Book 9: Chapter 31

Book 9: Chapter 31

[The author is on break until January 17th! Have good end to your year!]

The Brass Dragon awoke with sweat on his scales. His head rose, and he looked around.

Is someone there?

He gazed towards the entrance of his cave, and the young woman

Wasnt there.

Sleepily, Teriarchs head rose higher, and he wondered what that feeling had been. A great terror, for a few minutes, had come over him in his dreams.

Dragonslayer. His scales still itched. A scar running down his left hind leg twinged. As if he could taste the blade thousands of years later.

It had awoken him from his slumber. He looked around for the girl seeking his help, but she hadnt come. Maybe she never would.

He should wake. But he was wearyand his wings still ached from flying. The Dragon buried his head in a pile of gold and thensince he couldnt breatheraised it and exhaled.

Im hungry.

He hadnt been hungry in thousands of years. But so much Dragonfire and spellcastinghe was still locked in despair, in circles of his life where he flew, chasing his tail.

Young woman. Fire. Regret.

Scars.

A rhythm that would carry him to his grave. Would it be his duties that made him rise, the girlor the warrior with the blade?

The Brass Dragon lay there awhile. Thenbecause he despaired of it, truly, because he was hungry, the Dragonlord of Flame did what he always did.

He ran away. He called upon something else of old, a guise as ancient as Eldavin, the meddler who did what must be done. But humbler. He whisperedand his body changed as he spoke another name.

Demsleth.

Then he vanished. By the time a young woman finally did haul herself into the cave, bypassing the magical wards

Hello? Im Ryoka Griffin. Hello?

A young woman with bare feet, proper gait, and even the right face walked into the cave. She had on clothingor what looked like clothingand her voice even sounded right.

Ryoka Griffin stared about. She peered at the gold, the treasures, and saw

No Dragon.

He was gone. The young woman scuffed a toe on the floor. She gazed at a relic of a bygone age and then wandered out.

Damn.

It was getting better at this.

The winter day was cold. So cold snow was falling from the sky. But flakes caused by natural precipitation.

Nothing great. Nothing glorious. It was winter, and everyone knew itbut there wasnt any true snow.

I guess the Winter Sprites went somewhere else this year. Normally, it wouldnt even snow until you saw the little shits. Bastards throwing snowballs at my head.

Only Relc could annoy natural elementals like that. The Drake, as had become his routine, stood in his room at The Wandering Inn.

His room at the inn. Not in the city. He had found an apartment in the new quarters, but Erin had told him he could stay at the inn forever for free. Lyonette had, of course, clarified theyd charge him a modest fee, but it included breakfast and cleaning.

Part of Relc had wanted to go and find an apartmentuntil he wondered why he wanted to go. Then hed stayed. Hed stayed and been happier than he could imagine when he realized hed be here.

With the little kid, Mrsha, with Erin and the inn. For better or worse, he would be here.

That was something. If only life could be like that. The painful, sad-happy feeling of realizing someone wanted him to be herethat he didnt have to sit in his empty apartment fiddling with his puzzles. It wasnt a gift; Erin wanted him to be here, and he could go downstairs and sit in the common room.

That feeling in Relcs chest was like today. Today, where so much had happened.

The scar in the earth outside the Floodplains was mostly closed, because the Antinium did not want a breach in the very firmament that could let water rain down into their Hive. But the scars on people and even the walls of Liscor remained.

Hed stared at them for a while. Literal cut marks that had gone through enchanted stone, melted parts of it. A shattered section where the Archmage of Memory had been nailed to the wall like a fly.

That was one kind of scar. The otherthe other was on the Drakes arm. That damn [Blademistress] had got him.

Shed gotten everyone. But her scars, at leastwere light. Light, for a given value of the word. It wasnt a missing limb. She, ironically, had been most careful to wound in a way that wouldnt permanently cripple someone.

This damn tournament. Relc wouldnt have participated if hed knownbut he had been after Lulv and Symphony. After Manus. That was finehe was used to scars. But the poor kidsthey didnt need scars. They didnt need to lose actual limbs.

Yethe got it. The chance to face a [Blademaster] or a [Spearmaster]he would have done the same thing. The painful part was

Relc looked down, cleared his throat, and went on.

Looks like a bunch of idiots are already out there, exercising. You should rest, though. No sense in opening anything up.

At this, someone did stir and open her eyes. A red-scaled girl lay in his bed, resting. Relc had actually slept in another room. She was bigger than a girl now, but she still looked like one to him.

Ill be on my feettomorrow.

Sure you will.

Her voice was too quiet. Relc hesitatedthen bent down and patted her on the forehead. He stared down and saw the very edge of a mostly-healed cut right below her left eye. One inch and

Hed offered to use his healing potion, but Embria and everyone else had told him it wasnt worth wasting. Shed told him she had to keep them.

The scar ran from her eye to down across her mouth, across her chest and her side. A [Spearmaster]s wound from a challenge.

When Relc looked at it, he felt like going out and finding that Gnoll. But it had been a challenge. So he just patted his daughter on the forehead.

Sure you will. But today is all about hot cocoa and stuff, right? Want me to get you breakfast?

Ill get up in a bit. FathDad?

Embria Grasstongue looked up. She hadnt said much since yesterday. Relc almost turned back to look at her, but kept staring out the window. Because it was hard.

Whats up?

Was I close? Did I do a good job?

Relc was glad his face was turned away. He closed his eyes and then turned to Embria. He bent over the bed, and his claw kept patting her hand.

A great job, kid. I just wishI just wish you didnt do dangerous things. As a dad, you know. As a [Spearmaster]you were close.

He almost said, I wish you hadnt tried. But then he thought what he might have said to Vok, despite the lad getting hurt.

Relc saw two pale yellow eyes looking up at him, and he was rewarded with a claw tightening around his fingers.

I have to try. I had to. My fathers a [Spearmaster].

You dont have to be me, Embria. Youre doing a great job on your own.

He wished hed said that beforeand knew it wouldnt have done a thing. But Relc saw Embria smile briefly, and his heart hurt and felt better for the pain today. Alreadyit was that exhaustively, painfully glorious feeling of being alive. And he thought he would never forget how she looked up.

But I want to be like you.

She hadnt said that since she was a girl. Relc wiped at his eyes for a while. When he went downstairs, she was leaning on him. And he felt young and old and

It was that kind of day. That kind of day that descended on The Wandering Inn. If you were a fool, youd call it typical. Because such days were never the same. They changed youforever.

Erin Solstice was lying in her bed, even as Relc and Embria walked past her room. But they stopped by the open door, as many people had.

Just to stare and reassure themselves it was a young, Human woman who lay there, not a Stitch-woman.

NotZeladona, [Blademistress of Ancients]. Not the greatest swordswoman to ever set foot on the Floodplains, who had cut light and the sky and brought a legend out of history and into this waking world.

But thensome of that stare was for Erin herself, because she had been the one who unleashed Zeladona, been the vessel for her.

The [Innkeeper] of The Wandering Inn. She lay there, awake, but not rushing downstairs or already outside.

In fact, someone had elevated her bed slightly. It wasnt as if they had invented beds that could automatically recline or incline themselvesrather, a certain Archmage had fussed around with light magic for a while before a [Princess] gave up and stuffed bedding up so Erin could lie in a semi-sitting position.

She was staring out the window. Her light brown hair was brushed and combed, and she was wearing pajamas with big, silver wolves chasing each other over a dark blue background.

The Silverfangs had given them to Erin in thanks for General Sserys actions at the Meeting of Tribes.

Another reminder. But Erin didnt movemuch. Even her head took a moment to turn and smile at Relc and Embria.

Hey, guys. You okay, Embria?

The Drake had a scar that ran across her entire upper bodyand that was just one of the wounds Lulv had left in their duel. He hadnt crippled herbut without potions, she had to lean on Relc to walk.

Nevertheless, it was Embria who gave Erin a look of concern.

Ill be fine, Miss Erin. A day or two of restwont hurt. And you?

Erin opened her mouth and licked at her lips. Someone held up a cup anxiously, and Erin murmured.

I dont need a drink, Mrsha. Im, uhgonna lie here a while. Im good.

Relc and Embria exchanged a glance. The day after Zeladonas Trial of BladesErin Solstice saw the cup with the wood straw in it lower. And despite not needing a drink, it was good that Mrsha offered. Because Erin Solsticecould not move.

She could slowly rotate her head left to stare out the window as the two Drakes continued on. But even that clearly hurt. She lay in bed, and every single muscle, ones she hadnt known existed, hurt.

Want Ceria to cast [Numb] again, Erin?

No. Im good. I justcantmove.

Her tongue hurt. As if someone had been doing pushups with it. Had Zeladona been moving her mouth to slash people with swords? Holding a blade in her mouth?

Erin didnt know. All she did know was that if she tried to use a potion, it would be a waste. No more shortcuts. Andthis might be her consequence.

Grimalkin says hell check on you tomorrow. Well have you in a massage once it, uh, doesnt hurt. And the healing crystals Healer Demerra left should help. Without undoing your bodys healing.

Lyonette tapped one of the crystals placed amidst the padding propping Erin up. It glowed a bright, merry orange, and Erin swallowed with effort.

Can I get in a chair?

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My eyebrows hurt. Do I have eyebrow muscles? Why do they hurt?

The [Innkeeper] was banned from healing herself, but even Grimalkin had opined that Zeladonas presence in Erins body would have consequences that would set back her healing journey.

On the other handhe had told Lyonette that if Erin could tough it out without reverting to potions, he would be fascinated to see if the [Blademistress] possession had any positive effects.

Right now, the effect on Erin was that she felt every muscle from her legs to her pelvis to her abs to her arms, neck, head, facial muscles for smiling, fingerseverything hurt. Ceria had used the [Numb] spell to reduce the pain, but it was also justhard to move.

Her muscles could barely transport her head so Erin could stare outside. Which she did as Lyonette and Mrsha set up a chair and called for Ishkr and Numbtongue to help. Erin stared outsideand saw something else that hurt.

Yvlon Byres had a crutch for her legs. She leaned on it and her one good foot. The other was a stump.

In time, she could get a piece of wood, from a pegleg to something more customized, fitted to her. Learn to walkor buy a magical prosthesis. House El apparently sold some custom-made, and they had sent her a [Message] offering her a 25% discount this morning.

She didnt know if she would need one. But she was one of many people whod lost something. An arm, a legor multiple limbs or just fingers.

Ysara Byres had lost a pinkie. Just the tip of onebut shed stepped out of the tournament, and Zeladona had mostly passed her over. She had lost the half of one finger in a single duel against the [Lieutenant of Perfection], Comois. Despite her talentor rather, because of itshe had gotten away with just that.

Ylawes hadnt lost a digit, but hed been mostly concerned with shielding Infinitypear and Rasktooth, whod quit once they saw how un-fun this battle was. Right now, all three adventurers, plus Ysara and Yvlons own teammates, Pisces and Ksmvr, were lined up in front of her.

She wasnt joining inbecause she had only one foot to balance on. And Yvlon wasnt sure she had, uh, muscles to build in her silver arms.

Was that how it worked? She didnt know, and she felt empty after the raging fury of yesterday, so she just watched.

What she was watching washer friends, adventurers, and dozens of people doing pushups. Yvlon saw Pisces doing press upssweat was furrowed on his brow. Ksmvr wasnt sweating, but he did pant as they got up and began doing lunges down the hill.

I am beginning to become fatigued. Comrade Pisces? How long are we going to do this?

Untilweare in better shape. Muscle training. Magus Grimalkins regime might work.

But I am not a [Duelist]. Lunges are not my specialty.

That does not matter! Lower body strength is fundamental to all fighting! Rest!

Pisces collapsed onto the grass, panting, and Ksmvr fell on top of him. Ysara nearly toppled overeven Ylawes looked winded by Grimalkins training.

They were joined by Drakes, Gnolls, Humans, all flopping on the grass. Theymight not continue this. Or maybe they would? Pisces had been practicing lunges before Grimalkin decided to organize a mass-workout.

They had been motivated by Zeladona, reminded of their complacency or inspired to take up old exercises and routines again.

Well, those who hadnt just been crushed by the trial of blades or who were too wounded to fight again. Yvlon had seen a number of Drakesespecially those from Pallasswho had lost limbs. Shed spoken to some, actually. Showed them her silver arms and seen in their eyes hope for the same.

What a painful feeling. The [Silversteel Armsmistress] was hobbling inside as Grimalkin passed around an experimental healthy smoothie to drink. And despite herselfshe stared up at the window, like everyone else. Yvlon met Erins eyes, and the young woman looked so guilty.

But for what? Some people might blame her for how that <Heroic Quest> had gone. But the [Innkeeper] had been forced into it. It was done, and Yvlonshe slowly entered the common room and sat down.

Hey, Yvlon. Youyou okay?

