Book 9: Chapter 52

Book 9: Chapter 52

Look and see. He blamed her for this, gave her credit for this even if she was not the catalyst. At this point, it was easier to say Erin Solstice did it.

Otherwise, youd simply have to admit the world could be magical, and you had no excuse for not seeking it out. In the same way you talked about heroes and legends before your time as things that were impossible to live up tothe excuse was necessary.

Or was it? How large the world seemed. And, at times, how small.

There she was. Wall Lord Ilvriss stood in his apartments in Salazsar, using a crutch to hold himself upright. And there, standing on his rich carpets, looking down at the parade coming into Salazsar as the city rocked with cheers

was Erin Solstice.

All the staff were peeking at her as they clustered in the hallway. Ilvriss himself was chatting to her with the most normalcy in his tone.

But even he had been surprised when she appeared, for a social call, to check on him. Despite knowing she could do itthere was something intimate about Erin Solstice just appearing before you.

A reminder. Wonders never cease.

Im not the one who does it, Ilvriss. I just use them. Thats witch-stuff. But that was all your dad.

He folded one claw behind his back, wincing as he almost fell on his face, and gripped the crutch more firmly.

Youre sure you didnt play chess with him and say something?

Erin blew out her cheeks.

Ilvriss. I thought he was you, remember? Why is it so hard to imagine that he did it all on his own?

Becausebecause

Because he hadnt expected it. Because he was proud and amazed and embarrassed, and it was easier to say you did it than to process it. Ilvriss ducked his head as Erin stared down.

Old men in war are the scariest thing in the world. Thats what Relc said when he heard about it. He started talking about war storiesI have Menolit, Reynold, Grimalkin, Mirn, and a bunch of people sitting on my beach telling stories and singing. I blame you for this.

Werent you the one who told them what was going on?

Erin turned and ignored the question.

I blame you for it, Ilvriss. Now, are you gonna go down and congratulate your dad or stand up here and tell me how its all my fault?

He turned faintly red under his scales as the staff stared at him and rumors began to circulate like a magical hurricane. There was something about how Ilvriss spoke to Erin that prompted them.

The familiarity, that was it. He had never been as stiff as a rock, but he had always been imperious, your Wall Lord talking down or at people. Erin made him sound like a normal person.

Navine Gemscale had only ever heard him talk like that once before. To her, her familyand to Periss.

She watched her brother covertly and didnt believe he was actually in love with her. Or if he was, it wasnt reciprocal.

So this was the Human. Navine had multiple thoughts, and one of them was that Ilvriss, her brother, was entangled in something big.

The [Innkeeper], Liscor, Zel Shivertailit was impossible to believe Ilvriss was a traitor, but thats how they got you, right? She held back, wondering if, perhaps, it was a coincidence.

No. No, he was speaking to Erin as she pointed below.

That reminds me. Should I bring anything from Salazsar?

Uhgemstones? I dunno, how about I put Lyonette in touch with you? Theres lots of trade going on, and a bunch of [Smiths] want magical gem dust.

Thats hugely valuable information. Can you elaborate?

Nuh. I dont wanna.

Please put Miss Lyonette in touch with me, then. I want to leave soon, though my fathers new position will complicate things.

So youre really coming? Great!

He was leaving soon. For Liscor. During a war and with the New Lands ventures in full swing. Navine couldnt believe it. But it meant something else mattered to Ilvriss more than his city or profits.

She watched as Erin hopped over to the balcony.

I think Im gonna go down for a good look. I want to see Zail up close. Tell you what, Ill race you.

No, Erin. Let me introduce

Too late! Ill cause a huge commotion if you dont go down and be a proud kid right now! See ya!

She vanished, and Ilvriss cursed, then rushed towards the doors. Navine stepped smartly away, and she wondered how someone like that could be a traitor. Much less to Drake-kind.

No, she didnt think he was a conspirator with the north. Navine tip-toed back to Helessia, her mothers rooms, and reported to her.

That was definitely the Human.

And did he seem smitten? Off-guard?

Navine thought about the question. Helessia was lying abed, but she was being sat up by two helpers, and she was going down to see Zail herself. But Ilvriss demanded attention

Helessia was looking better than usual. The news from the fantastic victory against Fissival had invigorated her, though all she had said was how idiotic Zail was that a war was getting him out of the apartments. But that was how you could tell she was feeling bettershe had complained for four days straight leading up to the battle, then the moment she heard about the Fissival army surrendering. During that time, she and Navine had also been doing an investigation they had sweated over. Ilvriss sister spoke quietly.

Ilvriss was off-guard, certainly. But he just seemednormal. And if he was paranoid, he wouldnt be speaking in the open.

Then its Pallass if anyone. Or hes working against Pallass. I just cannot think he was actually conspiring with the Goblin Lord.

Nor I. Maybe he doesnt know?

Helessia raised her brows.

Navine. He knows. And if hes leaving for Liscor, we may have to figure out more either behind his back while we have free rein or whenever he goes. Why does he have a dead Pallassian Wing Commander as a bodyguard?

Asrira Shieldscale, or rather, Osthia Blackwing. She was Pallassian nobility, even though they counted it less. Niece to Thrissiam Blackwing, a Pallassian [General] who had perished during Pallass battle against the Goblin Lord.

How had she come into Ilvriss employment? Navine was burning to know, but caution made her and her mother observe. Ilvriss had always been ideologically opposed to Navine and her mothers stance on reconciliation with the north. So had Zail.

What a mess the family was in now that Zail was actively taking a role in Salazsarian decisions. What a messbut it was not all bad. Even Navine had felt a surge of pride when she had watched the scrying orb.

Old men with levels.

The parade entering the City of Gems was twice as large as usual because of the unexpected nature of it. And Salazsar was a Walled City. They knew how to throw a military parade.

Erin Solstice reappeared on the street, surprising the heck out of a few people, but largely unnoticed. She passed through members of the crowd towards the front.

She was not the only clandestine observer. There were dozens of scrying orbs, not just recording, but showcasing reactions.

That was the big trend of the day. People reacting to stuff. Giving commentary. [Strategists] loved to tell you what the Scintillation Counter was and why Fissival were idiots for not obviously anticipating that Zail would come out of retirement and use the exceptionally difficult and risky technique.

But that was overshadowed by the transformation some of the older Wall Lords and senior Drakes had undertaken. The person of this hour was not just Zail Gemscale, though he came into the city raising a sword overhead to raucous cheers.

Erin Solstice was more interested in someone else. She narrowed her eyes, looking around.

Which one is it? Whichah. There you are.

She saw him riding in slowly, and at first, he looked like he was barely able to sit upright. They must have put him on the horse; there was no way he could sit properly, let alone hold the reins. But as he entered the main thoroughfare through one of the gates of Salazsar, Wall Lord Eschowar sat taller and suddenly, with sure confidence.

Erin Solstice saw his scales were pale yellow, or had been. They looked like dust now, and unlike Chaldion, he hadnt withered and shrunk in height. Eschowar was a big Drake who had justslowed. Slowed until he shook, unable to properly grasp objects.

But those eyes of his did shine with a pale blue color, like skies before thunder. Apt, for the [Fulminous Lord of Cabochon]cabochon was a type of cut stone before it was sethad once been a master of lightning.

Once? That implied that he had lost it. Certainly, he had retired and sat unneeded by his city until he came out of retirement with Zail. But the world had conspired to reward him for his return, and it was he that Erin focused on.

She saw his lips move, and the Wall Lord wearing the Rubirel armorsave for the helmwhispered the name of his new Skill.

[Recaptured Sublimity].

And he changed in every detail but his actual appearance. A hush swept before him as the Wall Lord sat straight on his horse and captured the reins. The nervous animal danced forwards, then began to trot as he sat tall, at ease on his horse, inspecting his strong limbs

The cheering grew louder, and a floating scrying orb showed a beaming Drake raising a cup in his old mentors direction.

Wall Lord Aldonss. Erin Solstices eyes narrowed as she saw the familiar leader of Manus toasting Wall Lord Eschowar and honoring his mentor.

It would be so easy to dismiss Eschowar and the others as putting on a show, or downplay what this meant. But Erin Solstice had heard Eschowars new Skill. And she was more aware of what it meant.

Klbkch the Slayer would flip if he realized who had benefited from the Skill he had created. But hed flip twice if he realized that Wall Lord Eschowar, within a day of gaining his Skill, was doing more with it than Klbkch had ever thought to do.

Erin crept closer in the crowd, passing through people. Administrator Alrric, watching the parade, nearly dropped the ice-cream cone he was bringing to his daughter and wife as he saw Erin appear out of someones chest.

Look. Listen. Erins eyes narrowed as she heard Aldonss shouting and Eschowar talking over the roar of the crowd.

Lord Eschowar! Are you going to be visiting Manus? The Dragonspeaker would love to host you! Your comrades, too!

The Drake replied drily.

I can only do this for a few minutes. Were retired, Aldonss. Look to your own mentors if you want inspiration.

Sir, The Last Defenders of the Wall have captured our imagination!

That was Zails idea, not mine. You should be more concerned that we want to settle things with Manus after Fissival.

S-sir? Good joke!

Lord Eschowar smiled, and now, Erin Solstice swore she could see his aura hanging in the air around him as he rode past her. She was too far away, and the [Worlds Eye Theatre] didnt allow her to smell or feel auras. But she definitely saw the sparks racing down the horses flanks and the crackle every time Eschowar talked.

His aura was at full strength. He was in complete command of his body, but more than thatthe Drakes eyes flickered to Aldonss, then the side.

Im more interested in strategic reports. If you want to do your mentor a favor, copy over everything of note in the last two years. I couldnt keep up due to exhaustion. Now, I might have prescient insights. I hope this Skill works more than once per day. We should be more active in Salazsar, Zail.

He turned sideways, and the Wall Lord walking with sword raised was scanning the crowd for his son. Zail turned.

What? Why? Were the last defenders of the wall.

Eschowar leaned over as Erin walked left, listening to him speak.

Defense when they come to the walls is a bad idea. You know that. Salazsar needs must move with the times, and the New Lands are a wave thats kept everyone off-guard. With deference to Ilvriss, he never knew the Scintillation Counter. We may be old, but we have a different mentality to the modern generation. If we can shore up the gaps, now is the time to put everything we have left into it. Especially you and I. Hows the back? Tail?

I cant even feel it hurting. I think I could go a few rounds on the practice courts again.

Zail seemed greatly pleased. Eschowar smiled. Then he turned in his saddle.

Dont overstretch. Were buying our glory days. I feelclear. Clear and sharper than I have in the last sixty years. This isnt just my return to form. This is a return to my peak. What a dangerous Skill. Insight tells me the first person to buy the goodwill of is Erin Solstice. If she can walk in Salazsar without anyone noticingwould you care to attend a Security Council of Manus, Miss Solstice? They should respect your feedback more than mine in this hour.

Then he turned his head and stared at Erin. She froze, tried to back up, and nearly fell off the dais.

It wasnt as if shed been subtle at the near-front of the crowd, creeping along while passing through people. But Zail hadnt even noticed. He whirled, and Eschowar winked.

Uhuhhi! I was just

I am sure you were. On behalf of Salazsar, welcome to the City of Gems!

The Drake swung himself off the horse, landed on two feet, and then, to Erin Solstices horror, bowed deeply.

Every scrying orb in the city instantly fixed on her, and the crowd drew back. Erin waved her hands, but it was too late. Eschowar winked, then raised his voice.

We have an honored guest! Why dont you join us, Miss Solstice? Zail, move over.

Dead gods save me from the schemes. Waitare you the one who gave my son the chess board?

Zails scowl became considering, and Erin panicked as she was brought into the parade. She almost vanished on the spot, but that might be worse.

The old man had got her! Another Drake appeared and sheathed his blade.

You dont want me to cut the Skill off? Shes got death right behind her.

Major Khorpe looked disappointed. Zail groaned.

Khorpe, please stop. You didnt get a Skill that helped with?

