The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 56

Book 7: Chapter 56

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The wind blew in her hair, lifting it up and letting it stream behind her. Not at her back, and not blowing so hard that it was unpleasantbut an acknowledgement, perhaps, that she was going too fast for the breeze to keep up.

It felt wonderful, to sit and experience the cool air rushing across her body. Feel the wind tug playfully at her clothes. Relax, and see the world go past her.

Ryoka Griffin had forgotten what it felt like to ride a bike. Her body hadnt, but her mind hadnt remembered how nice it was, even compared to the joys of running.

Because when you were running, you were always in the moment. Even when you were on your runners high, you were focused. Bikingyou could relax and let the machine carry you down the road.

Especially this particular bicycle. Ryoka did another rotation of the pedals after a little bit and the flagging momentum picked up. And oh, it took a long time to slow.

Frictionless wheelsor as close as Hedault and Pelt could engineer while keeping some kind of grip. Enchantments on the pedals to make high gear feel like the lowest one. Insanely light materials

The Wind Runner of Reizmelt rode what Fals had called the death of Runners. Perhaps it was and perhaps it was not. Perhapsthe future was bicycles for some, roller-skates for others. Now wouldnt that look funny?

A little paw adjusted the handlebars slightly. Ryoka reached out, but Mrsha scowled at her as she steered the bicycle.

Okay, okay. Just dont crash us.

The Gnoll was completely focused on her task, unlike Ryoka. Her job was to keep the bike straight. So far theyd crashed four times. Yet, Mrsha clearly loved sitting on Ryokas lap and riding along.

You think we should turn back yet?

The Gnoll girl shook her head as they rode past a staring pair of pedestrians. Ryoka waved at them.

Sorry! Ask in Celum!

They were demanding to know what she was riding. Ryoka stared ahead. Mrsha was smiling.

You really like this, dont you?

Duh. Mrsha stared incredulously at Ryoka. The bike wobbledRyoka rescued them before they went down again. Mrsha returned to keeping them straight.

She would be all over the place when she had hers. Erin had already put in an order for a tricycle with the Kevin-Pelt-Hedault-Selys alliance. And it was probably the most effective parenting decision she had made all year.

Mrsha was wearing clothes. She had also combed her fur, watered the plants, had not stolen anything from other peoples plates, and she had even helped set the table for the diners. That was because Lyonette had made it clear that any Mrsha-mischief wouldnt revoke her dessert privilegesa halfway effective tactic at the best of timesbut revoke the chance of a new bicycle.

Oh, such terrible threats that adults came up with to control children. Ryoka just enjoyed the ride. She had spoiled Mrsha nonstop and she knew Lyonette didnt approve. But what else was Ryoka going to do? Not give Mrsha most everything she wanted, spend time with her?

Kids should not be given everything. Nor should they be without discipline, structure, etc. etc. Nor should they have to go through half of what Mrsha had.

It was a relief that she could still laugh silently at a bug bouncing into Ryokas mouth, so much that she nearly fell off the young womans lap.

Okay, okay. I think were far enough. Lets head back.

Ryoka decided that was enough after spitting it out and washing out her mouth. Mrsha sighed, but they went back the way theyd come, passing the awestruck pedestrians again. Ryoka cast a glance over her shoulder.

They had been riding towards Liscor, ironically, having left Celum for the morning ride. But the pass towards which the Floodplains began was almost invisible.

The High Passes loomed. The mountains stretching up into the sky, and higher than any mountain from Earth. Ryoka cast a glance over her shoulder.

If Mrsha wasnt thereshe would have been tempted to ride into the second pass, where only adventurers and fools trespassed.

There be Dragons. Or at leastone. But Teriarch hadnt responded last time shed come out here. Ryoka had burned a Potion of Haste and an Octavia-brand Stink Potion. Shed called for nearly twenty minutes, but his cave hadnt opened.

Was he asleep? Or not in the mood to entertain guests? Ryoka had thought hed have visited the inn after she left. But maybe

She swallowed that tiny bit of worry. Teriarch would show up probably when she least expected it. For now, and todayshe rode back with Mrsha, enjoying the morning breeze.

-

The Wandering Inn this morning had a number of important guests. The kind that made Lyonette hurry about, taking customized orders. She put down a mushroom risotto in front of the first vegetarian that Erin had ever servedwell, the first one who had asked for no meat as a sticking point. Even Palt ate meat.

Look, Im not going to say it again.

The person across from the vegetarian breakfaster was annoyed. Or maybe in that stage just before actual annoyancecertainly heated. It was rare for Kevin, the easygoing [Tinkerer], to be anything but optimistic. Howeverthey were arguing, the four of them, as Ryoka wheeled the bike in and Lyonette ran back into the kitchen.

Were not calling it Splendiferous Gearage or Liscors Custom Steelworks. These are terrible names.

Hedault paused with a bite of his risotto to his mouth. He and the Drake who had one of Imanis breakfast specials in front of her looked hurt.

The Dwarf, who had ordered a still-sizzling sausage breakfast, was on Kevins side though.

Especially because Im not using steel as the main component of all these gears. Ill use damn iron when I pleaseits false advertising!

Exactly, so

Were not calling it Kevins Bike Shop. Thats even worse.

I didnt say it had to be Kevins

Selys snorted. She, Hedault, Pelt, and Kevin all glared at each other. The four shareholders in the Untitled Liscor-Invrisil-Pelt Enterprise were having their first real argument. About the name.

Manufactorium. People like fancy names. Call it that. Something Something Manufactorium.

Pelt growled. Selys threw up her claws.

Thats one third of the name, Pelt! I thought you were going to make a list! Okayhow about The Wheels of Liscor?

Again, this isnt necessarily going to be based in Liscor, Miss Selys.

Hedault adjusted his spectacles with a sigh. The Drake folded her arms.

If Im paying for it

Youre paying for it. Good for you. Im the one shaping steel. Me and my apprentices. Im not going to work outside of my forge.

Pelt chomped down on his breakfast as Kevin accepted his plate from Lyonette. She shook her head as Kevin reached for his notes.

Okay, Kevins Bike Shop was really a bit of a joke. Seriously this timehow about The Rolling Spokes? I think itd be

He broke off as Rose groaned and picked up her cup to throw it at him. The debate continued as the reference sailed comfortably over the heads of the other three. Meanwhile, Lyonette hurried over to a figure sitting decidedly by herself.

Umthis is a new dish. Imani calls it Flyfish Quiche, Miss Xrn

The Antinium twisted in her seat and looked at the composite fish-acidfly slice of quiche that Lyonette was gingerly holding out. She stopped staring at Ryoka as the City Runner put the bicycle away in the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Thieves and the bicycle were a huge problem. Two people had tried to steal it, and five had gone on joyrides.

How appealing. Thank you, Lyonette. Is this the correct fee?

Xrn extended her hand. She was holding exact change. Lyonette nodded.

Umyes. I can take the paymentbut you could pay when youre done. Thank you, M-Miss Xrn.

The [Princess] stumbled over the Antiniums title. And indeedXrn of all the Antinium possessed that factor that not only attracted eyes to her, but gave her an exclusion zone of empty seats this morning.

She was the Small Queen of the Antinium, and unlike Klbkch, she did not try to blend in. The azure-shelled Antinium smiled.

You may call me Xrn, as I have said, Lyonette. Thank you for informing me about payment. Oh, and take this.

She handed Lyonette two more copper coins. Lyonette stared at them curiously. Xrn nodded to them.

I did not have to pay, but it seemed fitting. I believe this is known as a tip?

Lyonette opened and closed her mouth. Xrn did not have to? Oh, but wait. Normally no one even noticed

T-thank you. Well, if theres anything I can get for you

More of this flavored rum, thank you. In a larger cup, please. And please ask my companion what she would like to eat. I will pay for that too.

Xrn waggled the empty glass at Lyonette. The [Princess] took it.

Of course

People stared at the glass as well as Xrn out of the corner of their eyes as Lyonette went to fill it. Drassi was glumly bartending since Pallass was off-limits for all but a few.

Fill up a larger cup, Drassi.

With the flavored rum? But thats

The two furtively stared back at Xrn. She had, by Lyonettes count, downed about four shots of the flavored rum drink that Rufelt had given to Drassi. It might have been water.

Actually, that might not be a far-off comparison in actual truth. Lyonette recalled Pawn observing it was difficult for him to get drunk. Wasnt Rxlvn invented to get Antinium intoxicated? And Xrn was Centenium

Just fill the cup, Drassi.

And another thing. Xrn sat there, munching happily on the quiche. Her eyes glowed with pleasure, reflected by the colors in her eyes. They changed, sometimes. Pawn told Lyonette that hed dared to ask and Xrn had once told him that the colors in her eyes werent always the same for the same emotions.

Color changes meaning depending on time and place and nuance. Why should it be the same each time? Would you cast a spell the same way each time? You would? Well thenthat is the difference between how you understand colors and I.

Lyonette would have dearly loved to parse that one. She felt like it could aid her magical studies somehow. But right now she was getting Xrn everything she wanted. Because the Small Queen was waiting for her breakfast partner.

And reluctantly but soon, Ryoka Griffin slid into the seat and was presented with some granola and yogurt. She was a bit warmed up from her ride. But she wasnt exactly hungry.

Ryoka Griffin. There you are.

Im here, I didnt run off.

This time. Shall we continue our conversation? A few things of note have happened since yesterday.

The Small Queen watched as Ryoka lifted a spoonful of her bowl. For her partRyoka Griffin shifted nervously.

Really? Umlike what?

Hm. The Walled Cities attempted to destroy one of the Queens new Antinium projects. The Armored Hive has been damaged. Several Named Adventurers participated in the raid. They killed Antiniumno Individualsand lost a number of [Mages] and [Soldiers] to Klbkchhezeim and Wrymvr. Then Klbkch took a near-mortal wound in the fighting. His body was severed across the chest and the Queens are attempting to rebuild his

Ryokas granola was coming back out as she choked. Xrn watched with considerable interest. She took another happy bite of quiche.

No Named Adventurers were slain, alas. Klbkch and Wrymvr must have decided that was too provocative. They are playing games.

What?

The City Runner shouted. She saw heads turn as she shot to her feet. Thenjust as fast, Ryokas head swiveled around.

Why are you telling me this out here?

We are private.

We are? Are you casting spells?

Mm. Just ones to prevent others from listening in.

The Small Queens eyes glowed. Ryoka sat downpeople were staring at her.

They could be reading our lips.

They would fail, even if I had lips. We are not able to be overheard, Ryoka Griffin. The same as yesterday. Your [Illusionist] could not pierce my veils. Nor can anyone else. I would know if they tried, anyways. Five have so far since you sat down.

Whreally?

Xrn made a fluttering sounda laugh. She raised her mandibles and opened them.

Probably not you. They try to spy on me constantly. I think the magic comes from Wistramsee? Right here.

She traced something above her head. Ryoka saw the air light upand a wisp of color appeared, light pink, and as thin asshe stared as it vanished upwards.

Is that?

I never know where it is from. But my maps make me believe that most come from Wistram.

Different magic for a different spellcaster. Ryoka sat back down. People were staring, but Ryoka realizedthey did have that look of confusion on their face. They could see herbut perhaps not anything else? She looked at Xrn. Ryoka wasnt about to run away, or lie, or obfuscate with the Small Queen. She had promised Klbkch, a long time ago, to help the Antinium.

Alsoshed tried all that yesterday. Xrn was unavoidable, unable to be outrun or hid fromshed dunked Ryoka in a river a few times, then theyd had a long chat after she wiped out a Rock Crab nest.

Goodtimes.

-

Erin Solstice couldnt see what Ryoka was saying to Xrn. Not that she read lips, but they seemed to blur over in her vision if she focused too hard. Ryoka had stood up, then sat down, now she was learning forwards and

Im gonna do it. I am!

Sure you are.

The [Innkeeper] scowled over at her fellow peekerthey were peeking at Ryoka from the Garden of Sanctuarys door.

Ill do it! Give me a club and Ill smack Xrn on the head and

Fierre passed Erin a club. The [Innkeeper] went cross eyed.

Wait, whered that come from?

Some of the gear we got from Archmage Valeterisas mansion. Remember? The Archmage, whos probably less dangerous than one of the Antiniums leaders?

Um

Erin swished the club back and forth. The Vampire girl watched her.

Okay. Ill rush in, hit Xrn

And die?

and tell her you cant bully Ryoka! Hows that?

Fierre eyed Xrn. She looked up at Erin. The [Innkeeper] had been trying to psych herself up the last few minutes.

She wasnervous around Xrn. Not afraid! Sort of afraid.

Very afraid. Xrn was hard for Erin to deal with and she was doing the same kind of pressuring as shed done to Erin when she first came here to Ryoka. Onlymore so this time. Erin wasnt going to stand for it, of course! She just had to figure out how she was not going to stand for it.

I did tell you what happened yesterday, right?

You, Palt, and Salamani wouldnt let me come to rescue Ryoka from Xrn. Right, right. And?

And we tried to insist she back off. Politely.

Mhm.

And she threw Salamani a hundred feet straight up.

Right. Thats why hes sleeping in.

Fierre shuddered. And that had been Xrn being playfulaccording to her. The Small Queen did not take it easy in anything she did. So much for being a Vampire. Some species were just plain cheaters.

She licked her lips as she stood, peering behind Erin. Fierre sniffedErin sidled a bit to the side, ostensibly to let her see. The [Innkeeper] glanced at Fierre and then at Xrn.

Erokay, Id actually do it to Klbkch. But if I, yknow, bonked Xrn on the head. Lightly. Not with a magical thing, just like, a rolling pin? How mad do you think shed be?

Do it. Ill watch.

Erin licked her lips for completely different reasons involving fear.

D-do you think she has any weaknesses? Liketo cute things?

Didnt she web Mrsha to the ceiling? Doubt it.

Right

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Let us talk about Wrymvr, Ryoka Griffin.

Not Klbkch nearly dying?

The Small Queen waved that off.

It is clearly a ploy to motivate the Queens. He would not take that kind of injury with Wrymvr about. No, I wish to talk about Wrymvr.

I dont know if I can help

The Small Queen looked at Ryoka.

I do not know if you can. If you can, volunteer information. I simply wish to talk about him because he annoys me.

Oh, vent. It was such aHuman emotion. And Xrn was certainly more nuanced than Klbkch in some ways. Lessin others.

She had leaned her staff against the table, but Ryoka was sure the staff was just a catalyst. The Small Queen used it; it did not define her. Nor did she practice magic like anyone else. Even Teriarch might have been impressed by her.

She was a [Thaumaturge]. A class that Ryoka hadnt known existed until Xrn told her she possessed it. Her magic was varied, powerful, and didnt follow the samerules as other [Mages]. Or rather, a different set of rules.

