get back to it.

Ice physics were hilarious. Mrsha was having so much fun, and she noticed more and more people taking interest in Cerias winter wonderland.

However, that wasnt when it got interesting. Not yet. The interesting part came with the most uninteresting, boring man in Mrshas personal fun-rankings. She was surprised to even see him, but the annoyed [Enchanter] came marching down from the inn, and Kevin groaned.

Oh no. Hedault, Im sorry

You missed our meeting, Kevin. I have been waiting for twenty minutes. I should have known the inn was to blame. Again. I have the latest ball bearings enchanted andwhy is half the area covered in ice? Ah, the Horns of Hammerad. I will be leaving now. Will you be attending the meeting or not?

Hedault took one look at Ceria and the Horns, and his expression of distaste for everything here ramped up. Kevin got up, apologizing profusely, and Ceria blew Hedault a kiss.

Hey, Hedault! Nice to see you too! Dont you want to join the party?

Hedaults look of antagonism only grew when he saw Mrsha, begging to be turned into a shot-put by Gireulashia. He only stopped when he saw something strange.

Poisonbite. Not that the Goblin was, to the [Enchanter], novel. See one Goblin in a non-antagonistic setting and youd seen them all.

No, what Hedault focused on was something the Goblin had in her hands as she tried to drag Kevin back to the Goblins in her posse. It was hardly similar to the ones he had been making for fun with Kevin. A modest side-business that was plaguing Pallass.

Noit wasnt steel, enchanted, or finely machined.

But it was a skateboard. The Goblin had made it out of wood and pieces of scrap shed salvaged from around Goblinhome. It ran downhill fairly well, but not much on straights. Then againthe High Passes were all downhill. And cliffs. To be a Goblin skateboarder, even for fun, was to risk your life.

The one thing that Poisonbite had that Hedault hadnt seen before was style. In that shed decorated her skateboard with paint to resemble a snarling Carn Wolf on the board. His head turned, and he pointed.

Why does she have that?

A skateboard? Ohthe Goblins like to skateboard. Some of them. Yeah, you can have a bike. But not the enchanted ones!

Kevin was distracted. He was admiring Cerias ice ramp. He looked frankly envious as he turned to Ceria.

Ive gotta go, Ceria. But that ramp of yours isgnarly. Is it easy to, yknow, just make them?

Sure, why?

The Californian surfer, biker, and general enthusiast gave Ceria a wistful look.

You would have been so popular back home, you have no idea. Being able to makewell, it reminds me of a skateboarding park.

A what park?

And there it was. Hedaults head turned, and the slightly balding [Enchanter] with orange hairs almost perpetually annoyed expression of impatience turned to fascination as Kevin described what a half pipe was. Ceria was so taken that she tried to replicate it, raising ice to form walls.

I thought about that. But unless I can keep my balance, there is no way Ill be able to risk it in a fight. Youre telling me people do tricks? With skateboards?

Sure. Let me get your board, Poisonbite. Not on ice, usually, but

Kevin was no huge expert in the field of skateboarding. He was, like many people, an amateur with enthusiasm whod done it more in his youth. He could ollie, and hed shown Hedault and Poisonbite how to do that. Now he wanted to show a kickflip. To his extreme mortification, he couldnt do it instantly.

Wellyoud do that on the top of a ramp, during a jump. Then you land on your skateboard and keep going. You can grind down railingsoh man. I suck. Dude. I cant do it. Ive gotten old. Joseph, were old!

The [Football Coach] flipped him off. Kevin was just eying the ramp and wondering if he dared try skateboarding on ice to show them how it looked when he saw Hedault move.

The [Enchanter] was fishing around in his bag of holding. Kevin was afraid he was going to storm offuntil he saw the familiar, steel skateboard that he had worked on as a prototype.

The same, insanely dangerous, enchanted piece of metal was in Hedaults possession? Kevin had always thought that one of the Pallassians had stolen the first copy.

Then he remembered how Hedault had gone down Pallass ramps. Kevin hadthoughtthat Hedault had just done it for fun once. After all, the [Enchanter] had never done it again.

Because he didnt visit Pallass. And there were rules about it, and Hedault probably read the rules. Now, though? The [Enchanter] eyed the ramp as every head turned. Mrshas jaw dropped as Hedault put one foot on the back of the skateboard, kicking it up. Then he put his other foot down, and the tip of the board touched the ice.

Hedaultdude

And down the [Enchanter] came. Poisonbite had been sneering at the Human until she saw the skateboard. She monopolized Kevins time! Then her eyes went round as the bearded man, balanced low, came shooting down The Wandering Inns hill. The over-tuned magical skateboard was already ridiculously fast.

On Cerias ice? He blasted past the Horns of Hammerad as Kevin shouted.

Hedault, watch

Up the ramp. Ceria had made one six feet high, the one shed fallen off of. Hedault shot down the hill, along a valley, and summited the ramp in seconds. He went flying into the air. That would have been enough to make even Calescent, the guests staring out the windows, stare.

But Hedault, that precise genius who could memorize any enchantmenthad watched Kevin demonstrating the kick flip. He tried it, his foot sliding across the board as he went off the ramp.

And the skateboard spun. A Human torpedo flew through the air, over the Goblins heads and their open mouths. Mrsha the Extremely Lame stared up at the coolest sight she had ever conceived of, mouth agape.

And Hedaults feet came down and found the skateboards top. He looked downand there was only grass. Hed cleared Cerias ice, and he landed on a hill covered with grass.

He should have wiped out and possibly fractured a foot, but a ring flashed, and he slowed a millisecond before impact. The metal skateboard hit the earth and buried itself a third into the dirt like a deadly missile. The [Enchanter] turned, glanced at his stunned audience

And smiled.

The ice spread. By the time Lyonette poked her head out of the inn, she saw a foreign landscape, filled with ramps, half-pipesand even an insane loop-de-loop that Ceria made just to see if anyone would try to do a complete rotation.

What?

That was when Lyonette saw her first big attraction spontaneously generating itself. She saw skateboards, Goblins doing tricks, and an [Enchanter] flying through the sky with a screaming white Gnoll clinging to his back.