Dont need one. I remembered how to dodge.

The Drake spoke more confidently than before. Eschowar raised a claw, and a parasol of lightning shot down, crackled around his claw, and he held it up as Ilvriss came running and saw an embarrassed Erin being escorted by the parade.

Wall Lord Eschowar. Erin glanced up at him and realized her fears or suspicions were confirmed.

Klbkch had never thought of this. Wall Lord Eschowar was at his utmost sharpness both mentally and physically. In fact, she guessed he was taking full advantage of his power to maximize his ability to think.

And he was higher-level than Klbkch. Whether or not he was stronger than the Slayer in his heyday, his level was higher. Klbkch had never considered using the mental powers of [Recaptured Sublimity].

Wellmaybe he had done it and that was as smart as hed ever been. But Eschowar was giving Erin full Chaldion vibes. She wondered who he had been.

Dead gods. He looks like the same Drake that taught you how to throw lightning bolts. I remember Wall Lord Eschowars storm offensive. He sent Weatherfur packing in the only weather war theyve ever lost when they took the side of Terandrias war. Does anyone else remember it?

Half the Security Council were on their feet, and Dragonspeaker Luciva realized not all of them were old enough to even remember that.

Even Wall Lord Aldonss, who had been taught by Eschowar, looked dumbstruck at his return to form. The only two members of the council not present were Lulv and Rafaema.

Makhir was staring at Erin Solstice, but he broke away long enough to growl.

Are we idiots? Eschowars presence makes me think were damn idiots.

What do you mean, Makhir?

Aldonss took mild offense to the only Gnoll member of the Council voicing a comment he thought might be against his mentor. But the [Hunt Commander] just shook his head.

Why did we allow him to retire? No, why did we not bring back our own veterans? I know we work till we drop in some areas, butlook at him. I heard Eschowar was one of the pivotal figures in Salazsars decision-making for decades. And we just let him sit and forgot all about him?

He was agitated, and the Security Council nodded. Look at that. Even if it had been Skills that enabled Eschowars return to form for a while

How could they have forgotten the potential? These older Drakesnone of their classes had left them.

We should take a census. Not just in Salazsar. If any Walled City or Drake city has underutilized talent

They began making plans instantly, and Luciva lowered her head. She looked at the empty seat.

I know someone whod tell us we were fools for thinking age mattered.

Everyone turned and regarded the empty chair where their Dragon usually was. A newcomer to their number, General Williv, nodded, deadpan.

Spearmaster Lulv would be cursing us all out. An incisive mind, that Gnoll.

Luciva turned to stare at the General, and he gave her a grin. Dead gods, he was a jokester. She groaned internally, but then looked at the beaming Drakes.

They had taken even Erin Solstice off-guard. That was a statement enough in itself. The flustered [Innkeeper] on the scrying orb, Eschowar, Zail

Why didnt they keep leading their cities?

All these recriminations, regrets, bright ideasone person in Pallass had a different take on why they werent leading the world still.

Three main reasons. Exhaustion. You think they wanted to have to lead every army, make decisions, and take the heat for it for another three decades? They get tired. Or hurt. Zail is a perfect example of that. He might have been a Swordmaster of Salazsar, but he became a liability and lost a step. That would have gotten him killed. He was fighting a battle where he had the drop on the enemy. They know theyre risking their lives.

Grand Strategist Chaldion was smoking a storm as he stared at Eschowars image. He didnt like the recent revelations at all. It felt like it was pushing himand not just because Eschowar was a proper snake.

That was a high compliment from Chaldion. He went on, agitated, as he ranted to Duln and Shirka. He didnt like how the map was redrawing itself so fast.

Especially around the Winter Solstice. What was Erin doing? Letting herself get pushed around by Eschowar? She was better than that! She hadnt let him bully her, and now she was folding when the lord of lightning shot a few sparks?

Ridiculous.

Whats the second reason, Grand Strategist?

Duln was observing like the other leaders of their cities, but he was listening to his old leader, who had never retired. Chaldion growled.

Culture. And the ambitions of those below. If that lot stayed in charge, theyd stifle their descendants and subordinates. The other half is that we do think once you get grey scales or grey hairyou should be in someone elses care. Thats the stupid part. Mind youtheres a need for it. You know why it wasnt Manus that pulled out some old legends?

Because theyre still in the security council?

Chaldion snorted.

No. Because theyre dead. Salazsar makes sure you have someone minding you. Oteslias the only other Walled City with a population thats

He snapped his claws, looking for a word as it escaped him.

Aged?

Duln suggested. Chaldion glared.

Vintage. Frankly, even if we searched, wed find a handful in any good condition. Pallass, Manus, Zeres, and Fissival dont have the same attitude towards taking care of their elders. If the family forgetswho checks to make sure theyve gotten enough to eat? We have to correct it. Ram it through the Assembly of Crafts and then go back in time three centuries and fix it!

He began throwing his ashtray and spare cigars across the room in frustration. The things he had observed with age were becoming actual failings of his city. Duln leaned aside as a few of the younger [Strategists] ducked.

So Oteslia has a march on us. We have you. Whats the third reason, Grand Strategist?

Shirka was largely unmoved by his tantrum. Chaldion paused, then hesitated. He stared at Eschowars face and gave voice to the third reason, which was too honest for him, but had to be said. The truth

The third reason is that perhaps they retired and quit becausethey shouldnt have been in charge. You think thats a spotless Drake over there? What do you see?

He jabbed his cigar at the glowing [Fulminous Lord]. All Chaldion saw was a stain. It clung to him and every Drake who had made it. The Grand Strategists gemstone eye glittered almost as dangerously as his living eye.

The worst thing for us is having them come back and take control. Especially them. Theyve tasted dust and disrespect for decades. Now? Theyre not going to sit back and be ignored. Go read a history book and recall why Eschowars retirement was cheered in the Assembly of Crafts. There was a time when that Drake was holding Manus by a leash and taking aim at the north and other continents. He nearly dragged us into a full-scale war that would have let the Antinium sweep over us when they arrived. The House of Minos had to march on us before he decided to retire.

Shirka and Duln looked at Chaldion. The Drake lookednervous. He growled as he pushed back from the table.

Lets go to the damn inn. Someone grab Erin Solstice out of her theatre.

Chaldion was unkind to call Erin hapless in the face of Lord Eschowar. He had her on the ropes when he found her out and got her pretty good.

She got most of Salazsar back when Wall Lady Calistoca and the other Walled Families, old and young, came to greet the older Drakes.

The Last Defenders of the Wall. A formal title honoring your service to the city. Wall Lords, esteemed elders of Salazsar, we salute your courage. I believe I am the first to say that age is a meaningless number.

Calistoca looked invigorated herself. She seemed to be picturing a newfound authority based on her age, rather than it being a detracting figure. The younger Drakes looked very unhappy, sensing, perhaps, that they were now going to be challenged on their monopoly on authority.

Where before they could push an older Drake to the side with age as an excuse, if they tried that now, theyd get a shiv to the shin. The Last Defenders of the Wall was going to be an official title.

Worse? Still worse? Old people knew each other. And they would happily gang up and stop fighting amongst themselves to get their way over a younger generation.

They had learned how to work together if need be. Age and treachery was going to suck.

Erin Solstice saw it all as the Wall Lady turned to her.

Erin Solstice, you are a welcome, famed guest to the City of Gems. In person or as anapparition? May we have a few words?

The scrying orbs were on her. And the Drakes were eager to get Erins comments. The [Innkeeper] was already a guest of Eschowar.

Erin gave Calistoca a happy smile that set Khorpes [Advanced Dangersense] off. He performed an evasive dodge straight out of frame as she replied.

Thank you for inviting and noticing me, Wall Lord Eschowar, Wall Lord Zail, Wall Lady Calistoca, andeveryone else. Your city is magnificent, and I just had to see it. Yknow, I only know Pallass, but the City of Gems is just as impressive as I hoped.

Mighty in war and economy. Perhaps you should consider a partnership with the City of Gems. Your famed door might not reach us yet, but there is a will and a way for our allies.

Calistoca smiled smugly. Erin beamed.

Absolutely. And I know Salazsar is a fine allyits the only Walled City besides Oteslia that sent a proper army to fight for the Gnolls.

A few Drakes puffed up even more at that public acknowledgement, despite Ilvriss glare because theyd just censured him over that. Calistoca smiled, but Eschowar looked nervous. He tried to nudge, silence Erin, or do something, but she was a projection without a body, and Skills just bounced off the Level 49 [Innkeeper].

We are both the youngest Walled City and old enough to honor every vow. Salazsar is forwards-thinking to both Liscor and the times, Miss Solstice.

Calistoca was preening. Erin, straight-faced, gave her a nod.

I know. Thats why I was delighted to know that the City of Gems was going to help fund the Gnolls recovery efforts. There are Silverfangs in Liscor, and a munificent city that remembers its old friends would do nothing less.

She enjoyed Calistocas face freezing over, and Erins happy smile really was happy. The older Wall Lady tried to come up with a suitable dodge as all the cameras slowly focused on her, but then someone put a metaphorical knife in her back.

Innkeeper Erin is being a bit too forward, I think. Its too soon to publicly declare any action without ratified treaties to prove intent. Salazsar is a city that honors the written wordyou can refer to that.

Wall Lord Ilvriss spoke up, and Calistoca smiled in relief. Zail gave his son a warning stare, but Ilvriss went on smoothly.

Miss Solstice was just visiting the city to get a tentative treaty to the Walled Families. Any signatures would need to precede the announcement, or we would make a fool out of ourselves. I, myself, have already actually pledged to contribute House Gemscales mining taxes to the Gnollish recovery efforts.

You low-born salamander. Every member of the Walled Families turned to stare at Ilvriss, and he gave them a polite smile and even a slight bow that was the largest middle-finger Erin had ever seen in her life. He really did hold a grudge over the censuring. She beamedright up until Lord Eschowar chuckled.

It seems we must all adjourn to the meeting rooms. Miss Solstice, you are a welcome guest twice over! We shall be back once we finish talking.

Thats so great! Waitme?

Erin had gotten Salazsar back, but they grabbed her foot on the way down. Eschowar gave her a bland look.

We could not do without proper representation. From the Gnollish Chieftains, obviously, but you would want to make sure everything is going smoothly. May we plan on three meetings, Wall Lady Calistoca? Well need to establish old titles and reorganize the meetingthen hear proposals before debating. Miss Solstice, please, this way.

N-no

Erin tried to vanish, but she was trapped. She tried to runand Krshia, Elirr, and several Gnolls who wanted gold more than they cared about Erins boredom actually appeared and pushed her back into frame.

And Ilvriss just laughed.

The City of Gems. Nothing gave Ilvriss more satisfaction than someone coming here and seeing it.

Even if Erin wasnt thereshe could at least see. And arguably, it was more fun for her to sit in her inn than stand in the admittedly freezing temperatures high on a tower with the wind blowing through enchanted clothing.

If anything, she was obnoxiously snug. She had a huge blanket on her shoulders, and she had a chair. She was wrapped up like a sausage, and the only gap was for a hand to slowly reach out and eat from a bowl of chips.

Crunch. Crunch.

It was the same trick shed pulled on the Walled Families when they made her sit in their meetings. Huge bowl of obnoxious snacks. Unfortunately, the Drakes had retaliated by pulling out their food, and they were already sitting in padded chairs. Did she think they would sit in some stuffy room with hard-backed chairs?

Theyd convened in a massage parlor, once.

Despite being tricked, her eyes were alight as she stared down as he pointed out the mines and parts of his city.

Thats the Element of Brass concert hall. Designed by a metal-Dragon in the past. I can show you it up close, but we have the Adamantium minesthere. Our own library is thereand therethose are the largest two, and the Museum of Rainbows is there.

Oooh. Why rainbows?

All the gemstones.

Erin leaned forwards, agog as he pointed down at the snow falling over his city.

Oh! I think I see lights coming out the windows. Oooh, ooohIm gonna throw up. Its so high!