Case in point: she had cast a spell to kill the Rock Crab yesterday. Ryoka shuddered.

[The Bindings of Belavierr]. A spell that had ensnared the crab with familiar threads, unbreakable no matter how hard it had fought. Ryoka had asked where Xrn had learned that spell. And she had said

I do not need to learn a spell, only call for it. Well, that is the magic I learned from my class, given to me by Skills. Magic in general is justchanging the world. Like you can do with a shovel, or fire, or water.

Wrymvr. Wrymvr annoys me. He and I have never gotten entirely along. I wish, sometimes, that Galuc had lived rather than Wrymvr. He would have been more agreeable. And made Hives that would have never fallen to petty [Earthquake] spells.

The Small Queen mused aloud. Ryoka hesitated.

Is itcallous to talk about them like that?

To wish death on Wrymvr? Perhaps. But I do not care if his feelings are hurt. He will regrow them. Besides, he is difficult to kill. I hoped Zel Shivertail could do itI attempted to make that happen.

You wanted him to kill Wrymvr?

The Small Queen sat there, alien, smiling at Ryoka.

Yes. I had hoped dying would return him back to his senses, even if it meant him losing body and levels. He is a warmonger. While Klbkchhezeim and I attempt to find a way homehe is more concerned with the Twisted Antinium, who unleash experiments onto cities. Drive us closer to war. You seehe believes the only way to return home is to take each Walled City and turn them into rubble. To build more Hives? Destroy, to be perfectly safe. He is a simpleton, but he was never made to plan ahead.

I uhit does sort of sound that way. Is he justlike that?

Xrn tilted her head left and right. She liked conversing, another difference between her and Klbkch. He had treated it as a means to an end, but she had made Ryoka teach her a half-dozen tongue-twisters and patter songs and socialized before getting down to business. Wellthat was probably to stop Ryoka from hyperventilating to death, anyways.

You mean, less intelligent? Mm. Yes. Certainly less than me. Depending on how much brain matter she packed into Klbkchhezeimbut the Free Queens work aside, Klbkchhezeim was meant to think. Wrymvr was designed to protect Queens in war. He is straightforward, simple, arrogant. But powerful. I am more destructive. Half the Centenium were more destructive than he, and we were not all made for war. But no one among us was meant to survive like Wrymvr. He has never died.

Well, yeah, his nickname is

Xrn pointed at Ryoka and the City Runner shut up.

You misunderstand me, Ryoka Griffin. Wrymvr has never died. Not once since his creation. Hence the name we gave him. You see my body? Made by Shaper Queens in Rhir, superior to the one Klbkch and the others lost at sea?

She gestured at her form. Ryoka studied itthere was a level ofwhat, artisanship? that you could tell the other Antinium lacked. A superior quality to the carapace, not to mention the eyes and so on. Xrn nodded.

It is a copy, perhaps even an improvement on my original body. I have died, Ryoka Griffin. Once. Wrymvr? Never.

Thenis he stronger than you?

Another tilt of the head.

Do you mean could I kill him?. That would be pointless. I am more destructive, more varied, better at leading and planning and, ironically, adapting and everything else you could imagine. Wrymvr is better at surviving. And singing.

Singing?

Xrns antennae twitched and her mandibles lowered.

Only by a bit. I tell you this, Ryoka Griffin, to persuade you that you must help me and the Antinium. As we established yesterday, without your interference, the Antinium will set out on a path neither you nor I wish to occur.

War with the cities. Xrn had laid it out in a logical way for Ryoka, much as Klbkch had, but more directly.

There were two sides to the Antinium. The Queens, especially the Grand Queen, whom Xrn did not seem to like at all, who were focused on war with Izril as a means of rebuilding the Antinium and returning to Rhir with a vast army.

Then there was the Free Queen to some extent, Klbkch more or less, and Xrn, who dreamed of returning to Rhir to retrieve lost Antinium knowledge. They would bring it hereand rebuild the Antinium. Conquering Izril? An afterthought. Their goal was only one thing:

Return home. Destroy the sleeping god buried in Rhir.

You told me you died facing the sleeping

Xrn lifted a finger. Her eyes turnednot black, not any color. The magical lights just winked out, leaving them blank and that was terrifying. Ryoka bit her tongue at once.

Our enemy. Wrymvr escaped that by chance, Ryoka Griffin. But know this: the living Centenium marched that day. The Centenium marched upon it with the First Queen and the largest host of Antinium ever known. And we died.

She leaned forwards.

Do you think the army that should have landed on Terandrias shores was vast? Two hundred ships we sent, to colonize Terandria. That army was dust and ash before the one we sent against our enemy. And. We. Died.

Light flickered in her eyes. Swirling blackness and two motes of grey light. Pupils, within her multi-faceted insects eyes. They locked on Ryoka. Twice as terrifying.

That is why you will help me. Because your enemy is my enemy. Because our enemy would unleash horrors like Crelers and has done so without end. It will not stop until the world diesor it. Or it wakes up.

Ryokas mouth was dry. She just wanted to eat her granola and hug a Gnoll. This was far too early in the morning for this kind of conversation.

Why dont you tell everyone, then? I asked Klbkch

Why would they believe the Antinium? And secondlyeven if they did? It would strengthen it. The First Queen decreed that only the Centenium and Queens should be told what they fought because it gained strength with every mind that knew. And even thenmagic and might cannot even scratch it. It births the horrors of Rhir as itsleeps.

So, create an army of Antinium on another continent. Come back and figure out a way to overwhelm or contain. That was the Antiniums initial plan. It had gone off the rails when they died at sea. Nowthey were a threat to Izril. But Ryoka couldnt help but believe Xrn when she said that she didnt care for the Walled Cities or conquest. The point was to kill a god.

To kill

Back to Wrymvr. Do you know where a Dragon is, Ryoka Griffin?

Xrn sat back and Ryoka nearly died again.

No. Why?

The Centenium happily ate from her quiche.

It might be able to kill Wrymvr. Dragonfire humbled him once. The sea could not drown him, but neither could he best the Kraken, only survive it. He has lost to all of our greatest foes. But lived. I heard from Klbkchhezeim that Erin Solstice might know where the Dragon is, but she denied it. Wrymvr should die. If he dieshe will know mortality, and that, I think, will make him wiser. A Dragon could kill Wrymvr. Orsomething buried deeply. Perhaps in your dungeon. Are you aware of what might be down there?

Ryoka pushed back her bowl. She was not having breakfast anymore.

No. What? What do you know?

The Small Queen smiled back at Ryoka.

Nothing. But I know what is found in the deep places. I told you, Ryoka Griffin. The Antinium came of Rhir. We were created by our foe, just like Crelers. Just like everything else. Time and the First Queen gave us freedom to rebel. But time corrupts. The deeper we dug, the more we found waiting for us. We have found their like twice in Izrilmany times in Rhir.

Things?

Xrn nodded, as if oblivious to how much skin was trying to crawl off Ryoka and hide under her bed.

They exist across this world. Things of good intention and ill. Changed by time. The other species call them Old Things. I think your dungeon may have something like that. Why else is it so malevolent? That thing they call Face StealerI have tried to kill it three times. It lives. It could come up from the dungeon and kill every person in Liscor, I think. Klbkch and the Queen held it off many timessometimes by feeding it thousands of Soldiers and Workers. You seem remarkably carefree with such threats around.

Ryoka shuddered.

Can youcan you stop giving me nightmares for five seconds, Xrn? I know what youre fighting. Im sold. Pleaseplease stop convincing me.

Then help us.

Im willing to

Xrn reached into her side bags. She put something on the table. Ryoka stared at a blank piece of paper. Xrn added a quill, and ink.

Trebuchet. I will also accept ballista designs. For Bird.

I cant just

You know how to make them?

Look, I, what I meant was

Xrn scooted the paper closer to Ryoka. She tapped it with one finger.

That is aid, Ryoka Griffin. Not words. Material. Immediate. Tell me how to make a ship. Give me the designs of this bicycleno, that seems less useful to the Antinium.

Her eyes drilled into Ryokasstill in pupil-mode. Ryoka felt like Xrn was grabbing her soul and trying to squeeze it for answers.

She was intense. And what made Xrn scary was that she was right. Ryoka couldnt dance around being an ally with her. You were either helpful or not in Xrns mind. And Ryoka

Bop.

A rolling pin made less loud sound compared to Erins voice, squeaky with nerves. But it did bop the Antinium on the head, between her antennae. Xrns glowing pinpoints of light unscrambled.

Ryoka and Xrn turned. Erin Solstice stood there. She was paleand turned paler as Xrn slowly twisted in her seat.

Is that an attack, Erin Solstice?

Noooooooooooo. Justa warning bop! Thats all! Definitely not an attack!

Erin lowered the pin in a hurry. Ryoka stared at her. And then at Fierre, who was pressing her hands to her mouth, clearly not expecting Erin to have actually just done that.

What was that line about consequences? Xrn regarded the pin. She felt at her head. Then she stood up so fast Erin squeaked.

I see. Then. Is it war?

Erin backed up, babbling so fast that she nearly fell over the chair behind her. Xrn watched herthen opened her mandibles and lifted them. She made the fluttering sound again.

That is a joke. I am quite amused. Did you see that, Ryoka? Klbkchhezeim was always so humorless.

She sat back down. Ryoka saw Erin leaning on a table to catch her breath and clutching at her heart. Xrn laughed again.

Individual Antinium. That is Erins gift to the Free Antinium and why I do not insist. You thoughI will press you. You have not been useful until now, Ryoka Griffin. Give me something.

She looked at Ryoka. The City Runners eyes flickered to Erin. She saw Xrn waiting, smilingthen jump slightly in her seat.

It was a commonality between species. Erin had sidled over, and then, with two fingers, poked Xrn right in the side, about where her belly would be. Ryoka waited for Erin to die.

H-hey. Stop picking on Ryoka

Erin saw Xrn reach for her staff. The [Innkeeper] threw her hands up

Hold on! I was just

Pop. Erin Solstice vanished. Ryoka shot to her feet.

Xrn!

I simply removed her. I am willing to entertain her, Ryoka Griffin. But not right now.

What did you

Xrn shrugged as Hedault turned to stare and Fierre ran away to hide. She pointed.

Up.

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Aaah! Aaaaah!

Erin dangled from the edge of Birds tower. Bird stared down at her.

Hello, Erin. How did you do that, please?

-

Ryoka sat there, feeling like she was trapped. Reallyshe was. She had to give Xrn something, or tell her, right here and now, that she was not the Antiniums ally, even insofar as it pertained to killing what might or might not be a god, sleeping in Rhir.

It all made sense, too. Ryoka put her head in her hands.

Justjust give me a second to think. You know Im unwilling to give you big things, Xrn. Itd make the Antinium

You have three minutes.

Th

I gave you all of last night.

Ryoka thought. Trebuchets? Gunpowder? Rocket fuel? Okayshe didnt know that last one. Nor could Ryoka make a ship, although she could probably give some tips that Anandwho was making them?probably needed.

None of that. Absolutely none of that. Ryoka had a new theory about bringing tech from Earth to this world. And it was this:

Kevin should do it. Erin should do it. Ryoka Griffin should not do it. It wasnt about competence, it was about who had the better track record. But something?

Ryoka did havesomething

Xrn. You know Im fromEarth, right?

It felt so weird to say. But Xrn just nodded.

Klbkch has repeated his entire conversation of substance to me. Go on.

Wellthere are more.

I am also aware of that. There are seven, not including you or Erin Solstice.

Y-you are? How did you know that

Aside from the fact that this Kevin has created a new device, and that Joseph plays a new game with unmatched knowledge and the group is a group of seven?

Ah. Well, um, heres the thing. There are more of us. In Wistram.

I see.

Xrns eyes glowed a bit. Pink and gold.

This would help Wistram. Much in the way you seem to refuse to help the Antinium, would it not?

Ywell, I dont know theyre doing that

But there are more. Many more, then. Interesting. Is that all? Because that is not enough.

Notheres one thing. You see, Xrn. Were in contact with someone from Wistram. I cant tell you who or howbut listen. This is helpful. Im giving you a lot. SoWistram is spying on you. Through your scrying mirrors.

Xrn had been scraping her plate with her fork for the last bit of quiche. Ryoka saw her hand moving the fork stop. Dead still. Perfect muscle control.

She looked up.

And you are sure?

Yes. I mean, almost. Our person said the [Mages] were discussing images of your Hiveand if what you just said about the Walled Cities attacking is true

They were uncannily informed about our position. They have not been before. I put up wards to make their scrying spells unable to simply scan the Hivesunless they knew exactly where to work from. All of this substantiates your information. They are watching the Queens. Listening to their words and discussions. Which means anything they have spoken of is known.

I dont know how much they know. I justXrn? Xrn?

The Small Queen sat there. Ryoka wondered how she was feeling. What she was going to d

I have just informed the Free Queen. We will take steps. This information is what we desired, even if I had no notion of it, Ryoka Griffin. Good. What else?

The Centenium looked up. Ryoka stared at her. Xrn had processed the information, relayed it, and

Not a flicker. She just waited. Ryoka passed a hand over her face.

Dont I get a reprieve?

Xrn looked at Ryoka, moving her head to regard the young woman from every angle.

I did not think it pertinent to ask, but in your world, does the word ally mean someone who is consistently deficient in giving actual aid and support to their allies?

The young woman stared back at Xrn.

Um. Were pretty bad at it as a species, so yes?

Oh. I see. Do your best.

-

By the time Erin Solstice got down from the roof, Ryoka and Xrn had finished their talks. It had taken Erin a while. Not because Bird was particularly delayed in pulling her up; shed appeared just outside his tower. Rather, Erin had been forced to sit with her head bowed in a corner to avoid puking for about ten minutes.

Teleportationor Xrn-portationwas not pleasant. It was like being shaken by a giant rapidly, like you got after riding some of those topsy-turvy rides on the amusement park too fast in too quick succession.

Xrn! Im not giving up! Please dont teleport me. But you cant just

Erin strode over to Xrn, prepared to run into her garden and hide. She found Xrn leaning over the table, eagerly asking questions. Ryokaa more relaxed Ryokawas giving her answers.

Youre going to have to find a specialist. No, I have no idea what the dimensions are. But theres your answer. Hellit is going to be hell with your Queens. But thatyou really dont know?

I am not a Shaper Queen. But it makes sense. They had different methods of isolating materials.

I dont know if alchemy is close to chemistry, Xrn. But there you go. I doubt the periodic table would be helpful to you, anyways. But

Erin stared at Ryoka. The young woman was sketching something on the table. Something the Antinium needed that she had gotten from previous conversations with Xrn. And the Small Queen had pressured Ryoka into giving her. Not bombs. Not siege weapons. ButErin peered at the design Xrn was inspecting, and Ryoka labeling each part of.