Lyonette shriekeduntil she saw Hedaults magic saving Mrsha and him from the crash. In factKevin was as horrified as Lyonette, because the people of this world had a different attitude towards the threat to life and limb skateboarders faced.

They just ignored it. Hedault could ramp off a jump twelve feet high after shooting down a hill and land head-first, and his ring would just flip him right-side up and land him like a feather. And if you thought there wasnt much of a market for his featherfall rings before?

Here was the thing about ice. It was cheap, easy to make if you had a Level 35 [Cryomancer] around, and it was cold. A few minutes running about on the ice and you were in the mood for something hot.

Skateboards? Skateboards had been around for a while, but as the Pallassians had notedwhile it was hugely appealing, it was dangerous as all hell and a hazard to pedestrians in the City of Inventions. The ramps on the great walkways were, ironically, too steep for anyone to actually do more than risk breaking every bone in their bodies if they wiped out.

It was almost like you needed a separatecontainedmoderately challengingspace for people who wanted to pursue something like this. Like a skatepark or ice rink.

Or both. Hedault had completely forgotten about his meeting with Kevin. So had Kevinhe was wheeling one of the new bikes over to the tallest hill and eying a ramp.

Hes not going to

Kevin went down the ice, tried to do a bike jump, and wiped out. He was followed by fifteen of Poisonbites Goblins and Poisonbite herself, who tried to do a series of tricks on the boards. Half made it and then raced back to do it again.

I think weve got some entertainment.

Lyonette spoke, amused, and the [Innkeepers] peered outside. Some of them looked horrified by the dangerous sport. Others, like Ulia, were quite interested.

Should we let it continue, Miss Lyonette?

Ushar was glaring at Dalimont, who was allowing the Mrsha-endangerment, even if she had a ring. Lyonette tapped her finger on her lips.

Erin would. Erin would embrace this whole-heartedly. But Lyonette? She closed her eyes.

No. No, Ushar. Approach Ceriano, shell agree. Find me [Woodworkers], [Carpenters], and ask Kevin how the skateboards are made. If they can be made easily, then requisition their services. Then we will organize a proper parkpotentially not with such dangerous ice. Is there anywhere in Celum, Invrisil? Would wood work? Then we will have Kevin do tutorials and let people make these boards. And he can advertise Solar Cycles.

Dame Ushar gave Lyonette a respectful nod as the [Princess] smiled.

We also might need to make sure no one gets hurt, Your H

She glanced at the [Innkeepers].

Miss Lyonette.

The mother gave Ushar a happy smile.

Of course! Which is why well sell those helmets and pads Kevin wants to make with the bicycles. To parents. [Tailors] and [Armorers]. Oh, and find Drassi and tell her we have a story.

Are you sure shell find it newsworthy?

Lyonette eyed Hedault, the famed [Enchanter] of Invrisil, doing a 360-degree spin through the air before landing and continuing his mad tricks.

Im sure she will. Now, back to business. [Innkeepers], please tell me how many guests your inns can handle and what kind of guests you can host. Please, dont exaggerate. We will have lists and track how many guests we send where. And you, in turn, will kindly direct them to the following attractions

She turned to the [Innkeepers] briskly, and they were listening, and Lyonette was being fair. Even to Agnes. She had a grand celebration to run, and it had skateboarding, a bazaarand it was starting to feel like an actual party.

The [Princess] had such grand dreams. And she might well do it all by herself. Wistram was setting up its Adventure Rooms for a huge opening, and she had so many people speaking to her, learning her name as someone who did these things.

All the while, the actual [Innkeeper] was almost forgotten. She was in a world of her own with Rags. She put one guest above thousands.

That was just her way. Erin Solstice and Rags stood in the [Garden of Sanctuary], brushing snow off their clothes. Erin was shivering despite having gone into her room for a coat. Rags was warm enough; they had just come back from the icy Dullahans fortress.

The Snow Golems had not troubled them. The survivors watched Erin, but the owner of the Key of Reprieve was not troubled. Nor was Rags, so long as she stayed close enough to Erin.

So thats what it looked like. How many are there?

Dozens. Um. Two dozen? I forget. Not as many as a hundred by far. Do you want to explore the others? I havent really, so far.

Erin turned to Rags, and the shorter Goblin nodded, smiling with interest. The smile was mirrored on Erins expression. This felt like the old days.

Strangeness, something new and wondrous. Andtalking. But talking while doing something else. So Erin took Rags by the hand, and the Goblin frowned at her.

Im not a child. Do you need to hold my hand?

Erin went to ruffle her hair, and Rags poked her in the side. The [Innkeeper] protested, teasing the Goblin.

Aw, come on. Your tribe isnt watching. You can do mine too.

The Goblin glanced up at Erin and finger-combed her spiky mane.

Your hair isnt that nice.

Whhow dare you?

Erins hands flew up to her own brown hair.

I comb my hair every day!

Yeah. So do Carn Wolves. No style.

Areare you and Gothica sharing notes? Stop bullying me about my fashion. Just because you wear color-coded armor and fur anddo you do anything with your hair?

Rags snorted.

Duh. Redfangs have great style. We have a [Stylish Cutmaster].

A what? Youre making all this up. I wont be bullied about my hair.

You dont need to. Your hair bullies itself.

Erin opened and closed her mouth. Of all the fights she didnt want to pick, her style was not one she was comfortable with. Stupid [Goths] and [Chieftains] and people with their aesthetics. She didnt let go of Rags hand, but pulled her on.

Rags huffed and rolled her eyes, but she let Erin drag her to another waiting door. They were, after all, alone. Completely alone.

A huge bee crawled over the front of the door, and Erin screamed.

Aah! Apista! I forgot you were here!

The bee gave Erin a hurt look as she fanned her good wing.

You and everyone else! Whos this? She eyed the Goblin, whod put a hand on her sword. Erin guiltily reached out, and Apista crawled onto her hand.

This is Apista, Rags. Oh my gosh, I forgot she was sleeping here! We left her when we went to Riverfarm. She doesnt look hungry

Ive seen the bee. Want to take her with?