She stared down at the vertigo-inducing drop over the edge of the tower balcony. Even though she knew it was her Skill and she was safe on solid groundit was terrifying.

Is it? I suppose you get used to the heights.

Ilvriss had virtually no acrophobia, having grown up here. He looked down at the thousand sights that made up Salazsar. And that was just the tourist stuff you pointed to to impress. He could descend into the streets that were made of generations of work, carved out of the mountain in different styles and to different purposes, and explore for days on end.

He loved this place.

That was why it was going to be so hard to leave. Erin noticed Ilvriss sad smile and turned to him.

Are you really coming to Liscor?

His head rose slowly.

Past it. Ill have to discuss the particulars with you. But I have an inherently risky venturethat I must undergo.

He had been given the task, no, the knowledge from her own mouth. Just a different person behind that face.

Erin stared at Ilvriss, and there was a shadow of Sserys look in her, even now. Perhaps he just imagined it. But she nodded and put the bowl of chips aside.

I cant wait for you to get here, Ilvriss. And if you need backupIve got you.

She flexed one arm.

See? Look at these guns. Ive got muscle again! Im gonna punch whoever gets in your way! Hah! Ow, my back.

She clutched at her back that hurt from sitting for three hours. She wasnt completely healed, but she at least had muscle to flex.

Even if there was debatably less flex in that arm than a stick of gum. It was Erins way of trying to be reassuring, and Ilvriss smiled.

Ill hold you to that. Perhaps you could help talk to my father. Leaving will betricky.

There was so much to do, but he was going. Erin sat up and nodded, and Ilvriss sighed. His breath spiraled into the air. So many things to do, and there was only one of him.

Now there was a Zail and an Ilvriss. One to guard the City of Gems, the other to leave?

If only it was that easy.

The best parts of Zail returning to form was meeting Erin in person. It was seeing Fissival get their tails kicked in.

The worst part of his father returning was that his father had come back. If not to Eschowars amazing level, he was strutting about without his cane, indicating a strength Skill. More than thatIlvriss had seldom seen such a recovery of vitality in a few days.

It was more than just levels; it was willpower, purpose.

Ilvriss was glad, inspired by the older Drakes showing everyone how it was done. House Gemscale was stronger, Zail looked better, and they came to reinforce Izril at a time when every claw might be needed against great foes.

He wasnt bothered by it at all. As proof of that, Ilvriss had to spend thirty minutes in the bathroom as his father made his way up to House Gemscales apartments. Then the toilet clogged.

Bathroom issues were not something Drakes usually spoke of. Not once in the year hed known Erin had Ilvriss mentioned her outhouses except to ask where they were. Today, of all dayshe put his face in his claws and then realized he should have washed his damn hands first.

Heeeeey, Ilvriss? Your dads here. You out yet?

Erin couldnt knock on the door, or her hand would pass through, so she just made a knocking sound on her end. Ilvriss shouted back as he cursed and searched around the bathroom.

Just a second!

He was not going to walk out there and tell Zail to his face that he had a clogged toilet and the staff needed to get in there. It was true that his family did have staff, but they were staff as opposed to servants.

A distinction that had very little weight outside of the terminology, he was aware. But Ilvriss refused to tell them to clean the toilet. He had to have standards.

Plunger. Plunger. Wheres the damn plunger? This is why acid actually

An acid jar would be salvation at this point. Hed dump it in there, and damn the sewers and pipes. Then again, Ilvriss could just imagine every apartment below him complaining of busted and leaking sewage lines.

He finally found a plunger and stared at it. Yes, Drakes had plungers. Not rubber ones, but a kind of wooden contraption, a sealed cylinder that you pushed down to pump air through with a handle. Fancy apartments had a magical one.

The Aeromancers Push, a Fissival-made product. Ancestors.

He hadnt had this issue in years. Ilvriss had to remember how to insert it into turgid water, and he closed his eyes a second.

Today? Today?

Then he tried to make the damn thing work. Here was the thing about Drake bathrooms. They had actual bathrooms, rather than holes that led straight into septic tanks. Even in a lot of Human cities you still had literal outhouses, or they tossed their waste into the street.

True, a modern, non-Drake city might eliminate the disgusting elements with magical spells, but that was still objectively disgusting, because if you incinerated it, guess what floated up and came raining down?

The problem, though, was that even though Salazsar had plumbing that literally reached to the top of their towersa hellish thing to pump water up and down from and required magicthey had all the problems of modern Earth society.

In fact, Ilvriss could relate to Erin on a fundamental level neither had ever realized before. After eight minutes of swearing, Ilvriss heard a knock.

Hey, um. Ilvriss. I dont wanna bother you, but Zail is sorta here with Eschowar and Navine and your mom, and theyre all waiting for you. I think theyre worried somethings wrong. They were talking about the old Zeresian toilet assassin. Is that a thing, or is that Nerul guy making fun of me?

Both. Erin, please make an excuse.

Is anything wrong?

No. Yes! Im just having a plumbing issue. Dont come in here! Dont

Erin Solstice had made a gamble that Ilvriss was not speaking personally and poked her head in the door, shielding one eye. She took one look inside his bathroom, and he shouted.

Out!

Oooh. Clogged toilet. Wait a second. Youve got a proper bathroom!

Erin was outraged, astounded, and grossed out. But only mildly on the latter. She had sensed Ilvriss distress in his voice, and she sidled into the bathroom.

I knew it. You dont know how to plunge a toilet.

Erin. I respect you immensely. Get out.

The [Innkeeper] folded her arms.

No. I knew I heard sounds that no digestive system could make. You need my help. Youre angling it wrong.

Im fine.

Why is there water on your bathroomew.

Ilvriss paused, and he had to admit he needed help. And a change of clothes. The problem with the Aeromancers Push was that it waspowerful. Hed angled it wrong, and the plunger hadnt formed a seal on the toilet. So all the air had blasted out and taken a lot of water with it.

Erins concern may have also had to do with the fact that some of the water had begun leaking below the doorframe. She whispered as Ilvriss stood in the blasted bathroom.

Theyre cleaning up the backsplash.

TheAncestors. I just hit this button, and it

Youre angling it wrong. Trust me, Ive done this at least five times in my life. You gotta turn the water off first. Or dump some hot water inthats why its overflowing.

I tried flushing it.

How many times?

Three.

There was water everywhere. Ilvriss closed his eyes, and Erin stared at him. She was never gladder her theatre did not have smell-o-vision or transmit odor.

Okay, angle it higher. Like thatnoyouve got a gap. Wait a second, the plungers busted. See? Theres a crack there.

Ancestors!

Maybe you should leave?

Covered in this? Absolutely not.

Okay, okay. But youve gotta get thislisten. Its a nice bathroom, and I dont wanna see it get worse. Actually, its a great bathroom. Wow. Look at that tub. You might want to clean it before anyone uses it.

As Ilvriss, praying, angled the plunger and tried to re-engage the spell, Erin looked around, pretending not to hear the horrible gurgling sound. She glanced down, winced

Theres not much water left in the bowl. Get some hot water out of the sink and use it. Sometimes it loosens things up.

There was nothing for it. Ilvriss had to walk over, then open the door after splashing water on himself. As he opened the door, several very concerned members of staff recoiled. They were worried because theyd seen the water leaking and they had heard Erin talking, then vanish into the door. Humans were abhorrent, disgusting, privacy-less creatures, but even so.

Okay. Okay. Hello? I need a bucket. Change of clothestell my family there is a slight, emno, no [Healer]. Plumbing issues. I have it under control! One of the plungers may be broken. A replacement would be welcome.

He closed the door and took a shaky breath. Erin patted him on the shoulder. After a few seconds, a bucket was passed through, and Ilvriss ran some hot water.

So. Youve got hot water, huh? Its even steaming.

Erin was either the best person for this moment or the worst. Ilvriss mind had decided he was in denial and that this was just a horrible dream.

Im not covered in poop water as my family waits for me below with Erin. Im just giving her a tour of the bathrooms in Salazsar. Yes.

Hot water, coldits standard in any Walled City. Technically, I suppose, you do have to pay for the utility, so its cold water in poorer areas they have to warm with a stove.

Ooh. Thats not good in the winter. Do you guys have electricity?

Electthat thing from your home?

Ilvriss was conscious the staff might be listening. Then he had a horrible thought and turned to Erin.

Erin. Im not being broadcast in your theatre, am I?

Erin looked around quickly.

Nope. Actually, Ill seal the doors of the theatre.

Thank you. What do I do with the hot water?

Let it sit for a few minutes? Then use the new plunger. Soyou guys get clogged toilets?

Yes. We also have hot water for running baths and showers.

Erin oohed, looking to the side as Ilvriss splashed more water on himselfand soap. Drakes really did have modern bathrooms.

Thats so Earth.

I dislike how impressed you sound. This is standard, Erin. And frankly, these are some of the best facilities you could want to seepresent circumstances excepting.

Has anyone else got better bathrooms?

F-Fraerlings? Royalty? What a question.

She was trying to cheer him up, and Erin saw Ilvriss go over to the door and receive a new plunger. As he geared up for round two, telling the staff he would handle itshe looked around and frowned.

Wait a sec. This is a swanky bathroom. Its got a bath and shower, mirror, sink, toiletbut what the heck is that?

The bathroom was one of those porcelain ones with huge, cream-colored marble tiles currently besmirched by brown. But it was interesting to Erin in a genuine sense. It looked like a fancy, private bathroom, one of many in the Gemscale apartments. This one had a huge, wide tub about three times bigger than hers that you could use to shower or have a lovely bath in.

Ilvriss, with some gold knobs, could turn on hot water or cold, and it was all analogous to her world. Admittedly, he had a [Light] spell, not electricity, but it was nice.

The toilet was a bit interesting. Not the poo partErin was trying not to embarrass Ilvriss further. But it had an interesting part on the back where youd hang your tail while doing your business, for Drakes and perhaps Gnolls. Thusly, it was set further from the wall. Most toilets were close to the wall, but it seemed that was less comfortable for Drakes and Gnolls.

Bathroom layouts were a thing Erin had never considered in her entire life. Come to ithow did poor Moore handle things? What about Palt?

What about Palt? She decided to ask him later in public.

But the thing that Erin had no reference point whatsoever for was this long, trough-like thing where you could sit and

Hey, Ilvriss? Whats that?

He was pumping air into the toilet and hoping it was actually working. Ilvriss glanced over and grunted.

Bidet. What, have you not got one of those in your world?

A bidet? That fancy thing from France? Pssh. Why the heckhow does this thing even work?

It sprays water.

Water? On what?

Erin was horrified. When Ilvriss told her, she kicked at it, and her foot passed through.

What the heck. Who cleans up like that?

Erin.

Wait a second, this parts for your tail. You put your tail in this thing?

It drags on the ground. Erin, please. Not all Walled Cities have them.

They sure dont! Lasica and Rufelt dont have this thing in their bathroom!

We got the design from Herizz, the City of Roofs. Erin, how do you not know what that is? Its a perfectly naturalAncestors be praised, it worked.

He grunted in relief as he saw the toilet flushing, and Erin threw up her hands.

Huzzah! But about this bidet

Get out!

He turned and screamed at her, and she ran.

A tired Drake appeared twenty minutes later, smelling of rosewater and nothing else, with a new change of clothes on.

Erin hadnt told anyone about the bathroom incident, but his family still asked if everything was alright. Fifty minutes of waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom

Father. You lookincredible.

Ilvriss paused as Wall Lord Zail turned, and Erin sized up the two at last. Zail was an older Drake with purple scales turned grey, shorter than his son, but all of that was because he had faded with age. He had actually been taller as a younger Drake, and, she had learned, a Swordsmaster of Salazsar.

Not that exact classit was like being an Archmage of Wistram. He had been a war commander, a Wall Lord who took to the field in defense of his city.