Bop!

She hit Ryoka with the rolling pin. Quite a bit harder than she had with Xrn. It was a real tap. Ryoka grabbed at her head.

MotherfErin! That hurts like hell!

Well, what is that?

Erin pointed at the microscope and demonstration of convex lenses. Ryoka grabbed for the pin.

Its for the Queens. Dont hit me again! Give me that

It was a Ryoka-solution to a Xrnian problem. Dont give the Antinium much new from Earthaside from the means to enable the Antinium to do what theyd already been doing. Which was advanced chemistry.

We had been using alchemist tools to allow the Queens to work. But the right materials were still difficult to source, let alone render into usablesee the problem. None of the Queens ever asked me for that. But thenthe Silent Queen does have a weaker magnifying spell, yes. I enchanted a hoop right at the beginning. Nothing of this scaleglass?

Glasses are based on that. Erinput that down

You hypocrite!

Erin raised her bonking pin. Xrn raised her staff. Erinlowered her pin and backed up.

Im trying toIm doing my best to help and not mess things up, Erin. Im sorry.

Ryoka looked miserableand more anxious as she turned to Erin. The [Innkeeper] looked at Xrn. She sighed.

Ryoka, Im not mad about that.

The City Runner looked at Erin.

No?

I like the Antinium! Im not sure about chemistry and stuffooh, thats iron, isnt that? Fe. Recognize it anywhere.

Erin pointed at one of the easier elements on the table. Xrn filled in the boxErin had interrupted Ryoka. Erin turned to Ryoka.

Im just worried that Xrn is pressuring you. In which caseId do something about it. And you lecturing me. Because thats, yknow, sort of annoying. But I get it! Xrnplease dont teleport me again. I nearly threw up.

I will consider it.

The Small Queen was smiling. She was greatly pleased once she and Ryoka had settled on something they could agree was fair to share.

This is useful, Ryoka Griffin. Especially being able to see the minute details. What has plagued the Queensall of themis that they are unable to work with fine detail. Shaper Queens are far smallersome barely larger than I, with specialized appendages. All the Queens sacrificed themselves to create the first Antinium of Izril. Maintaining the purity of samples of iron and other ingredients is essential and has been beyond them without specialist Antinium to aid their focus. As welldisease.

Disease?

Xrn flicked an antennae, vexed.

I do not have the word for it. The same thing as disease, yes. Tiny, tiny things that interfere with proper growth. Eat what the Queens try to make. They are unable to keep their working spaces clean, even sealing air away. I do not have the word for it.

Microorganisms? Sterile?

That came from Erin. Xrn stared at her. Ryoka smiled. What was rare to Antinium was still common knowledge to someone who had taken high school science. At least in theory.

Do the Antinium not have anything antiseptic, Xrn?

The Small Queen hesitated.

Everything the Antinium used in Rhir was lost. And the Queens were taught to use that. So thissterility substances, these antiseptics? They would have been produced by dedicated Antinium or created. No Queens, including myself know how the First Antinium worked up to later stages.

Soyou dont use rubbing alcohol? Heat? Soap and water?

Does that work?

It was fascinating. Like talking to, well, someone from an advanced civilization who remembered airplanes, but forgot how to operate a butter churn. Well, Ryoka wasnt sure if that analogy was entirely 1-1, but she ended up just giving Xrn a rundown onbasic stuff.

Stuff you didnt think you needed to know. People used soap in this world! Erin had bought some the first day she was in Liscor! But there were things like telling Xrn that yes, soap and water helped kill a lot of microorganisms, or freezing temperatures, that was mind-blowing to Xrn.

No. Cold works on the little things that bother the Silent Queen so much? This cold?

The Centenium pointed her staff at the table. She projected a stream of frostRyoka saw the frozen air hit the table and frost it over. Erin yelped!

Hey! Watch theoh, wait, I can fix whatever happens. Never mind. Yeah, freezing does it, right, Ryoka? Heat, cold, bacteria die either way.

The City Runner coughed. She hated to be that person in this conversation, but she had to correct Erin here.

Actually, Erinfreezing just puts them into stasis. Theyre not dead unless it gets really cold. And some can survive lower temperatures than othersId hate to see a magical bacterium. Itd have to be really cold.

Aw, really? I could have sworn they said in science class

Its a common misconception.

Xrn peered at the two young women. She tapped the staff on their table for their attention.

Frost or heat is within my power. Ryoka, how cold?

Ryoka had no idea. She shrugged.

You dont need to get that cold or hot, Xrn. I think the antisepticshow cold could you get?

She was sort of curious. The Small Queens eyes lit up. Motes of blue and white floated across her eyes like snow.

I do not know. Shall we find out?

So saying, she drew a small circle around the table on the floor that began to glow blue. Erin looked at Ryoka. The City Runner waited, but the [Innkeeper] just folded her arms.

Youre not going to stop it, Erin?

Why? This sounds really fun! Hey, Mrsha! Want to see some magic?

The Gnoll child ran over and Erin made her back up. Xrn was walking around her magical circle. And as if lured by the siren call, more [Mages] appeared.

Like cockroaches. Palt scuttled out of the kitchen as Montressa and Bezale came down the stairs. Xrn regarded themand Salamani, peeking from the bannister, and Hedault, whod turned in his chair to watch.

Is that, ah, magical circle fully completed, MisserMageMagus Xrn?

Montressa fumbled for addresses. Clearly, she was wondering if she should be treating Xrn like an enemy, and clearly she didnt really want toshed heard about Salamani. Xrn looked at the circle.

It had none of the runes, intricate symbology to create a magical barrier, or anything else like the one Valeterisa had made for the cells. Ryoka saw Xrn flick an antennae.

This is my magic circle, Mage Montressa. The cold will stay within the boundaries.

But theres no

Palt muttered. Xrn looked curiously at him.

It will stay within the boundaries. Do you need more for your circles?

Sick burn. Kevin mouthed across the crowd to Ryoka. She nodded. The [Mages], disconsolate, muttered but watched as Xrn cast her cold spell.

I do not know how cold I can make this. Is this table fine to chill, Miss Erin?

Erin

Lyonette looked wary, but the [Innkeeper] laughed.

Its fine. Ive got [Partial Reconstruction]! Hit it, Xrn! Get it really cold! Kill those microbe jerks!

Whos she killing? Fraerlings? I cant see.

The crowd muttered. People were watching, having an excuse to gawk at Xrn. Most of Liscors inhabitants could treat her like Klbkchalbeit more removed. Some, however, like Ferris

Well, the [Thaumaturge] was doing something. Ryoka heard her muttering.

What spell? What spell? [Frost Wyverns Breath]? [Cenidaus Complete Chill]what is a Cenidau?

Thats a Terandrian Kingdom. Have you not heard of it, Xrn?

Palt started. He eyed Xrn. She looked at him blankly.

Why would I need to? It must be cold, then.

Extremely.

Ah, then that is better. [Cenidaus Complete Chill].

Xrn tapped the table happily. Ryoka saw her staff flash. Something appeareda tiny mote of frost on the table. Xrn regarded it, checked her staff, and stepped back.

That took a bit of magic. Very cold indeed.

Everyone stared at the spot of frost. Mrsha began to giggle in Erins arms. Thenthe frost began to spread.

Ooh.

Ryoka watched as the frost covered the table. It seemed like it was getting colderthe wood began to crack. And the air frosted oversomeone reached for the edge, and Bezale stopped them.

No one put a hand into there. Are you mad?

The Gnoll complained.

But how will we know how cold it is?

Put something else into there. Anyone got a stick? How about a hotdog? Imani? Im

Here!

Imani had been watching. She hurried into the kitchen and came back with a hotdog on a long poker with a wooden handle. She handed it to Bezale. The Minotauress put it into the magic circle just as the wood turned completely frosty. Not more than thatHedault murmured.

It must not have enough water to freeze more than that. I wonder what the spell might do in a larger, more humid environment. Mage Bezale. I dont think

Bezale yanked her hand back with a roar of pain. Everyone turned to her as the poker hit the ground.

Beza?

My hand!

It was burned! Noa cold burn! The kind you got from graspingRyoka stared. The wooden poker handle? But it had been in there

The poker lay on the ground, in pieces. The metal had snapped and broken like cheap glass where it had hit the ground. The hotdog?

Menolit, after producing a pair of workmans gloves, picked up the hotdog. Really, more of a sausage since theuniquecomposition of hotdogs was not yet invented in this world and the healthier and thus inferior sausage still ruled.

Ancestors, its cold. And itsyep.

He tapped it on the ground. It made a hard soundthen cracked in half. More like powderit wasnt just frozen cold

Everyone turned to stare at the table. It, the floorboards, all coated in a layer of frost. Xrns barrier innocently held back what was inside from

Um

Drassi tossed a mug. Ryoka saw the condensation freeze as it went up in a gentle arc. It landed on the table, a perfect toss. Or should have.

The table cracked. The slight impact shattered it to pieces. It landed on the floorboards. And the floorboards

Erin, Ryoka, and the audience stared into her basement. Xrn peered down.

Ah. I forgot to ward the floorboards. Is that cold enough, do you think, Miss Griffin?

She looked up at Ryoka. The City Runner stared back with a dry mouth. And she realizedXrn was not unaware of the stares. The Centenium was alsotelling a joke.

Xrn smiled. Lyonette looked at the hole in the floor and table which was not coming back with [Partial Reconstruction]. She began to write Xrns bill.

-

Now that they were staying at the inn, Wilovan and Ratici had assumed their presence would qualify as the safety-element missing at nights.

They had been reluctant to of course; it was wrong to get too involved with your target, even if they were actually under protection. But it hadnt turned out poorly yet and they had no choice.

As they came down for late breakfast after a very late nightthey saw Antinium busily repairing the hole in the floor.

Caution: Hole. Watch your step!

A helpful sign had been put up; Erin had lots of spares. Shed even made a little rope fence around the spot with chairs. Ratici and Wilovan peered at it and gathered what had happened.

It occurs to me, Ratici

Hey, you two. Can I get you anything?

The two paused as Drassi came over; the bartending job was sort of hard to pick up in the morning. They ordered, had some very fine-smelling risotto placed in front of them, and began to eat as they continued the conversation.

It occurs to me, Ratici, that we might have been in error in our assessment.

Wilovan my friend, Im hardly inclined to disagree.

The two nodded to each other. Theyd assumed at first that the Tallman had some big plan, to have them stay here. Then theyd concluded this was a (well paying) waste of their time.

Now? They peeked at the Small Queen of the Antinium. The two Gentlemen Callers wondered if theyd been swindled out of a lot more gold. Or was the Tallman unaware of how crazy this inn was?

Ratici! Wilovan! How are my two favorite crooks?

Erin Solstice made the two jump. Not because they didnt sense her coming up from the side, but because she was loud.

Miss Solstice. A good morning to you. Could you, er, keep your voice down, though?

Wilovan winced as heads turned. Erin looked blank.

Why? Oh. But I thought

She looked at Palt, Fierre, and the others who could pick out Wilovan and Ratici at a glance. Wilovan huffed.

I cansee where you were misapprehended, Miss Solstice, but we normally dont advertise our status as fellows who sometimes stray on the wrong side of the law.

Sometimes?

The [Innkeeper] gave him a teasing grin. Ratici chortled and Wilovan coughed.

That was the second disarming thing. This young woman, who had many sterling qualities, was so strangely likeable. And more than thatshe saw them for who they were and still liked them.

Wilovan and Ratici were polite, well-dressed, and usually mild-mannered people. So being liked wasnt unknown to them. But being liked for who you were? When people knew you were the Callers? Thatthat was odd.

Even so, it was inconvenient. A few stares prickled Ratici, but he pretended it was some joke of Erins. The [Innkeeper] was resting on the table.

Am I to understand that hole in the floor comes from this morning, Miss Solstice?

I didnt know, Wilovan! Xrn made it.

Thelady over yonder. I see. The Small Queen of the Antinium. Who you seem to be on a first name basis with.

Yep. Is that weird?

Wilovan hemmed and hawed, not willing to say yes, absolutely.

Even in our lines of work, Miss Solstice, the Antinium are not something thatve ever cropped up. One feels its like Demons in the inn, if you dont mind me saying so.

Ratici leaned over as he fished for a handkerchief. Erin looked up.

Demons? Have you ever met any?

Not myself, Miss Solstice

The two were delicate on that point. Erin looked at Ratici.

Do they have wings and horns? And uhflaming stuff?

One doesnt inquire, Miss Solstice. Wings, horns

Erin wasnt sure how to ask if they were really demons. She settled for a mildly stern look towards the two Callers.

Whyre you two so surprised Xrn is here? Liscor has Antinium. You two are the bigshot bigwig hat guys from up north, right?

The two paused for a long moment. Wilovans lips moved soundlessly. Ratici shook his head.

Miss Solstice, we dont tend to advertise were about. Meeting you, this stayits been rather unique. And if you dont mind us saying so, we tend to draw the line between ourselves not for our protection, if you understand me.

Oh. But am I going to be in danger?

Not immediately. But we do come from different worlds, Miss Erin.

She laughed at that. For reasons neither Gentlemen Caller quite knew. Erin looked at Wilovan and Ratici, and put her hands on their shoulders.

Yeah, we do! But theres no reason we cant be friends, right?

The two could only sigh at that. Yet she was attractive. In a way that didnt define itself purely physically. People had been drawn to this inn. So many odd sorts.

Hedault, Pelt, two master-class artisans. Montressa, Palt, Bezale, Salamani, [Mages] of Wistram. The Callers, Xrn, Antinium

And more. Ryoka was watching as Kevin sketched out Mrshas tricycle and she urgently wrote suggestions and he tried to incorporate themor politely ignore some.

I cant put swords on it, Mrsha. And it wont fly. How about color? Puce iswhere did you learn that word? Do you know what puce actually looks like?

Mrsha did not. But Kevin had a great idea! Which he totally didnt come up with to stop her from grabbing his quill every two seconds to make her adjustments to her bike.

I have a basic paint program on my youknowwhat. Why dont you find the perfect color on it? And Ill finish the bike and you can choose what color it is, okay?

He shooed Mrsha towards the secret roomsnow with air vents. Ratici, had, of course, already found them, but he still hadnt been able to figure out what was going on inside. He watched as Mrsha excitedly bounced into the Garden.

Do you think you could get in, Ratici? Asking purely as one professional to another.

Hm. Id have to really take a crack at it, Wilovan. On the surface? The asking price would be too high for most to even bother.

Interesting. Miss Drassi? Could I trouble you ever so much for another sandwich? Thank you.