Only one person could ask her something like that and wince while doing the delivery. Ryoka Griffin looked at Yvlon Byres, and the woman exhaled.

No. Next question, Ryoka?

The Wind Runner opened her mouth, thought for a long second, and gestured at the menu.

Y-you want to have breakfast together?

What were you thinking of having?

Yvlon decided she was hungry and stared at the menu printed on paper and glued to lacquered wood. Ryoka Griffin stared down at the menu. The indecisive, worried Courierlooked at Yvlon, around the inn, and decided this year she had to make a change.

Spiced pottage with cheese and fresh bread sound good for two?

Dead gods. She could decide on breakfast for herself without an existential crisis. They were changing. Yvlon thought about it, and her stomach rumbled.

Sounds good.

Alright. Can I get?

Ryoka looked around, raised a hand, and Peggy hopped over. Yvlon stared at her peg leg as the Hobgoblin gave Yvlon a nod.

Ooh. Yum. You want two? Will get.

She strode over to the kitchen, and Ryoka heard her talking to someone helping out in the morning. Imani cut a loaf of fresh bread as Calescent prepared the pottage, scooping the filling breakfast out of a pot he had simmering.

Perfect! They can try my new bread. I made it with poolish. Tell me if you can taste the difference.

What is poolish?

Yvlon was apprehensive, but Ryoka knew this one.

Fancy bakers dough or something. Thats how you know Imani is a real bread-person.

She shook her head. Actual baking techniques coming over from Earth? What next? Ryoka eyed the menu and saw more cuisine here than just burgers. And her stomach began to rumble the instant she sat the steaming bowls of pottage and the fresh bread, which did indeed taste remarkable with butter.

Eating breakfast might be weird to you after seeing a Level 84 legend carving her name through the worlds zeitgeist. But it was also proof that Ryoka and Yvlon were regulars of The Wandering Inn.

They understood that you should eat, sleep, and do all the things normal people did, even after great events like this. It wouldnt take away from anything, but it would stop you from spiraling.

The Wandering Inn had guests, of course. Loads of em, and arguably, it was more pressed than most days.

The staff did not have Ishkr to take over for them, so the Antinium and Goblins were working hard. Peggy led her species; Rosencrantz led his. They had, in fact, both received new classes thanks to their efforts.

[Floor Boss] and [Adjunct Manager]. Interesting classes. They were not the only people to level up, of course.

Almost every single person Zeladona had cut had leveled up. The exceptions were Grimalkin, whod gotten stabbed for trying to interfere with magic, and Zeter.

Two people had not leveled.

Every single other person had leveled at least once. Even, no

Especially Pisces Jealnet. The [Necromancer] woke up with a new class. One he had heard many, many times before and denied it. He still remembered why, and he would never forget.

But he had also seen Zeladona of legends. He had been reminded by the Maestro why he couldnt forget the lessons, why he still carried around the blade.

Forget Padurn. He was proud of it. Sohe let it happen. And today?

He was no [Fencer]. Nor [Duelist]. Nor even [Fighter]. Something was listening. And if it listed his nature, it would have read like this yesterday:

Pisces Jealnet, Level 38 [Deathbane Necromancer]. Level 3 [Slave]. Level 22 [Mage].

Now?

Pisces Jealnet, Level 38 [Deathbane Necromancer]. Level 14 [Duelist of Wistram]. Level 3 [Slave].

When he raised his arm and stared at his rapier, he still felt the memory of chains. Perhaps they were lighter today. Perhaps he was closer to breaking them for good. Pisces slowly sat back up and got back to exercising. With a will that his friends had seldom seen before.

So yes, the inn was full of conversation and happenings, and because Ishkr was busy helping Erin, everyone else had to pick up the slack. Indeed, that morning, a Gnoll with some obnoxiously flashy sunglasses was sitting at one of the tables with a bunch of paper.

It seemed incredible that Yelroan could generate that much paper already, but the Gnoll hadnt just pulled it out of his butt. Rather, he had a menu, a list of Lyonettes notes on expenses, his personal world-directory for Mages Guilds, a written account of a certain chess tournamenta half-eaten plate of bread, three [Message] scrolls, and a single quill.

Eram I supposed to be helping clean up this place?

He called out to Peggy as she passed by with another order for Relc and Embria. She gave him a blank look.

Is you good at cleaning?

Not particularly.

Peggy eyed the desk.

Then no. What you doing? Are you working for me?

Am I?

The Gnoll wasnt sure about that, but the [Mathematician] was writing with one paw as he picked up the bread and chewed on it. He spoke out of the corner of his mouth.

I, uh, could recommend you drop two coppers off the yellat-dishes. Its really overpriced. But maybe bump up your prices on bread and the pottage combo by one copper coin. Another farms had troubleswheats going to be dearer soon.

Peggy hesitated as he showed her the menuand a list of items hed marked up or down. She scratched at her head.

That is not my job. I cant do. Miss Lyonette can.

Oh, do I talk to her or?

The Gnoll hesitated, aware Lyonette was upstairs. He actually hadnt spoken to her all morning as she was rushing around trying to help Erin. The Gnoll was also wary of Peggy, not really knowing how to talk to a Goblin.

It was, in fact, a girl with braided brown hair who peered over the table and addressed both.

Miss Peggy, why dont you keep serving people the same prices today? Ill show Miss Lyonette the menu later. Shed have to have a [Scribe] re-print all the menus anyways. And I think Erin wanted to give you a room, Mister Yelroan. Along with your bedroom.

Oh, thank you

Nanette.

Peggy walked off, and the girl produced something and carefully placed it on the counter. Yelroan, who had been desperately dipping his quill into the dregs of an inkpot, brightened up.

Ink! I was wondering if you had any

We keep some in pots. If you need more, I can write it on the shopping list for you. Can I help you with anything else, Mister Yelroan?

Of all the people in the entire inn, only Nanette had really remembered Yelroans existence the next morning. The young witch looked at him, and the [Mathematician] smiled gratefully.

I dont think so right nowthank you. I didnt want to be a bother this morning what with

What with the most extraordinary event in a hundred yearsif you forgot the Meeting of Tribes and everything else. But Nanette nodded understandingly.

Someone has to help you get used to the inn. I thought that would be a good task for me. You dont have to work right away.

She was concerned for him, but the blonde Gnoll smiled and adjusted his sunglasses. Relc shouted as he stabbed himself in the mouth.

My eyes! Who the

Yelroan hurriedly decided to replace the annoying sunglasses with a less intrusive pair. He whispered to Nanette as both ducked over their table.

Im used to hitting the ground running, actually. My former boss and tribePlains Eyewould come to me with a huge problem and minutes to solve it. Reminds me of having to organize a Wyvern hunting party.

That might not be a good comparison here.

Nanette observed as she looked around for Mrsha. Yelroan nodded.

Truthful, though. And if its anything like my job thereI assume some independent action might be important. They can tell me to stop, but do you think this is a bad idea? I asked one of the Thronebearers, and they assured me theyd tell Lyonette and to keep doing it.

He showed her what he was doing. Nanette peered at the [Message] scrolls. And what she saw was this.

To His Majesty of Avel:

Your Majesty, the Wandering Inn thanks Avel for its gracious correspondence. Regretfully, Innkeeper Solstice is indisposed and thus cannot respond at this time. This missive will be forwarded to her upon her recovery. Please rest assured your letter will be delivered to her with full confidentiality. Luck and pans be with you,

The Wandering Inn

I added that last bit in because you need some kind of saying. Too silly?

It sounds like Erin. Maybe, luck and Amentus wine pour ever onwards?

Ooh, I like that.

Yelroan amended the [Message] he was writing. Nanette looked concerned as she saw how many [Messages] were coming in.

Can Miss Erin afford to send so many [Messages], Mister Yelroan?

His eyes twinkled.

Dont worry. This might not be mathbut I have had to deal with Mages Guilds. Most [Message] senders will pay or have paid for return messages, and the Mages Guild will eat the costs most of the time. Ill have a Street Runner run variants of the replyone second. [Copy Message].

He began copying the same reply without the names or specifics across multiple slips of parchment. Nanette was delightedand doubly so when she saw what he was writing elsewhere.

To Strategist Inter of Nerrhavias Fallen:

I am writing to you in regards to the tournament proceeds accorded to you during Innkeeper Erin Solstices famous chess tournament. The inn has been slightly delayed in collecting its share of the profits. According to our calculations, 14,442 individuals in Nerrhavias Fallen registered or took part, and we have calculated the below fee.

Please forwards it via the Merchants Guild in Invrisil or Pallass to the care of The Wandering Inn, Liscor. If you believe this number is in error, please ratify the errors via truth spell at a Wistram-certified Mages Guild. They will be happy to administer the test for a small fee, and they have provided the numbers of each participant.

Below is the breakdown of total profits and the inns portion

The cut that Yelroan had proposed was a simple 50-50 split, and it wasconsiderable. Especially if this were just one nation. But Nanette had a question.

What will you do if they dont pay?

Well, I would write them another letter. Then suggest Miss Solstice will take it up with Wistramor remind them who writes the <Quests>. I imagine most will pay, and the ones who dont? If you want to be nasty, Miss Lyonette could hire a [Debt Collector] to get the money for a third of the sum. But realistically, you can probably just write off the ones who dont write back. I imagine most will, especially after yesterday. Again, if Miss Lyonette has a problem

I think shell be delighted.

Finally, someone who kept lists and remembered things! Yelroan actually knew who to talk to, and he could figure things out without being told what to do first.

The inn needed someone like him. AndYelroan had more than just a pretty pair of sunglasses. He was taking notes on who he had sent the requests to, obviously, but he leaned over to Nanette.

I think I was told Miss Lyonette has [Flawless Attempt]? Do you know her cooldowns on that? Because I dont have many negotiating Skills, but if shes not using it, we can run that on all the objectors within the week.

What a monster. A real Salii, and that was meant in the most complimentary and derogatory of ways.

Qwera actually heard Yelroan say that and wished she had been able to make an offer that would convince him to work for her.

But then, perhaps the [Mathematician] had somehow understood this was the place to level his class. After yesterday, not even the Golden Gnoll could beat Erins inn for levelling opportunities or the world stage.

She, herself, wondered if Tesy would be allowed to stay. But she was bidding farewell to one friend and looked Ysara straight in the eyes.

Are you sure you want to go home? You couldbeg being cut by a legendary ghost.

Ysara Byres just shook her head. She turned, and Ylawes pretended to be looking the other way as Vuliel Drae got in the wagon and Infinitypear and Rasktooth petted the horse theyd be sharing.

Its time to at least see them. Will you be here when I get back?

With Tesy in trouble? Count on it. Ill hold my business until you go. FranklyI need to see what Valeterisa is doing. And the inn has so much power with this teleportation doorrun back here if you dont like what you find. Are the Horns going with you?

Later. Yvlon is wounded. Theyll catch up via Pisces undead chariot. But I might as well travel in company. Much as I love my dear sister and her unique teamtheir undead horses are the bumpiest experience in the world.

Off they went. Ysara Byres, like the others, only stopped to say farewell to Erin. She was in her chair, slowly and determinedly feeding herself spoonfuls of food.

You gonna come back?

Two days, Miss Solstice. Two daysand well be back well before the Winter Solstice.

Dawil chuckledand looked perplexed when Erin didnt laugh at the pun. But it was just the beginning of winter, and Ylawes bowed to Erin.

Erinit has been something.

The [Knight] seemed at a loss for words. Falene was still staring at the [Garden of Sanctuary], but Erin smiled.

You come back soon. I promise I wont do anything crazy between now and then, huh?

You are a good liar. We go and have fun.

Rasktooth patted her hand with a big grin, and everyone laughed at that. Then they were off, riding towards House Byres as they used the Riverfarm door. Erin Solstice waved weaklyand an [Emperor] called out.

Erin. A word?

Shut the door. Shut the

Lyonette shut the door in the [Emperor]s face with a significant amount of delight. Erin really felt badbut she had barely enough energy to eat. And she had apparently put down half of Calescents pottage by herself, despite having to pause every few seconds to rest her hand.

Today really was rest, processing, and an end to drama. Ryoka Griffin looked at Laken as the door shut, and even she didnt suggest they add to the situation. But she did look at Erin, and the [Innkeeper] stopped eating long enough to show Ryoka something.

What the f

Ryoka Griffin decided it was gauche to keep swearing. So she ameliorated her language, looked around the Drathian garden, and pushed Erin over a bridge.

Wheewait, I cant stopRyokaaaaaa-

Erin Solstice rolled a good fifty feet in her wheelchair, which might have been greased a bit too well, before Ryoka stopped her. The Wind Runner saved Erin from running into one of the little fox statues.

Sorry.

She had been staring around the garden and realizing Erins Skill was deeper than she thought. And Erin hadnt even shown her the real door yet.