His son was, in theory, like that, but Erin realized that Ilvriss was actually the less martial of the two. She thought of Ilvriss as being a sort of prim and arrogant Wall Lord whod changed dramatically from when she met him; a businessman, really.

Zail was an older, pricklier version of that. You could see where Ilvriss had learned it from. In fact, he gave Erin a dour look, as the only Human in the room, but they had a chess connection, and Eschowar had insisted she be involved.

What was telling, to Erin, was how Ilvriss greeted his father, revitalized on triumph from the war. He hesitated, almost went in for a hug, aborted at the same time as Zail, and the two pausedthen shook hands.

Uh oh. That one moment said a lot. Zail stared up at Ilvriss, seeming taller and more composed, and Ilvriss seemed shocked at the strength in Zails body.

Youre not using your cane. Is it a new Skill?

[My Strength, Regained]. It only works for ten minutes, but it cycles around every three hours. Very handy. I always had [Noble Strength], but that didnt stop the joint pain and whatnot. This new Skill makes me ignore it all. I could climb the Gemscale tower and not feel a thing from muscle pain afterwards.

Really? Dead gods. Not that you will.

I have better uses of ten minutes. Youre on your own feet now. Did the spell damage clear up? Was there internal bleeding from it? That happens.

Mostly. You mean the issue with the restroomthat wasnt it

Ilvriss looked like he was about to die, so Erin jumped in.

Hello! Wall Lord Zail, we met, but this is our first meeting together. Ilvriss is a big friend of mine, and Im honored you let me into your apartment! Hello, Helessia, Navine!

She waved at the other two Drakes, who stared at her for a second. Zail paused, looked away from Ilvrisswho gave Erin a relieved smileand demonstrated a second time how he and Ilvriss were related.

Wall Lord Ilvriss. My son is a Wall Lord, Innkeeper Solstice. Dont forget. You are a guest of House Gemscale, but in my city

Erins smile faltered. Oh, this did feel familiar. Even though he was predisposed to like herno, she supposed this was him liking her. She hesitated, because even she wasnt willing to blast Zail with her classic insolence in front of Ilvriss. But she was getting tempted already.

Ilvriss was the one who stepped in, to Erins and Zails surprise.

Father, Erin Solstice talked to Zel Shivertail by name. Standing on formality with her isnt something Ive insisted on. It is upon meLord Eschowar, Major Khorpe, it is a delight to see you two.

Y-young man. Ah, my Skill ran out.

Eschowar made an attempt to slap his leg, then sighed. Khorpe bowed, staring at Erin from the side.

Its on her too. Ive never seen anything like that. See? Shes coming like a stormbut not yet.

He actually held out a claw and edged closer. Erin smiled, uncomprehending as the other Drakes tried to shush Khorpe.

Hello? Major Khorpe? Whats coming?

Death. But youre safe for at leasteleven days? I feel safe around you. Not yet. Not yet. Then

Erins face went waxy, and Eschowar hurried to introduce the others. Zail, meanwhile, was talking with his son, and Erin caught a few whispers.

The dignity of

Father, not the time now to

just a Human.

It was clear from the way the other Drakes pretended not to hear that this was not the first time theyd been in uncomfortable moments. In fact, Helessia, the bed-ridden Drake, and Navine seemed like another side of the family as they greeted Erin.

Miss Solstice, I regret we did not speak after all the unpleasantness at the Meeting of Tribes. Youand Lady Magnolia Reinhartare the two Humans I have been most interested in meeting.

Helessia coughed delicately from her bed, and Erin smiled at her.

Me? I know Magnolias very important, but Im just an [Innkeeper], Lady Helessia.

You sound so modest. My son can attest that you are not merely anything.

The Drake smiled, and Erin grew uncomfortable. But that was nothing to how Ilvriss looked as Zail raised his voice.

Eschowar has a head for the Walled Families and deciding the politics. Now things have changedwe might not have the energy to do everything, but if we portion our abilities well, Eschowar, myself, and several of the Last Defenders can put in an hour of true effort each day with our Skills. At least! I was thinking to press Fissival. Theres the mines to consider, and your own initiatives, Ilvriss. What if we stopped by Alrrics office to gather materials and had a meeting in half an hour regarding the state of things?

House Erchirite as well could sit in. My own daughter has control, but dividing up responsibilities would be useful to coordinate.

Eschowar seemed interested too, and Erin saw a full wince roll over Navines and Neruls faces. He whispered to his niece.

Ancestors. Each house will now have at least two de-facto heads. Imagine the power plays. Mister Superior is going to have a field day writing those contracts up.

Mister who? Is that a name?

Erin wasnt part of this city. She had danced into it like the outsider she was, and so she could only sense the change from the outside because it was so obvious.

But Ilvriss? Ilvriss looked tired, and not just from the bathroom escapades. He looked at his father, insisting on a meeting, and Erin wondered why, even on this day, he didnt seem quite happy.

Zail seemed to sense it too and paused.

We could speak with Innkeeper Solstice first, I suppose. Brunch? Regarding the family interests, I meant side-projects, not my assuming control of

Father. Why dont we go for a walk?

Ilvriss broke in gently, and Zail blinked. Erin saw Ilvriss look out towards the light snow drifting down and pointed to the windows.

Just a walk around the walls, perhaps. Its coldbut would you give me an hour of your time? We could bring Erin too, if youre willing.

A walk? Between the two of them? And with Erin? Everyone stared at Ilvriss, but Zail just blinked, then slowly nodded. Erin pointed at herself.

Me? D-do you want me?

Both Ilvriss and Zail glanced at her and nodded. Erin looked around at Nerul, Helessia, Navine, and the others giving her the side-eye. Erin hesitated.

Why?

The point of Erins presence was to act as the proverbial white elephant in the room. She was like the weird picture on the wall, the odd knick-knack, the conversation starter, the icebreaker.

And there was an iceberg large enough to sink the Titanic for Erin to deal with. The first fifteen minutes of the two Drakes wearing huge coats and heating spells was just them walking around the walls of Salazsar, pointing out more sights to Erin.

There were guards, but they saluted and let the two Drakes pass, and the walk along the walls wasnt entirely circular. You had a magnificent view from mountainous Salazsar in every direction. Erin imagined it was gorgeous in the spring and summer, but the winter lent this austere snowy world where you stared down for miles at the landscape around the City of Gems.

All of it seemed to give Ilvriss the strength to bring up what he meant to say after fifteen minutes.

Im glad youve levelled and found a passion, Father. I was worried when you went to engage Fissival. I never considered the Scintillation Counter. Not that I could use it from memory, but I was just trying to rout them. My heart wasnt in the battle. I got good Drakes and Gnolls killed and nearly died because I didnt take my foe seriously.

Zail ducked his head awkwardly.

Fissival loves to prey on openings. We tricked them. In other times, theyd come prepared for the counter. Acknowledge the dead. We have enough funerals to attend, even with this victory. Their families will be repaid for their sacrifices.

That was as close as he seemed to be able to come to reassuring Ilvriss. Erin listened to how Zail talked and saw how Ilvriss grimaced and looked sideways at her for a second. Then the Drake nodded.

I will. Provide recompense, that is. Id face them, but honestly, Father, your return to form I am glad of. It makes it easier for me to leave. I am heading for Liscor to begin an expedition of my own, a private venture. It may take months, but I have to go. Today, or tomorrow if not today. Fissivals army has retreated, and now is the opportune moment to go before they attempt another blockade.

Zail and Erin both started, and the older Wall Lord stumbled. Ilvriss reached for his arm, but Zail brushed it off.

Today? Liscor? Are you mad, Ilvriss? You want to leave our home when we have all the opportunity? Eschowar is back, I can lift a swordwe could train together! Ive seen you sneaking off to learn swordplay. And what about your company?

Ilvriss put his claws in his pockets.

Ill let you and Alrric work it out, Father. That would be ideal. As I said, I can trust Salazsar will have someone to protect it, now. I know this seems like Im running off, but

Im not intending to take the company from you, Ilvriss.

Zail searched Ilvriss face, and the younger Wall Lord smiled briefly.

I know.

This is just an attempt for me to help. You shouldyou must be the face of House Gemscale.

I know, Father. Im not running away from you. I justhave to go. I told you, I was given instructions from the only person that outranks us.

Erins skin chilled as his eyes settled on her, and Zail swung around to the [Innkeeper]. His lips compressed at the thought she was hearing secrets of state, but then he turned to Ilvriss.

You cant leave today, Ilvriss. Delay a week.

A week is too long, Father. I need to get in position. There is more than just my project at stake.

Again, he looked at Erin, and Zails eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared at her.

Are you seriously in love with her?

Whme?

Father.

Ilvriss snapped, shocked. Zail folded his arms, standing in the snow, looking annoyed and imperious, and Erin saw his eyes flash.

Answer me. I understand moving because you were given orders by ghosts. I understand doing things for the good of Salazsar, but you are a Wall Lord. Delegate! Send Alrric or Captain Shieldscale. The only time youve left Salazsar was literally to pursue the Tidebreaker because no one else would, and to combat the Goblin Lord. This is your city. Youre needed here.

No. Im not. And your return proves that. Father, Id love to reconnect, but this is something I can onlyno, I want to do it myself. Please, just give me your blessing, and we will speak via speaking stone. But I have to go.

Ilvriss shoulders were hunched, and he avoided Zails eyes, staring at his feet. Zail made a strangled hissing noise.

You cant delay for a single week? Think of what Eschowar could teach you! Think of

Father. Ive known Eschowar all my life. He can only teach me what you did, to be a better Son of the Walls and a Drake. Im going to Human lands, to forge ties and alliances. It has nothing to do with my affection with ErinI like her as a trusted friend, but I have no romantic feelings for her whatsoever.

Ilvriss turned red, and Zail yanked a clawed hand out of his pocket. He stared at a flashing series of blue lightsthen a faint red one.

The younger Wall Lord had forgotten his father carried a [Detect Truth] ring on him at all times. He slowly turned crimson. At this point, someone spoke up in a strangled voice.

I, uhshould I go for a walk over there?

Erin was backing up, but both Drakes turned and snapped.

No. Stay.

Even Ilvriss said that. It might have been because their conversation would get nastier if Erin left. And it was already going to the rocks. Ilvriss took a deep breath.

My point stands. Father. I am going.

Everything has changed, Ilvriss. You are not.

Ilvriss finally locked eyes with Zail, who had stepped forwards, glaring at his son. He leaned over, glanced at Erin, then spoke in a piercing voice.

Nothing has changed. Only you, Father! Do you think this will magically change everything? Our family has always been a mess, and your ability to swing a swordMother and Navine barely speak to us most days of the week! We havent eaten dinner together in a month. No one in the greater Gemscale family talks to us except Nerul, and only because hes our [Chief Diplomat]! You and I

He paused as Zail recoiled, blinking.

You and I have always been like this. You cant just win a war and fix things, Father. You never could. I respected you for never trying to do that. Please, dont start now.

At this point, Erin was edging down the wall, but the two Drakes started walking after her, conscious, but talking. Zail stared ahead as he marched forwards, and Ilvriss cheeks were filled with blood.

I wish I could have done more.

No one blames you for anything. It was how it alwayswas. Everyone cheered when you routed Fissival. I swore I saw Navine punching the air. But that and this is different. Let me go.

Youre needed here, Ilvriss. Salazsar needs you to lead them.

Zail looked beseechingly at his son, and Ilvriss shook his head, almost laughing.

Salazsar needs me like it needs another rock to hold the city up. This cityour home doesnt change, Father. You came out of retirement because the foundations rocked. Me leaving is better.

Its selfish. She

Zail glared at Erin, and Ilvriss actually knocked Zails claw down as he began to point.

Dont lecture me on being selfish, Father. Were Drakes. We do glorious things for petty reasons. Our entire species is selfish and idiotic. How many wars did you and Eschowar win that started over someone throwing a wine cup? This is the best thing I can do. I need to go, and you need to let me.