The bee certainly seemed to be trying to cling to Erins hair. Like a second, insectile hat. Erin grimaced, but she didnt have the heart to chase Apista away.

Ohfine. But it might be, uh, dangerous. Sanctuary only extends to this place. Sostay close to me, you two. Its just whats in the garden that might be dangerous, but there were huge Frost Golems.

Rags checked her sword and shield and nodded. Apista jabbed her stinger into Erins hair.

I got you, kid. Ive stabbed a legendary [Witch]s eye out and a [Shaman]s eyes. Im the eye-stabber.

The door to the other gardens changed depending on what the garden had been. The camouflage stone door to the [General]s frozen garden was a contrast to the rosewood door that led to the Drathian flower garden with the lacquered bridged and beautiful pond.

It took but moments for Erin and Rags to hurry out of the frozen, snowy keep, kicking snow off their boots, into the far warmer, pleasant red bridge over the water. Rags felt the air change in a moment and inhaled faint pollen and floral scents. She felt wood, not freezing stone underfoot, and turned as the other door swung shut.

From one garden to another. Door by door. Erin could walk through completely different worlds at will, and this one was the quiet, natural garden surrounded by the flowing stream that encircled a meditative garden filled with splashing, the gentle thock of a bamboo pole filling with water and striking a rock every few seconds, and the splash of fish.

A place to rest and be happy. Erin smiled as she stopped shivering and spread her arms wide to the Goblin, and even Rags laughed for a second in delight at the new garden.

Apista hated it. The koi fish were everywhere, splashing under the bridge, and she climbed all over Erins face, breaking the moment up.

They were certainly a bit too numerous to fit the garden; a thousand greedy mouths gaped up at Erin as the fish begged for food or just wondered what had disturbed their peaceful utopia again. Rags eyed them.

Nice. Free food.

You think that, but they dont taste that good. Plus, I feel bad about harvesting them. They are everywhere, though. I think they eat each other. Not everything here isperfect. Especially after the owners die.

Sounds fitting. If the owners die, this is no longer a sanctuary. Anything special in here?

Nojust some poetry in another language. Kevin thinks it might be Japanese, but what does he know? He was in here with his computer, trying to translate it before we left. Ohthat reminds me, you should see our computer and stuff!

Mm. He promised to show it to me too.

Erin chuckled as Rags stopped to admire some of the trees, including the one shedding pale green petals.

That Kevin. He gets around everywhere. Hes pretty good at that.

Not as good as you. But close.

Erin didnt know what to say to that. She let go of Rags hand so the Goblin could get on her hands and knees and peer at the flowers growing around here. Apista crawled down, and Erin held her out so she could suck up nectar.

Sorry, Apista. We really havent been nice to you. Ill make it up to you, I promise. And well get you flying around, somehow. I swear.

Erin had asked if the Antiniums restorative gel would work on Apista, and Pawn had told her flat out that Apista was an insect. Antinium had developed their biology to the point where they could teach it to regeneratethe gel would be useless for Apista as well as anyone else.

Erin could have sworn the tiny bee gave her a salute with her antennae. Erin cuddled the bee gently. And to think shed once been weirded out by Lyonettes pet.

The restful garden was the favorite of the two doors that Erin had explored remotely thoroughly. Which wasnt saying much. Rags glanced at Erin.

This place is nice. Where next?

Ohwell, I havent checked out the other ones. Shall we try one more?

Apista tensed a bit, but Rags just nodded.

How? Do you know a good one?

Nah, nah. Watch this. Theres a trick to it. When I first discovered the gardenI asked this place for something exciting. WellI can ask for a door.

Erin closed her eyes and thought for a second. Then she cracked an eye open.

What should I ask for?

Rags slapped her face. She thought and narrowed her eyes.

How aboutthe most dangerous garden? So you can see which is bad.

Oh! Good idea! Ercan you hold Apista? Just in case. Give me the most dangerous garden! Stand backIm safe, youre not.

As far as she knows.

Rags warily put Apista on her shoulder as the bee nodded. She drew a sword and waited as Erin closed her eyes.

A door appeared in front of her, and Erin recognized it. She hesitatedbut then she inspected the door. It was shaped oddly oval-like, a different style of architecture. The knob was completely changed; it looked like a handle in the center that you pulled the door open with.

Strange. What species would use that? Erin had seen this door before, and she knew what lay inside. Warily, she eyed the writing on top of the door, which had a very jagged look.

What species writes like this, Rags?

The Goblin peered at the words and shrugged.

Not Drake, Gnoll, or Human. Another species?

Hmm. Could be anyone. Okaystand back. And, uh, maybe put that sword down.

The Goblin frowned at Erin.

Why?

For answerErin swung the most dangerous garden open. She wondered what the criteria was, but she had a feeling she knew at least one reason why this one might be, uhdeadly.

The first thing Rags saw, or rather, didnt see, was the flash. Then a howl of rain that made Apista flinch. A bolt of lightning touched down mere feet from where Erin and Rags stood, and the garden with the hill covered in strange pieces of metal and lightning crashing down was in front of them. A vast tree was the only thing in the distance, aside from blowing rain, mud and water and the flashing lightning.

That was all Erin saw. Water spilled into the koi garden, a deluge. There must have been drainage because not everything was floodedbut even so, the storm was in full tempest.

Bolts of lightning kept falling. Not with the full force of a true storm in the skies, but still alarmingly loud and deadly. Apista took one look at the thunder and tried to crawl into Rags armor.

No thank you!

Hold on! Im going to try and turn the storm off!

What?

Rags shouted back, but Erin was calling to the garden. To her amazementthe rain lessened. The skies stopped flashing, and soon it was barely dripping. Erin stared into the drenched garden, as amazed as Rags.

Wow. I guess I do have authority over this place. Wellgive me a second. Im going to look around.

Im coming.

But what if you get hurt? The keys mine.

And I cant follow you if the door closes. Come on.

Rags stepped forwards boldly, and Erin hurried through ahead of the Goblin. They found themselves in the wettest, muddiest bog that Erin could have imagined.