Ive gotta get back to the inn soon, or people will think Im summoning Zeladona 2.0.

Is there a Zeladona 2.0? Please, Erin. Be honest. How many <Quests> do you have burning in your back pocket?

They might only have a few moments, but they had chosen to step out totalk. About many things, including Tyrion.

Tyrionwho, at this moment, Ryoka happened to know was in the Haven, trying to brainstorm ways to apologize to Erin Solstice. Even the man with a rock for a head had realized he might want to get on her good side.

Fat chance of that, perhaps. But Erins own ire had beenpulled by the bloody tournament. To Ryokas question, she chuckled weakly.

Zeladona wasone of the big ones. Really. I didnt speak to her as much, but I made friends with the ones I liked. I doubt I actually have someone of her level I could just do that with. I didnt meet the dude who killed magic.

So you really

Ryoka Griffin was another sort that Erin was glad to have as a friend. Because, despite the Wind Runner gawking at the gardens, despite her understandable chagrin and questions

When Erin told her she had spoken to ghosts, Ryoka, more than anyone else, believed her. Erin was just eying the door leading back to the inn.

Ill tell you everything. But right nowremember those people you met last Winter Solstice? The three of them?

Ryokas grip tightened on Erins wheelchair.

Funny. I was going to bring them up. Youa big fan of theirs?

The [Innkeeper]s hat burned a different color, and Ryoka leaned back as Erin, with great effort, twisted her head and torso around.

Areyou?

Nope! Not at all! Totally enemies. Ive sworn to the Faerie King to kill them. Who exists. Dont do that!

The Wind Runner almost pushed Erin into the koi pond to let her cool off. The [Innkeeper] relaxed slightly.

I dont like them. Ihate them. I am going to kill them. They killed all the ghosts. Ate them up. Theyregods.

Ryoka clarified with a whisper.

Dead gods.

The two young women looked at each other, and in that moment, they realized they had less to say to each other than they had thought. Ryoka let out a sighthen, for some reason, laughed.

Erin raised her brows, for she found nothing about this funny. But she realized Ryoka looked so relieved

If there was anyone I wanted on my side, Erinit would be you! If there was anyone I wanted to know

She sagged on the wheelchair, and Erin patted Ryokas hand.

Sohow did you figure it out? Is that why you know Tyrion so well? I heard you did something with Laken.

Ryoka caught her breath and explained, then, what had happened. In briefbut it tied into their argument, which neither had forgotten.

Tyrion Veltras really did help me, Erin.

I get that. If he steps foot in my inn again, I will burn him. Not him, Ryoka. I will talk to you, and you can let him do good things if you believe in him. But you and I will never see eye-to-eye on that.

The [Innkeeper] would not relent, and Ryoka didnt have the courage to argue. But Erin dropped it. She exhaledand nodded.

The quest is my fault. I didnt know it would do that. If HalracYvlon

You were forced into it.

Erins head was bowed. She looked up once, and Ryoka saw how bleak her face was.

My Skills and my secrets are getting darker, Ryoka. Or justdeeper. Im afraid to post some of the <Quests>. Theyre going to get people killed. But I have to. Dead gods should stay dead. Ill show you my statues and the doordont you dare run before I do. But do you have another Tyrion in your back pocket?

Ryoka Griffin hesitated and hoped like heck Rhisveri had no listening spells or a secret bomb-spell in her mouth. Because just for ErinRyoka leaned over and whispered in her ear.

I met a bunch of immortals in Ailendamus. A Wyrmand I have done terrible things to them, but they might help. I owe the Faerie King a favoror maybe hes got me in some kind of a fated prophecy. There are Angels and Devils tooand a singing Titanand I killed the last Dryad in the world. Im going to see Teriarch, because his alter ego, Eldavin, is still out there. And aliens exist. They gave me this sword.

She showed Erin the hilt of her sword, and the [Innkeeper] looked up.

What.

Its not a Kaalblade. Its actually an alien-tech sword

No, go back first. You lost me at Angels and Devils. What?

It was Erins turn to do the listening, and she patently didnt believe Ryoka at first. She had to see the blueprints of the sword, and Ryoka configured it to let Erin swing around.

You got a lightsaber? I got a wheelchair. You got a

She poked at Ryokas feet since the Faeblade wouldnt hurt either girl once configured, and Ryoka lifted her feet.

I also have unbreakable footwraps. What did you get?

Erin stared at Ryoka.

<Legendary Quest: Kick Ryokas Ass>! I call upon the power of Zeladona to

They were laughing after that, and Ryoka remembered one last thing.

OkayI swore I wouldnt tell anyone, but in the interest of being honest?

Erin squeezed her eyes shut.

Please, Ryoka. Well do more secrets in a secondbut please tell me its not Jexishe.

Who?

Oh, thank goodness. Birds still just a [Liar].

Erin wiped at her brow. Ryoka smiled uncertainly and glanced at the door.

Nah. Just a Unicorn. Hes the one who drank all your booze.

The [Innkeeper]s face went blank. Ryoka went on hurriedly.

I think hes just a nuisance. Honestly, just forget about it, and I think he wont harass anyone. But, uhif I start talking about horses in a positive light? Literally get a crossbow and shoot me.

Erin Solstices head twisted around. She stared at Ryoka as the Wind Runner grinned to show it was a joke. The grin grew smaller as Erin spoke, slowly, still glaring at Ryokas lightsaber and gifts from the lands of the Fae.

Palt and Imani are in a relationship, so its definitely possible. Somehow. You and Imani give me the same vibes.

She looked straight forwards as Ryoka opened her mouth. The [Innkeeper] folded her arms. Pawn wasnt the only one who could dish it out too.

Speaking of revelations, Liscor was not the only place shell-shocked or changing in real-time. The tournament had shown Zeladona, legend, yadda yadda, greatest techniques of the sword, new generation of students, boring.

The real change was this: in Liscor, in Qweras own shop, in Invrisil and across the world, [Merchants] with [Foresight: Commodities], intelligence, or just that sixth sense about business were marking up a price much like Yelroan and the menu in the inn.

That wasneedles and thread.

Good quality ones, too. Curved needles, not just the straight kind. The ones that could penetrate leatherand you needed a certain kind of string as well. For that matter, cloth took on a new importance, as did poultices and Liscors blood bank.

[Healers] had seen the tournament. They looked grim as they practiced sewing orsome of themsimply panicked or quit their class. But the real ones, the ones who were asking questions of the [Doctor], taking notes, were realizing a truth:

The age of simple healing was over. And if you needed it in the future, you had better hope someone had a dwindling supply of healing potionor a Skill. Orwhatever the Antinium had.

In fact, Chaldion was listening to a report from a [Battlefield Medic] on how he thought wars needed to be conducted now.

We will need entire areas to house the wounded. We cannot send them back into battle, not anymore. Even assuming we stop the blood lossthat alone will make a [Soldier] unable to fight or stand.

Damnation. Howhow are we supposed to fight a proper war? Id rather take more archers and reduce wounds if every clash of swords takes out half my battalion!

General Edellein still looked shakenand he was staring at the stumps on his claw. He had been healed with a potionbut Chaldion would have preferred he was still hurt. The Grand Strategist was not happy.

If Zeladona had used her overwhelming powerfools!

That included himself and the idiots in the Walled Cities. He thanked the [Medic], who grimly bowed, and spoke to Edellein.

War will adjust. We may prefer heavier armor or strategies that protect our soldiers from harm. Longer supply lines, more soldiers knowing that we will not have potionslets continue reviewing yesterday.

The disaster, you mean.

General Shirka didnt mince words. She was youngbut she had pulled out of the fighting with her command and largely spared her soldiers the Slayers wrath. She wasnt quite looking at Chaldion, but the Grand Strategist spoke.

He had to shoulder the blame, so he exhaled as his cigar glowed and spoke.

We did what the Walled Cities wanted. Our fair cousins have beenupsetabout the Meeting of Tribes. You could call this diplomacy by blood. Its unfortunate we lost some good officers limbs, much less Comois. Then again, he was not fit to command.

He was a superior lieutenant. With respect, Grand Strategist.

Edellein fumed, and Chaldion gave him a nod.

Even soit was disastrous. At least every soldierand our [Generals]have leveled at least once. I could call that a victoryif the Antinium havent done likewise. Our clash with them cost us more than it cost the Hives. But a lost limb is a lost limb.

He stubbed the cigar out, shaking his head. The Antinium had more Soldiers and Workers, but

General Shirka was looking at Duln, and the Dullahans head resting on the pillow eyed Chaldion. The Grand Strategist folded his arms.

Its unpleasant. I know. Or did you have something else to say?

A hesitantsilence filled the room, unlike what Chaldion was used to. He was about to tell the [Generals] not to be cowards, but they didnt hold their tongues. Edellein, Shirka, Duln, and the other two of Pallass [Generals] looked at each other before Duln spoke.

The Antiniums losses are virtually non-existent, though, Grand Strategist.

Hm? How do you mean? Their Soldiers and Workers still have levels individually. Even with their Unitasis Network, they only share competencies.

Chaldion knew all this, but Dulns look of concern deepened.

I was referring to their limbs, Grand Strategist.

The Drake just gave Duln a blank stare. Slowly, the Dullahan spoke.

They have the ability to regenerate limbs. SlowlybutGrand Strategist?

All of Pallass five [Generals] present saw the old Drakes face slowly growing blanker and blanker. Chaldions eye flicked around the room, and ash fell from the cigar in his claws. He said nothing for a long minute and then raised his eye.

Of course they do. Forgive me, General Duln. That must have slipped my mind. Did you have anything else to add?

He looked around, and a shadow suddenly felt heavier as it hung over him. Chaldion stared blankly at the table. Time

He felt it on his shoulder. A cold claw that not even Saliss could beat back forever. Chaldion didnt raise the cigar to his lips throughout the meeting. He just watched it grow colder.

Good and ill, you see? It was a day that exposed more than just the sheer competency of blades. One of the other great changes upon the Antinium took place that morning.

Senior Guardsman Klbkch, Klbkch the Slayer, Klbkch the Revalantor, Centenium Klbkchhezeim, and Old Man Klb as he was now known by Mrsha the Impudent, stood in his Hive.

He stood in front of the Workers and Soldiers who looked up at him. Many had lost a limb. Some, like Crusader 57, had lost multiple limbs, but true to Dulns statement, the regenerative gel, cilxas, had been shared liberally.

Pawn, Xrn, and a number of Antinium were watching Klbkch as he stood in front of the Antinium. And they gazed at him differently.

They had feared him and then seen his mortality, then moved past him, into a new age. Nowthey looked back, and there he stood. A storyteller, a master of blades.

What was he? No longer Klbkch, killer of Aberrations. No longer the Prognugator who ordered many to their deaths. Klbkch felt it himself, and that was why he stood there.

Klbkch. What are you doing?

Xrns exasperated voice rang out at last, and Klbkch turned. His antennae had not stopped waving as he looked at the wounded Antinium who had participated in the tournament, whom he had gathered together.

I am projecting my pride and satisfaction. My understanding of their wounds and suffering and my experience and willpower as a member of the Hives to lead us forwards. As a True Antinium will understand it.

Pawn, Garry, Belgrade, Yellow Splatters, Silveran, and dozens of Individual Workers and Soldiers exchanged a long look. The [Priest] leaned over and tapped Xrn on the shoulder. Another finger pointed at Klbkch.

Please blast him.

The Small Queen raised her one mandible in a smile.

No, no. He is trying. Klbkch. Try harder.

The Slayer stared at the Small Queen. He pointed at the Antinium. Pawn shook his head with the judges, and Klbkch scratched at his antennae, then stomped off. The Workers and Soldiers milled about as Crusader 57 spoke loudly.

I like our spiritual liege. Ryoka.

You what?

Toni was missing an arm and really upset about it. Crusader 57 rubbed at his wounds.

I heard her during the fighting. I learned a lot of new words. Shes great. You fucking worthless grape-nutted shitheap cunts on a popsicle stick.

Pawn was beginning to develop a headache. Klbkch returned after about five minutes. He placed something in Tonis hands. Everyone peered at it. Klbkch was walking over to the next Antinium when Pawn walked over.

What are you doing?

Klbkch was pouring a sack of little black objects into bowls of wood. He turned to Pawn.

These are acid-flies. Eat these.

He went to pour them into another bowl. Pawn slapped the bag out of Klbkchs hands, and the Slayer stared at the [Priest]. Everyone went silent. Crusader 57 looked happy.

Oooh.

Try again.

Pawn and Klbkch stared at each other, and the taller Slayer with his new body glanced at the bag of acid flies.

That was my personal snack-stash.

He stomped off. It took him thirty minutes to come back, by which time Garry was passing out his latest bread with the aforementioned poolish that he and Imani had made. Everyone was enjoying it when Klbkch began trying to pin something to a Workers chest.