Ilvriss comments made Zails head snap back. And then his father got angry. The Wall Lord pointed down at the walls as a [Soldier], marching along Salazsars walls, took a look at the two arguing in the snow and tried to hurry past. He stared at Erin, who was standing so far to the side she was floating in space past the walls. But she couldnt escape Zails words.

Petty. Petty? You want to say were petty as you stand on the walls your forefathers bled and died on? Ilvriss! What about all the brave Drakes whove died for these walls? Your bones and blood are in this city!

Ilvriss head was ducked as Zail raised his voice.

Eschowar! Myself! Khorpe! Lastillel! They died for this ground! Lastillel died right there, with Pallassian arrows raining down. Chaldions son killed him, and you want to go there without thinking of your home? Itreus! Linviosno matter who we are, we know our duty! Calistoca, Redrein, Allnot, Seiryene

He was howling names, and Ilvriss snapped. He screamed back, screamed into the frozen air.

Lord Tyrion Veltras. Why is the man who besieged Liscor and got Zel Shivertail killed here?

Ilvriss couldnt believe how young the other man looked, but his aura was familiar. His claw tightened, and Tyrion stared at him.

A Wall Lord. Im not here to fight.

Tyrion slowly released his grip as Ilvriss forced himself to do the same. His head snapped around, and he stared at Numbtongue.

Is he a guest of the beach?

The Hob was about as friendly towards Tyrion as Ilvriss, but he called out.

Yep. Erin tolerates him and Xitegen.

Why would she let?

That principled [Innkeeper]? Ilvriss was outraged, but Tyrion strode past him with what amounted to great tact for the [Lord]. He headed for the beach.

This is neutral ground, Wall Lord. Dont ruin the beach experience for anyone here. I will not.

He disappeared into the beach, and Ilvriss jaw opened and closed. He almost charged after Tyrionthen stared into the beach. Ilvriss saw the sun, surf, and pleasant weather of another world for the first time. His eyes popped. He stood there, as the surf rushed over his feet, and stared about at the fake sky, the waves, Ekirra running around, and the resort guests trudging their way to breakfast.

Whwhwhats going on?

He stood there until Pryde shoved him out of the way and looked around wildly. Then he ran to find Erin Solstice.

Whats going on, Erin?

After that scare, Ryoka had rushed off into the beach to keep Tyrion away from the Drakes and had missed Ilvriss group. Erin, correspondingly, had woken up and was explaining the situation to Ilvriss.

I need their help, Ilvriss. I dont like it, but I let Xitegen use the doorhe doesnt come in herebecause I need his help for the Solstice. Its a huge thing. I havent given you an invite yet

Youre letting that monster walk into Liscor? The City Council allowed it?

Erin paused as Ilvriss purpled further with fury. He was off his pleasant, welcoming demeanor in record time.

Theyve got to. Hes one of the Five Families

Wheres their civic pride? Ban the bastard! He sieged their cityif he wants in, levy a hundred thousand gold fine! A thousand gold for every citizen who perished!

Ilvriss fist slammed onto the table, and Erin recoiled.

Ilvriss.

Theres also Lord Xitegen? Lady Bethal, Lady Pryde? Are they trying to take over this inn? And what is thisgarden? You have access to a dimensional space? I heard something about it, but this? And theyre using it as a beach?

Ilvriss, a lots changed

Ilvriss was tearing at his neck-spines.

I dont understand it. Are they threatening you? How much are they paying forand a beach? If you can configure this garden-thingI heard it was an actual garden, not a beachits so tacky and tasteless. Just like northern nobility to insist on, really.

Erin had been trying to get a word in edgewise, but now her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Hah? Tacky?

Lyonette was greeting Nerul and the guests and explaining the rest of the inns facilities. She groaned as Ilvriss, thoughtlessly, kept ranting.

Its just sand and water and, frankly, those resorts look like someone cast [Sand Wall] a bunch of times and threw furniture inside. Its not even an impressive beach. Ive seen beautiful coastal retreats on Fissivals coast, and Zeres has the entire market on waterfronts, obviously. You can do more with the space. Not that Id expect them to.

Like what?

Erin was smiling dangerously, and she was recalling one of Ilvriss main traits. Snobbery. She was so glad to see himwhich was why she wasnt going to snap. She wasnt going to

He clicked his claws together.

Well, a waterfall? A meditative walkwaysubmerged stones in a lake? If you have to invoke the ocean, cliff-diving is a hugely popular tradition. Not just the villa experienceif theyre going to insist on the most basic staff and seaside accommodations, you might consider live-fishing, Erin. Or yachting if there was more space. I did that once, and you can buy these lovely enchantments and hire a Drowned Person to take you for an underwater stroll. Just basic, basic

He was speaking so enthusiastically and with such pomposity that he completely missed Erins expression until he looked down and saw the huge glower on her face. Ilvriss pausedand Xesci peeked out from behind Nerul again with a smile of delight.

She was angry. That was obvious. Hurt feelings radiated from the [Innkeeper], as well as pure embarrassment because Ilvriss was right. Ilvriss self-absorbed rant turned into a moment of introspection, and he hesitated. Then coughed into one fist as Mrsha slapped her forehead with a paw.

Ah. You made the beach, didnt you?

He came to the truth as Erin folded her arms. Ilvriss wavered as his attempt at a new start and new line of social credit took a nosedive. He pausedand decided that Nerul was right. If you were going to try again

You could have consulted with me. I do know beaches, you know.

Erin kicked him in the shins. Ilvriss swore, leaping back.

Erin!

Im regretting having you back already! Everyone loves my beach!

Im sorry! I just meantyou still have Tyrion Veltras there.

Its the greatest winter attraction there was and ever will be!

The Drake backed up, but his mouth was moving faster now, and Nerul was laughing so hard he couldnt interject. He had never seen this side of his nephew! WorseIlvriss was getting mad now.

Its not even winter-themed, Erin! This is just a denial of the season. Real winter experience would be making snow igloos, winter bonfires, snow lightssaunaswhich I forget that you have no idea what they are.

I know what saunas are, you snooty idiot! My ideas are great!

Theyre contrarian! Dont kick me again! You offer a unique service, but Im allowed to point out when its unimaginitive

I created a beach in the winter!

Erin was chasing him about, and the Drake ran past Silveran, Pawn, Ser Dalimontall staring at the new guestsand they watched the Drake have it out with Erin.

What a brave, dead man. Even Jewel was watching with Normen, wincing and expecting Erin to roll Ilvriss in a second. But Ilvriss paused, turned, and his clawed finger pointed back at Erin.

And you can do better! Ive seen you work harder. The Erin Solstice I knew didnt rest on her laurels!

He got her! Lyonette gasped in delight. Erin came to a halt, slowing, and several heads turned as Ilvriss pausedand she turned.

Wyouwhy dont you shoot me in the chest with a crossbow, huh? I let you into my inn, I vouch for you, and this is what I get?

Erin was red-faced, embarrassed, and instantly, Ilvriss face stiffened. Xesci saw half the inn freeze or winceand Erin had made that comment on purpose.

Ruthless at times. Nerul himself just eyed Erin and nodded.

The Courtly Fool. Shes also got knives. Delightful. Shed do the Winebreath Blaster in someones face on purpose.

He rubbed his claws together, and Erin seemed to realize two of Ilvriss companions knew exactly what she was doing. She locked eyes with Xesci, then nearly edged back. She halted, threw up her hands, and smiled gregariously.

Ilvriss. Why are we fighting? You said words youll regret, I said words I dontcome on, let me show you around the inn first before you start critiquing.

I, ahyes. That would be good. I apologize, Erin.

She nodded to Ilvriss and distinctly didnt apologize back. Erin stepped back and gestured to the kitchen.

Listen, youll like my inn these days. I have a [Chef]a Goblin guy who does amazing spicesand Imanis cooking gets served in my inn all the time. Its classy. Youve met Nanettewell, just wait until you see the rec room, workout room, and other stuff! Plusthe beach isnt done, obviously. I have a bunch of koi fish, and if I make it freshwater, not saltwater, we could definitely fish. Plus, I was always going to do a luau. Were doing one tonight.

We are?

Lyonette looked horrified, and Erin shot her a glare as Ilvriss raised his brows. Erin instantly upped the ante.

Yeah, a luau. And were, uhIll make a sandbar, and you can walk into the water! Waterfalls? I can do that, too. By the way, what did you bring, Ilvriss? For your fancy expedition into the north?

His what? Some of the guests, including Bethal and Thomast, whod been enjoying the argument from afar, paused as they ate breakfast. Ilvriss hesitated and crossed his arms.

A bidet, for one.

A bidet. Pssh. No one likes that thing. Hey, Mrsha, guess what Ilvriss bought? A bidet.

A what?

Mrsha was just as skeptical as Erin, but one person in the inn had frozen mid-bite and looked up with hope and salvation in his eyes. There was only one, just one person who knew what a bidet was outside of Drakes like Grimalkin and Chaldion. Pallass didnt have bidet-customs.

Its this thing you use to wash yourbutt. It sprays water. Gross, right?

Half the guests took a second to realize what Erin meant, and this was not a breakfast-topic. Mrsha half-nodded, hesitated, and raised a paw.

Wait, it isnt toilet paper?

Nope.

The Gnoll girl hesitated. The furry Gnoll girl thought about toilet paper and the grossness of it.

So its clean water that you use instead of gross paper you wipe everywhere? Like a civilized being I have never been before?

Yno. No, Mrsha. Youre getting the wrong idea. Bidets are weird.

Bidets are civilized. That Drakes got a bidet? At last, someone with fucking class.

The voice of support and Ilvriss first new friend in Liscor came from none other than the one person who was used to them.

Joseph. From Spain. A nation that practiced the variety in bathroom fixtures that were lacking in the United States.

The United States, a nation that was founded about two and a half hundred years ago and hadnt had running water in its toilets for a hundred years, probably. Erin Solstice began to realize she was losing her audience.

Gnolls had fur. Fur was difficult to clean. Bidets were another, natural way of cleaning.

But spraying water?

Selys called out from the side, looking exasperated at Erins logical inconsistency. Which was sort of Erin, to be fair.

Erin, do you not shower or bathe?

Yes, but thats so gross

Ulvama poked her as she emerged from her rec room where shed been napping.

Grosser than using paper or leaves on butt? Youre weird. You sound like an old woman afraid of new things.

Ulvama, you too? Someone back me up!

I wont. Humans are so pretentious. How do you think Centaurs do anything? Bidets are customary in Baleros.

And in came Palt with the final blow! Which actually cleared up a question Erin had had about his own bathroom habits. She turned to him, and the Centaur was already talking with one of Ilvriss people.

So you actually have one? Is it one of those fancy enchanted ones that doesnt require plumbing? Id make one, but I have no idea how to start, and Hedault refuses to make toilet-based thingsmostly because hed have to install and maintain them. Liscors got sewers and plumbing. Well pay for one at Barehoof Kitchens. Ill pay for one. Ill install it now. Please give me a bidet. Ive had to use water spells for a year.

Erin threw up her hands. And Ilvriss, smiling, adjusted his lapel. Someone had to bring back culture and finesse to The Wandering Inn. Or at least remind Erin when it was lacking.

Nerul Gemscale was observing Erins exasperated face, how she argued with her merry guests, and taking notes on the scale of the inns occupants. Ilvriss hadnt mentioned the nobility or the high-level people. He had clearly not kept up with the inns rising prominence.

He leaned over to Osthia and whispered.

I think weve been made by the nobility. Not good. Id have preferred some jump time on them. My nephews got a fun relationship with Miss Solstice. I think my role is to be the professional, sadly. What a changeup.

He was eying Bethal, who had slipped outside, and Osthia realized the games had already begun. Ilvriss, thoughhe was smiling as he began to argue with Erin over which was actually more objectively disgusting as a hygienic practice. The [Innkeeper] was annoyed, exasperated, secretly amused, and happy he had come back.