The two sat back with a sigh. There were some things to complain about, but theyd miss this service. And the food was getting better! If only there was some fine companyWilovan had seen a wonderfully built Gnoll woman, but she was alas, spoken for. As all good women were.

-

Mrsha happily ran towards the laptop as Kevin sighed and went back to his work. Mrsha raced into the secret Earth-rooms and found

Numbtongue was hunched over with a blanket on his shoulders, playing on the laptop with the touchpad. He didnt say anything as Mrsha waved at him.

Numbtongue, hey, Numbtongue! I need to use that!

He ignored her when she crawled onto the table to sign. She reached for the keyshe swatted her away.

He was playing the game! The game with the guns! Mrsha glowered. Then she eyed Numbtongues features. Howlong had he been playing?

Thanks to Palt and the other [Mages], who resented being used as walking batteries, you could recharge the electronics practically all day. Numbtongue growled as Mrsha tried to push at him. She signed furiously.

Let me use it!

Go away. Im winning.

He was on the hardest difficulty, playingMrsha grabbed the laptop. Numbtongue shot to his feet with a roar. He was going to lose his life and the record! The two fought for it. Mrsha found herself pressed against the floor by a foot while Numbtongue played. She wriggled.

Mrsha the Computer Wizard would not be surpassed! She had to have a turn! But Numbtongue seized the laptop, avoiding her lunge, grabbed her, pushed her out the doorand then sat against it while she howled and pounded on it, demanding to be let in.

-

Numbtongue did what? Wellhe was um, playing, wasnt he? Yes. I know, Mrsha. Ill tell him. But you cant just grab it. Oh, you didnt grab it? Did you ask first?

Lyonette was having the first inter-family dispute. And it was rather familiar to the fights she remembered her mother having to break up between her siblings. Mrsha was actually in tears.

Whether she was that distraught Lyonette very much doubted. But the Gnoll was upset that Numbtongue had wrongfullynot allowed her to use the laptop because it was her time. She demanded Lyonette fix the issue! Now!

How about we talk it over with Numbtongue? And you have to talk, Mrsha. Okay?

Lyonette sighed. Mrsha stomped her feet and folded her arms. She marched with Lyonette over to the Earth-rooms. She was going to give Numbtongue a piece of her mind! She was gonna

He was gone. Mrsha looked around. Lyonette sighed.

Uh oh.

Numbtongue had correctly anticipated Mrsha would bring reinforcements. And like any Redfang, hed chosen his battleground. He was gone.

Mrsha, well talk to him when he gets back. Mrsha, no, really

But the Gnoll was on the scent. She followed Numbtongue back through the door to the [Garden of Sanctuary]and promptly lost it.

Darn! Teleporting doors meant that there was no continuous trail! Mrsha was getting angrier. He could be hiding in the jungle oror in his room, or

Erin! Erin, Numbtongue is mean! Find him!

The Gnoll furiously came over to Erin and demanded she help as Erin was chatting to Imani about stupid poo-things, like new recipes and ingredients and budgets! Erin looked down, distracted.

What? Numbtongue, mean? That cant be right. Did you ask him to make you a [Warrior] again, Mrsha? You know he takes it seriously. Listen, I need to talk to Imani

The Gnoll grabbed Erins leg as the [Innkeeper] yelped. She would not be ignored! This was serious! Erin, exasperated, looked down.

Mrsha! Okay! Okay, Ill find Numbtongue. Imani, Im sorry. One sec?

The [Cook] was highly entertained. She saw Erin close her eyes. It still wasnt second nature. But Erin could sense where anyone was in the inn. She sensed

Numbtongue. NumbtongueNumbtonguesumnot in the inn.

She opened her eyes. Mrsha looked up indignantly. What? That couldnt be right! Erin was lying to protect him! Tall-people ganged up on the kids! But Erin shook her head.

Hes out of the inn. And he took the lapthe youknowwhat? Well, look Mrsha

The Gnoll ran off. She wasnt going to let him get away with this! He was outside!

The outhouses werent occupied by Goblins and Mrsha smelled no Numbtongue trail. She raced back, sniffing. Aha! The door! Hed gone to his mining spots!

But she smelled no Goblin when she threw the door open there. Mrsha was about to snap!

Mrsha, calm down. Shes throwing a tantrum, Ryoka.

Over the laptop?

The Gnoll girl whirled. She was not! She just wanted what was hers! By right! She fumbled for the mana stones as Lyonette tried to pick her up.

Mrshadont you slash at me, Miss! Or no bicycle! Calm down this instant or Kevin will be working on something else, understand?

Mrsha looked up. Her angry facecrumpled. She curled up into a ball and began to sob silently.

Everyone is ganging up on me! Its not fair!

The pity-party was slightly offset by the fact that Mrsha had to sign to be understood by Ryoka and Lyonette. Either wayRyoka was highly amused. Not unsympathetic. But she just hadnt ever seen Mrsha looking soso childish! It was almost good to see.

It was the wrong thing to say to Lyonette, though. The [Princess] just gave Ryoka an exasperated look.

If you were around more, youd see more Mrsha tantrums than you wanted, Ryoka. Mrsha. Mrsha, stop flailing right now

Ryoka eyed the sword Lyonette sometimes carried around. She wanted to tap the [Princess] on the shoulder and ask if she could stab herself with it. It might make her feel better.

Ow.

Shedeserved that. But that was the second time Lyonette had done it. Ryoka rubbed at the phantom-pain in her chest.

Lyonette

One second, Ryoka. Mrsha du Marquin. Stop this at once.

The Gnoll stopped. She sniffed, but she sat up, stopped hitting the ground and looked woefully up at Lyonette and then Ryoka. The City Runner was impressed.

Wow. Youcall her Mrsha du Marquin, Lyonette? Isnt that

What?

The [Princess] rose to her feet, Mrsha clinging to her. She gave Ryoka another look. And this time the Wind Runner saw the hostility there.

Shes my daughter. Shouldnt I?

I didnt say that

Then what were you saying, exactly?

Ryoka opened and closed her mouth. Only that it was exposing Lyonettes name and wasnt that dangerous? But that hadnt been how the [Princess] took itor chose to take it. And it revealed something.

Lyonette. Do you havea problem with me?

The [Princess] stared at Ryoka for a long moment. Her eyes flickered and she gave Ryokawellthe look Ryoka gave to idiots. Lyonette put a huge smile on her face, clearly fake.

Why, Miss Griffin, why would I possibly have a problem with you? At all? For any reason? It must be in your imagination.

Okay. Ryoka blinked. Shed missed something

IIm sorry if Ive said or done something recently. I cant think of what it is

Of course not. Lets not worry about it, Ryoka. Youll leave in a week and itll be fine.

Lyonette snapped back as she removed a handkerchief to clean Mrshas face. Ryoka felt like Lyonette was busily knifing her in the stomach. With words.

Lyonette, Im sorry, but could you tell me what Ive done to make you so upset?

If you dont know, dont ask!

The [Princess] snapped. She rounded on Ryoka, pointing a finger at her.

You wouldnt, would you? Just leave it, Ryoka. Not everything needs to be solved. Im busy and

At this point, Mrsha dragged on Lyonettes blouse and the young womenboth of themlooked down. Mrsha had stopped crying. She was waving her paws frantically.

Stop fighting!

Both of them realized Mrsha had been trying to get their attention. And the tears of no laptop, no Numbtongue were threatening to turn into real ones. Lyonette instantly lowered the finger.

Mrsha! Dont cry, dont cry. It was just

She shot Ryoka a look and Ryoka nodded. She came over and Lyonette let Mrsha grab her hand.

We were just angry for a second, Mrsha. Its fine.

The Gnoll girl was a bit too old to be lied to that effectively, even with both of them smiling and trying to comfort her. The two looked around.

I wonder where Numbtongue has gone. If he has the youknowthe damn laptophe cant take it out in the open.

Lyonette nodded, seizing onto that.

Lets find him. Mrsha tracked him to this door. So he has to beMrsha? Can you help us find Numbtongue?

Mission: Find Numbtongue To Avoid Mrsha Crying was a go. Mrsha sniffed as Lyonette checked the door. Not Esthelm or LiscorCelum neither. Wailants farm was Ryokas real guess, though. Lyonettes too.

But he wasnt there. Mrsha shook her head twice.

Invrisil, then? I cant believe it. But maybe

The door opened. Mrshas eyes widened and she pointed. He was there!

Invrisil? Ryoka looked uneasily at Lyonette. But Invrisilthere seemed to be a leap in logic here.

Numbtongue was a Goblin. Invrisil was a Human city that was not Celum or Liscor. Not cool with Goblins. So how?

Excuse me, did um, Numbtongue come through here just now?

Lyonette found the [Innkeeper] who ran the Players Retreat, Master Veeid, and waved urgently to him as Mrsha sniffed around. He looked puzzled.

The Gno. Nobut then, someone did come through just nowwait a second.

His eyes opened wide. He slapped himself on the forehead.

It was him! Only

Only, Numbtongue was wearing his disguise. Lyonette and Ryokas jaws dropped. The armor disguise hed used in the live show! Mrsha stomped her feet and threw her paws up.

Do you see? Do you see the lengths evil Numbtongue will go to in order to keep the laptop from my earnest possession? The treachery, the gall, the conceit

Is what Ryoka vaguely got from her indignant signing. She might have extrapolated some words, but the heart was there.

Well, I think hes gone a bit too far, dont you? Do you know where he is, Master Veeid?

Lyonette propped her hands on her hips, a bit put out at the level Numbtongue had gone to. Master Veeid hesitated.

About that, Miss Lyonettethe thing is

-

The thing was that he was right next door. Literally in one of the private rooms, helmet off, playing in a corner as Kilkran and some of the actors stared. Numbtongue had a bowl of expensive snacks and the other Players were working, relaxing, or watching him with fascination.

Numbtongue!

The Hobgoblin had contracted a disease for which there were few cures. It was called gaming addiction, colloquially known as I really want to finish this game and Ill be damned to Rhir if I let that little Gnoll ruin my win streak. Such that hed made the move of exposing the laptop to the [Actors].

Mrsha tackled him. With a real growl of annoyance, Numbtongue tossed her off.

NumbtongueRedfang. Stop that this instant!

Lyonette marched up to Numbtongue and folded her arms. The Hobgoblin unpaused his game and went back to playing.

Numbtongue

Im busy. She can have it in

The Hobgoblin didnt finish his sentence. Lyonettes brows creased. Behind her, Mrsha punched a paw into her other paw. He was going to get it now!

Numbtongue, give me that laptop. We need to discuss

He swatted her hand down. The [Princess] recoiled. Ryoka saw Kilkran move backwards. The [Actors] got the vibe.

Numbtongue. Please stop playing. Now.

The Hobgoblin paused his game again. He looked up.

What?

You are going to close that, come with us, and were going to have a talk. Right. Now. Alright?

Lyonettes smile was the kind shed given Ryoka just moments earlier. Ryoka was waiting for the invisible knife. Numbtongue met Lyonettes eyes.

No.

Excuse me?

Her eyes widened. The Hobgoblin looked at Lyonette, not even bothering to make it a staring contest.

Im not your child. And youre not my Chieftain.

He put the laptop on his knees, and quite deliberately, went back to playing. Ryoka heard a tiny explosion. She saw Lyonette take a deep breath. She reached for the laptopfast. He swatted her hand down.

Mrsha the Laptop Seekertugged at Lyonettes dress. Shed changed her mind. She didnt want to use the laptop after all. But it had been a long time coming. Here was law and order and Lyonette. There was Numbtongue, who, as it turned out, had acquiesced to her laws of the land. He was, after all, an adult in his way, not a child, and

And she was a [Princess]. Lyonette went for the laptop. Which was really a mistake.

-

Erin Solstice was blissfully ignorant of the ensuing drama around the laptop for a while. She was concerned with another matter.

Sois there anything to do?

Fierre gave Erin an innocent look as Xrn left the inn to convey news of great import to the Free Hive. And it was a question that stumped Erin.

Chess?

Um. I dont really want to play.

The scrying orb?

Idont know if I need to watch it right now. I get my news from all over. Informant, you know?

UhuhI mean, theres the weights room, the rec room

At this point, Fierre coughed.

Anything outside of the inn, Erin? Im sort ofI mean, the inn is great. But theres more to do, right?

It stumped Erin. The Wandering Inn didnt have all your needs? How could it not?

Well, actually, she got it. It was just that the inn had most of what she wanted as a homebody. On Earth, she could just play chess all day and not go outside once unless her mother kicked her out. But Fierre? She was more of an outdoors-typeironic given her skin condition. And Vampire condition.

And that complicated things. Because Erin had some good ideas if you had to ask her. Not the bestbut it was all stuff likego on that cheese and wine tasting thing in one of the villages with that nice farmer!

Whoops. Might be a problem depending on whether Ylawes had been here and gotten that well. Ryoka had told Erin about that.

Public baths? No problem! They were sunlit, beautiful, had running water that might or might not qualify, and you got naked. Probably smiled at people with your teeth.

Pallass? Erpass.

Go shopping? That was so broad and not something Erin actually did, so her mind fizzled out there. Visit a friend? Well, Erins friends

Um. Erin? I can just go into Liscor

Oh no. Youre my guest! Are you bored? How long have you been bored?

Erin flung up her hands. Fierre saw her rush over to Salamani.

Im a bad host! Wellwell do something interesting!

Its fine, Erin, really! I just wondered if you had any suggestions!

I do! Loads! P-Pelt? Wait, we can go watch Pelt smith something? Oror Hedault! Why dont we

The two [Artisans] paused on their way out. Pelt looked at Erin. Then at Fierre and Salamani.

I dont let people watch my work. Piss off.

He stomped out. Hedault shook his head.

I have work to do, Miss Solstice. My enterprise is also not catering to voyeursMiss Lischelle-Drakle, I will have your order ready with Courier Salamanis tomorrow

He stepped out. Erin looked around frantically.

Erin, its fine. Really. Ill go out. Or Salamani

No! I have to entertain you! Just kidding. Okay, fine. Sorry, guys.

Erin lowered her arms. She gave up. Fierre smilededged back from Erin a bit, and looked at Salamani. He shrugged.

She was definitely not Ryoka. Erin had a flair for thedramatic. The silly-dramatic, rather. Ryoka got dramatic in a different way. She got anxious, in her headErin was fun.

If you guys want to go to Pallass, I can try to let you throughbut theyre pretty mad so only Saliss can actually go through. Sorry.

Invrisil will do. Have you ever been, Fierre?

No, actually. So theres plenty.

The Vampire girl grinned. She opened the door to Invrisil as Erin waved them offjust in time to hear a shout. Numbtongue had just put Lyonette in an arm-bar.