What is that?

Klbkch had a shiny bit of brass and green cloth. He waved it at Pawn.

This is a badge similar to the one the Watch awards [Guards] injured in comb

The [Priest of Wrath and Sky] pointed at Klbkch.

[Holy Hammer].

Klbkch ducked.

The truth was that on this day, everyone was mostly deciding to not rock the Erin boat. Threaten her for a new <Quest>? Did you want to lose a hand?

Even the Maestro had apparently decided he was done testing the inn. But while Symphony had largely vanished, he seemed wary himself of Erins wrath.

Orperhaps he was tweaking her nose. Because the first thing Erin received when she exited the garden with Ryoka was a letter.

It was black vellum, and when she saw the musical note embedded in the white wax, she almost tore it up. But since she was too weak, she made Mrsha crack the letter open for her. The Gnoll pulled out the object inside and held it up in awe.

Give me thatabsolutely no way Mrsha holds on to this.

Ryoka nabbed it from the girl, who gave Ryoka a sinister look. She wrote on a notecard.

Youre not my mom. Give it back or Ill curse you.

She really wanted the card. Ryoka handed it to Erin as she hesitatedthen put Mrsha under one arm.

Oh yeah? I might not bebut Im your crazy aunt! Erin, wheres your well? Im gonna throw Mrsha down there.

She ran about as the Gnoll screamed silentlyand Erin saw Ryoka disappear outside and try to well-dangle Mrsha. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the little Gnoll had friends. Lehra and Gireulashia ended up dangling Ryoka over the well.

As for what Mrsha really, really wantedErin Solstice stared at the card. It was not an apologyor if it were, it was the apology only an [Assassin] would write.

Erin Solstice, [Innkeeper].

This card shalt be redeemed for one performance of Symphony upon request.

50% off.

She was trying to tear it up when Ryoka got back. Then she put it in her mouth and tried to rip it up, but it was too tough for her hands. Probably enchanted.

Nevertheless, the Maestro was somewhat emblematic of the day. Even Archmage Eldavin had decided to take the two [Knights] and Viltach back. He hadnot gotten what he wanted, and while he might enjoy having it out with Magnolia and Ryoka

Even he was realizing that Erin Solstice might bring more consequences than he could handle.

Who, in their right minds, today, would tweak the [Innkeeper]s tail? That person was nervously pacing back and forth as she waited for the door to The Wandering Inn to open.

Miss Tewing? Can I have a quick word?

Drassi turned as Channel 2 of Wistram News Networkthe best, most popular channel, ignore Channel 1assembled behind her.

She was the boss. She was, in fact, the [Honest Reporter] whod become the face of Wistram News Network, more than Sir Relz and Noass, even.

While there were already new stations competing for coverage, while the channels would expand and perhaps her role diminishDrassi had been the first.

Not the first person to take over the newsthat was Sir Relz and Noass. But she was the first person to become synonymous with the news. She wasnt a commentator; she broke new stories.

She had been the one to report on the tournament on the ground. She had uncovered Joseph and put her tail in the fire to deliver the actual happenings.

And she was not Sir Relz or Noass. For proof, look no further than Channel 2s team.

A lot had happened with Drassi that she hadnt told Erin. She had moved to Pallass, suffered an assassination attempt by Nerrhavias Fallen, become a bigwig and perhaps even a poo-bah, and fought with Sir Relz and Noass until shed gotten her own channel and team.

Now she was running things, she was determined to prove she was different. So she had more female Drakes and Gnolls on her teamand she had more non-Drakes than Channel 1 by far.

Her best [Camera Gnoll], for instance, was Kohr, and she even had a Dullahan [Reporter] as well as a Garuda who flew overwatch during football games and could fly to other events. She didnt have an international teamyetbut it was the one Dullahan, a younger man named Theice who spoke to her.

Theice?

He had polished up his bright yellow armor for today, and his hair was combed sideways in a slick look. The [Reporter] spoke up. He was highest-level but for her, already Level 22.

Miss Tewing, I think I should do this interview.

Theice, why in the name of the Ancestors would I let that happen? This is my story. I nearly threw Noass off the 6th Floor for it.

Drassi was nervous and almost glad for the delay getting to Liscor, because this was it. Shed blocked off her time slot, and she had one of her assistants, Mbena, another Gnoll whod reported on the Meeting of Tribes, leading her up to this.

They had fifteen minutes, and this was not the moment. But Theice had been arguing for this all morning and last night. Drassi glowered at him.

He was goodbut ambitious, and as the lone Dullahan in any broadcasting class, he had pushed for more slots of time to report on Dullahan and Balerosian issues. Him wanting to take over this though?

The Dullahan was straightforward in his arguments, which his people liked.

I should report instead of you, Miss Tewing. Or rather, you should recuse yourself. You are Erin Solstices friend.

And?

Drassi felt a twinge in her heart as she fiddled with the microphone that delivered clear sound. So odd how many ideas had come from Wistram, as if they knew how this should look. She had suspicions why, and Selys knew

Drassi didnt like the feeling in the back of her mind. She had talked to Rmi Canada and realized that this thing she had done for fun was deeper than she thought. When she had first run into the studio to argue with Relz and Noass on camerashe hadnt thought she might one day be in the same spot.

If you are interviewing Erin Solstice, you are biased.

I know her. Thats not the same.

How can you be sure youll ask her the right questions and not protect her?

The Drake and Dullahan began arguing as the Channel 2 crew watched them debate fiercely. Drassis tail lashed, and Theice went on.

I should do this. I wrote up the questions with youI have the levels.

Why would I let you do one of the most defining pieces ofof journalism in the history of television?

Drassi snapped, flushed because she didnt quite have an answer to the bias she knew she had for Erin. She narrowed her eyes at Theice, and he had a reply.

Because Im a Dullahan. And if Channel 2if Wistram News Network is more than a Drake-run organization, I should do it.

She opened her mouth, and he hurried on.

You include us and let us do our partsbut thats not the same as having someone besides a Drake in charge. Liscor is a Drake city. Im from Pallass and not a Drake or a Gnoll or a Human. Im impartial, compared to you. Let me ask the questions. If you make one mistakeyoull ruin Erin Solstices interview because people will say you were biased. If I make a mistakeits on me, but it doesnt harm the [Innkeeper].

How long had he been waiting for this? Saving the argument about a Dullahan or a non-Drake taking the lead? Kohr looked ready to kick Theice, and half the crew were lining up for their shot. But the other halfwere watching Drassi.

The Drake took a deep breath and then another. And every instinct in her chest wanted to be the one. Her [Gossip] class

She was a [Reporter] now. More than that? The Drake closed her eyes, and the [Honest Journalist] she had become slowly handed the microphone over.

Im going to lead you inand if Erin objects, Ill take over. Read off the questions, and if you make her mad, so help you Chaldion.

Theice swallowed hardthen began further polishing his armor as the makeup team swirled around him and Drassi began going over the questions. And she was watching Theice. Because Drassi was a Level 34 [Honest Journalist].

No more the [Gossip] who could [Provoke Scandalous Admission]. No more the [Honest Reporter] who had [Projection of Honesty] and [Safety Zone].

She was the [Honest Journalist]and her eyes narrowed as her latest Skill, gained from yesterdays coverage, spoke to her.

[Ears: The Words Unspoken]. Drassi heard Theice not saying the final part.

Theyll replace you if you dont let me take over.

She slowly raised a brow and looked at one of her people, then stepped back as Theice prepared for his big moment. A young Gnoll edged over, and Drassi bent over to have a very quiet [Private Conversation].

But of coursethis was just Drassis life. And she only reported on the news. What interesting things would ever happen to a [Journalist]?

An interview?

Erin Solstices face wasnt the most welcomingand that was before Drassi told her it wouldnt be her doing the interviewing.

Nor did the Drake look happy about it, but she said the same thing as yesterday.

Its time for it, Erin. Its beyond time, really. Everyone wants to knowjust who you are. I asked you yesterday about it, and you told me you were ready. Is this too soon?

The [Innkeeper] looked at Drassi, and she exhaled.

NI meanI cant walk. And I hate interviews and stuff like that. I always get nervous and sweaty, and I stumble over my words and make a huge fool of myself. Do I hafta?

If you were someone who paid attention to language, the prepositions and tenses of what Erin Solstice saidwere fascinating.

You were on television back home? When?

Ironically, Inkar was the one who had studied enough of language to understand what a preposition wasbut she was just observant to begin with.

Erin waved a hand at her.

Chess stuff. Whatddya think? I was also featured in a news article because I was lined up to buy Harry Potter at midnight when the sixth book came out.

Whyou did that too?

Kevin raised a hand to high-five Erin. Joseph muttered under his breath.

Nerds.

Kevin tossed a napkin at him. Ryoka smacked it down and offered Joseph a high five. Theirs was more awkward.

They weredifferent than how theyd been. More relaxed, more confidentbut Erin was still Erin. She knew she should do this, but her tone and her reluctance?

For once, it was Drassi, the kindly Drake, who pushed back. She looked Erin in the eyes, put her claws on her hips, and spoke.

Erin. If youre not ready, I totally get that. AndI have to warn you, Theice is going to be a reporter and ask you hard questions. But if its just reluctanceI get that. Its scary. But many people would die for a chance like yours. To be someone people want to know? Its an honor. You dont have to do itbut it is an honor.

She looked Erin in the face, and the [Innkeeper] didnt flush or stammer. Possibly, she was too tired, but Erin Solstices chin rose, just like a [Lady] had once shown her how to do.

The echoes were there, and Magnolia Reinharts servant, paused in the doorway, saw it. Reynold saw Erin nod to Drassi slowly.

A little lamb saw it. Lyonette, Mrsha, the other Earthers and guests saw Erin push herself away from the table. She managed about an inch, but pointed towards the [Grand Theatre].

I know, Drassi. Im ready. Over there, I think. Well draw the curtain up so we can have some privacy. What am I doing? Just talking?

She looked ready. She had always been somethingfor few people had ever asked Reynolds name. As the [Butler] walked across the inns floor, his magical legs glittering in the light, he was sure he would watch that interviews recording. For nowhe took a seat and waited.

He had a job, and he wanted to be here. Hopefully, hed see most of it.

This is what they saw. As a fuming Orchestra continued on their travels, far and wide, wherever a scrying orbs magic could be reached, Erin Solstices face filled the orb.

Barnethei was eying a very fake-looking badge in the shape of a crossed spoon and fork over too-bright metal.

Ive heard of Runners Guilds, Birdwatchers Association, Ratters Guilds, but seriously? A Gourmets Guild? You do know the bread is free, right?

He ushered someone to a table, rolling his eyes and refusing the request for a full meal. This was as bad as the hungry, hungry Goblin with the big mouth.

Everyone was watching Drassi introduce the Dullahan and [Innkeeper], and it was hard to say which one was more nervous. Barnethei fetched a basket of bread and carried it over as Drassis voice echoed across the Haven.

Sammial was sitting with his father, Jericha, Ullim, and Lord Alman Sanito and his family were watching a familiar face.

A [Lady] was trying to remove her things as she argued with Larracel.

I have foundother accommodations. I dont need the room, thank you. Nor do I need to stay in the Haven during my extended stay.

Lady Pryde began to stride away when she heard Drassi speaking.

Erin Solstice.

The [Lady of Pride] slowed, and there Erin Solstice was.

Cara OSullivan was listening with all her heart. So were Aaron Vanwell, Tom, and at least one Geneva. The Titan, Fraerlings, countless nations who knew her or whose rulers had somehow interacted with Erin were all watching.

Youve seen her playing chess. Youve all heard, Im sure, about her <Quests>. Savvy viewers might remember that Erins inn was attacked in one of the first broadcasts ever shown around the world. Wellits beyond time we asked the [Innkeeper] about herself. Erin is the owner of The Wandering Inn, a building just outside of Liscor. Before I turn you over to Theice, I will just say that Erin was the person who helped me land this job as a [Reporter] on Wistram News Network.

Liska had forgotten the door in watching Erin.A carriage was waiting for Rags, door open.Reynold had spiked her drink.

[Baker of Presents, Gifted Chef Level 34!]

[Skill My Pantry Overflowed With My Deeds obtained!]

[Skill A Magical Gift obtained!]

[Skill Rested, Fed, Appreciated and Paid, My Workers Surpassed Mundanity obtained!]

[Recipe Infused Dough (Scaethen Dough) obtained!]

Some days were like that. Some daysRyoka got a bit snotty as the first thing she heard was about that happening in Liscor.

The Wandering Inn was not above copying Garry. So even Lyonette was slashing some of her prices. And the smell of warm food attracted the imposter Santa.

No, I am not Santa Claus. I am simply rotund. And I have a beard. I am, in fact, a [Gourmet]. And I hope this inn accepts my credentials.