Xesci saw it all. She saw how Erin dropped her guard, and some of the walls fell only for Ilvriss. And how Ilvriss seemed to look younger, forget he was Zails son

Yes, of course. He was outside of Salazsar. This was his adventure where the Wall Lord was still a Wall Lord, but no one knew what he was supposed to be. She was delighted by this insight, but again

The [Courtesan of Change] had forgotten that when she observed, the [Innkeeper] noticed. Erin Solstices eyes slid sideways, and she noticed Xesci and stopped laughing a second.

The Drake politely ducked her head at Erin, trying to look normal and innocent. However, Erin was not the only person to have picked up on a shark swimming in Ilvriss wake.

Mrsha was mostly oblivious, just picking up on the smell, and shed forgotten about Xesci as the Drake had intended. But Nanette looked sideways at Xesci and dipped her head as she noticed the Drake was holding an empty bowl with no idea what to do.

Would you like more food, Miss? Someone can take your dishes.

Oh, thank you.

Xesci was not used to being waited on, but Nanette took it aside. Lyonette hurried over to Ilvriss and whispered as he engaged in the bidet debate. Shed gotten a list of his guests, and Xesci

Er, Ilvriss. About your companions. Is she an, ahaha lady of the night? Really?

Ilvriss hesitated at the wording, but nodded back and murmured.

Miss Xesci? She is. An expert inwell, shes a trusted friend and associate.

Lyonettes welcoming face became markedly worried. She glanced at Nanette, then practically dashed over.

I can handle that, Nanette. Hello, Miss

She rushed to handle the dishes, or rather, let Dame Ushar take them for her, and Xescis smile markedly vanished as she noticed the [Princess] attitude change. Xesci didnt hear what Lyonette said as she tugged Nanette and Mrsha away, but she just read the [Princess] lips.

Stay away from that Drake, Mrsha, Nanette. She might be a bitsick.

Mrsha was confused. Nanette frowned at Lyonette and glanced at Xesci.

Sick? With Yellow Rivers?

Mrsha held up a card, and Nanette shook her head.

No, shes a prostitute, Mrsha. Miss Lyonette, shes not sick because she works in that field. My mother knew plenty of women like that who were well. Soldiers and adventurers get sicker with parasites and illnesses in the field.

Nanette! Thats not something you talk about in polite company!

Its hardly impolite.

The witch girl frowned up at Lyonette as the Thronebearers gave her appalled looks. Well, except for Ser Dalimont. He had paused like the other Calanferian [Knights] in instinctual distaste, but he was thinking and listening to Nanette. Frowning at his frown.

Lyonette was not. Mrsha, by contrast, grew interested in Xesci now that she was told that the Drake was someone working a bad profession and she shouldnt be spoken with.

Lyonettes dislike of Xesci was not unique to Calanfer; plenty of people would have shared her views. She was pulling the classic Self-Inflicted Footshot Maneuver that all parents used, in the Nerul handbook of diplomatic mishaps.

Actually, Erin Solstice herself might have had similar views of Xesci, but for two things: she had met many ghosts in death, of every class. Second? She recognized Xescis level before her profession, and Xesci herselfunnerved Erin.

Whether this was fair or unfair, it should have been a small, tiny part of Ilvriss visit. Already, the nobility were sitting up and taking notice. Ironically, it was one thing for them to swan into a Drake city. But the notion that a Drake had come to head into their lands?

Something was brewing, and it was coming fast, spreading at the speed of [Message] spells. It was about that, like one of the [Spies] alerting Lord Xitegen that Wall Lord Ilvriss was speaking of heading to the north.

It should have passed Xesci by, especially with her Skills. The Knights of Solstice, Grimalkin, and most of the nobility, even Chaldion of Pallass, heading into the beach, had lost track of her.

As they always did. She was enjoying this play and counterplay of watching how Erin shifted, putting up her shields and only lowering them around her friends. Her guard was like a [Fencer]s; if it went down, she brought it up the moment she realized it had lowered. It was more instinctual for it to be up than down.

Xesci, for her part, wore the faces of women she had known. Drakes, Gnolls, and even Humans and morebut she was good about shifting from face to face that were similar, mostly.

Where she unconsciously seemed taller when she wanted to be, or more attractive or vivacious when she wanted attention or to persuade, she didnt visibly shift from Gnoll to Drake unless she was surprised or doing it on purpose. Her taking Erins face had been a complete accident.

Ryoka Griffin strode back into the inn, pausing when she saw Ilvriss, as Xesci eyed Erin.

I could copy her face, but not really anything else. The [Courtesan] benefitted the more she understood someone. Not that she could absorb Skills, but she did take competency.

Erin was surprisingly good at fighting. She was a thinker and definitely good at chess. Everyone had a weakness, though, and hers was definitely a thin side to her interpersonal skills. She was good at talking to people, seeing them, getting to know them. Bad at when she had to reach out and touch someone in any intimate way.

So fascinating. But who did she love? Xesci ran her hand over an opaque wall of glass and couldnt tell if the answer was no one, herself, or someone at all. Shed met closed people like that before, but even Turnscales just shone brightly behind a wall of fear and self-preservation.

She refused to burn, and that made it far more difficult and far more intriguing. Ryoka was striding over to greet Ilvriss, a smile on her face and an apology on her lips for Tyrionseverything.

Then she screamed.

The shriek was loud, visceral, and filled with fear. It came from Xescis right as the Wind Runner passed by. It made every warrior reach for a blade instantly. It was the sound beyond someone stubbing a toe or getting surprised.

It was the sound someone made when they saw something horrifying. Few people had ever heard a sound like that coming from Ryokas mouth. Ryoka couldnt remembershe leapt back, crashed into a table, and tried to climb it. Trying to get away from

Xesci. The [Courtesan] realized the Wind Runner was looking at her.

She instantly changed, growing more bland, more innocent, an older, friendly Drake lady. But the Wind Runners face was white.

Whwh

She had drawn her Faeblade out, and the glowing pink blade burned into the inn in front of Ryoka as she held it in front of her. Erin whirled

Ryoka?

What is that?

Ryoka swept the blade back and forth, looking at Xesci, then around at the alarmed people. She hesitated, took the blade in both hands, and aimed it

Xesci? Miss Griffin, what are you doing?

Ilvriss turned, and Ryoka stared at him.

Wh

Ryoka? Whats wrong?

The Wind Runner flinched as Xesci got up. The Drake smiled, feeling a sudden nervousness.

Is something wrong, Miss?

She stepped forwards, and Ryoka retreated, her jade green eyes were wide with a terror that no one else had.

No oneexcept a green faerie, who had frozen on the way into the common room of the inn. Shaestrel stared at Xesci, and a disturbed look crossed her face. She flew to Ryoka, squinted, and kicked her in the ear.

Stop staring. Look less closely.

Look less

Ryoka hadnt been breathing. She stared at Xesci, and her perceptionchanged. Then she unfroze and began to breathe again. But she still seemed unnerved.

Who

Ryoka backed away as Xesci tried to make herself even more normal and unassuming. She smiled, desperately, wondering why the Wind Runner was so horrified and feeling nervous herself. But Ryoka just backed away as Erin scolded her. But none of them could seeRyoka Griffin looked even at Chaldion, who adjusted one eye suspiciously. At Erinat Grimalkin? Ilvriss himself?

No one saw it? It was only the fae. The fae and Ryoka, who saw straight through the artifice of the world if they wanted to. No matter what Xesci tried, Ryoka backed up and refused to take her hand, despite the fuss. That fearwas so genuine that Xesci ended up retreating rather than draw more attention.

Ryoka didnt want to tell anyone in the open. She played it off as Xesci sat, listening to her laugh and accept Erins apologies and behave like, well, a normal, nervous woman. High-level? On Ilvriss side?

Ryoka didnt know. It didnt matter. She saw what she saw.

Xescihad no face. Ryoka didnt see a Drake. She saw something that would have fit in that ruined city in the Lands of the Fae. A humanoid being of flesh, without face or features, sitting amidst all the other people. A disruption in reality. Like one of those disturbing paintingsthe skin a twisted, blended version of scale, flesh, and fur.

Like a more perfect version of the thing in the High Passes. That was why Ryoka had been terrified and was unnerved to see Xesci just sitting there until she turned off her vision and saw what Xesci looked like.

Her class had eaten her shape.

Apropos of nothing at all, Lord Xitegen of House Terland glanced up from his conversation with one of the inns spies. He was sitting in Celum, scoping out where new buildings would have to be laid and eying the walls and wondering if he could just move them out. He turned from having his Golem servants pour him a cup of tea and addressed the nondescript [Spy] wearing winter gear.

And he wants to head into the north? A Wall Lord of Salazsar. The same one who was at Liscor before, yes? And was there when Tyrion besieged the city.

Yes, Wall Lord. Ilvriss of Salazsar.

Xitegen drummed his fingers on the table.

More trouble.

He glanced up and frowned into the crowd a second. It was miserable and cold, but Celum still had people on the roads who had to work. Heating spells. Hed have to pour a lot of money into this place to get it up to standard. Celum had never had a sovereign [Lord], and they didnt know they should expect more. But had he seen? Xitegen hesitated, then shook his head and returned to the task at hand.

I thought I heard something about Salazsar recently. I need a report on that and everything this Ilvriss has done. Ohand one more thing.

The [Spy], grateful for all this work, was about to head to his Invrisil informant and collect an information package from Bloody Secrets, who did a reasonable and fast rate. When she was in office. Hed heard she had a new part-time job. He paused and looked up.

Yes, Lord Xitegen?

This isnt a request, but you did see Ryoka Griffin in the inn, didnt you?

She was there with Lord Tyrion at the altercation.

Xitegen relaxed and stopped peering into the crowd.

Oh, very good. Nevermind, then.

He turned away. He thought hed seen Ryoka Griffin around here. But he was staring at the door to Liscor, so unless shed flown inno.

It must have just been his imagination.

Trouble came for Wall Lord Ilvriss by the end of his first day in Liscor. He was setting up with his staff as they refamiliarized themselves at the inn, and he was having a tropical fruit drink in the admittedly pleasant beach when someone walked in.

Miss Solsticeoh, there you are, Ryoka. Miss Solstice, I am not here to cause trouble. Im doing you a favor, so I would appreciate you letting me speak. I am trying to avoid trouble.

Lord Xitegen said that. But he strode into the beach, looked around at the sand, and sighed.

So this is what Id get for getting in bed with the Goblins? Lovely. Pass. Give me a beach world and Ill think about it before I refuse.

He stood there as Ilvriss glanced up from drawing up a list of people theyd need to hire locally. Guides and miners and

Can I help you?

You are Wall Lord Ilvriss of Salazsar, correct? I am Lord Xitegen. Whereupon I bow, or however we do this between north and south.

The [Lord] gave Ilvriss a slight bow, and the Wall Lord rose. He knew Xitegen, and his clawed hand extended with about as much friendship as he had to Tyrion. Xitegen paused, then shook his hand.

Charmed.

I am delighted to meet one of House Terlands sons, Lord Xitegen.

The other [Lord] stared into Ilvriss eyes as they sized each other up. About the same, though Ilvriss didnt like Xitegens bracer or his Golems. He didnt like the feeling he might be outclassed in battle, but he felt like he had the edge in other areas. Then again, this man had survived the Goblin King, so it made sense his Skills geared to war.

Thank you. Well, I can see we know each other by reputation. I came here as a token of respect, Wall Lord, and despite what Innkeeper Erin Solstice thinksI do respect her inn and guests enough for what it is to issue a warning.

Thats what you said about the Goblins in Riverfarm. And my staff. You want to go for round two, Xitegen? This is my beach.

Erin Solstice was dangerously unhappy, and Xitegen smiled at her.

Miss Solstice. We never even danced the first duet. That was just Arcsinger, and with respect to her, it was all proxy. Lets not start, shall we? And speaking of whichWall Lord, am I to understand youve come to Liscor with the intention of heading north? Doing a bit of exploring? Seeing the north via the magical portal door, taking in the air for your health?