Erin missed the shout because she had closed the door and was sighing. Time to upgrade the inns entertainment center! Or see if her mystery opponent was up for something. After the Xrn-incident, she felt like she had time to relax. She wondered if Mrsha was done with the laptopErin could go for a movie or music.

That was Erins plan. And it was just as well that they werent best laid, because she was interrupted by the door opening.

Not the magic door. For once, it was the regular door.

The regular door, the unsung hero, the neglected child compared to the magical door. Downgraded from an entrance to the restroom doorand the occasional and rare visitor on foot. Nevertheless, it opened now and someone stepped through.

Watch Captain Zevara. Erin turned.

Zevara?

The Drake halted. She eyed Erin and her set face became resigned.

Miss Solstice. I dont know if its good I found you here or not. Please dont make this any harder than it has to be.

What? What are youhuh.

Erin peered past Zevara. And she saw the Watch Captain wasnt alone. There wasEmbria. Twenty members of 4^th Company, Beilmark, Jeissfive other Senior Guardsman and a lot of regulars.

Um. I didnt do it.

Erin saw the fuzzon Tkrns body and about half the people lined up behind Zevara. The Watch Captain sighed.

Miss Solstice. You are not under arrest. However, I would appreciate you stepping aside and not doing anything. I am going to arrest two of your guests and

Palt did nothing wrong! Hes a good guy! It was Saliss who gave the drugs toyou cant arrest him!

Erin panicked. She thought this was about Saliss yesterdaybut Onieva had paid his fine, or so shed said! Poor Drake, shed passed out at a table. But Zevara was trying to shush her.

Miss Solstice! Would you be quiet? Its not either of them!

Oh. Then wh

The [Innkeeper] paused. Oh. Oh.

Someoneand there was no point naming namesmight have shouted about crooks this morning. Loudly. With peoplesometimes the Watch, like Relc and Klbkch had beenwho stayed at the inn. Erins heart sank.

Hold on. You meanRatici and Wilovan? But they didnt do anything. I just called themI mean, they arebut you cant

Move in slowly. Miss Solstice!

Zevara yanked Erin outside. She spoke in a quick rush.

I am not arresting those two because you called them crooks. I am arresting them because it has come to my attention they both fit the description of the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings, a well-known Human gang in the north.

But that

Zevara gestured and Beilmark put a paw over Erins mouth so the Watch Captain could finish.

And that yesterday, the Guildmaster of the Jewelers Guild was knocked out on his way home and hundredspossibly over a thousand gold pieces worth of jewels stolen from the Guilds vaults where it was being processed! As well as his personal possessions! No one in the Guild saw anythingnor did the Guildmaster, who has protective charms. Two high-level criminals pulled off the heist.

She waited. Erin made a muffled noise and Beilmark let go, wiping her paw. Erin Solstice looked at Zevara. Then over her shoulder.

Oh.

They are not going to be thrown in jail just on the basis of that. However, we will question them extensively given the ability of criminals to evade spells. If theyre innocent, they only have a brief incarceration to fear.

Zevara nodded and more [Guards] moved into the inn. Erin looked past Zevara and kicked the ground.

But Zevara, theyre my guests. And theyre here to

Stow it. Please, Miss Solstice. You cant harbor criminals. Goblins asideif they committed a crimeI will arrest you if you try to stop us.

Okay.

The [Innkeeper] hung her head. The Watch Captain looked at her. Then she swept past Erin with a nod. She took her position; the Watch had opened the side doors and were lining the hallways after 4^th Company. They were ready to charge as soon as Zevara went in firstshe could freeze one of them.

Erin watched them go. The group was tensethen Zevara kicked the door open.

City Watch! Do not move!

Embria and 4^th Company rushed in after her, ready for a fight. Palt ran for it along with a few individuals of nervous dispositions or guilty consciences. The Centaur vanished into the kitchen as the Watch streamed into the inn from all sides. One group even went via the towerBird watched them charge down the stairs.

Whoa. No way.

Zevara had not taken chances when shed heard what level the Gentlemen Callers might be. Not only had she mustered the Watch and 4^th Companys best, she had recruited the newest branch of the City Watch.

Guardsman and [Sergeant] Yellow Splatters led the Worker-Soldier patrol up through the basement. Their newly instituted squads first mission was this.

It was a perfect raid from all sides. It really was. Erin listened to them shouting, the chaos. Then she stared past the place Zevara had been.

The thing wasRatici and Wilovan crouched behind an outhouse. Shed seen themsensed them, ratheras Zevara was talking.

Two high-level criminals were indeed good. Not enough to take on that many [Guards]or want to do it, but that wasnt their skillset, was it? Theyd sensed the Watch coming and made their escape.

How? Erin could have managed it with her [Garden of Sanctuary], but she had no idea how the two Callers had done it. If she had to guess thoughshe thought theyd teleported into the outhouses and then slipped out stealthily.

Sweep the upper floors! Watch the windows!

There were [Guards] on the outside, covering the hill from below. Ratici and Wilovan stared at Erin. She stared back.

Did you?

They looked at her. Faces unreadable. Justalert. Erin looked over her shoulder.

The door?

Secure, Watch Captain!

A voice from the inside. Zevara was cursing.

They might have gone through to Invrisil. But I want this inn swept! Damn. Perimetercheck the outhouses! Of all the stupid

A squad of [Guards] rushed outside. Past the [Innkeeper]. They flung open the doors to the outhousesthen thought to circle around. There was an exclamation. Zevara whirled.

C

She rushed outside, sword drawn. Zevaras breath was drawn to exhaleshe saw a [Guard], shamefaced, shaking his head at her.

Guardsman?

Istepped in some crap, Watch Captain. Nothing here.

Zevara saw him wiping at the grass. Someone had been really upset while waiting for a turn. Or it was little Ekirra. Again. Zevara looked around. She eyed Erin. The [Innkeeper] hadnt moved.

Did you find

Not yet. Stay there, Miss Solstice. Sweep the inn!

So they did. The Watch, 4^th Company, and the Antinium squad searched the inn from top to bottom, rooms, everywherethey gave up after fifteen minutes. Either the two were gone to Invrisil already and theyd just been missedor they were beyond the Watchs ability to find them.

Annoyed, Zevara stomped out of the inn. She thanked Erin, briefly. For allowing the Watch to do their jobs. The [Innkeeper] looked down. She murmured something and the Watch left.

Watch Captain.

Councilmember?

Jeiss bared his teeth in a grin as he walked with Zevara. He watched as the Watch Captain kicked down the hill. The Drake rolled his eyes back at the inn.

A thought occurs we missed a hiding spot.

We scoured that inn from top to toe. Even the basement, Jeiss. They could have gotten to Invrisil.

Yeah. But theres one place we cant go, could we? You didnt ask about that.

Embria stared at Zevaras back. The Watch Captain rubbed at her neck scales.

No.

And, Watch Captain?

The Drake stomped down the hill. She snapped back at Jeiss.

Do you think it looks good if the Watch finds the criminals and cant arrest them, Jeiss? Orif we had to arrest someone, do you want to go down that road?

The Councilmember scratched at his helmet. Then he shook his head. He had nothing to say to that. Zevara grumbled as she kicked down the hill.

If I have to ask a second time, Ill arrest her.

Embria raised her brows. This was unlike Zevara. She heard 4^th Company grumbling, wishing theyd missed the scrap. But since the duo matched the identity of the Gentlemen Callers, est. Level 40+ [Thug] and [Thief] from their intelligenceshe thought that was bravado. It occurred to her, briefly

Zevara might not have actually wanted to arrest them that badly either.

-

Ratici and Wilovan stood together on the street. They looked at each other sidelong and shook their heads. Without a word they began walking. Towardswell, home.

If home was ever a place, it was a place they knew in any one city. So in that sense, varied, but always home. As close as it got for them.

Invrisils streets were bustling. There had been a bit of a hubbub in the innnot The Wandering Inn, but the Players Retreatbut theyd left without getting involved.

They said nothing. It had been fast. Splendidly done. You had to admire that, so you did.

-

Did you?

The [Innkeeper] trailed off. They looked at her. Faces unreadable. Justalert. Erin looked over her shoulder.

They were prepared to move. Only a few [Guards] on the door to Invrisil. If it was out of mana they ran for it, across the Floodplains or hid. But it depended on her, on what happened next. Wilovan tensed

A hole opened up in the side of The Wandering Inn. The two saw green grass beyond. A beautiful place. They stirred.

The door?

From inside, voices. The two Gentlemen Callers looked at Erin Solstice. They exchanged a glancethe kind theyd shared before countless life-or-death moments. Then they ran.

-

The Watch had searched the inn, but obviously, there was one place they could never gain access to. The door had opened after theyd left and the two Gentlemen Callers had walked out. The [Innkeeper] had asked again.

Did you do it?

The look she gave them was pleading. Uncertain. You could see it in her eyes.

It was just a Guildmaster and some money. A mugging of someone who had a lot to lose and wouldnt miss this mucha former Councilmember of Liscor, at that. That was how you could justify it. If you were going to.

The truth was

It was a safe house that the duo came to. Only, it looked like an ordinary shop, albeit closed, the glass display waiting for some object that the shopkeeperclearly behind in arrearshad taken down.

They had a key. One, each. Wilovan unlocked the door, Ratici walked through. They stepped into the shop

And there was a second door there. Strangelyyoud never see that if you peeked through the glass into the shop.

Funny thing, glass. You could enchant it to look like all kinds of things. And a low-grade enchantment was harder to notice than something massive.

The second door looked a lot stronger than the first. It was metal, for one thing, and had a sliding slot. It was not entrusted to a key alone.

Ratici knocked. No codes, no passphrases. The two waited as someone slid the panel open.

Ah, good evening gentlemen. Terribly sorry to keep you waiting.

Good morning, in point of fact, sir.

Wilovan tipped his hat up. The figure chuckled.

Is it? Time passes by. One moment

The door opened. The two walked through, and the [Gatekeeper]in reality a doorkeepershut the door smartly. They stopped in the second waiting room.

Anything I should know about that would be embarrassing or inconvenient to have missed, Callers?

The man who walked around them with an amulet, carefully sweeping it from head to toe, was older. But the kind of old that suggested hed lived through everything that had tried to kill him, rather than simply matured. Unlike the Callers, he wore no hat.

Nothing, sir. We did happen to run into a particularly interesting person, but Ratici swore we ran afoul of nothing.

Well, well just see, wont we? Hm. Hm. Im getting some powerful residue. Stood near a spell, did you? Also, teleportation?

A man finds interest in various places, sir. We had to excuse ourselves just now.

Ah.

The old [Gatekeeper]s eyes sharpened. He had a knife. Ratici knew it because he sensed the holder on the old mans wrist. One knife.

Should I be expecting company, then, sirs?

I should think not. But then again

If it comes calling, it comes calling. Youre clean.

The two tipped their hats. The [Gatekeeper] settled back; he had a chair here, a lovely padded one, and food, drinknon-alcoholicand anything he might wish for his duties.

Beyond that they asked no names and told no stories. He was not one of their gang. Rather, you could call the old [Gatekeeper] a hired specialist, on retainer for the fine services he provided. No one got through that door with him about that wasnt invited.

Invrisils Watchif they somehow knew about this spot, and if they decided it was a really good idea to raid this place? Theyd need an army to get past that old man and his knife, let alone break down that door.

Only when theyd passed through to the next room did the two finally speak. Wilovan adjusted his hat, sat down with a sigh on the nearest chair, and shook his head.

A fine mess, Ratici, thats what it is.

Weve had to abandon the contract.

The Drake nodded. The two sat for a moment.

Did you do it?

Callers. Fine day to you.

Someone strolled up at once. The two Callers looked up and about. What they saw was a rather largehome.

Yes, a home. A communal home that varied from city to city, but where fellows of a similar nature gathered. They all had hats, of course. They cooked, cleaned, slept, ate, talked, and returned here. They were a gangand something akin to a family.

But no family member would ever come here. And the Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings, for all they made their beds here, would never die here. It was always outside. Here was simply safety.

Teor, isnt it?

The young man was smartly dressedyou had to be, especially if you were new. Show willingness and all that. He kept his boots shined and polished black, and his vest had not a single thread out of place. For a hat? Hed chosen a triangular one, a tricorne. Not colorful, but a bit avant-garde.

Flashy. But then, Teor was suited to the role. Each Brother had a class, a role, a specialty. Teors was to make sure a Brother in trouble got out of said trouble. Even if it meant Teor took the heat.

Yes, Mister Wilovan, Mister Ratici. Delighted you remember me. But I thought you wereexcuse me. I happened to notice you were engaged and I thought youd be at the jobas it were.

The young man corrected himself. The two older Callers chuckled. And their conversation attracted a few heads.

Six more Brothers were in the immediate vicinity. Theyd tipped their hats on seeing the Callers, but now two more came over. They listened as Wilovan sighed and took his hat off. In this place, you could, without it meaning more than you wanted to scratch your head.

We happened to run into trouble. Nothing that calls for dirtying the vestbut we found ourselves unwelcome. Rather a fast turnout and large one, for such a city. Ratici?

Drake cities. The Watch Captain must be sharp. Some decent folk in the mix. Rather bothersome if they pressed their objections to you up close.

The others nodded. Oho. If the Callers said that, theyd keep their noses clean around Liscor. Decent folk? You had to watch out for them.

What can we do for you, gentlemen?

Ratici shrugged.

We need a fine sort to keep posted on our escort. At least oneif its not us, Wilovan?

Make it three.

Three? But Teor instantly volunteered, as did two more off-duty Brothers. They listened as Ratici filled them in, and Wilovan.

We may need to hide the hats, gentlemen. I know, I know, but we are under contract.

We couldhire out another group?

Perhaps. Lets see how our replacements do. Could be theyll need to move out swiftly. In which case well make an urgent request between friends toWilovan?

The Gnoll smoothed at his hair, exasperated.

Somileirr owes us a favor. If need be, well call it in. Hopefully we can put some unobtrusive fellows in the right place. Teor, Crimshaw, loitering. Unobtrusive, sir.

He turned to the last hatted man, who was so unobtrusive that sometimes a weary Brother would get into his bed, thinking it was empty. The man tipped his hat.

As you say, Mister Wilovan. Unobtrusive.

The three strolled out. And it was done. Wilovan and Ratici relaxed; they could refresh themselves, talk, catch up on a particular sort of gossip, or do what they pleased. Theyd upheld their contract. It was justthey exchanged a silent look. The look on Erin Solstices face had been familiar, thats all.

Disheartening. Just a tiny bit. They sighed, and began to lay plans to carry out their job to the best of their abilities. Even if it didnt mean them.