The huffing man brushed at a balding pate as he presented a badge with a crossed spoon and fork over too-bright metal to a confuzzled Ishkr.

The Gourmets Guild? Does that exist?

It does!

The red-faced man had only had bread in the Haven. He could have paid for more, buthe jabbed a finger at the badge.

I can see you havent been certified. In my daywe would give you a spoon if we enjoyed the food! Bronze, Silver, Goldjust like adventurers, you see? Any establishment would hang it up, and those of a discerning palate would come to eat! It was an entire tradition!

So you want free food?

Lyonette looked slightly exasperated as she heard the commotion, but Ishkr stared at the Human man with his rather splendid dressrich purple handkerchief tucked into a formal surcoatand he nudged the [Princess].

I have a table just for you. I believe we can give you a splendid menu, Mister?

Demsleth. Thank you. Someone with sense after all. I can tell you youre at least going to get a Bronze Spoon for common decency.

The [Gourmet] turned out to have an appetite to match his talk. He put away six plates, though he ate at a sedate pace. And while a disappointed Ekirra had to be told he wasnt Santa three timesthe man was chatty, affable, and he seemed to rather enjoy this inn. In fact, he did put some coins down to pay for a glass of red wine, and while he pronounced the bouquet as inferior, the food was quite good.

He liked the poolish-made bread. And a number of people were in the inn, chatting, as Erin blew on her hands after visiting Garry. Mrsha was banging on a table furiously, writing with Gire translating to her.

What white Gnoll? There was a white Gnoll during the Festival of Blades?

Ryoka had just seen a Unicorn. But as it so happened, a rather equine-faced man dining with Magnolia Reinhart and Rags coughed loudly and glared daggers at Ryoka. Then his head moved past Demsleth, and he did a slow double-take. He lifted a cup to his lips and poured his entire drink onto his lap with an open mouth.

Neither Magnolia nor Ryoka noticed at first. Magnolia was nodding at Rags and eying a Drake whod come nervously into the inn with Ferris.

Rafaema kept sniffing the air, but Lyonette assumed she was just hungry and was stiffly serving her a hot poutine as Ferris muttered about the danger. But all three young womenlooked up as Gire exclaimed.

You saw the white Gnoll too, Mrsha? I thought I was hallucinating! Why are thereso many random white Gnolls around here? There was one at the Meeting of Tribes, remember? But that one was different than this one. I remember. They cant all be random Doombearers in hiding, can they?

Yes, Taletevirion. Why was there a white Gnoll at the Trial of Blades, do you think?

Magnolia turned her head, amused as she and Ryoka eyed the silver-haired man. Then they saw he was pouring wine onto his lap. Thenthey followed his line of sight as a crimson Drake halted, staring at someone.

Nothing would do but for a huge man dabbing at his lips to break in conversationally. Like an old teacher or a grandfather deciding to lecture everyone. Slightly defensively.

Well, its an old trope, Miss Gnoll. White Gnolls, you know.

Itis?

Gireulashia turned to Demsleth, and the [Gourmet] chuckled. He put his hands together over his belly and lit a huge cigar that had Palt trotting out of the kitchen in a second.

My, oh my. Have you forgotten all the old stories? Doombearers, you know. White Gnolls cursed or blessed by fate. In the archetypal story, when the white Gnoll appears, they were often the bearer of the artifact a [Hero] needed or a guide or warning sign. Sotheir guise has been adopted from time to time as figures of great portent.

He smoked merrily as Gire and Mrsha looked at each other. Stories? Demsleth was in such a good mood from the food that he was fumbling between a silver and gold spoon already, and if he got half a dozen more dishes and a fine dessert, he might go to platinum, despite the inferior wine.

The old Human man was smilingright up until someone walked over and hissed into his ear.

TeriDemsleth! What are you doing here? You gigantic, fat liar!

Thats hurtful, Taletevirion. I was just having a spot to eat. And people do recognize the old spoon tricker, accreditation.

The old man defended himself, whispering back. It was an old practice he had to admitand he might have founded the Gourmets Guild so he could offer spoons to establishments. They tended to cook their best when they knew they might receive a grade.

But now, Gireulashia and Mrsha had gathered around, much like Workers and Soldiers around Klbkch. In factRosencrantz had hurried over with a top-up for Demsleths glass and a pudding. The old man savored it.

Christmas, eh? Not the same ring to it as Frosetine; that was a day when White Dragons or Frost Dragons would dance through the air and everyone bundled up to watch them. You drank this delightfully hot beverage made with a Yellat and some melted butter in tea, I think.

There was a day like that, old man?

Demsleth frowned at Ekirra, but the Gnoll was sitting on his bum. And with a twinkle in his eyes and a wink across his rosy cheeksthe good-natured [Gourmet] twisted his fingers. And he handed Ekirra a cigar.

Of course there was, young man. And I should warrant this is much the same thing. Kindness in the cold.

The old fellow paused, gazed around, and wrinkled his face up.

What a fine little inn. And if I dont miss my guessdoes this inn have a garden or something?

He looked so nostalgic, and Erin gazed at the man from her wheelchair. It was not he who said it, or herbut the young woman who slowly came over. Ryoka Griffin, barefoot, looked the old man in the eyes. And he saw herand flinched.

Youve been here before.

YouI have?

A look of sudden fear crossed Demsleths face, and he made to rise. To flee. He looked so guilty at being here, lolling in indulgence, that it hurt.

Dont go. Pleasearent you the one Ive come to find?

Rafaema was there, too. Reaching out. She looked at the old man, not as grand as he had been. Portlytiredashamed.

He did not look like Santa Claus, then. For that jolly old man might have the same bodybut he had all the grandeur in the world. Demsleth

Demsleth was a coward. A tired fool. An old man without the magic of Christmas in him.

ImIm sorry. I shouldnt have come. Ive been here?

He was avoiding Magnolias gaze as the [Lady] hesitated, most hurt and most wanting of all. Ressa was pushing her forwards, but the [Lady] turned her head, as if pretending not to see Demsleth for his dignity.

The little Dragon, Rafaema, looked frightened and uncertain. As if the walls of her city were cracked and quaking. Ryokaher hand reached out, and it wavered as Demsleth rose, dropping spoons onto the table and floor, bending to pick them up. Taletevirion stood with a bleak gaze upon the wretched fellow.

It was someone else who interrupted the old man before he could go. She didnt know him. Not wellbut she recognized him.

An [Innkeeper] rolled forwards, pushed by a young witch. Nanette stepped back as Erin thanked her.

Imsorry, Miss Innkeeper. I should be going.

Demsleth was mumbling. But Erin Solstice just bent over in her chair and looked at him.

I remember you. I think weve met before. Though you looked different. Hello, again. Im Erin.

That great and glorious face rose. ThenMrsha thought she remembered him too. When the old man stood, he was tall, and a cloak of faded green swirled around him. Not like the red, jolly fat man, but some figure of old, a winter-swept face creased by lines, tall and augustand terribly humble and pathetic sometimes.

Im afraid I dont remember, Miss. I apologize for the trouble Ive caused.

He bowed slowly, closing his eyes. But he did take Erins hand as she held it out weaklyand though there was no strength in her hands, she captured his hand with her other and didnt let go.

Erin Solstice had learned from Larra the Haven. For all they were different. She looked Demsleth in the eyes.

You dont have to apologize. There was no trouble. Youyou should stay. I think a few people have waited to see you.

I dont have anything to give them. I should have prepared a greeting. Imashamed.

The Dragon mumbled. He stared down at his body, and Erin looked at him.

Her hazel eyes met his mismatched magical stare, and she looked straight at him, as she had seen so many ghosts and statues. And behind his faces seeming, his Dragons body, all that fakenessshe saw him. Erin turned her head, and she saw a female Drake looking at Demsleth with a kind of strange recollection.

As if, perhaps, Onieva too recognized him. So what Erin said was this. She turned to the old man and smiled.

What are you talking about? They came for you. All this long way. We dont have to be perfect, yknow. Look at me.

He gazed down at her immobilized form in the wheelchair. Felt her hands, barely able to clasp, light as a feather around his fingers. Gently, Demsleth raised his other hand.

I thinkmy garden wants to see you again. I think you should stay, Mister Demsleth. My inn will be boring without people like you.

You think this is how I should do it? For the young women who have come so far to find me? I dont have anythingto give them. Not here.

Erin shook her head at the silly old man.

Its not about presents. It was never about that. It was always aboutyou.

It seemed like he only heard her the third time. Thenthe old man turned and looked around the inn.

Visma was sticking a claw in her mouth as she stared at Demsleths old clothing. It wasnt as flashy or regal as many of the [Ladies]. But there was something in how he dressed, like a wanderer from nowhere that made her want to make her dolls look like that. Ekirra was staring, disappointed, at the old man on this Christmas day. And when Demsleths eyes rose

He saw Magnolia Reinhartand one timid glance told him she remembered all the things he forgot. In that secondhe knew that if he walked out that door, he would be more ashamed and pathetic than he had been in the last three months.

So, slowly, the old man looked Erin in the eyes.

Thank you. Miss?

Erin.

He nodded, and the old man slowly sat back down. He looked about and spoke clearly.

I believe Ill stay after all. Taletevirion. Wont you join me?

I was already here. But very wellif you insist.

A younger old man with silver hair slowly sat next to Demsleth, looking as surprised as the Wind Runner and Wall Lady by his decision. But Erin just smiled. And Ekirra piped up.

You two old people smell funny. Why are you smoking? No one smokes here. Not even Palt.

He pointed at the Centaur, staring accusingly at the cigar that had been resting in a bowl as an impromptu ashtray. Taletevirion raised his brows as he picked it up.

Is that so?

He lit it with a flash of green from his fingers. Demsleth eyed Ekirra as Mrsha stared at him, and Visma tooas if they sensed something. Not his nature, but perhaps that he was an old man who might give them things.

Young Gnoll boy. Firstly, cigar-smoking in inns is an established, nay, honorable tradition. SecondIm not old. That is entirely inappropriate to call your elders.

Ekirras mouth opened as he tried to work that out. Klbkch turned his head from the bar where he was refilling his acid fly sack. And he saw Demsleth flick his hand with a look of sudden, merry mischief.

I am Demsleth. And if you are going to complain about my actionsI might as well have a co-conspirator. Here.

He flicked something at the Gnoll boy, who caught it in his paws and stared at a long, beautiful blue, semi-transparentcigar? But the old man flicked another, and Gire caught it.

Have a sugar cigar. Yes, yes, you too, you big child.

Hey! No giving the children cigars!

Erin had seen that last bit. But Demsleth defended himself from the [Innkeeper]. He waggled a finger as Taletevirion rolled his eyes.

Dont worry, Miss Erin. I should have you know that those are just sugar. They smoke a bit, but theres no inhaling or whatnot. See?

Pelt had lit the end of Ekirras cigar, but the boy was licking and chomping at one end. Erin was going to object to the practice of making cigars look cooluntil Demsleth looked around. And he looked happier, in that moment, so she threw up her hands.

Ohfine. I guess if you blow the smoke outsidePalt, go ahead.

Whme? You sure?

Its a special day. Yeah. No one bother my guestsbut I guess we should bring out more snacks. Ishkr?

The Gnoll was coming back with a next course, and Demsleths eyes lit up as Taletevirion murmured.

You have to try the Rxlvn. Theres also a fiery drink that will take you back.

Maybe later.

Ekirra was puffing on his cigar as Visma did the same. Then the children were gathered around Demsleth. Rafaema was trying to edge forwards, but now she was elbowing a bunch of little kids, and they were better at getting attention.

Mister, mister. You knew about white Gnolls? Do you know stories about them? I want to know about white Gnolls, but none of the books in Liscor have them.

It was Ekirra who asked a question that made Mrsha, Gire, and the others look around. Demsleth? He raised his brows.

Of course I do. Perhaps I should tell a fewin thanks for the food. That, too, is a time-honored tradition. Should it be a story about a white Gnoll?

NoDragons!

Rafaema covered Ekirras mouth and burst out. Magnolia slapped her foreheadbut lightly. And she herself was staring at Demsleth with such perplexed happinessRyoka Griffin knew she had done this before. In fact, she might have been the very same girl sitting in front of Demsleth as the old man chuckled.

A story about Dragons? Well, why not? Have you heard of the tale of the Silver Knight against the Army of Snow? A single Dragon-Knight versus a thousand Snow Golems the size of castles.

He flicked his fingers, and againa pair of wings unfolded. Silver shone on the walls of the inn behind him, on the empty [Grand Theatre]s podium, and everyone looked past Demsleth. He held his fingers up to the flames of the fireand his voice rose as he began to speak and conjure images into being. Shadows on the wall, bright as bits of flame. Like memory.

His name was Yderigrisel, and the winter had been bad. So long, in fact, that it had gone on eight straight years without ending. You might think it was the Winter Sprites fault, but the truth was that, in that time, the world was just colder.