But that was because of the endless rainstorm. Even with it gone, Erin smelledthe most muddy, destroyed ground ever.

She wondered how long it had rained. That the garden had kept any shape at all was probably because there was nowhere else for the rain to deposit the silt and dirt.

But this was certainly not how the garden had looked. Erin stood on a relatively flat plain, mud sloshing around her shoes, with a single hill. Now she could see more than a foot in front of her, she realized the tree had more of those odd spikes of metal sticking out of the ground.

Lightning rods for the lightningbut the tree that should have been even more of a magnet, tall as it was, was no tree that Erin had ever seen before.

It was crystalline. In the shape of a tree, glowing with inner light. In factErin realized that it was the catalyst for the storm. She grabbed Rags arm and pointed to the translucent interior.

Look! Its lightning inside the tree! Its electric!

Magicore, maybe. Thats dangerous.

Rags had stowed her sword, and she and Erin both felt the charge in the air. Erins own [Dangersense] tingled as she looked at the tree.

Best guess is that the trees charged like a power outlet. One touch and you could go boom. UhI can see why this is the most dangerous garden.

Rags nodded. But she almost looked disappointed as she stared around the rest of the garden. They were all huge, but this one was just a flat plain. Mud had indeed destroyed all gradients aside from the hill, and Erin realized that the hill had only survived because the tree had crystal roots that held up the hill. Some were exposed by the deluge.

Darn. I guess some gardens really get ruined if you leave the weather on. Which I did not know I could do, by the by. Ive got this really cool light trick I can do in my garden. Umew. Its so muddy.

Erin sloshed a few steps around as Rags peered forwards.

It seemed like there was a path of those rusted pieces of metal leading up to the hill. They werent everywhere, and if you marked the pieces of metal, only a few feet high in places, others taller than she was

They would have formed a semi-circular base around the tree and the hill. Rags could imagine, perhaps, a kind of ramp. Which meant this room was one where you approached through this door.

Erin was walking left, around another edge of the domed room. There were no vines here; the endless water had drowned all but a layer of moss and slime on the wooden walls. She was peering at the flat mud as her [Dangersense] twinged. Rags called out.

Erin, wait.

Huh? Why?

The mud is everywhere. It might not be ground everywhere.

Rags had begun to wonder what the garden was supposed to look like. She turned to ask if Erin could telland saw Erin take a step and plunge into the mud.

She sank so fast that she was up to her neck before Rags charged into the mud. The Goblin had to try and haul Erin out, and a frantic Apista was buzzing on Erins face as the [Innkeeper] shouted.

Pull me up! Pull me up! Its deep!

Her feet werent even touching the bottom. Rags heaved, and Erin pulled frantically at the muddy embankment. She hauled herself up. Then she crawled onto the ground, up to her wrists in mud, and panted.

Rags stared at the hidden drop next to Erin, and the [Innkeeper] felt Apista fanning her wing desperately on her hair.

Oh man. Oh manthat was scary. Idiot!

She meant herself. No wonder this was dangerous! Rags nodded. She pulled Erin up, and they staggered back to the door leading out of here.

Lets go, Rags. Im not coming back, and this is off-limits for Mrsha and anyone else until I find a snorkel. Noa breathing tank. How will I even find whats here?

Turning off the water helps. Maybe you have to dredge it? Put all the stuff inside somewhere else?

That would be a terrible task. Erin was almost out when Rags stopped her.

Wait. I thinkI want to check something else.

What? The trees made of electricity, and theres sinkholes everywhere! What else do you want to see? Whether or not there are evil mud-fish-monsters in the deep?

Rags head rose warily.

Are there?

Erin had to think. She concentrated. She could sense what was in the gardens, vaguely. She closed her eyes and felt out.

No. But theres a huge underground space. Were on a kind ofraised area, around the hill with the tree. Dont go left or right. The bridge is narrow, and you can fall!

I know. I can see.

The Goblin was wading through the mud to the nearest bit of metal. Erin raised a hand.

Rags! I dont know what that is!

I think I do. What was this place supposed to be? A [Garden of Sanctuary]. So maybe this was all grass. Or dirt.

Rags was bending down, scraping at a visible piece of thin metal sticking out of the mud four feet high. Erin slowly walked over, cautiously making sure she had footholds. But Rags seemed to have a better idea of this place than even Erin.

Apista, for her part, was freaking out. She hated water, she hated mud, and she hated snow. Erin was 1 for 3 on her gardens that Apista had seen. No, 0 for 3the koi fish in the relaxing garden were monsters.

Yetthis was like playing detective. Or trying to see the intentions of each owner of the [Garden of Sanctuary]. In this case, all the clues were mostly obfuscated by time and the unfortunate rainstorm.

But think of what this might have been. Rags imagined a walkway leading up to that hill. And planted in the walkway, with rain falling and lightningwere these thin pieces of metal.

Very thin, and mostly, very rusted. This piece flaked apart at a touch from her gloved hands. Rags eyed the metal and had no doubt the rain had done this. Yetshe gazed around, eyes narrowing.

What do you think these are? I think I know.

Erin peered at the upright pieces of metal. Now the rain was gone, she saw not all were completely corroded. She saw a flash of bright steel as Rags waded over to another. Then Erins eyes widened. She remembered seeing a bolt of yellow lightning striking the object that shed seen before. It would have electrocuted both Human and Goblin in the water, another reason why this was the most dangerous garden.

Because all of the objects planted here were metal. And Erin realized they werent just metal. Rags reached down and slowly pulled out something that neither rain nor time had broken. Nor even the falling lightning.

She lifted a sword out of the muck. It was old, so old that Erin recognized the mithril blade in an instant. But the handle was strangeit had a long guard across the handle, but the handle was curved and contoured in a way Erin had never seen.

It had not been meant for Human hands, but some other grip. Erins eyes went wide. She looked around, and then she saw it.

Swords?

Then she made sense of the huge, thin pillar of metal in the distance. The way they all stood mostly upright. Swords! Rags looked around, and Erin caught a flash of what this garden must have been.