-

Erin waited a bit, after she let them go through. The Gentlemen Callers had stepped through. But theyd not answered her question.

Did you do it?

And to thatWilovan had turned. Shed tried to read him, but the Gnoll had just tipped his hat, his face a bit embarrassed. A bitsomber.

Does it matter, Miss Solstice? Deepest apologies and our gratitude. We wont forget it.

Then theyd left. They hadnt answered her question. But for that moment, when shed seen them crouching there, they had looked tense.

Like a deer in the headlights. Rats with the cat about. Fine fellows. The Honorable Hatmen, shed called them. But right then and there shed been reminded what they were.

Criminals. Unlike Goblins, or Antinium. The look theyd shared was guilt. So Erin had wondered.

Darn. And it was my fault.

Erin drooped. Just cause she had such a big mouth and shed thought it was funny toshe heard the guests behind her talking in the common room. Erin trudged in.

Hey guys

She saw overturned tables, a slightly rattled clientele, and a very embarrassed Palt being assailed from all sides.

Whats this now?

Imani was rubbing her side. Palt had galloped into the kitchen and

You idiot. First Erin, now Imani! Are you trying to kill all of us?

I am so sorryits instinct! I forgot and

Palt was so red Erin nearly laughed. Nearly. Bezale was shaking her head in disgust.

You could have hurt her if shed dropped that hot oil on herself, you idiot. Montressa, get me one of those spare signs. I need to write one. Caution: Beware of Falling Centaurs.

They were really giving Palt a hard time. The Centaur had shut up, possibly hoping to get it over with. Erin shook her head.

Sorry for the mess, guys. Itwas about Wilovan and Ratici. My fault, sort of.

Because they stole a bunch of jewels? Ive never seen the Watch raid something like that before. But thenits [Knights] in Terandria, usually. The local guard isnt soproactive.

Montressa turned. Palt sighed and shook his head.

Did they get out?

They got to Invrisil, I think.

Erin avoided the others significant looks. Fierre scratched at her head.

Wild. Drakes really do have aggressive Watches. Ive seen raids, but that was fast. Was that an important person who got hit?

Umyeah. They said the Guildmaster of the Jewelers Guild. He got robbed and so did the vault. Without anyone seeing?

How much gold?

Fierre misinterpreted Erins look as she flicked open her journal.

Oh, dont worry. Ill ask. Just good to know what the local values are. Hm. Must have been a lot if it tempted the Callers. Theyreno, nevermind.

Erin looked at Fierre. But then she went back to the chaos. The Watch hadnt really overturned tables since they could just check if anyone was hiding beneathbut the inn was a bit messy.

Clean up. Silveran, take the second floor and clear dirt. The rest of you, with me on tables. Afree round.

Ishkr, reliable Ishkr, was on the job, though. He looked at Erin for confirmation. She nodded.

And like, milk for kids. Sorry, everyone!

Just another day at The Wandering Inn! This is what I pay for!

Menolit shouted good-naturedly from his table. Erin heard laughterand she saw most of her guests looked far from worried. Rather, they were amused, talking, collecting money

I knew this place couldnt go for a week without something like that involving the Watch. Pay up!

An old Gnoll was demanding money from some reluctant bettors. Erin shook her head. Was this what her inn had come to? Entertainment?

Speaking of whichshe narrowed her eyes.

WheresRyoka, Mrsha, Lyonette, and Numbtongue? Theyre not in the inn.

She could tell. The others shook their heads.

Werent they in Invrisil, Erin?

Huh. Yeah, they were looking for Numbtongue. I wonder

Erin went back to the door. She peered through.

Hey, is N

That was when she heard the commotion.

-

Numbtongue! I am warning you

Lyonette was pretty impressive. Ryoka had no idea why she was angry at her. Or rathertoo many ideas sprung to mind. But she could respect the [Princess] on a lot of levels.

For instance, face-down, in the arm-bar that someone had taught Numbtongueshe was still trying to threaten him.

The Hobgoblin had triumphed. Rather easily, too. He was stronger and faster andRyoka was hesitating.

Did she try to get Numbtongue off? She was fairly certain he could kick her ass, especially since he had Skills. Even without, probably. The [Actors] were standing back. And Mrsha

She jumped on Numbtongue. He swatted her off. They were fighting.

He was holding Lyonette down, rather. But this had started over a laptop and now it wasnt so funny. This had probably been a long time coming. But Ryoka was hesitating, and the Hobgoblin was eying her.

Numbtongue. Will you let go of Lyonette?

Not if she bosses me around. I am not a child.

The [Bard] grunted. Lyonette struggledbut he had her dead to rights. Mrsha bared her teeth. She opened her mouth and bit. She was getting vicious. Numbtongue yanked his free arm out of the way of the teeth. He glared at Mrsha.

Mrsha

Ryoka was wavering. She looked from the Gnoll, who was reaching for a wand, to Numbtongue, who was tensedto the [Actors]. Wesle was hesitating.

Then someone pushed through the crowd.

There you guys are. What

Numbtongue looked up as Mrsha leapt, wand flashing. Ryoka grabbed Mrsha. She struggled, but then someone had yanked the wand out of Mrshas paw.

Mrsha! Stop that! Whats going on here?

Erin Solstice stood in the doorway. The Hobgoblin and [Princess] stopped fighting. Mrsha stopped thrashing in Ryokas arms. Erin stared at the [Bard] holding the [Princess] down.

Numbtonguehesitated. Lyonette, red-faced, made a sound.

ErinIm handling this.

Numbtongue? Ryoka? Whats going on? Is that

Erin eyed the laptop. She listened as Ryoka gave her an explanation. The City Runner saw the [Innkeeper]s brows cross.

What?

She looked around. The Hobgoblin gave her a defiant look. He kept his lock on Lyonette. As if to say what? Im not doing anything wrong here.

Mrsha was spitting, trying to get out of Ryokas arms. The [Innkeeper] turned to Mrsha first.

Mrsha, stop.

Predictably, the white Gnoll girl didnt. Ryoka had been telling Mrsha that the entire time. She was too angry, and

Mrsha. I said, stop.

The Gnoll girlstopped. Ryoka saw her go limp and, panting, look at Erin. The [Innkeeper] stared at Mrsha.

Dont attack Numbtongue. Let me talk. Understand?

Mrsha hesitated. Then she slowly nodded. Erin looked at Ryoka. The City Runner slowly put Mrsha down.

Numbtongue. What are you doing?

Erin walked over to Numbtongue. Lyonette had stopped fighting. But the Hobgoblin refused to let her go. He gave Erin a look mixed with various emotions. Guilt and defiance and a bit of embarrassment. Or was it shame? Maviola would have knownshe hadnt been around today.

Not being bossed around.

Mhm. So you put Lyonette in an arm-thingy?

Arm barRyoka nearly said it and decided they didnt need corrections. The Hobgoblin tried to shrug in his position on the ground.

She attacked me.

So youre defending yourself.

Mhm.

Over the lapthe artifact, huh?

Yes. But Im not a child. I do what I want.

Erin stared down at the Hobgoblin until he fidgeted. There was a lot you could say here. Ryoka had been searching for the right words.

Yes, Numbtongue was like an older sibling, but Lyonette shouldnt treat him like a child. The entire fight being over the laptop was stupid to begin with. Mrsha had been bratty, but Numbtongue really shouldnt have taken the laptop out of the inn, especially to Invrisil! For that matter, the Goblin and [Princess] had really escalated when they didnt need to and why does Lyonette hate my guts?

But she hadnt said all of that. A calm, rational explanation didnt actually work. This was all about little grievances, heated emotionshow would Erin fix that? She had no aura hereor if she did, it was far weaker. She couldnt make Numbtongue let go.

Numbtongue. Youre a big Hobgoblin, not a kid. Thats true. And Lyonette shouldnt boss you around and you absolutely get to do what you thinks right. Thats all true.

Erin squatted down with a sigh. The Hobgoblin half-nodded, but he was waiting. The [Innkeeper] stared at him, right in the eyes.

I just have one question. Are you defending yourself? Or bullying?

As questions wentthat was probably above one of Lyonettes word-shanks. The Hobgoblin blinked at Erinthen he released Lyonette. She rolled away at once and Mrsha rushed over to her, checking to make sure she was alright.

Bully.

The word sounded so odd, especially applied to a Goblin. Erin knew where to poke him, though. The Hobgoblin stared down at the laptop and his video game. And as these things happenedit suddenly felt very petty. Was it important? Yes, in many ways. Competitively, having fun, and so on.

Was it worth putting Lyonette into an arm bar, causing this fuss, andthe Hobgoblin looked around. Erin sighed.

You okay, Lyonette?

Im fine, Erin. But

Why dont you not say what youre going to say, Lyonette?

The [Innkeeper] silenced her. She looked around.

What a mess. Sorry, guys.

Its nothing, Erin. Honestly, we were surprised when Numbtongue came inbut hes welcome to. Ersorry we didnt help out. Not sure exactly what it was about.

Kilkran was a bit red in the face. Ryoka realized the [Actors] were all herewell, a lot of the castand grabbed the laptop and shut it fast. She hurried it into the inn.

Everything okay, Ryoka?

The City Runner growled. She had to pay silver both ways! Even just to put the laptop in! Damn Magnolias ruleshe looked up as Fierre peered into the doorway.

Yeah. Just a little fight over something stupid. Lyonette and Numbtongue got into it. Hey, Troy.

WhI didnt do it!

Shut up. Here, put this away.

She tossed the laptop at the young man. Troy caught it and nodded, backing up fast. When Ryoka returned to Invrisils side of the door, she saw theyd migrated to the common room.

Now tempers were cooling, both Lyonette and Numbtongue were ashamed. And Mrsha too. Of coursethey processed it differently. The Hobgoblin was very embarrassedespecially since it had been his fictitious game that had started all this. Even going as far as hurting Lyonette and Mrsha, whod been attacking him after he hurt her mother.

Mrsha had tried to punch and kick Numbtongue, who was her favorite Goblin! Andshe might have started all this.

Shame to go around. Except maybe Lyonette. She was still just mad. The look she was giving Numbtongue was incendiary.

Erin looked a bit exasperated. But shed been a far more effective voice of reason than Ryoka. The City Runner felt a bit useless as she sidled into the conversation.

No ones right. Well have a family meeting about it, okay? Okay?

All sides were nodding. A family meeting later, to discuss the first actual fight between them. Someone would also probably have to tell Bird why everyone was upset.

It was funnyfrom the outsidechildish, concerning, and more. But it was small drama even so. Erin breathed out. Not exactly like Xrn or the Callers.

Sorry. Again, Emme. Jasi. I know youre busy.

Its fine, Erin. Little fights? I remember nearly biting Grev when he stole my favorite cutting knife. We fought about that for a month.

Jasi laughed. Grev, who had been watching with his feet up on a table, called out.

She smacked me silly twice! Didnt stop me from keeping it. A fellow needs to protect himself on the street!

You never even poked anyone with it, just waved it around!

The [Lead Actress] snapped back. The others laughed.

Really, Numbtongue. You came here, though? I thought it would be the Stronghearts.

Erin looked at Numbtongue. The [Bard] was still red in the cheeks. Wesle came to his rescue, laughing with practiced naturality.

Numbtongues been coming here more and more. We promised to host him at a restaurant with his disguisesalt birds, right? And hes welcome to it. I keep telling you, Erinyou dont take any of our favors!

The [Innkeeper] rolled her eyes.

I dont need all the stuff you want! And that goose was great, Kilkran, but who eats salt-baked birds all the time? Besides Bird.

Miss Solstice, you wound us! Id take you to any restaurant in the city! Any attraction! Gelato? The menagerer, wondrous shows, our playswhich youve refused to watch in their proper setting! But you refuse each time! Its enough to break a mans heart.

Kilkran pretended to swoon backwards into two [Actor]s arms. Pralcem instantly dropped his side of the huge man. Amid the swearing and laughter, Erin chuckled along.

I know. I know, but Im a homebody. I will visit the booth! Promise! I do wish Id gone to the restaurantanother time, maybe?

What restaurant? What booth?

Ryoka hadnt heard of this. There was so much to catch up onand the Players, love em, butthey werent exactly highest on the list. Erin tried to explain.

Oh, they have that booth named after me, remember?

I know, but the restaurant?

The Djinnis Spoon? Ryoka, after hearing the name, instantly wanted to go. And she was amazed Erin hadnt gone.

Its justits fancy, Im running the inn

So youre too busy to go to a play?

Erin flapped a hand as the others jeered good-naturedly.

Ryoka! Whose side are you on?

Not the side that stays in your inn when friends want to take you on a night in Invrisil. Erin, have you ever actually toured this city?

Um. Wellabout thatin my defense

Erin Solstice, you have to let us show you around sometime! Just promise!

Erin threw up her hands.

Fine! Fine, Ill let you host me sometime. And go to the booth.

You have a booth and free tickets to the Players of Celums performances any time you want? Do you know how much a standard groundling-class ticket costs?

Erin jumped. Fierre was standing behind her, jaw agape until she covered her pointed teeth. The [Innkeeper] turned.

Salamani, Fierre, and a number of other guests from the inn had followed her into the Players Retreat, having heard the commotion. Kevin, Rose, Montressa, Selyseven Joseph and Palt and Imani! They were all queued up.

What are you all doing here?

We wanted to see what the fuss was about. I came because I heard Numbtongue was beating Lyonette into a pulp. Whats this about Erins booth? Is she selling it to more Couriers?

Kevin volunteered cheerfully. Erin put her hands on her hips.

For your informationOctavia?

Im being sociable. Hi, Ryoka. What happened to Numbtongue?

Octavia rubbed at her eyes and yawned. She and Joseph were in the I wake up when I wake up camp of The Wandering Inn, and so had just emerged for breakfast. The others listened and laughed at Erin.

She doesnt like leaving her inn. Its as bad as getting Selys to visit Pallasswhich incidentally, she loved.

Montressa teased the Drake. Selys looked embarrassed.

I hate to say it, Erin. But the Players have been begging to get you to watch a play. Why dont you?

Ive seen their plays! Love em, but I have watched them put on every performance

While running your inn! In a lovely theatrebut not our dedicated stage where we have makeup and were at our best! Were putting on Elisial tonight, Miss Solstice. Tell you what. Come watch us!

I dunnodo you actually have a booth for us?

The Players looked at each other with frank disbelief. Did they have a booth? Was all of Invrisil not talking about the booth which could never be rented, even by the nobility? No matter how much you

Erin didnt know. She honestly didnt. She bit her lips, she listened to them trying to persuade herRyoka felt moved to intervene.

If you dont go, can you at least let us go? Id love to see a play, Erin.

The [Innkeeper] blinked.

Well, sure. Why not? If thats okay, guys?