His voice was overly casual. Ilvriss tried not to let his neck spines rise or tail curl up. He smiled with his teeth, though.

I did hope to visit the north much like Magnolia Reinhart visited the south, Wall Lord. The door allows you to walk on Drake land. Is this an issue?

Oh, yes, absolutely. I came to tell you, like a reasonable gentleman of House Terland, that you should stay clear of anywhere but, say, Invrisil for some light shopping. Any more and I cant guarantee your safety. And a war is the last thing we need right now.

Xitegens face was smooth, and his words were direct. Ilvriss stiffened, and Erin inhaled, but Ilvriss glanced at her, and she let him talk. The Wall Lord decided to not cross his arms as Xitegen now did, but put his claws behind his back and stood straighter.

That would appear to be a threat, Lord Terland. Or at least, a rather hypocritical demand.

Xitegens chuckle had no mirth in it. No malice either, not openly, which was interesting. He was justintent.

Do as I say, not as I do. Wall Lord, you amuse me so. Were nobility. We breathe hypocrisy. I am not threatening you myself, you see. Not at this moment. I am telling youif my peers get wind of you walking around the north openly, I cannot guarantee your safety. So, out of pure self interest, I am warning you off. That goes for your expedition, too, or any body of Drakes who appear in the north.

Ilvriss smile was starting to hurt. And here it began. Hed feared this might happen, but getting a warning to his face was classic humanity. Drakes would be more subtle. Even in Manus.

And if I persist?

Xitegen considered the question and tapped his lips.

Would youdo me the favor of providing a statement in writing that you were here purely of your own accord, and your inevitable demise should not reach Salazsar or bring forth any repercussions from the south and Walled Cities? A certificate of justifiable insanity would do. Otherwise, no, theres nothing left to say.

Xitegen. If you harm him

He turned with pure exasperation on his face and shoved both hands into his pockets.

Miss Solstice. I neednt even lose sleep over it. Magnolia went to Oteslia, and I thought Id hear they had her head on a platter within the week. Do you think its easy watching a noble march across the border? Invrisil, Pallass, and Liscor are connected by your door and semi-neutral because Pallass and Magnolia play nice. I wouldnt go for a stroll outside of Pallass. A random, accidental arrow might strike my heart. In the same way, I am reasonably warning Wall Lord Ilvriss that the weather up north is dreadful this time of year. Snow and sleet with a chance of daggers.

He stood there, and Ilvriss regarded Lord Xitegen. His temper was flaring, but he held it back a second. His father might not have, but Ilvriss cleared his throat as Xitegen turned back.

Tell me, Lord Xitegen, and I mean this with no rancoris this a genuine, semi-friendly warning, or am I reading it wrong?

The Lord of House Terland gave Ilvriss a mystified look and searched him up and down. He replied with a studied frown.

You may not think I am being so, but I am being reasonable and warning you off, Wall Lord Ilvriss. It is nice for a Terland; my dear aunt Ulva and old Petra would have been very offensive to Miss Erins sensibilities if they issued a warning at all.

So it is a kindly warning.

I like to think so.

Ilvriss almost smiled. He coughed into one fist and nodded.

Well taken, Lord Terland. Just so you knowif you delivered that to an association of Walled Families in Salazsar, it might be war if you were the son of a Walled City.

Xitegen Terlands brows bounced up and down as he blinked at Ilvriss, then he smiled.

My. You Drakes are touchy. Fair enough. Itd be a feud and assassins in the dark if I said that to a delicate Reinhart at a banquet. Im trying to avoid more. And I am a blunt man. Forgive me for intruding, Miss Solstice.

He turned smartly, and Erin glared at him as he began to march back out of her beach. She strode after him as Ilvriss grimaced.

Xitegen! Are you not hearing me about the Solstice?

Miss Erin, I hear you about the Solstice. I heard Miss Griffin loud and clear. New lands. Hypothetical teleporting Seamwalkers. Lets all join hands against these universal threats. If that line of reasoning worked, wed never have had strife after the Creler Wars ever again. Ask that Wall Lord why theres a thousand graves in Lord Graltons kennels or Emperor Laken how he feels about all that ashed land around his empire. Tread carefully in the north.

Then he was gone.

It appears, Nephew, that the north likes to be open, or Lord Xitegens a bit of a renegade who speaks his piece. No wonder hes gained support. I was hoping to secure private deals through each patch of land we needed to get to our destination, but that was a Drake idea. Ive reassessed, and the north is going to take pot shots at us and worse all the way to the placeunless we counter it.

Neruls job was diplomacy, and he took Xitegens threat very seriously. He was quite put out hed missed Xitegen, but he could always meet with the [Lord].

Erin was mad. Ilvriss? Thinking.

We have to do it. Even if I hold back, you and anyone we send will be tarred with the brush of Salazsar, of Drakes. I would rather be there to lend my Skills and authority, but we need to hold off from conflicts.

It could, without exaggeration, start a war. Ilvriss death would lead to a conflict between Salazsar and probably all the Walled Cities depending on how it happened.

Youre not even threatening anything! And they visit my beach! And theyre going to attack you just for coming through?

There was that incident with the saboteurs, Erin. And that was after Tyrion sieged Liscor. And the Bloodfields battle every year. And

Ryoka wasnt taking the norths side, but she was aware of how they had framed it in Reizmelt. She backed down as Erin glared hotly around, and at this point, Nerul addressed Erin directly. He smiled as she looked at him dubiously.

Miss Solstice, as Salazsars top [Diplomat], its my policy to believe that if you want to make a deal with the other side in good faith, you have to admit what youve done. And we have done it all. They have every right to consider us backstabbing, treacherous murderers with no good intent. The question is: can you or can we provide enough value or good intent to buy ourselves the safety we need? The threats been made. If you have a solution, well gladly repay you for any help you can render.

Amazingly, this focused Erin. Ilvriss gave Nerul a surprised look, but the [Diplomat] was talking straight and without his usual panache for games or silliness.

WhatI have contacts. So does Ryoka. We can talk to them.

Erin glanced at Ryoka, and the Wind Runner visibly hesitated.

You know every member of the Five Families, Ryoka. Aside from Wellfar, I guess.

I know Etril Wellfar, butTyrions not going to like Ilvriss going north. You saw how he reacted. Deilan and Ulva? I dont know if I have that kind of influence with them. They need a reason to let Ilvriss go, Erin.

Reason. ReasonI guess telling them what you want to find is a bad idea?

Ilvriss, Nerul, and the others instantly nodded. Telling the nobles he wanted to reclaim a Walled Citys treasures was a great idea to get them off his back. Then theyd line up in front of him to steal the treasures and then front-stab him to death.

Something to protect IlvrissI mean, if we cant say what hes doingRyoka, you go be nice to the war-freaks. Ill go figure out something on my end.

Erin frowned as Ryoka retreated from Xesci, Nerul, Osthia, Ilvriss, and his group, and Erin wandered off. Ilvriss hoped she had an idea and put his head with his team.

We may want to tell Alrric not to send as many miners. It sounds like our presence is already agitatingrecruiting locals would be better.

Trustworthiness is a problem, Wall Lord.

Osthia pointed out reasonably. Ilvriss scratched at his chin.

Truebut what about locals from this region? Esthelm has a strong [Miner] tradition.

Not a bad idea. Well have to recruit, but having a bunch of Humans looks better than an entire army of Drake [Miners]. Security is an issue, Nephew. I suggest that while we hope for a windfall, we begin buttering up the people closest to our destination. Lets prepare some gifts.

Will that look like bribes to the nobility?

Nerul waved this off.

If they accept, they accept. They can disavow us or give us no favors. A gift is something you give with no strings, Osthia. I just need them to talk, and Ill do the rest and get it in writing. Leave that to me. The problem is, they dont want to talk, and Xitegen is actually a weak point.

He just threatened Ilvriss life.

Osthia was furious. Nerul raised one brow as he lit a cigar and puffed at it. Then he recoiled as a bee immediately flew into their private room.

Dead gods. Wait, does that bee have a tiny cigar? Thisthis is a [Diplomat]s pet. You float one of these bees into a room, and everyone starts talking first. This inn is a goldmine. Anyways, where was I? Xitegen threatened Ilvriss lifethe other nobles wouldnt even give him a warning. Telling someone youre going to stab them means youre less likely to do it. In the old days, the implication was that if Ilvriss so much as crossed the border, hed get an arrow through the face. It didnt need to be said.

The Drakes didnt know if they liked Neruls optimism, but the [Diplomat] had the lead here. He had made one huge mistake, though, which he didnt seem to realize. It wasnt his fault.

As Apista fanned her wings and Nerul eyed her, Xesci broke in, eager to help.

Xitegens like a wall. He wont budge for Ilvriss or the Goblins, but hes not hostile. Tyrion Veltras is.

Nerul pointed a cigar at her with a smile.

That is the kind of insight I need. Xesci, Im considering figuring out a way to get you into our meetings. Gauging whos even receptive will cut down on my work immensely.

If I can help more

She looked frustrated, but Ilvriss assured her she could.

Well set up and scope out our properties in Liscor. And we can at least look around in Invrisil today. Well want to move fast, but as I said, some of what were doing is waiting here for the SolsticeI meant to talk with Erin about that. Osthia, youll be with me for that. Xesci, can you and Nerul prepare gifts?

They nodded, and Ilvriss began telling his adjutants where to go. He had a lot to do, and a lot of it was negotiations and tact.

Nerul was an expert, and he knew he had assets in Ryoka, Erin, and the others that he needed to leverage. He was honest with his allies, open about their goals, and thinking how to be careful and direct and avoid conflict.

He had made one huge, terrible error. Similar to how Mrsha had once trounced Ilvriss in a game of chess, Nerul had opened up a critical flaw in his negotiations.

It wasnt his fault. He had worked off of his information and observations, but he had made a critical misplay that was going to bite him. And it was this:

He had called on Erin Solstice for help. The problem was that she was well-placed to render help as she saw itand she didnt always run things by her friends before she acted. Even with the best will in the world and knowing what she had doneNerul didnt think she was this fast.

The sound that ran through the inn was subtle as Ilvriss went to go to Liscor to check on his bought properties. He paused a second, hearing it go through the door, the floor, and air.

Toc.

What was that?

Earthquake? That would be the last thing we need. Does Liscor have earthquakes? It floods like hell.

Nerul glanced up. Ilvriss hesitated.

No, I th

Toc.

This time, they all heard it. Neruls head slowly rose, and he frowned around.

Thatsounds like a Skill. A big one.

Someone jogged into the room, and Ryoka looked around.

I felt that. Erin? Shaestrels swearing up a storm. Is Erin

Ilvriss head snapped up, and this time it was louder.

Toc.

Oh no.

That came from Nerul. He surged to his feet, eyes opening wide as he realized what was going on too late. He began running, shoulder-charging Ilvriss out of the way.

Miss Solstice? Erin Solstice, stop! Whatever youre doing, I need to know. I need to plan

He began shouting, and Lyonette, sweeping the floors in the inn, had heard it too. She looked up, saw the [Diplomat] panicking, and whirled.

She must bethe [Worlds Eye Theatre]! I saw her heading there with some paper!

Where? Damn!

He ran. But it was too late. The fourth and final time Erin swung the hammer, she was standing in the center of her theatre, nailing a shining bit of parchment to the air. Ilvriss slowed as Nerul ran, shouting, swearing, and he saw the words lighting up the sky.

Toc.

They pinged every [Innkeeper] and [Guildmaster] in a hundred miles. And the <Quest> ran further still, at the speed of gossip. Everyone in Izril heard about it within the hour.

It became news. Erin Solstice made the news, and this <Quest>? This one was unique. But Nerul just stared up at the glowing words with a waxy, sick face, and Ilvriss looked up too. Erin was smilinguntil she saw Neruls expression.

What? Dont you think itll work?

This is what the quest said:

<Heroic Quest Keep Him Alive: Wall Lord Ilvriss!>

Limits: <Noble> class of Izril.