The old man was telling a story with the fires in the fireplaces roaring. And he was beginning to smile when Taletevirions eyes caught his. The Dragon looked at the Unicornand his raised brows said quite clearly he was doing nothing wrong.

But then he saw where the Unicorn was looking and stopped a second. For lined up across the inn were three young women.

A Dragon, a Courier, and a [Lady] stared at Demsleth, and he faltered. They had such intensity in their eyes. For there he was, without any great journey. Without a fight to the finish line. Without

The [Innkeeper] was still watching. And because she was there, he was reminded. Of her words. The mans fingers were tight on the glass of winebut before the fragile glass cracked, he put the cup down. Thengently, slowlyhe beckoned.

And three big girls sat next to Gireulashia as the jolly old manwho was sad and magical and hungryand nowsitting with his back to a roaring flame, decided to tell a story. The food kept coming as his voice rose, and he told a story of a brave Silver Dragon, who fought winter all by himself before his kin came to bail the fool out.

Then he sat taller, an old traveller resting his bones against the fire. A silver-haired fox next to him, adding occasional anecdotes. And he felt grander than he had in a long time. Grander than when he had met the Wyrm. For

There he was. More complete in this place than in his cave with gleaming scales. Demsleth, not Eldavin. His eyes shining heliotrope and cerulean as little boys and girls stared up at him. He did not run away. Norhad he slept this entire time.

He had arisen, in hunger and pettiness, yes. But he came here.

To tell them stories.

The Wandering Inn was filled with laughter, songs sung by two old men with white hair and magic who remembered the words, and warmth.

In Liscor, a [Baker] laughed long and loud, and even underground, Santa tip-toed around with his sack of toys, occasionally using it to bludgeon Shield Spiders to death.

But there was more than just one Christmas or one person.

The village of Kemse had seen two unusual groups of visitors of late. The first had just asked for directions. They could have stayedbut there would have been little to offer them, even in exchange for the coins they probably had an abundance of.

It was going to be a dire winter. One of their farms had gone up in flames and another savaged by Garbichugs. The damn things werent even edible, and the village was quiet in the way starvation and desperation sounded.

That wasuntil someone called out.

T-Troll! Noits the Unseen Empire!

By now, the iconic eyes in the pyramid design on the flag were known in the region, such that the distant villagers all came out of their houses, wondering why so many were riding their way.

They were not part of the Unseen Empireand monsters or war were the first thoughts on many minds. Yet it was neither.

Ho there! We heard youd lost two farms to disaster! May we approach? In the name of His Majesty, Laken Godart, and in honor of Christmaswe have been sent from Riverfarm.

A [Cataphract], Beniar, raised a gloved hand as Durene stopped pulling one of the wagons by herself. She had been racing the horses, and the mystified villagers saw they were laden with

Food? Whats this? Is the Unseen Empireselling goods?

The [Paladin] heard this as she worked her shoulders out, and she laughed so mightily it scared some of the children. She was wearing golden armor, and the caravan explained.

The opposite. Weve come to give you a gift.

The [Headswoman] of the village listened incredulously. Even for a made-up holiday and the largesse of an [Emperor], the sights of the packed sacks of grain and cornmeal strained disbelief. But Riverfarm had another reason to think of this.

More than goodwill, showing off, or Lakens own knowledge and respect for the holiday. Far more than any of thatthey remembered something else.

So the wagons that Durene and the horses were pulling were strewn with something odd. Lanterns. In factone of the lanterns was movingand they all shone a different color thanks to a bit of alchemy in the flames. Pink, green, red, yellow

Like faeries, glowing in the middle of winter. Riverfarm?

Once upon a timelast yeara famous Runner came to Riverfarm when we were starving. We didnt forget. Our fields are full enough, despite the flames. Ive heard a score of places were hit by the Drakes. His Majesty has sent this first delivery, and we will be back next week.

Mister Prost shook the villagers hands. Thenafter the official words were done, he embraced the [Headswoman]. For the strength had gone from her arms.

I cantwe cant repay this. Even for a gift.

Prosts own voice broke slightly.

No need. No needit was just like this. Twice, for us. As the snow came tumbling down, someone found my daughters under it all. Thensomeone ran through the snow and cold. Just like this. Here. This is for a lucky girl.

And he had a doll in his arms that his own youngest daughter had asked him to carry here. It had survived an avalanche, Goblins, freezing winter, and the fires. It looked simple and well-loved as Prost carried it onwards. But thatthat was the spirit they were bringing.

Hope, onwards. Ever onwards. And if there were tearsthey werent all on one side. As Erin Solstice had said, magic mattered more when you needed it.

For some, Christmas was just a reason to show off. For every heartfelt, needed gift, you could still accept and cherish the less-vital goodwill.

Khelt was an excellent example of this. The entire nation redecorated, sometimes literally painting their houses different colors, chopping down fir trees, and outdoing themselves in gifts.

For the King of Khelt believed in the [Innkeeper]s idea. And his largesse came into being across Kheltbut more importantly, to all his lands.

The sight of two dozen very scared Centaurs running like spit ahead of Sand at Sea as the warship glided across Chandrar was enough to get news coverage. Not least because the Revenants had decked the boat with wreaths and mistletoeand they had a bounty of gifts. Food, toys, and more.

Bound for Jecrass. The King of Khelt had decided to send a host of treasures to his new lands there, and the people would be the recipients of more than one shipload of Khelts wealth. He had included a number of gifts for Jecrass itself and a new sword for Queen Jecaina and King Raelt.

Such generosity. Such gifts. Christmas was already a thing.

Not because the powerful friends of Erin Solstice vouched for it. Not even the Sariant Lamb conspiracynor even because the [Innkeeper] herself was trying to realize it.

It was going to become a thing because every [Merchant] in the world had underlined the date in their calendars for next year and only bemoaned they had no time to prepare for now. The [Innkeeper] was getting requests for ideas, ornaments, and the sheer opportunity of this holiday

The goodness of Riverfarm, the kind deeds were one thing. Soon, perhaps, someone would make a play about a Christmas miracle. For every miracle that existed, there would be a thousand children expecting presents who didnt really need them.

That was fine. That was finebut there was one truth of Christmas that was already being forgotten, and it was this:

Some people would have no magic. No miracles. For someby accident, because they were trapped in war, because there was no safetythis would be a dark day.

Call it a spoiler to the holiday spirits. Call it reality. It didnt matterand the [Innkeeper], Erin Solstice herself, would ironically be one of the first to admit this truth.

Christmas was the bright coin, the magical silver bell to a cold, dark night. Tears around the Christmas tree could happen. People died on Christmasthe magic was just magic. Never always there. Something that had to be chased, won, sometimes at great effort. Cherished.

And sometimes

It just never came.

Fetohep of Khelts great deedshim riding around on a sleigh, handing out gifts to Jecrass children, patting heads, dressed in the costumewere a sight.

Just like the Bedtime Queen, who had arranged for herself to be pulled on a bedon wheels. It ran into a ditchbut those were funny, noblesse oblige versions of Christmas.

Howeveryou just knew that if Fetohep of Khelt had his moment playing into the holiday, at least one person in this entire world not only thought he was doing it wrong, but he, the Vizir Hecrelunn, could do it better.

The east coast of Chandrar, the Colinfe Sandflats, was one of the places where the King of Destruction had built endless roads, and the region was relatively safe. The last incursions from other nations had been before the King of Destruction emergeda Terandrian colony there still had links back to the continent.

But the kingdoms rose and felland this local province had just lost the Empire of Aiethen. A self-styled empire; small and unable to patrol the roads anymore. It had emerged out of the coup of the former Duchal Kingdom of Neveeth. Failed states with lifespans so short that the [Cartographers] didnt even have time to put their names to paper before they were gone.

Until now. For a new ruler had ascended to the throne, and so far, his reign had been dramatic. There had been twelve assassination attempts. Which was lowconsidering how much he was hated.

The fates of the would-be killers had dissuaded any more. Already, it was said, no [Pirates] would sail within twenty miles of shore. Wealth was pouring back into the larger cities, who had mysteriously reformed their laws and been rid of corruption and crime.

And a number of notable denizens in each city.

Everyone knew who he wasthough his name was not permitted to be spoken. He was simply the Exalted King. Or the Reclaimer of Chandrar.

Vizir Hecrelunn was lying low. For him. He had every expectation of being found out, but he had cast a net-spell, and all the little [Messages] being sent were being caught and vetted by him. Often to their senders chagrin.

What a pitiful world. Yet the crimson lights in the dead Revenants eye-socketscould be festive. They were red.

Red like blood. Red like viscera. Red like the gasses of hell escaping from brimstone pits in the bowels of the earth.

Red was a Christmas-y color. So, because Fetohep was doing it, the Vizir had put on a red coat. It hung low, across his emaciated frame, and when he was floatinghe always flewit drifted down like the clothes upon a corpse at the gallows.

He had refused to put on the red hat with the poofball. Or the beard. But Hecrelunn had decided some elements of the holidays suited him. Like the bells.

They sounded in tolls, like judgment. Deep and hollowringing as he visited every place under his domain and in the region.

Deciding who had beennaughty. Or nice.

It was already dark into the night, and the stars were hidden behind clouds on the coast of Colinfe. The farmsteads along one of the old main roads the King of Destruction had paved were widely spread apart.

Good for farmingvulnerable to raids. Some had suffered of latethese were not technically part of the old kingdoms or empires. They were justliminal. Sometimes, [Tax Collectors] or [Soldiers] came. Other times, [Bandits].

Right now, the cold wind across Chandrar blew the hints of sand and the smell of salt from the sea. It was so colda boy shivered beneath what clothes he had put on, and they had holes. No stitches to keep them closedbut he didnt care.

He stood outside as the moon hid behind a cloud. And he heardthe bells.

The bells tolled. In the distancea figure was hovering in the air. Even from here, the boy could tell it was him.

The Revenant hovered over a series of buildings miles away. But he had conjured a pale green spotlight to fall on him. It hovered overhead as the bells rang in the distance.

He descendedand in the distance, the boy saw the lights of the farmstead go out.

Those were the Xeits. He didnt see muchbut he saw the bright lights in their windows vanish. The boy shivered again as his own homedark, for there was no one to need the light but himrattled with the wind.

He saw the beam of light appear again, and the bells rang in the distance. Thenthe Vizir Hecrelunn rose into the airand vanished.

A thunderclap of sound. He appeared, without deigning to fly, above the next farm on the road. There he hovered, and two crimson lights fixed on the lights within with the intensity of his stare.

He descendedand the lights went out. In fact, many of the buildings nearby were turning off their lanterns, dousing the fires.

It did not matter. The Vizir knew you were there. Andthe boy watched as he plagued the Henns family. He had only a few questions to askand then he would rise upwards again. The Vizir was coming. He had been going to every town and village, so it was said, in the entire region, day after day, night after night.

He wanted to know if you were naughty or nice.

It was close to midnight by the time he reached the last farmstead on the road. The Vizir did not tirebut he might get annoyed. When he descended towards the dark farm, he noticed the fields lay mostly fallow. One was half-tilled, but the barns doors lay ajar. As for the farmhousehe eyed the door, which no longer sat ajar. But he spoke in a ringing voice amplified by magic.

I know you are in there. Ho. Ho. Ho. Come out.

A boy exited the building slowly as Hecrelunn descended until his feet hovered just above the ground. As thousands of boys and girls, children and parents had seen himthe Revenants chin rose. His eyes flashed death.

He lifted a finger, and the boy flinched. For Hecrelunnunlike Fetohepdid not project gentleness or even the attitude that he liked what he saw. The Vizirs voice was enunciated. Harsh.

Do you know why I have come?

Ch-Christmas?

The boy stumbled over the word, but even he had heard about it, even though he hadnt a scrying orb. When the Henns sent over Eitte and Petoil, her father, to check on him with a basket

Hecrelunn nodded.

For formalitys sake, I will ask. Have you beengood or bad this year, little boy? Statistically, it is improbable you have been good this year.

Funny. He had gotten so many answers on one side, not the other. The Vizir had gotten into the spirit, though. He had presents for good boys and girls.

Even a reindeer. The summoned monstrous reindeer may have caused incontinence in a lot of the people it screamed at, so he had canceled the magical spell. But now, Hecrelunn was waiting. This was the last farm in the area.

Well? The Vizir is not made of time. Nor is Santa Claus. He has many children to judge.

At this point, a terrified parental figure or the children would blurt their innocence and beg for their lives. The Vizir waitedbut the boy looked up at him. His clothes didnt fit him; they were big coats with holes in them.

I must have been bad this year, sire.

Indeed? It is good of you to confess. I am told there is a custom for little boys like you.