For a friend of Erin Solstice? Of course! We were going to get Numbtongue in the booth firstand wouldnt that cause a scene? The masked figure in the balcony? Rather like the Phantom fellow from that play Galina is having us adaptWesle, my role, incidentally. Ive claimed it.

Youre welcome to the singing, Kilkran.

Wesle rolled his eyes. Fierre glanced up.

Wait. Could I come with you?

That was my thinking. What about it, Salamani?

The Couriers eyes lit up.

Really? I was trying to get tickets, but Im on reserve for another month!

You havent seen our plays? Youre a Courier, arent you, Mister Salamani? The Solstice Booth

Erin looked at Fierre and Salamani. She snapped her fingers.

You want to watch plays? But you said you were okay with the inn, Fierre!

If its the ones in Invrisil

The Vampire girl tried to justify it. Erin shook her head.

Well, sure! Of course! Please let Ryoka and Fierre and Salamani watch, guys.

Hey Erin. Erin?

Someone tapped the [Innkeeper] on the shoulder. Erin turned. Imani whispered urgently into her ear. The [Innkeeper] frowned.

What, you too?

She looked at Kevin, Rose, Josepheven Troy and Leon peered through the door. Imani nodded; Galina was obviously still in the inn with Temile.

Weve never actually toured Invrisil. And I really want to see the Players in the theater.

But we see them in the inn every night

Erin wasnt getting it. Wesle shook his head, looking amused and exasperated.

Erin, all deference to Temile aside, theres a huge difference between the inns stage and ours.

Like TV versus the real thing.

Ryoka muttered in the young womans ear. Erin sighed.

Well, sure! Theyre all friends. Can the booth?

You havent even seen it!

The [Actors] roared at Erin. She jumped. What did she think a booth was, standing-room for two people only? And then Palt sidled over.

ErinI have a huge favor to ask. Personally

She turned. Then the [Innkeeper]s eyes narrowed. Selys, Montressa, Bezale, they were all lined up behind Palt.

You guys too?

They nodded eagerly. Erin looked around. Lyonette had Mrsha in her arms. Numbtongue was standing awkwardly apart from her, but both were looking her way.

Ive been meaning to, Erin. And Mrsha wants towe might not all fit, though.

Well then, well kick out another booth.

Emme interrupted them. She looked around, counting heads.

Two booths is more than enough!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kick someone out? Thats not good. We can split it up

Erin. Well give them better seats or refund them. But you have to come, too. Weve been waiting to do this for ages.

Jasi interrupted her. The [Actress] looked around, a gleam in her eyes.

Tell you what. If you all want to watch tonightconvince Erin to let us take her out to Invrisil. And well get you two the best seats and take you with us. Thats restaurant, attractions

All heads turned to Erin. The [Innkeeper] raised her hands, a hesitant grin on her face.

Erin?

Ryoka was looking at her. She wanted this. This soundedgreat. The [Innkeeper] looked at Ryoka.

Come on. I dont want to be a bother, Ryoka.

We dont get tickets if we dont get you, Erin.

Imani pointed out. The [Innkeeper] hesitated.

But restaurants? Okay, Ill go to the booth.

Not a five-star restaurant? Are you mad? Or high? Did Saliss get to you, too?

Rose stared. Montressa and Bezale blushed. Erin hesitated. Ryoka peered at her. This was beyond mere reluctance. Erin spread her hands.

Look guys, Im flattered. But there are likea dozen of us here!

Ryokas friends, the Earthers, her family, the [Mages]Erin gestured around.

Its way too much. I didnt want to make the Players spend money on me! A fancy restaurant? Attractions? We cant just

Erin. Are you crazy? Hang the expense!

Wesle seized her. That was why shed refused? Jasi grabbed her other arm. The [Innkeeper] started, but Mrsha propped up her legs with a grunt. The Players of Celum clustered around as Kevin ran to get Galina. Erin struggled, but Ryoka was grinning and the [Innkeeper] was the only one against the flow.

Let go, guys! Guys? Okay, Ill go! But casually! We can like, go window shopping. We dont need to pay for a huge restaurant. Thats expensive! Ive never been to a fancy place, even backlets not make a big deal about it. Guys? Guys?

Oh, for an [Innkeeper]s reluctance! For modesty, for misapprehensions. Shed delayed and refused. But it was long overdue. So long in factthat the moment had been building. The Players abandoned their rehearsals. Erins friends, new and old, clustered around.

Casually? The Players of Celum swept out of the inn, carrying the protesting [Innkeeper] with them. They were going to turn the damn city upside down for her!

-

If Erin Solstice had a flaw, it was that she was reluctant to spend her energyon herself. She had, on numerous occasions, started the equivalent of riots. Brought a parade into Liscor, mobilized aid for Esthelm.

And she was willing to do all of that. Just not for Erin Solstice. It never occurred to her that one of the peoplemany of the people who shed helped so muchwould want to do the same for her.

Or that they might be better than her at it. It was her fault, really. A month or two ago, when the Players of Celum were still newer to Invrisil, Erin might have been able to insist on them having some restraint.

But they were the thing within Invrisil. And another fault of Erinsor a misconception.

They meant every word.

The Wandering Inn, tomorrow. Yesyour best inventory, please. I will see you there exactly at

Hedault the [Enchanter] was speaking to a [Merchant] who had put everything aside to hear the [Enchanter]s request. One did not ignore Hedault when he offered you the opportunity to sell something. The [Artifact Merchant] was nodding eagerly. Hed heard of the inn. Hedault was writing down the appointmentand blocking off a lot of his precious time for his clientswhen he heard the noise.

Its the Players of Celum! All of them! Its like a parade!

Someone shouted. Instantly, heads turned. Fans, admirers, and those attracted to the attention drifted down the street. Hedault himself did not. He tried to get the [Merchant]s attention.

The time will beMerchant

The Players?

Then the noise overwhelmed his voice. Hedault turned. The Players of Celum? Hed heard of themhad never attended their playsand he was vaguely aware that the stars of the Players could generate inconvenient crowds wherever they went without bodyguards. But what was the fuss? The [Enchanter]s brows snapped together. Then

Ah. Excuse me.

Hedault removed his spectacles. He wiped them, fastidiously cleaning them with a cloth. They were enchanted not to get dirty, but it was a habit. He put them back on.

Nope. It still looked like a parade. Hedault stared as the first carriage rolled past. The [Actors] were clinging to it, walking along. And there came performers, tumblers, putting on a performance

Theyve hired half of Invrisils performers! Theyre saying someones going to be in the Solstice Booth tonight!

The Solstice?

Hedaults head turned slightly. It couldnt be. Then he focused on a familiar voice. He saw an arguing Dwarf striding along, pointing up ahead.

Thats right! A performance! Line walking, lightsher best routine! Well pay for it! And can we get a reservation at the Djinnis Spoon? Or the best restaurant you can think forlets see, can we rent it? Well trade premium tickets for the plays of your choice! Weve got guests! Eltistiman, whats the news?

Barelle the [Bard] has agreed to perform for the restaurant. Is the [Tumbler] going to do her performance?

Just up ahead! Damn, well never be able to go shopping! Kilkran! Andel! Stop encouraging them! Get all the [Bodyguards] out!

A line of people were preventing the crowd from stopping the [Players] as they ground traffic to a standstill. Jasi, Wesle, Kilkran, they were bad enough in small groups. But this was all of them.

Andel was standing on top of one of the carriages, signing autographs and hurling them into the crowd with Kilkran. People were fighting over them.

And at the center of it, shell-shocked or hugely entertainedor wavingwere the guests.

Ryoka Griffin, sitting next to Fierre, who was open-mouthed with delight. Palt, trotting along and waving. Montressa and Bezale, staring about in delight. Kevin, Joseph, Leon, Troy, Galina, Imani, and Rose, some furtively recording the scene with their smartphones.

Mrsha bouncing on Lyonettes lap as she stared at the colorful Humans all dressed up, cartwheeling and flipping past the slow moving carriage, providing entertainment enroute. Numbtongue in his costume, looking around just as excitedly. Lyonette sat like a[Princess], dignified, but with a flush of excitement in her cheeks.

Selys looked astounded. Salamani was enjoying himself. And there were a few hangers-on whod begged an invitation and got it. Krshia, whod run up from Liscor dragging Elirr, Hexel, and Octavia, a Human that Hedault didnt recognize from the inn, Drassi, Menolit

Some odd representatives there. Theyd begged favors, snuck into the event, all on the name of one person at the center of it. Jasi was waving and trying to speak as, on the other side, Wesle blew a kiss and winked. Hedault stared at Erin Solstice.

Then at the scene. The street was a rush of noise and lights and attention as the procession made its way forwards. Emme was speaking with dozens of people at once. Restaurant? They were fighting for the honorand the publicity! Shows? The group would have to split up, if only because no one could move with all the Players in force, but theyd be entertained until Elisial began! And their guest of honor and her friendspeople were already pointing.

The Solstice Booth. It wasnt a hard connection to make. Hedault had made it in less than a second when hed heard of it. But at lastyou had to ask who that was that the Players were fawning over.

The inevitable was happening. Erin Solstice was the center of tens of thousands of eyes. Visiting nobles who had their reservations at the Djinnis Spoon cancelled, Lady Iekas coach, which had to stop for the VIPs

Behold. Look, and see the person we owe it all to. Our great friend. Chellise, one of the [Actors], jogged up to Mrsha.

Here! Go ahead and shoot them off!

Mrsha took the wand and waved it. The Gnoll saw a glowing will-o-wisp fly upwards. It spun in a crazy pattern into the sky and exploded. Her eyes went round with delight. Numbtongue grabbed one, and more lights illuminated the street.

Hold that pose, Miss! For the Players friends!

A [Speed Painter] was desperately capturing Galina on canvas. More entertainers hurried forwards, all too willing to accept the gold the Players were practically throwing away. If you had the gold and clout Invrisil would light up for you.

The only people not here who could have been were those like Olesm and Maviola, Ishkrwho was on inn-duty, having volunteered for it, Bird, who just wanted leftovers

There they are! Dead gods! Erin! Erin! Let us come, please? We ran as fast as we could when Selys sent us

People shouted and pointed, thinking more entertainers were on the way. The [Bodyguards] keeping the crowds back turned to this new threatand backed up apprehensively. To their relief, the Players recognized the new group and waved them on.

Maughin, Jelaqua, Moore, Seborn, Ulinde, all squeezed into the procession. Anyone who knew Erin Solstice was being let through.

Whoops! Excuse me, Miss. Are you with the inns guests?

The [Guard] let a creeping Gnoll come through behind the Halfseekers. Liska hesitated and checked her apron. It had the inn written on it. How handy!

Yes. Yes, absolutely.

Right this way, Miss.

Ishkr would kill her later. The Gnoll happily swung herself up into one of the open wagons an [Actor] had commandeered. She saw vendors handing out food to anyone who wanted it and waved.

And all of it, all of it was for Erin Solstice. Hedault gave up trying to get the [Merchant]s attention. He wrote a note, attached it to the mans shoulder with some magic, and looked around for an escape route. He had to get those artifacts appraised and evaluate their cost. No time for him to join the chaos.

Besides whichhe looked back. There she was. So many eyes on her as Jasi pointed to say this is my friend! And Wesle stood up to shout for them to hurry up and clear the roads up ahead.

Hedault was no expert on interpersonal communications. He was, by his admission, not a people person. But stillhe was fairly certain as he stared at Erin Solstices face.

Hellish.

The [Enchanter] looked at the [Innkeeper]. Then he shook his head and walked away. And the procession, the attention?

Well, for the [Innkeeper] it only got worse from there.

-

Picture the scene. Nothis was the scene. One of many.

After the procession, which had involved a woman cartwheeling across a rope across two buildings above the [Actors], and an [Illumination Mage]s magical lightshowand Mrsha shooting her illusionary lights nonstop, theyd reached the restaurant.

The Players had to eat for the nights performance to digest in time. But it was going to be nonstop courses, so that was food and entertainment until then! And if they couldnt roam the city because of the crowds outside the Djinnis Spoon, well then, theyd damn well bring the city to them!

Okay, can you do one of all seven of us? Imani, Imani come over here!

One of the higher-level [Artists] was doing a portrait of Kevin and the other Earthers as they posed together. They had to grab Joseph, who kept up his conversation with one of the staff, who was hanging on his every word.

Its easy. Anyone can make a footballIll show you. I have one in my bag of holding, I think

They passed by a Gnoll, who was staring at a floating treat with Jelaqua, Ulinde, and Salamani.

You see, its made of a sugar and lighter-than-air materials. Go ahead and have some. And our next course

A floating candy passed by another group listening to the manager. Fierre snagged it and broke it in half. She passed one to Ryoka as the man talked.

The history of the Djinnis Spoon actually contains two Djinni. I have their names and dates of purchase right here. As well as their naturestheyre not all the same. Lets begin with the first one

Ryoka saw Fierre chewing as she tried to take notes. Maughin was listening as well with his head; his body was keeping Jelaqua company. She glanced over and Montressa was trying to shout-communicate with Eltistiman.

Its what Im saying! Theres potential in Liscor todo you mind me casting a localized [Hush] spell? Look, I know youre with the Players, but the opportunities hereyoure not from Wistram, thats fine. It doesnt matter. We want to operate our own network and youre

Their voices faded out as a bubble of calm emerged around them. That was inconvenient for the Hobgoblin, who was trying to shove food under his helmet. He moved over from his table to the [Actor]s.

Going to write a new play. But Im always running into roadblocks. This Phantom storyI had one just like it!

Andel was complaining loudly. Numbtongue nodded as Lyonette, Kilkran, and Menolit all joined the writer-actor conversation.

Theres always someone whos done the same thing before you. You just have to make it your own.

The [Veteran] opined sagely. Andel nodded and sighed.

But the Phantom is so polished. I was thinking for my next piece something at seaor based in Chandrar? How do you know Erin Solstice, by the way? Im sorry, we havent met

Er

The group ducked as a flashing object nearly hit all of them and bounced off the table. Numbtongue caught it, threw it back.

Sorry!

Palt called out. He handed the ball back, shamefaced, to the [Juggler]. The half-Elf grinned and showed Palt what hed done wrong.

Youre fairly good at this. The trick to the triple loop is

Palt! Stop interrupting the show!

Bezale roared. She and Seborn and Wailant and Viceria were drinking. Just drinking. Bring more, and bring it faster with something good to eat!

And that was just one moment. Mrsha leapt off the table and raced over to stare open-mouthed at the illusionary war that two entertainers were conjuring with artifacts and spells. They were taking requests from Pralcem and some of the [Actors]

Throw a Cyclops in there! Make them fight the [Knights]! Go for it!