A grave of swords. Monuments to warriors, perhaps, or had the owner been a [Smith]? They had been planted in the rain as lightning struck down. Like some kind of terrible art piece.

Rags felt at the blade and jumped. Erin actually felt a tingle in the water as the Goblin cursed and yanked her armored hand away from the blade.

Rags?

Shocking. Its still charged.

Or ratherit was charged by the falling lightning. Erin didnt see any visible crackle running down the blade, but then Rags slashed the water.

Yeowch!

The electricity electrocuted Rags, Erin, and Apista, and all three practically leapt out of the water as Rags held the sword upright. The bee angrily jabbed her stinger in Rags direction as the Goblin apologized.

Sorry. It must be active when I hold it.

She eyed the blade, and Erin, wincing, gazed into the garden. Now she knew what they were, she saw most of the enchanted blades had probably succumbed to the battering long ago. Only the most powerful or durable ones were still untouched.

Electric swords. Who made electric swords? Are they all powered by lightning? And its expensive, too! Look at that handle, Rags. Whomever had it hadclaws.

That was the only thing she could think of. The sword had deeper divots in the grip than any Human would want, but it fit a Drake or other clawed grip better. Rags nodded; her hands fit a bit better than Erins did.

Insignias worn off. Nice sword, though. Balanced.

It was a shortsword, and it had a curiously slanted diagonal edge along a flat, wide blade. Rags could actually balance it, and she seemed so engrossed Erin pointed at it.

Why dont you take it with you?

Rags blinked.

Me? Doesnt it belong there?

Erin gazed into the muddy pit and shook her head.

Whatever this garden wasId rather take the swords out than risk electrocuting myself. And frankly, whoever owned the garden doesnt deserve how it looks. Do you need a sword?

Rags eyed her plain sword enchanted with a bit of sharpness and durability. Then at the mithril blade from a bygone era. She raised her brows.

I will take it. If you want?

The [Innkeeper] smiled down at Rags.

I dont wanna give anything in the gardens to just anyone. Like that Dullahan [General]s stuff. So keep this private. But if its you, Ragsyeah.

Thank you.

The [Chieftain] looked up, and Erin waved a hand awkwardly. She reached down and grabbed Rags muddy glove. This time, the Chieftain let her do it.

Come on, weve got bathsbut I wonder. Hey, is there a garden where we can clean up? And dont do the snowy one. Im already cold.

She trudged over to another door as it appeared and then reached out. Erin eyed the strangest door yet that looked like a squarehatch? She reached out, nudged the handleand the door fell over.

Whumph. Erin jumped, and she and Rags stared as her door fell flat. Erins mouth worked.

What the

Are they supposed to do that?

No! Did I break it?

Anxiously, Erin bent over the door and pulled. Her face turned red, and she tried to use both hands. Rags bent down and heavedand the heavy hatch came up. Erin and Rags looked down, and Apista began lightly smacking Erin with her good legs.

You. Have. Terrible. Gardens.

She backed up and began crawling for safety. After allErin and Rags were staring down, down through the wood of an ancient ships hold

Straight into a garden flooded by water. Erin gazed down at the surprisingly bright depths and saw a sandbar just below her and, further down, illuminated by bright coral and even lights, a home untouched by more than the fish swimming around

Oh wow. A Drowned Folk garden!

Rags whistled. Now she understood why the hatch looked like that. What if this had been in a ship? Youd open it and leap into the depths. The water was so close to the hatch that Erin could actually reach down and splash some on her muddy clothing. She splashed some in her mouth as she washed her head and instantly spat it out.

Peh! Peh! Aw man. Its saltwater.

Mhm. Plus lots of fish. Probably been pooing and dying in there for hundreds of years.

Erin gagged. She ran back to her first garden and splashed around in the pond as Rags backed away.

Yet another garden that was, for now, unexplorable. Rags took off her armor so she could let it dry, and Erin saw she was dressed in a casual set of clothing underneath. She splashed at Rags.

Hey! Look whos lightening up! After this, let me give you some cake and ice cream, huh? And that spaghetti and blue fruit juice!

Rags thought about it and shrugged. She frowned at Erin, then scowled. Something was again off about the way Erin was talking now.

Cake and ice cream? Im not a child. Or Ulvama.

She had seen how Mrsha was treated, and she had a feeling Erins hand-holding was more than trying to keep her safe. Erin ducked her head.

No, I know that. But youre young!

Rags folded her arms. She eyed Erinthen kicked a huge splash of water all over the [Innkeeper].

Rags! How dare you! Ill

Do what? Im a child. Right? Dont treat me like one. Garen did. So did Tremborag. Im tired of it. I am a [Great Chieftain], Erin. Even if were friends, I dont like it.

She looked Erin in the eyes, and the [Innkeeper]s face fell.

Oh. Okay. I got it. I didnt mean to offend you.

Rags sighed. There was something strange about Erin. She treated Antinium like people. She had treated her skeleton like a lamp. And Rags?

Erin glanced sideways at the Goblin, and Rags saw her bite her lip. The Goblin pretended not to notice. She let Apista crawl over onto her shoulder and stood.

Do you want to keep exploring or not?

She thought she had ruined the mood, but Erin shook her head after glancing at the far wall.

No. NoI want to keep doing this together. So long as you do.

She looked so earnest that Rags said nothing more, and slowly, the two formed up. Erin was wet and shivering a bit, so Rags suggested she get more clothes.

Dont look, okay? Im just gonna change

Yeah, yeah.

Rags waited as Erin shuffled into new clothes. Apista was buzzing on Rags shoulder as the Goblin patted her head.

One more garden, one more bad one and I swear, Im stinging both of yous.

When Erin came back into the garden, Rags glanced at her black pants and mismatched, yellow shirt. Apista gave Erin an approving look, but the [Innkeeper] defended herself.

I was in a rush! Selys bought me all kinds of weird stuff. Whats our garden? Lets do one more, at least.

Your bee is going to sting us if we take her anywhere wet.

Rags pointed to the fuming Apista, and the bee nodded. Even Erin and Rags could tell how ticked off she was, so Erin clapped her hands.