Wall Lord Ilvriss of Salazsar is in the north! This isnt a big deal. Hes going to be doing business past Liscor, and Ive been told thats a problem. Well, if he survives for half a yearjust half a yearyou get rewarded. All of you! You dont have to do a thing, just dont be jerks.

Seriously, thats it. Thats the quest! Hes a single Wall Lord of Salazsar, without an army or anything stupid. This is a quest for the nobility of the north.

Failure: The death or serious injury of Wall Lord Ilvriss Gemscale.

Posted Reward: Friendship with Salazsar! Lack of war! One free meal at The Wandering Inn!

Quest Reward: A <Quest> offering a Skill of the same magnitude as <Individual: Zeladona Ischen, [Blademistress of Ancients]> will be offered to all <Class: Nobles> of <Location: Izril>.

At first, it looked good to Ilvriss. Then he began listening to Neruls swearing. Then he realized something else.

Lord Xitegen Terland just sighed when someone showed him the <Quest>.

I dont think she listens to me. I warned her, and she did this. Maybe she thinks this is wise?

He complained to his Golem servants, then sat back in his chair. Xitegen leaned so far back he caught his leg on the table and balanced there. He closed his eyes.

Well done, Miss Solstice. At first it was just I who knew. Now?

All the north knew. Every single [Lord] and [Lady] of Izril, and if she thought he was mean

Lord Tyrion Veltras sat on the beach as Ullim read the quest out to him. He was not getting into it with Ilvriss. He had promised Ryoka, but he couldnt help but point something out.

The <Quest> implies that this Wall Lord wont be the one making war. Technically, we could arrest him and jail him for eight months. If it comes to a battle, his survival is the only one that matters.

We are not planning on doing that, sire?

Ullims voice was firm, and Tyrion stopped making a sandcastle for Sammial to attack.

No. I was just speculating. What is he doing thats so crucial a <Quest> needs to be put on him? Find out, Jericha.

Her spectacles glinted as she adjusted them.

We knew it was important given the actions at Salazsar. I will have a list of our best estimates, if not accurate information, within the hour, sir.

Good.

Tyrion was the nice, understanding one. When Ulva Terland read the <Quest>, she paused over breakfast for a long time.

That inn has the beach, does it not? The one we are copying?

Yes, Lady Terland.

I should visit. The Wind Runner talked it up greatly. Regarding this Wall Lordfind out what he is doing.

Yes, Lady Terland?

The court of Terlands circulated around her as she patted at her lips and looked to her Golem bodyguards for support. Ulva flicked her fingers.

Find out what quality of armor he has. Then prepare one of our Hunter-Killer Golems. We will not have rats infesting the north.

Yes, Lady Terland.

Regis Reinhart was also furiousand paranoid.

They think just because weve lost the Guild of Assassins, we dont have means? What is that Drake after? Nono, that doesnt matter. Where one goes, the others follow. Every single noble whos still loyal to Izril will have to take a side. I want to know what hes doing, and then he dies. First the Vampires, now this!

It was all an opportunity, but the ghost floated left and right, biting at his fingernails. He didnt like complications in his plan. Being found out at this stagehe didnt like the idiotic Vampires whod stirred up trouble against House Byres.

They were infringing on his plans. Something had to be done. He smiled after he came to a quick conclusion.

This is all fine. It will be a cover. Swift-burning fires to hide the deeper embers. Prepare the Circle to move again. This Drake will be responsible for a lot of trouble before he dies.

It was an excellent cover. Trouble was a fine motivator for Izrils flowers, and if you could lay it at this Drakes feethe began to make plans.

And even the ones who didnt have war or death on the mind thought this was a pretty bad idea. Lord Deilan El read the <Quest> three times and then rang a bell.

It took a while for his helper to appear. Unlike Zedalien, the half-Elf who had worked with Maviola, everything was soimprecise. New.

The House of El was having pains adjusting to new leadership, despite all the business coming his way. So he couldnt be blamed by Ryoka for doing this, could he? Deilan thought one moment as a nervous man waited.

Lord El?

Mark upall our crossbow prices by 50%. But then announce were having a sale in one week and slash it by one third.

The younger [Lord] of House El gave Deilan a confused look, and the [Lord of Manufacture] shrugged.

Profits. Hurry up and raise the prices. And make one of those video recordings of someone firing one of our enchanted bolts through some armor. Everything seems to sell well once people see the crossbows in action.

With apologies, Ryoka Griffinhe did have a business to run. And Deilan had a feeling business was going to be good. He made a few notes.

Poisons. Daggers, blowdartstrap spells. And all the counters to them. Well have to switch from Kaalblades to amulets for a while.

My, oh my. He wondered if it made sense to send some of these artifacts to a popular Named-rank or maybe the Players of Celum. You could get them toadvertise the product?

What a neat concept. But then, it should be something fashionable, trendy. He needed to talk with a [Tailor], Desinee, a fashion expertshed know who to pick. Deilan rubbed his hands together and got to work.

Nobles, nobles, all with thoughts and plans. The Five Families were only the largest groups, and this <Quest> had reached them all.

Magnolia Reinhart had such a blistering headache she had to sip Ashfire Honey tea and massage her brows for a good seven minutes before it abated.

She has no idea what shes just kicked. Theyre not interested in Liscor or the south. The New Lands already riled them upnow shes sending a Drake into their midst? Hes going to be a training dummy surrounded by [Arbalists]. Ressa, summon Erin to

She caught herself and shook her head. Times were changing.

No, I shall go to her. I wish shed asked me! Damn our information networks. Drakes on Pegasi move too fast, and I was more worried about what Eschowar is scheming. Damn levels, damn old monsters for not dying, and if she posts one more <Quest>, I shall send Larracel after her! The Haven had more levels than Erin Solstice, and she played carefully with the flowers of Izril!

She slapped her table as Ressa silently refilled her teacup. After a second, the [Head Maid] murmured.

The times are achanging fast, milady Reinhart. Shes trying to push us all faster. Isnt this what we want?

Magnolia shook her head.

Not off a cliff, Ressa. She cant make us fly. Wall Lord Ilvriss had best hope he can find allies and fast. So too for the [Innkeeper]. They need more than eight [Knights] and a beach.

There are more nobles in her inn over Level 40 than most cities have. Shes got Named-ranks for friends, and you cant swing a rat without hitting a Gold-ranker.

Ressa pointed out cautiously. Magnolia just sat there, staring at the ceiling.

Yes, Ressa. But Tyrion, Bethal, Pryde, and even arguably myself, and certainly many of them like Saliss of Lights, even Sinew Magus Grimalkin and Chaldion? They are her friends. They are not there when the crossbows fire again. She has always needed support. Not friends and allies who drop everything and come running. By the time they took that first step, they were already too late.

She paused a long moment as Ressa nodded.

If she cannot find someone, take an inventory of our staff and ask for volunteers to apply at her inn. Unmarried, without family in need or children. I dearly hope shes ready. Or she wont make it to whatevers coming at the Solstice.

Ilvriss really wanted to know what Erin was thinking. Why had she done this?

He was not the only one who wanted to know. But it was one thing to assume she was doing this out of ignorance. Erins friends knew better.

Lyonette knew better. She was eavesdropping on the private dining room, wondering what had possessed Erin, as Ilvriss and Nerul argued with her.

Erin, this will put the entire north against us!

Not all of em. Some of them will want the Skill, and the <Quest> is there to tell the Drakes what youre doing too, Ilvriss.

So you did it on purpose.

Erin paused a second, and her voice floated out of the private dining room. Lyonette edged the door open so she could see Erin. She knew the [Innkeeper] might know she was here, but Erin was distracted. Her cheeks were flushed, and Lyonette, Ulvama, and the other people listening into the debate could hear her voice.

She was mad.

Yes. Okay? Im not stupid. I posted the quest on purpose. Because Xitegen warned you.

And if they go after Ilvriss to kill him? Many would trade even Zeladonas Skill to murder a Wall Lord.

Nerul was genuinely curious what Erin was thinking. Her eyes flashed, and her voice rose.

Let them try. Thats the point of the <Quest>. Ilvriss, I get it. I know you wanted to come in quiet, but the north sieged Liscor. Tyrion Veltras? Even if they didnt openly say things, theyd do exactly what theyre going to do already. But you know what? Magnolias right. She is.

Erin strode around the room, pacing, angry.

In my worldthere was this movement for civil rights. There have always been people who didnt see eye-to-eye, and you dont win by letting the bullies come after you or passively resist. You stand up and be counted. And you count them. If they come after you, I will knock them down. Even if I have to fight one of the Five Families.

She made a fist, turning to Ilvriss, and Lyonette felt like someone was squeezing her chest. That was

No, that was Erin. She had just never heard Erin actualize her thoughts like that. It was classic Erin and how she fought for the Goblins.

And it was wrong. The [Princess] felt it in her bones. All the righteousness in the worldthat mattered, but this was hearts and minds. Erin was swinging a sword, not holding out a branch.

It reminded Lyonette of Maviola. It reminded her of a young woman waving a flag in front of an army. But it was not the right decision.

Lyonette wanted to tell Erin that, but Nerul got there first. The [Diplomat] was giving Erin a troubled look.

Youre describing escalation in no uncertain terms, Miss Solstice. My job is to prevent people from coming to blows. Not to go around kicking towers down.

You sound like Magnolia.

Erin snapped back. She shook her head.

Shes done this likeIve seen how she does things. Celum. The Drakes. She plays keep-away in diplomacy. She doesnt poke you too much. She pushes, but she doesnt get in your face. Aside from her pulling Tyrion off Liscor, she doesnt challenge her own people. She should. If she wants peace with the Drakes, she has to draw a line in the sand and stand on it. This is the line.

She turned to Ilvriss, and he threw up his claws as she sent his plans into chaos. Had he really expected shed be a force purely for his benefit?

Silly Drake. Lyonette withdrew a second as she heard the voices rise and shook her head. Erin was right. She was rightand completely wrong. How could someone be right and wrong like that?

Perhapsperhaps having the courage to do something didnt always mean it was the right thing to do. But Lyonette saw Ilvriss striding out the private room a second later, furious, talking to Nerul.

He stopped when he saw her and hesitated. Nerul was just shaking his head as he spoke, though.

I take it back. I misread her. Utterly. Completely. Shes not a [Fool] in a court. Shes a damn Marquin.

Lyonette jumped at the term, and Ilvriss glanced at her.

You mean, like

No, I mean like Marquin the Radiant. Shes practicing Creler-wars diplomacy. What a mess. Give me a day to figure things out and get a read on the temperature, Nephew. I was going to talk to Magnolia Reinhart and ease us into the north. Now, were coming in like lions. Wonderful.

Nerul stormed off, and Lyonette bit her tongue as Ilvriss stood there.

That was the way he came to Liscor and the north, after all. She wished she could say she was surprised. But this all felt unexpectedly expected.

The struggles of Wall Lord Ilvriss and Erin Solstice entered a new phase the next day. From being unwelcome in the north, Ilvriss found himself at the center of real hostility. He started his morning dodging chamberpots being hurled at him in Invrisil.

And thatwell, as Nerul would say, that was just a classic Izrilian welcome.

Authors Note:

I wrote a poem about someone elses problems:

Look at how he dances/Assistants wild plans/it passes through the eye of the needle/pirateabas comprehension of time/chaos and rhymes.

Please snap your fingers because thats apparently what you do for applause. This is about my hard-working assistant who tries to get me to commit to calendars and dates for stuff like chapters and arcs.

And I dont think in stuff like that. I have now engaged the Ilvriss arc, and it is longer than I thought and requires more chapters.

But you know that. I say it all the time. Have you grasped by now how little I understand the flow of time and word count and distance? I float upon a sea of ignorance, and it was not meant that anyone should measure things.

The point is that whatever happenshappens. Ill write to my energy, health, and the flow of the story. You hear that? No plans! No promises! But I do have that book deadline. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this! Thats the goal.

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A fearful writers minute sphere/No impediment to a calendar

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