The Vizir floated forwards. He looked down at the boy, and the mortal child flinched. The Vizir stared at the boythen he looked sideways. The boy closed his eyesand a hand of withered flesh caught his chin. It jerked it up, and the Vizir was not kind.

Where are your parents, boy?

Over there.

The boy pointed, and the Vizir saw nothing living. But thenhe would not. He stared at the four mounds and the one fresh addition to the farm. Then he looked at the boy.

[Bandits]?

A nod. The Vizir floated back.

I had heard there were some in this region. Child. What is your name?

Foire.

The Vizir might not have even heard. He was floating left and right, murmuring spells. When he looked back at the boy, Foire waited for what was coming. What he privately thought he might deserve. But the Vizir

The Vizir looked down at the boy and the farm with eyes that held no surprise. Not for thisnor any love for this day. He spoke.

You will remain there. As a naughty childI must collect your present. I shall return within the hour.

Then he rose into the sky. And the beam of light over his head turned darker. Darkerand his eyes bled red into the night.

Foire stood there, staring after the Vizir as the Revenant flew. Until the Vizir was flying into the distance. And the boy thought

He stared off into the night. Dark lands stretching across the cliffs that led down from the Saltflats he lived in. Darkwithout artificial light after the Vizirs passing. Flat ground where salt gathered in deposits. And out there

His parents killers. The Vizir had gone that way. In the deep night, the boy shivered with cold, but he didnt go inside. It wastwenty minutes, perhaps, when he saw the first glow on the horizon.

A blaze. The boy saw something fall from the skyand a flash. Then he heard, in the distance, crackling lightning, and the trembles of something reached even the house. But all he saw was the light, flaring in the distance.

He stood there as the light grewthen diminished. But like an ember, it did not go out. In the middle of the night, the boy stared until he saw a figure flying back his way.

The Vizir lied. It was closer to dawn when he came back. He was annoyed by the time it took, and the first pre-dawn light was filtering through the sky.

But there the boy still was. He looked up and caught the smell of soot on the Vizirs clothes. Some of the red was tarnished by black, but the Vizir said nothing until he had descended once more.

Boy. What is your name?

Foire, sire.

You have been a detriment this year, I take it. A bad child. Your family was murdered by [Bandits]. You, yourself, cannot even run this farm. You area Level 8 [Farmhand]. A Level 12 [Survivor].

The Vizir appraised him. The boy said nothing. He was afraidbut not of the Vizir as much as the other children. Yet when the Revenant landed and stepped forwards, Foire flinched.

This is your due gift.

The undead [Vizir] had something in his hands. It wasa lump of coal. Still steaming in the frozen air. He placed it in the boys hands, and the child nearly dropped it.

Wh-what is this?

Coal for the unworthy. A practice I findhumorous. Here. Take these. They too may warm your pathetic home.

It had been warm when his family lived. But the boy just saw the Revenant toss more pieces of burntcharcoal to the ground. Some were literal coals; burnt-out embers.

It took me quite some time to gather them and produce these. I meanSanta. Where is my thank-you?

Thank you?

The boy didnt understand. Not untilhe stared at the compacted coal in his hands. He brushed at something amidst the black soot, wondering why the Vizir would bother to find wood

Then he saw a bit of something pale yellow amidst the coal.

Charred bone. The boy almost dropped the coaland saw those red lights fixed on him.

I made the coal from your familys killers. All of them.

What?

The boy stared into the distance, where the glow on the horizon still lingered. He realized thenit was fire.

The [Vizir] stood there, staring down at the boy. No mercy in his gaze. No compassion. He pointed at the coals.

Let that be a memory for you. In the coming days, you may abandon your farm and come to the nearest city or town. You will be fed. You will be given work, a place to sleep. In my kingdom, even the indolent will be clothed and housed. But remember something, boy.

He stepped forwards and bent down. Then the [Vizir] picked up the coal and crushed it into powder in his grip.

This is what happens to the bad children. I swear to you. If you grow into suchsome day, you and I will meet like this. All who trespass will meet this fate. That is also my vow, my promise.

The boy stared at the ashes and then at the [Vizir]. With a sudden intensity in his gaze. As oncea boy had gazed upon glorious Khelta.

Hecrelunn stepped back and began to float into the air. His crimson pinpoints of light for eyes fixed upon Foire like lasersthen he was rising. Rising as smoke rose across the cold Saltflats. The [Vizir] turned to fly offthen remembered. He looked down at the boy.

Merry Christmas.

I dont want a lot for Christmas.

There is just one thing I need.

A gift. For Christmas, I gave you a gift. On the scrying orbs, even late into the night, the damn songs were going. It was likewell, universal.

Anyone could sing. So the Hobgoblin was singing the song late at night in the common room of the inn. Until the little Gnoll girl, grumpy at being woken up, threw something at him.

The Goblin was an exception. One good Goblin. And as soon as he was done, someone else replaced him.

A Minotaur was belting out Blue Christmas in the style of an opera-singer crossed with a warriors dirge. Itit wasnt to everyones tastes, but anyone was allowed to send in recordings or live-broadcasts of their songs.

Frankly, it was good to keep the sleepy group awake. They had missed another inn event, but a smaller one, and because they had been on the road, they had watched it all through the scrying orb anyways.

It had made a long, dull, uneventful journey fun enough to distract Ysara Byres from coming home. Now, they were nearly there.

Two days of travel and the second day of mostly Christmas songs. She was yawning as the Minotaur switched to a new group.

Erthank you to Edorth of the House of Minos for that. Next, I dont think they sent in the name, but we have So Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, by the Singer of Terandria, performed by an a capella group. Great!

A sleepy Gnoll was reading the next person in, like a radioyou didnt even have to see the people, but it was nice.

A half-Elf was conducting a group that might have been Terandrians. They looked mostly Human. But it turned out they were not.

The funny thing about this song was that Cara had needed to edit the very obvious bad word out. So in its place

Rhir rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay;

Remember King Othius was born on Christmas day.

To save us from Demons power when we were gone astray;

Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy.

Ysara rolled her eyes and yawnedbut this group really was good. There were at least a hundred, and they were singing in chorus as the half-Elf copied the Maestro. It sounded like the singers had altered Caras song.

Great. Rhirian propaganda.

But they were singing well, and it was a nice little song. Ysara looked up. It was darkthey were nearly at House Byres, and she hoped she could just get to bed without the first comments about her hair or a little chat.

Then again, Ylawes, riding next to her, kept glancing her way. She wasnt sure if she wanted him to stand up for her, but she was grateful for the Silver Swords and Rasktooth, Infinitypear, and Vuliel Drae. Maybe theyd distract her parents.

They were close to House Byres now, and Ylawes looked up.

I think I can practically see the valley.

No. Oh

Ysara was going to say it was far too dark to make out more than lights from the houses, but she craned her neck and saw a faint light in the distance.

Must be a bonfire. Dead gods, are we going to run around a big one in the town square and drink that egg nog? That sounds disgusting.

I think Father and Mother will get in the spirit, dont you?

Ylawes was smiling at Ysara, and she was trying to smile back. She was biting her lip, about to bring something up.

Likewhat do you think of Onieva? Or tell Ylawes, straight out, that she kissed women and see if he actually was oblivious to that. No, dead gods, hed probably think she meant the formal kiss on each cheek.

It was at the tip of her tongue, bursting out because now she wonderedshe hoped if he might actually listen and look at her. That was when Dawil sniffed the air, and the half-slumbering Dwarf on a pony raised his voice.

Lad. Thats a lot of smoke.

Falene jerked awake in the wagon where she had traded off with Anith. The Jackal Beastkin, on one of the horses, murmured.

[Light Beam]. Whats that?

He shone his staff up aheadand Ylawes and Ysara looked at each other. They were far from the mouth of the valley and silver mines that House Byres owned. If they were seeing lights from up ahead

When the adventurers and Ysara Byres got closer to the House Byres lands, they were no longer half-asleep, but either out of the wagons or riding on their horses, calling outthen shouting.

As they drew closer, it became obvious this was no bonfire. Norwas this a single fire.

[Bandits]! Bandit attack!

The first people came running, seeing Ylawes and pointing down the road. He didnt hesitatehe began galloping as Falene and Dawil shouted for him to come back.

When the [Knight] reached his home, he saw the keep was burning. The entire town was ablaze.

Fire. It was everywhere. Terrified people were trying to douse the blazemost were fleeing. Ylawes didnt see many people trapped within. No one, in fact. But the people were pointing and running from

Figures. They wore all-black clothing, and Ylawes first thought was that they were Symphony. But this group showed none of their features, andthey moved so fast

Stop! Face me!

The [Knight] shouted, and a cluster of figures aiming wands and tossing flaming vials down on the houses looked at him. One lifted a bow and aimed an arrow at himbut the other grabbed his wrist. Shook his headand pointed.

Ylawes turned as they leapt, impossibly fast and far, and stopped thinking of the attackers. His mind went empty.

The keep was ablaze. It was weathered stone, converted into a manor, yes, but it wasshould have been fireproof.

Unless someone literally took bags of holding and so much wood and brush and oil that even the old stone seemed ablaze. Who wouldwho would hate House Byres so much?

Ylawes didnt know, but he ran into the blaze, shouting.

Father! Mother!

He was still in there when Falene, Dawil, and Ysara raced into the town. The [Battlemage] saw the blaze and knew Ylawes was in there.

[Flash Rainstorm]! Dawil! Get him!

Im on it!

The Dwarf went running into the flames. Ysara, covering her face, used a bucket to douse her clothes and ran in. She froze in the chillthen the house was full of flames and smoke.

She didnt get in past the entrance; she saw Dawil and Ylawes carrying a pair of figures out. Only two people had been in the keepthe servants had either been yanked out or knocked unconscious.

No one had been meant to burn alive in there. Even the owners of the keep had been out of it when the fires began. But they had rushed back inside to try and save somethinganything.

Their son emerged with them as the fires consumed the legacy of House Byres. Their armory, their mementosand all that Byres had built over their generations. Ysara saw her parentsand the relief she felt was genuine. But the shadow-clad figures turned and stared with such hatred she whirled.

Thenshe drew her sword faster than she had ever done in her life before. Though she was no [Knight]she slashed an arrow in half. That was more luck than Skill.

[Archers]!

Dawil and Ylawes took cover against the burning keep as House Byres folk shouted and tried to come to the aid of the family. But only one arrow came. Falenes barrier shimmered in the air as the cloaked figures gathered. They watched the burning keepthe [Knight] screaming at them. Then they walked away.

Where are they going?

Dont pursue, lad! Think of your family!

Dawil grabbed Ylawes as Ysara stared. Then she saw more flashes in the distance. And she realized

It wasnt a dozen of them. She looked around and saw flames. Flamesand smoke.

The entire valley is on fire! Theyre collapsing the silver mines!

How many of these enemies of House Byres had come? They were so fastand coordinated. They came to set House Byres ablaze. All of it. They spared the people

But the noble House of Byres burned. The goods, the manorthe branch familys holdings

Someone declared war on us this night.

Ylawes was feeling for his fathers pulse. He felt itfaintlyand Ysara looked around. She felt a chill. The masked figures had stared at her with suchhatred

Only when something touched her face did she look up. Expecting snow. But the pale flakes were just ash. The ashes of Ysara and Ylawes home. It hurt her to see it gone, the husk of the keep. And yetpart of her was relieved.

And this, too, was Christmas. Not every Vampire was there. Some, like the very ones who had uncovered the treachery, had refused to take part and spoken against it. Like Himilt. But Rivel knew.

They knewand regardless of the consequences

House Byres was marked. This was just the beginning.

All this in a few days. All this that very night. Like the rebirth of the person this entire holiday was supposed to be about, in three days, everything seemed to happen.

Goblins on the first day, Riverfarm sending food, a kind [Baker].

Fetohep rode to Jecrass on the second day. The Vizirs burning coals that night.

The news of House Byres broke on the third day. A terrible event for a good House everyone loved. Who would do something like that?

But it wasovershadowed. Overshadowed by one last thing this Christmas. Ironically, it happened before House Byres fully burned down.

Ysara just missed it. If she had been paying attention, she would have seen this:

Rhir rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay;

Remember Queen Coretine was born on Christmas day.

To save us from Demons power when we were gone astray;

Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy.

The song was praising each member of the royal family of the Blighted Kingdom. It was pure propaganda, but the Blighted King himself smiled to see it as he broke the late night to greet the dawn.

His kingdom didnt go for excess, but even they had decided Christmas was worth pursuing in their way. The Earthers liked it.

Commendable song.

High praise, coming from him. The Burnished Court nodded along as he nodded to Nereshal. The chamberlain of the palace smiled wanly.

You are praising the wrong man, Your Majesty. These are citizens. Not state-endorsed.

Oh? Well, find them and commend them. Perhaps they can perform at the capital.