What about this, then? Garden! Take us to the place Apista will like most!

The final door was made of glass and as clear as the blue skies. Erin peered at it as Rags felt at the nigh-invisible handle. Apista fanned her wings longingly, and Erin stared into the last garden.

Oh. Wow. This one was a Garudas, right?

She opened the door, and the wind blew, and Erin inhaled a smell like spring and sky. She knew she had to show this to Ryoka, because this garden?

This one had belonged to someone who could fly.

The ground was not, actually, flowers and grass like Erin would have pictured. Some of it was hard-packed earth, dry because the sun had shone down on this place for such a long time. There were tough plants growing around, including what Erin thought was a bushuntil she realized that all the leaves were, in fact, hiding little cotton balls!

The instant the wind blew, a dozen scattered into the air, and Erin looked up and saw the largest garden yet.

It was so tall, vertically, that Erin and Rags stared up and up and finally saw the dome concealed amongst a backdrop that seemed like a world of clouds and blue sky. Until you realized that was an illusion projected across the backdrop of the dome.

Apista was fanning her good wing as the wind blew, almost picking her up, and Erin spread her arms and ran, laughing, across the ground.

Wow! This is a great garden! Look, Rags! Are those floating structures?

She pointed up, and Rags shielded her gaze against the sunlight.

Nope. Just wood.

But they were concealed along the edges of the dome such that it did look like rooms and places were hiding high up there. Erin stomped a foot.

Yet another secret area out of reach! Just you wait until my friend gets here! She can fly!

Then she looked down at Apista guiltily, because the bee was staring up longingly into this place where she could fly free. Erin hugged the bee until Apista crawled out and began to hobble across the ground.

Then Erin looked so despondent that Rags had to say something.

Maybe you can heal her?

If we had a drop of Potion of Regenerationwe could. But we dont have any right now. Ilvriss took his bottle back.

Erin bent down as Apista crawled along. She looked up at Rags, and her glee was gone.

Im sorry, Rags.

What about?

Erin shook her head.

Remember when Relc hated you? I kicked you out of the inn right after the Goblin attacks oror something, remember? You had that big Goblin with you, Garen? And I asked you to go? That was the last time I saw you until the siege at Liscor.

I remember. Its fine. You did what you thought you needed to. Goblins did attack and kill people. Garen killed his team. Even Goblins didnt forgive him. Even his tribe.

Rags squatted there, and she saw Erin shake her head guiltily.

Thanks for saying that. Its justI havent done enough for Goblins. I even got a Skill. [Natural Allies]. ButI dont feel like a friend to Goblins. Not all the time.

Rags gave Erin the blankest look in creation. If she didnt feel like a Goblinfriend, who did?

She spoke after a second.

Do you know Gna?

Who? Ohthe [Sergeant] who came with Numbtongue and the others, right? Shes with the army now. She helped. What about her?

Hmm. Badarrow told me about her. Do you know her class?

Erin hadnt met Gna personally, but her class was unforgettable. She grinned.

[Bug Captain Goblinfriend] or something like that?

Rags grinned.

Yep. She got that class, and I think its funny. But she got that class, and Badarrow told me she didnt like Goblins that much. Even at the end, she was wary. But she got that class because even marching with Goblins was enough to be a friend. You? Youre the only ally Goblins have.

The praise might have fallen upon deaf ears. Erin just shook her head.

But here I am, treating you like a kid. Sorry.

Its not a problem.

Now Rags felt annoyed that Erin was taking it so personally, and she glanced at Erin.

I know Im small. I know Im young. I shouldnt snap at you. You have kids like Mrsha. Who is a child. A spoiled one.

Erin snorted and hoped Rags wouldnt say that to Mrsha or Lyonettes faces. She was sort ofa savage, verbally! Not in any other way. But she shook her head.

No, I know youre not a child like that, Rags. I know youre a [Great Chieftain]Badarrow told me of everything youve done and what you mean to the tribe. Its just

She looked wistfully upwards as Apista began to smoke. Rags and Erin glanced at her in alarm, but the bee just ignited and then turned off the flames. She must have been pleasedshe was staring around the windy garden, and Erins heart went out to her.

Like Rags, actually. The Goblin glanced at Erin.

Say it.

Youre gonna be mad.

Im not. Say it.

Promise you wont get mad? Its justI had a dream, too, about you. But its sillier than you wanting to thank me. Promise?

Rags just raised her brows, turning to face Erin. The [Innkeeper] ducked her head. She eyed Rags and then confessed.

II had this idea, Rags. Whenever you came back. Whenever I got my inn in order. Youd be grumpy, and Id cheer you up. And then Id feed you, and, umgiveyouapiggybackride.

What was that last part?

Give you a ride. On my back.

Rags gave Erin a blank look. It grew blanker as Erin explained. Rags had seen little Goblins riding on older Goblins backs, but seldom for fun.

You wanted to give me a ride?

Horseback ride. Thats where youre super high up. Legs around my shoulders. I thought youd laugh andand you can stop looking at me like that!

Erin defended herself, blushing. It didnt work anymore, not with the Goblin giving her the long look.

Rags could have snapped at Erin, but she knew the [Innkeeper] felt guilty. If anything? She was curious.

Why? In what scenario of knowing me did you think Id enjoy that? Pebblesnatch would have enjoyed that.

Not her. But Erin looked so wistful that any wrath that Rags might have felt was already gone.

I know. I know, Rags. But in my headyou were the same Goblin I first met. Terrible things happened to you. I justI wish I could have gone back and my inn of now, this garden, could be back then. Because then I would have been able to properly protect you, give you a room, not just food whenever you came in. I should have.

We were dangerous back then. Some of the Goblins would have slit your throat.

I know. But I wishI wish you werent so old, Rags.

The [Innkeeper] cried out. She looked at Rags sadly.

Youre young! You are small, and I wanted you to be a kid. Properly. I know youre a [Great Chieftain] and youve done so much, but you shouldnt have been. You should have been like Mrsha, even shes gone through too much.

Ah. Now Rags saw why Erin was so upset. The Goblin leaned back and stared at the sky as Apista ignited again, this time testing something out. She stared up.

To live, I had to be a [Chieftain]. I could have been young. I could have refused to become a [Great Chieftain]. I am no Goblin Lord, Erin. I fear being one. But I want to know why Goblin Kings kill. I want to stop it.

Erin looked at Rags. Her hands clenched in the dirt, and she exhaled. Then it seemed like she let go of something. She brushed at her face.

Ow. Dirt in my eyes. I know thats what you want to do, Rags. I think its so brave. And I promisewhatever you need, if youre ever in trouble, my inn will always be open. Ive said that to so many people. No Gnoll will ever leave hungry. Wellno Goblin will die within my walls. Not if I can help it. Whatever happens, no matter what trouble your tribe runs intoyou can come here.

She meant it. Every word. Yet Erins smile wasnt reflected in Rags troubled expression.

Dont say that. Dont promise that.

Why not?

Rags had not told Erin about how she had burned across Riverfarms lands. She wondered if Erin knew. Now, she told Erin.

I am not a goodperson. Dont promise to always protect me without knowing what will happen. I kidnapped the Healer of Tenbault. To do that, I killed people. And I would do it again. If they came after my tribeand they willI will kill Humans, Drakes, and Gnolls. I am afraid of becoming Reiss.

She looked up. Or Tremborag. She didnt know how, but this long road was one they had all walked before. The [Innkeeper] was silent for a long while. Then she exhaled.

Im not a good person either, Rags. No one is.

Youre better than most.

Erin turned her head, and she gave Rags much the same look that Rags had given Erin when she realized she was being treated like a child.

No, Rags. Theres a part of me that knows exactly what youre talking about. Its like fire. Maviola El taught me to see part of myself, and Ive felt it more than once. Youre not good? I killed the Raskghar when they kidnapped Mrsha. I would have wiped them out if I had to. If she was deadthere are things Ive thought about doing. Some things I might do, against my enemies. No matter what, I will kill them, and if it is as painfully as I can imagineI wont hesitate.

The Goblin looked at the [Innkeeper]s serious face. Then she stood up lightly. The wind ran through her hair and blew at her clothing, and she felt unguarded without her armor. She had been speaking to the one person she wanted to talk to for a long time. And it had not been what she expected, but it had not been horrible. SoRags hesitated and looked around this wide plain stretching upwards.

Alright. Just one time.

One what?

The Goblin glanced at Erin, and she looked completely amused. She gave Erin a real grin.

You can carry me on your shoulders. I sort of want to see what happens. Unless youre too tired.

The [Innkeeper] gave Rags a wide-eyed stare, and then she scrambled to her feet.

I can do it! Hop on! Itll be the ride of your life!

Rags climbed onto Erins shoulders and felt the most childish she had felt all year. Erin hoisted her up with a grunt, and Rags was displeased that even the weakened young woman could do it. Then Erin began jogging across the ground.

Alright. Let me just build up some speedhow am I doing, Rags? How does it feel? Do you feel like a child?

Its bumpy. Go faster.

Erin laughed and panted, and she actually sped up. Rags was tense, expecting Erin to wipe out at any second, but she realized that she was fairly stable. And if she fell? The Goblin leaned back and saw the sky moving slowly overhead.

The warm air whipped around them as Erin ran, and Rags realized she was laughing with the sheer stupidity of the moment. The innocent laughter filled the air. Rags looked up, and then she wondered if this were how it might have been.

Like Mrsha and Lyonette, a little Goblin riding on an [Innkeeper]s shoulders. Rags eyes stung. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Then she opened them and smiled.

Just smiled as she rode on Erins shoulders like the child shed never been and never known she wanted to be until this moment. An adult capturing something shed missed.

Wheeeeeee.

Erin ran until she wiped out. She stumbled, Rags leapt off her shoulders, and Erin flopped on her back, wheezing for air. Yet they were smiling.

The little bee, flapping her one wing in the quiet garden, watched as Erin and Rags sat up. Then Erin hugged Rags tightly, and the [Chieftain] hugged her back.

Apista thought they might be friends after all. What did the bee see? She was the only observer, besides the empty garden itself, besides the will of classes and levels.

She saw something different, in her bee-like way, as the two spoke. Erin was ablaze with joy. It radiated out from her as she looked at Rags.

A hat full of flame. Yet she was that fire to Apista. A burning hill of fire, like Inkar saw. She was the inn and garden, inheritor of this sanctuary and the will of flames. She was glorious and grand when she was filled with life.

And Rags? Apista saw a little Goblin standing there. As she had stood before Tremborag and the last Dragonlord of Flame. The [Innkeeper], all her foesRags image of herself was different.

For there stood just a Goblin. But even shorter than Rags was in reality, in Apistas insight into the two. Just a tiny Goblin, barefoot, wearing nothing but tattered clothing, staring at flame and fire and giants.

Facing them all down. Then the flaming giant wavered, and she took Rags hands.

I wanted you to be young, Rags! I wanted you to be young and grow up slowly. Im sorry. I didnt do enough. Anyone else can say I did, even you. But I never did enough for the friends I met. And no one is a Goblins friend, so I should have been a better one.

She was suddenly uncertain. A wavering spark of light buffeted by her own fears and trials and weaknesses, and they loomed large. She kept reaching out, for people. For love. And she was unable to grasp it. She chased a spark she herself couldnt feel. Not yet.

The Goblin, though, just took Erins hands, and she was proud. She stood, leader of a tribe, buoyed up and sheltering, responsible for tens of thousands of lives. They were all close to her, all connected.

Yet she was proudly alone. She neither wanted nor needed what part of Erin would cry out for. And gently, she squeezed Erins hands.

I was old before I met you, Erin. Goblins. Humans. I will pull us forwards one step, our species, if I can manage it. Half a step, if that is all. Until we can be children together. But I cant do it alone. You gave a hungry Goblin food. If Im ever hungry and lost latercan I come here?

Always.

The [Magical Innkeeper]s eyes shone, and she grabbed Rags hands with all the strength in her body. The [Great Chieftain] bared her teeth in a true smile, and Erins aura grew larger.