There was something about the cadence of the song that the Blighted Kingdom lacked. It had some beautiful strains of each singer in the huge a capella grouphundreds, in fact. Some town had put this on.

But there was also something in the high-pitched notes, the accompaniment and speed of the song that felt urgent. The Blighted Kingdom liked songs like that with implicittension.

The lyricists had made up the rest of the song too, praising Othius, Coretine, then Nereshal himself in order.

Bethlaham and such were omitted and replaced. Othius tapped his foot as he watched the performance.

They were amazing singers, actually. The chorus was huge, but the best singers by far were at the front. The most photogenic, too.

A half-Giant woman was singing in such a huge, perfect voice that she gave a gravitas to the entire scene. Then there was a young woman with a hat like Richards clasped to her chest next to a young man who looked like he came from Chandrar. Even the conductor, the half-Elf, was singing lightly, her blond hair flashing as she smiled for the camera.

They were reaching the climax of the song when Nereshal, trying to backtrace where the spell was coming from, realized he couldnt figure out where it was. Thenhe felt Othius freeze. For the last verse of the song soundeddifferent.

The voices of the singers began to change ever-so-slightly. And so did their faces. The half-Elf had something wrong with her face.

It wasdripping off the left side of her face. Exposing translucent flesh. Bone and blood and organs covered by magic. A hole for one eye. And her arm turned to magical flesh.

Nno

Othius stared as the half-Elf kept conducting with one hand. Then he looked past herand the singers were changing too.

The Humans, Dwarves, and other species, including Drakes and Gnolls, werealtering. A pair of horns grew from the young Chandrarian man. And his skin turned orange.

General Bazeth of the Demons stood next to the one person whose appearance didnt change as the illusion spells faded.

Flora was singing as the half-Giants voice grew even moreand her skin turned cloudy and shone with a rainbow of colors.

The Death of Chains, Czautha, sang as her eyes flashed with the heart of magic. Azam stood behind her, singing with the Djinni free of their chains.

Demons. Hundreds of Demons! They hadthey were singing this song? This was a trick?

Cut the spell! Cut the spell!

Nereshal was shouting at Wistram, but the [Mages] couldnt. The Death of Magic had disguised her spell and taken over the scrying spells.

It was, in fact, all Silvenias idea. She had begged on literal hands and knees for four hours to have her way.

Just because she thought this would be the funniest way to do it. Nowthe choir of Demons sang, and their voices rose. And there was no more pretend goodwill.

They stood facing the 5th Wall as it came alive. Far, far out of rangebut now, the scrying orb was moving back. And it was showing them.

The Death of Magic, her body ruined by combat, her eyes shining with all the power of the last [Archmage] of this world. The Death of Chains, rising, growing like a maelstrom bound into a single being.

The nightmares of King Othius. But this was not about them. Nor Florashe turned her head. And the camera panned up to afigure, covered by wings.

Czautha was already there, gently reaching into what looked like a giant egg. Until you realized the glorious grey, like a skyburst of faded blue, was actually wings.

A being as large as a house was sitting there. Wings folded about her.

Even among the last threeFlora hadnt believed she was alive. Much less that she would recover. But Silvenia had been working this entire year. And though Czautha had said it was too soon

The wings moved. Bazeth raised his voice as, across Rhir, the people who had been watching the Christmas song froze in horror.

A face peered from beneath the ancient wings, and the voices rose. Nowyou could see more unseen singers.

They were perched on branches of trees without leaves, singingthey had no arms, like Garuda, but their talons clung to the branches, and their wings were flexible. Some were half the size of the average Human when crouched like this; others were larger as they grew.

Harpies.

They sang, their eyes on the unfolding wings. They rose, and a head, humanoid and ancient, rose.

Unlike the other two Deathstheir final member of old was no immortal, even like a half-Elf. She did not sing. But when she beat her wings, the Demons sang their final verse. They chanted it. They screamed it across Rhir.

Hell rest ye merry gentlemen let nothing you dismay;

Remember Serinpotva returned this Christmas day.

To claim her home from foreign powers when it has gone astray;

Oh tidings of comfort and joy. Oh tidings of comfort and joy.

Thenthe Death of Wings raised her head, and when she beat her feathers through the air, Serinpotvas wings rose.

Her scars were legion. She was the oldest of her kind yet living, and she had lost her home. The last Harpies of the world rose, screaming, as she rose higher.

In the name of the Death of Wings!

Czautha cried out, and the Djinni grew. Her body turned to wind and air, and it blew across Rhir. A maelstrom of a Djinni, heralding her lovers return.

Silvenia followed the two into the sky, and lightning raced across Rhirs skies. Like the pounding heartbeat of King Othius. But the two were just following in the wake of the Harpy Queen. She spoke, her voice cracked from long disuse.

[The Winds of Izril Blew Ever Under My Wings]. [I Called A Storm In the Name of the Harpy Queen]. My home, Iltanus, will return to us.

She flew higher, and the Harpies below her flew in a circle as the last of the Harpy Queens took off. Empress of the Skies. Heir to a long-dead empire. But she flew. Even the Djinni and half-Elf could scarcely keep up.

Someone has harnessed the winds. She blows across Izril.

That was all Serinpotva said. Then she was flying higher.

So high that even the walls of the Blighted Kingdom couldnt hit her. The first true rulers of Izril had always been one species. Before the High Passes had looked as they were. She soared higher, and the winds sang around her.

Her wounds were still so deep she could barely fly longbut she had agreed to Silvenias request. For one reason.

Othius the Fourth was in his court where the windows reflected the dawning sky as alarms rang the length of the Blighted Kingdom.

The Deaths of the Demon King had delivered terror this Christmas to their foes. He was clutching at his heart. And though Silvenias magic could not touch himthough he was proof against the shape-changing Djinni and all their tricks

He looked up as something so incredibly high overhead it couldnt be seen passed over him. It passed over the capital city of Paranfer. And as if she knew he was therethe massive shadow blotted out parts of the palace.

[Shadows of Empire: Fear the Sound of My Wings].

Othius scrambled away from the shadow as it crept over the courtyard, and the broadcast flickered out at last. But it didnt matterhe saw the shadow passing over him, and his heart stopped dead in his chest.

An [Empress] passed overhead. And the Blighted Kings heart stopped. He spasmedas Nereshal turnedand screamed for [Healers]. The Blighted King had a heart-attack on the floor as the Death of Wings returned.

But if only it were that simple to kill him.

And there it was. Christmas. It continuedbut those were the greatest events of the holidays. The beginning of winter came in like a storm.

In gloryin horror. In dark deeds and sadness and magic. Kindness to drive away the cold.

Christmas, again. The Wandering Inn was always changing, and the second Christmas theyd celebrated was earlier than the lastbut that was alright.

Soon, things would happen again. It looked to be a cold winter, and the new lands still waited. But for now?

Just once?

As if something were listening or couldnt make up its mindor perhaps because it was listeningor againjust chance

One last little thing happened that didnt make the news. And it was that on the third day, as a little Gnoll girl was hauling a bucket of water out of the well and grumbling about her <Basic Quest>, she stoppedand turned her head.

Then she began howling and running down the hill as an Antinium Worker leapt out of his tower, slid down the roof, and landed on the grass. But Bird was running after Mrsha. He was staring at something as glorious as any bird.

It looked like something out of Pawns stories as the [Priest] stared out the window. As Cade tossed his cube aside and pointed for his motherand a sobbing Pebblesnatch stopped crying into some dough she and Calescent were kneading. The little Goblin turned her head, heard the shoutingand climbed out a window.

She saw it too. It came down out of the skies. A ray of light, shining down upon the grass outside of Liscor. From beyond the cloudsfrom beyond the limits of sight. So high even the [Bird Hunter] could not see where it came from.

Without magic as the [Necromancer] and [Cryomancer] stumbled outside, half-carrying the [Rogue Mage] who stared up, whispering what sounded like a prayer. And out more people came, a disbelieving [Painter] and a [Thief]

Running to the spot where the light encircled the grass. Just a few feet across. Just enough space to capture a sliver of the world. And Erin felt it. As ifthe great fundamental constant of the entire firmament heaved a sigh and said, not in actual words

Oh, very well.

And then everyone was rushing to the place where light met grass. And just like before, it grew brighter without physical intensity. Realer without colorjust a pure patch of something made manifest.

Untilwith a ringing sound that woke everyone from their dreams of levels. With a sigh across Izril

Someone appeared in a blaze of energy. His body glowedthen became solid flesh and blood, and he stumbled, looking around.

Halrac Everam, unharmed and whole, turned as he lowered something in his hands. Just in time for Mrsha to leap on him and his friends and teammates to come flooding out of the inn.

Halrac! Halrac! What happened?

Erin came rolling last of all, shouting, as the [Bowman of Loss] looked about. He felt at himselfand then at the crying Revi and Typhenous, holding onto one arm.

I dontremember. I wasno. I dont remember. I struck that Drake and then?

He put a hand to his head, and Revi punched his arm.

You idiot! You idiot! We thought wed lost you! Even Erin didnt know

They all looked at the [Innkeeper], but she raised her hands in denial, looking as amazed as the rest of them.

I didnt do anything. Honest. ButHalrac. Whats that?

Then they all noticed what was in the mans left hand. And he blinked at it without seeming to know why he was holding it.

It wasone of his arrows. It was just plain steel. Except for a tiny bit at the very tip. It was coated with something that had no color Erin could name. As if Halrac had scraped something onto the tip of it. The Gold-rank Captainthe adventurer gazed at the arrow blankly and then came to the only conclusion he could.

I dont rememberbut I think I stole something.

And that would change everything andwell. There was no other part to that sentence. Ryoka Griffin exchanged a wide-eyed glance with a little lamb in her arms. Numbtongue looked over at Ryoka carrying the Sariant Lamb as he held Reagen in his arms and snorted, looking superior. Nerry spat on the Goblin.

Then. And then

And then they should have been done with it. But Ryoka Griffin felt the winds of Izril trembling with the Death of Wings return. She looked up at those blue skiesand her eyes went round. With disbelief. With horror.

She began shouting. Screaming, as everyone gathered around Halrac.

It cant be. It cant be

They turnedand Erin Solstice looked up. Her own eyes went wideand Mrsha, holding onto Halracs hand, wanted to tell everyone this wasnt her fault. Bird stared up in wonder and aimed a bow upbut even he hesitated.

And Nerry? Nerry stared up and ducked into Ryokas arms. For coming their wayacross Izrilwas a wall of white.

So much snow that the guests of the innall but Ryokabegan running for cover. It came down, a dozen feet of it in places, all at onceand so fast they could see the vapor trails of the sonic boom before it passed across the High Passes.

Snow. But what Ryoka sawwhat she heard on the windswere the voices.

Faster! Faster, ye cunts! Go faster!

Five figures shot through the air along with one green one as they flew. Not Ivolethe. ButRyoka stared up as the Winter Sprites passed overheadthen the sonic boom hit her. Then all the snow in creation. And the Winter Sprites

Had returned. Taletevirion looked up, and his jaw dropped as he saw the snow coming. He saw one blue dot break off and dive at the Wind Runner. He turned his head to Teriarch, who was sitting with a little Dragon at his side and an annoyed [Lady] on the other this dayat the Winter Sprites

Nope. Nope. Thats not newthat doesnt count, and I dont care.

He ran for it. And once more, this winter

The fae came back.

[Magical Innkeeper Level 49!]

[Skill Change Inn: Grand Theatre Inn: The Worlds Eye Theatre!]

Authors Note:

Merry Christmas.

This chapter is, thankfully, not as long as the last two. And I am almost all out of energy. In fact, I realized Ill be going to visit my grandparents the morning after Christmas, so I dont even have more than one day on Christmas to work even if I wanted to.

So Ill begin my break starting now. And I will finish my Volume 1 rewrite, with apologies for missing my deadline, next month. I only have one major chapter to do.

1.13 R, to be exact. It will be a complete, everything-deleted, re-write probably. I would have liked the first draft to be done by 2023, but I got my Christmas arc done for you, and thats what counts.

Im tired. Ive thrown all the energy I had left at this arc. I condensedor maybe just wrote out the entire arc I wanted in three chapters. As I said, Ill be back mid-January. I need some time off to recharge, and I thank you for the understanding and the fact that I can take a break if I need to from writing.

This may be the first Christmas in six years I havent worked? I know I have worked some, and I do go as hard as I can in writing. I have had fun times with the family, but perhaps I will find more time for more than writing. I can remember much of this year in the chapters Ive written. Little else, and perhaps that should change.

But its a shame that Im better at writing than anything else. StillI was happy to have something to point to this year Im proud of. The job is good. Ill figure out the other parts this year. Or next year. I am very pleased by whats been done, though, and I hope you have enjoyed the story this year as well.

Until the next, with the best wishes for the end of this year and 2023. Stay warmor stay cool depending on where you are.

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