Fire. Those flames that Apista saw around her sometimesand the Ashfire Bee knew fireso wondrous and powerful.

It filled the inn and grew from the garden. Such that even the [Princess], the other [Innkeepers], and the guests felt it. They looked up and smiled and suddenly laughed.

From the witch who raised her head and beamed at the ceiling to the nervous Goblins who slowly relaxed and knew their Chieftain would be back shortly. To the giggling, snorting Gnoll girl and the adventurers who nudged each other.

A warm feeling, as if it was inviting them in. The [Princess] threw up her hands, mildly exasperated

Because she couldnt top that.

Slowly, a [Baker] glanced up from the table where he had been complaining about everyone and everything and this faulty party. He glanced up and looked around.

Ah. Now this feels more like it.

Flame. Rags own aura flickered around her, that lonely [Aura of Command]. Butshe looked in Erins eyes and felt like she was lacking.

She was more than the Goblin who wanted to be a leader. A leader? She gazed around, and it was this inn, if not this exact garden and place, she had always been coming back to.

She took in Erin, and the Goblin reached out, across species and time, and took the [Innkeeper]s hand.

Goblin and Human, not shaking hands, but holding each others hand as if supporting one another. Smiling as flames flickered around them.

The inn was shaking. Apista felt the tremor under her feelers and wondered just how it felt in the actual inn. But she waited as some of that glorious flame licked off Erin, pure aura and will. Almost, almost

Then the little bee fanned her wings and ignited her own flames. Like one of Octavias pieces of fire flaring off a match head, she caught fire. The flames jetted from little vents in her carapacebut Apista was focusing. Some winked off on one side as her good wing beat frantically.

Focus. Focus. Can we do it? Here we go. Herewego.

The bee had little to do while she was resting and while Lyonette was gone. All she could do was watch the scrying orb. For instancethe Archmage of Izrils famous lifting of Fissival.

To the little bee, shed seen something really interesting when Valeterisa did that. And if it worked for a city

A jet of green-red flame shot out, startling Erin and Rags. They looked over, and Erins jaw dropped. Rags took one look over and closed her eyes.

No. Fightipilota was right?

A flame was burning upwards, and a tiny little thing, a bee, was corkscrewing madly through the air. She was flying! Apista was internally screaming for joy and sheer panic because she was not in control.

But the first jet-powered bee was using her wing and the flames burning out of her body to propel herself through the air. She buzzed past Erin as the [Innkeeper] gaped up at her.

Hey. Thats my fire. Thats my fire!

Apista saluted them with one antennae. Then Erin was laughing and running after her, and Rags aura was changing. The Goblin looked up and sighed.

Later, she would hear the voice telling her what she already knew. But that new aura flickered around her. Changed by her meeting with the [Innkeeper].

Erin Solstice.

One last thing happened to the inn as a tremor ran through it, disturbing dishes, startling guests, and heralding the beginning of strange, fantastic days.

The Goblins, Humans, Drakes, and Gnolls all didnt see it at first. But then Numbtongue nearly ran smack-bang into it when he and Octavia were running out to see what Erin had made explode. He stopped, and his eyes went round.

Is thatfrom the garden? It has to be. Numbtongue!

Other guests hadnt even realized what had happened. They turnedand exclaimed. Some leapt out of their seats in shock. Relc? His eyes bugged out.

Thats not supposed to happen. Youthats from the garden. Erin! Is she alright? Is she

He leapt to his feet in a panic, but Numbtongue didnt think Erin was hurt. Or perhapshe stared at what was standing in the common room of The Wandering Inn.

It had appeared in the center of the room on a little pedestal. Just grey stone. A functionone of the oldest functions of the [Garden of Sanctuary].

Yet the two statues who stood there shouldnt have been present. Notnot yet. Erin and Rags stood there. Clasping hands and smiling at one another.

How? Numbtongue didnt think they were dead. Yethe looked at the door to the garden, where a laughing [Innkeeper] and the [Chieftain] were coming from, following an out-of-control bee.

She had died. That was her garden, and so Erins statue belonged there. As for Rags? It might not be time for her. But the garden surely knew who would one day stand on that hill.

Perhaps that was why. Numbtongues claws trembled as he looked at the first statue to fill The Wandering Inn for all to see. It was a [Message] louder than even the Goblins presence as helpers.

For you could call them [Mercenaries] or servants or even justify their existence as some did without calling them people.

But if you did, then that statue made no sense. For they were not shaking hands to seal any deal. There was no partnership nor give or take on the gently smiling Goblins face or the [Innkeeper]s beaming smile.

Just friends. They clasped hands as, once again, The Wandering Inn saw its [Innkeeper] walk out of the gardens doors to cheers. Erin looked around and blinked out a window.

Is that a skating rink? What have you guys been up to? Lets do this party!

She laughed, and Rags smiled. Then the two of them walked out, properly. Not to thank each other anymore, but as friends.

[Great Chieftain Level 35!]

[Skill Change Aura of Command Aura of the Emissary obtained!]

[Spell: Apistas Jetflame created.]

[Skill The Innkeepers Daily Bounty (The Wandering Inn) obtained!]

Authors Note: I edited 1.02 R along with doing this 30k chapter. In three days. And it was good, substantive edits.

I uhIm working hard. I may need to take a day off just to do edits or screw around with fun side-writings. If so, I will let you know, but I think that my rewrite speed on Volume 1 is too slow. Taking an entire update off would be a lot, but I am pushing harder than usual, I think.

Mind you, editing on the third day does sometimes really increase quality so I may change my writing schedule in general, but I am burning hot. And the candle. From both ends. Not with a flamethrower yet; that was the end of Volume 8. But Im just trying to manage projects and I have more than I thought.

Well, the story does come out fast, and I try to keep quality as high as you can ask for. But wow, having a year to write a book would be so nice. Imagine months of not having to do muchthis is more efficient. Just letting you know I might need to borrow some time, but I hope you enjoy and that the waits are worth it.

Also, I would love a garden of my own. Mine would probably be different from the ones I write, though. But well see more. Thanks for reading!

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