A miniature monster roared across the battlefield and charged towards a group of armored figures. Mrsha stared, goggle-eyed, and then one of the entertainers asked what she wanted! She began to write furiously.

What spectacle. What delight! Erin Solstice saw little of it. It was a blur to her; she had the impression of Wesle and Jasi tugging her about. It was when she saw the restroomhandy plumbing and actual bathrooms, a luxurythat she rushed in.

There she threw up. Wellnearly. Her stomach heaved, but not everything went out. Even soErin spat.

Ugh

She clutched at her stomach. It was roiling. Shed never felt like that. Even Xrns teleportation hadnt done that. But thisshe was breathing too fast. Her heart was pounding out of her chest

Erin? You okay in there? Youre going to miss the first course! I told you we shouldnt have given her all those candies, Grev. That and the carriage ride

Jasi knocked on the door. Erin started.

What?

Youve been in there ten minutes! You okay? We have potions if youre feeling sick!

Shed been in here a minute! Seconds! Erin started.

C-coming!

She wandered back out and was lost again. It wasfar too much.

Everyone else was enjoying themselves to some degree. Even those who werent largely socialRyoka includedcould find something here. She had been sticking with Fierre anyways. The two had fun together, which was the point.

Oh wow. Blood pudding. Ryoka, I have to

But Fierre did lose Ryoka at some points. The Djinnis Spoon had tossed out every dish it had, and Fierre attacked the almost-untouched dish. Ryoka abstained.

This is insane.

She thought shed been to events back on Earthand she had now and then. But the Players were properly rich and well-connected. Ryoka looked around for Erin. She saw Mrsha and Selys hurrying over, pursued by Lyonette.

Its fine, Lyonette. It washes out! Lets dye a pattern, Mrsha! You too, Lyonette!

Ryoka saw them hurrying over to a [Magical Tattooist], who was doing temporary work on more than just skin. The Players had brought in so many entertainers! She saw the guests availing them nonstop of the services. No one was demanding a price; theyd get it from Emme.

And this is me? How wonderful. Is this how I look? I see. I see. Thank you.

Ryoka Griffinstopped. She turned her head slowly.

No.

Someone was inspecting a miniature sculpture of herself, made out of wood. The [Carver] had even given it color. It was striking. Oliveskin, not olives, although Maughin was filling his plate with them for some reasontone, delicate features.

Vibrant, just, beautiful hair. Blue hair. Well, not blueazure was a better color. And that voice.

Ryoka Griffin turned and saw a Human woman tucking the sculpture away. She turned. And her eyes were only one colora pale pink. She stared at Ryoka as she lifted the glass to her lips.

Oh. Hello.

X

The Human woman smiled at her. Ryoka stared. She was here? Xrn tilted her head, just like she would have as an Antinium.

It is the hair, isnt it? No one else noticed, however.

How? You can shapeshift? Is it an illusion or

The Small Queen smiled. It was an unfamiliar expression on her face, as if she didnt know how to make all the muscles work.

Is it so surprising? I am a magic-user. Of course I can hide.

I didnt knowIve never heard of you doing it.

Of course not. If you did, everyone would always be so careful. This is good food. Would you like a shrimp? I did not think Humans ate bugs. But I am much entertained. I will take some food back for the Antinium.

Ryoka looked around. But Xrns comments were lost in the chaos. Kevin, Leon, and Troy were staring at a contortionista Naga. Which was either cheating or brilliant.

This is insane. Do you do this often? The Walled Cities?

No it is not insane. Sometimes, and not in the Walled Cities. It is too dangerous if I were found out. But Invrisil is fine. At least, with a magic door so close by.

Xrn took a swallow of food and bit the shrimps head off. Ryoka watched her crunch happily.

How? Is this your magic?

Yes. Why are you so surprised at what I can do, Ryoka? I told you. I am a [Thaumaturge].

I dont see how you can do so much. None of the other Wistram [Mages] can do what you can. Its like

Teriarchs magic. Ryoka bit her lip on that. Xrns eyes twinkled. They changed color to bright gold. She answered as she found a tray of some kind of delicate sugar glass spiderswhich were walking about. Only Jelaqua and a few others like Numbtongue had tried them. Xrn began shoving them into a bag of holding without a moments hesitation. She answered Ryoka as one of the [Waiters] stared at her, then hurried into the kitchen.

I do not cast magic the same way as [Mages]. Because my method and understanding is like red and blue.

Not night and day or some other analogy? Ryoka hesitated.

Some similarities?

Xrn twinkled at her.

Yes. Magic is not like how they understand it for me. Because I am different.

In what way?

The Antinium sighed. She pointed upwards.

What do you think I see, Ryoka Griffin? I see how magic flows. I see how to use it. I see what other [Mages] have yet to learn. Ooh. What is that?

She stared at one of the salt-geese and hurried over. Ryoka pursued.

But that doesnt explainyou can cast any spell you want to, or so it seems. How do you just make spells?

Xrn considered that as she nibbled on some salt. She gestured with her hands.

I think it is the misconception of magic of other spellcasters in how they use it. For them, spells are boxes you fill with the right things. You can adjust the box. But boxes they remain. I treat magic how I please. If I need a boxI make a box. This should not surprise you, though. You use wind magic like I do.

She looked at Ryoka. The Wind Runner blinked.

I do?

Of course you do. Or ratherthe wind moves because of you. Interesting, interesting. I did not notice that. Youre not doing it. Magic shapes itself because you are there. Interesting. I have seen that before.

Xrn peered at Ryoka. Then lost interest.

Alas. If only you were Antinium. If only Antinium could cast magic. I would have made an army of spellcasters. Regular Antinium have nostorage for mana. We are not made like you or animals. We possess nothing to shape the world. Even the First Queen did not know what she made; I was an experiment, the Centenium made to harness magic. Few others were ever made like me. Now, I am alone.

She stood there. And her Human features betrayed what Ryoka hadnt spotted on her Antinium ones. Melancholy. Xrn smiled after a moment.

Perhaps that too can change. But even an Individual cannot form a mana centerunless it can? Do something.

She poked Ryoka in the chest. Ryoka stared at Xrn. Same Antinium, different body. She hadan answer. Ryoka took a breath.

Have you ever fed an Antinium a diet of mana potions regularly? In increasing amounts? Im told that other people do that.

Xrn stopped crunching sugar glass spiders. Her eyes focused on Ryoka.

How fascinating.

Ryoka wondered what shed just done. Or if that was nothing. But someone clapping her hands loudly from the stage at the front of the room made everyone look up.

Attention! Everyone shut up for a moment! That means you, Kilkran!

The hubbub died down. Emme pointed to the figure on stage.

I present: Barelle the [Bard]! Who has graciously agreed to give us a performance! He will be putting on Ten Comedies of Terandria, his own work!

Ladies and Gentlemen. And [Actors] too.

Barelle the [Bard] spoke and Ryoka felt a tingle run down her spine. Now there was a voice.

It was true that the Players had upstaged Invrisils entertainment scene with their newfangled plays. But Invrisil had always been the place where high-level entertainers came. Like other major cities of Izril, it was a tourism hub.

The City of Adventurers was more renowned for its high adventurer population and thus shops and services than, say, First Landing or Zeres, trading ports or ancient capitals of Drake and Human might. But it still attracted the rich and powerful from far and wide.

Both as guests of the city and performers. Barelle the [Bard] was one such. He got a laugh from the Players for his copy of how they addressed their audience. And he had a lyre.

He strummed it now and Numbtongue looked up. But like everything of this worldmagic added a second element.

Barelles lyre was a modification of the standard, seven-stringed lyre. And while Numbtongue might have vouched that his guitar was an advancement of one of the older instrumentsthey both had the same origin in how they were made.

Yet Barelles lyre had fourteen strings. Seven were the regular ones, delicately strung, possibly Pegasus hair or some perfect material along the work of art that was his lyre. But seven more lay behind the ordinary seven.

Each one was a different color. Each one glowed. And when Barelle plucked the one shining like ivory, the sound it made

Silence. Mrsha, trying to punch more room into her tummy, looked up. Numbtongue stared. The [Actors], guests, all listened.

That soundwas not normal. It had no chord Ryoka could place. It was eerie, higher-pitched. But Barelle playedone ivory note, five mortal chords.

And he had his audience spellbound.

It is my honor to perform for fellow tellers of stories today. I am looking forwards to your performance of Elisial tonightand I will do my best to entertain you now.

The [Bard] announced with a smile. He plucked another string, this one bright green, and the air came to life. It was the sound of spring. Ryoka had to know what the lyre was. Would the fae? Surely they would love it. This was a storyteller to tell stories worthy of them.

Eat, speak, dine, and of course, enjoy. I only ask that you give me time to perform without having to compete.

Everyone nodded at that. Barelle went on.

I am a [Fartraveller Bard], a [Bard of Stories]. I have been both. I have seen terrible tragedies, walked through war, and spoken with those who fought against legends, both monsters and men like the King of Destruction. I have performed for [Kings] and [Beggars] and been humbled by both former and latter. Tonight though, I think we have no time for such stories. Nor shall I compete with Elisial!

Too right, because youd lose!

Andel spoke up. There was a laugh; Ryoka felt like kicking the [Writer]. But Barelle chuckled along.

We all tell stories. So today, while you sup, I shall relate ten comedies of Terandria. Fools and fantasy all!

He plucked at a third magical chord. This one was bright, like a yellow canarys feather. And when it hummedit sounded like the very essence of laughter. More followed, provoked by the sound itself.

Now this was entertainment! Two thirds of the room immediately drifted over. Including Xrn. She looked back at Ryoka and nodded to Barelle as if to saysee? This is what I meant.

This is magic too.

Ryoka got it. Barelle looked across the room. He smiled

And made his first mistake. Not that he could have known.

But first, an ode. I was asked to make a brief sonnet, some poor verse to honor the guest of the hour! A young woman whoas I understand itfits with every story and legend I know! I should be honored to speak to the woman herself

Every head began to turn. And the [Innkeeper], who had been relaxing next to Grev and Jasi and Wesle, suddenly stiffened again. Barelle was looking at her. He played a fourth note. This one pulsed like midnight, and the air darkened. Like that of a stage in itself.

A young woman who led an army to battle. Who rescued adventurers from a dungeon. Whoand I have seen this myself! Fought Wyverns in the City of Inventions. The very same young woman who helped create the Players of Celum! There are those who change this world for good or ill. Flos Reimarch. Mihaela Godfrey. Xrn, the Small Queen.

His eyes flickered. Ryoka started. But Barelle continued without missing a beat.

This young woman has done so much already. Alreadythree cities and more are connected, across hundreds of miles thanks to her! Already, a team of adventurers reached Gold-rank for her help! I am speaking of course, of Erin Solstice. And to her, I shall play

Erin Solstice heard a roaring sound in her ears. She saw Barelle, in a shroud ofmist? Speaking. And people were looking at her. ApplaudingErin didnt hear it.

The [Bard] began to play. Erin took a breath. Then another. Jasi was beaming. Grev looked smug. WesleWesle picked up on it. Everyone was watching Barelle and he was concentrating as he played, using the magical notes sparingly. But his eyes were on his audience too.

Erin?

But she didnt hear Wesle speaking. Barelle had begun singingbut he stopped. Erin saw him lower his hands. And then everyone was looking at her again. The [Innkeeper] tried to rise. Jasi was touching her arm. Erin looked around. She took another breath

And then she fainted.

-

It was her fault. A few minutes later, when Erin woke up in the staff room, that was the first thing she said. Of courseit was jumbled, what with everyone asking how she was, concerned

Ryoka got it. So did Jasi, Wesle, a few others when they saw the problem. But it was all Erins fault, obviously.

She should have said it. She had put off the Players for so long, and the trouble was theyd believed her. When she should have said the truth.

Which was that thisthis wasnt what Erin wanted.

Kilkran couldnt even understand it. He thought Erin was sick. Something gone down wrong? Others sort of got it, like Jelaqua opining that Erin had had too much excitement while she comforted a worried Mrsha with Moore.

But it was the half-Giant. Ryoka, Sebornprobably Viceria to some degree. Numbtongue at times. Hedault for sure.

It was that Erin did not enjoy huge crowds. Or all the attention being on her. She was, in a new parlance that Rose kept telling to non-Earthers, an introvert. Which was an odd thing to call Erin.

Erin, the [Innkeeper]? The same young woman who ran a huge inn? Whowas really bad at managing staff? Who liked to sit with her friends rather than talk to everyone at once? Who, up till coming from Earth had played chess

That made more sense. Still odd. Still strange, to people who lived for attention. Because they thrived on it. Erin on the other handcould wave a flag in the middle of a street, stand down a riot. If she had to. If it mattered.

This grand party was not for her, anyways. She wasnt someone who came from a big city, or who went to parties all the time. Erin Solstice woke up. She saw the others keeping her well-wishers back.

Erin? Are you okay? Im sorry if we overburdened you

Jasi was looking at Erin. The young woman babbled.

ImnotI have to

The [Actress] drew back. Erin tried to breathe. Again, the world grayed out around her. She felt dizzy, sick. She had to go! This was too much, too

Calm. The calming winds from Pheislants shores/Makes me return evermore.

Someone sang for a moment and Erin heard it, over the pounding of her ears. The others drew back. ThenBarelle the [Bard] was sitting there. He had played on his lyre. A blue chord, deep as the sea. But gentle.

Miss Solstice, I apologize for my performance. It was a poor one and I took it too lightly. Another sign I have yet to master my craft.

The [Bard] sat there. Erin looked at him. She inhaledand realized everyone else was gone. Hed ushered them out of the room.

Oh. ImIm sorry.

Dont be. I also have to apologizeI exiled your friends. They meant well, but I think less people would be helpful, dont you?

The [Bard] looked at Erin. She nodded meekly.

Im sorry. I ruined your performance. I didnt mean to. It was justtoo much. Ive never done that before. Ever.

Fainted?

She nodded, blushing. Shed neverand shed fought Skinner! Shed been in far worse situations. She was reminded of the Christmas partywhy did it always happen like that?

You strike me as someone who does poorly at events not of your choosing. Fight your battle where you want. Mihaela Godfrey, who was in the news today, was like that. She could walk into a room and demand attention, but throw her a surprise party and shed run off rather than deal with it. I should knowI was booked for one and she left after two minutes.

The [Bard] winked. Erin felt a bit better. She knew he was trying to encourage her. And it was working. She took another breath. Then she tried to swing her legs off the couch.

I should get up. Reassure everyone

Sit.

The [Bard] was commanding without his lyre. Erin sat. She inhaled. And after a while, she felt better.

Theyre wrong. Whatever they told you. Im not likesomeone from stories.

Oh, really?

The [Bard] was adjusting his lyre. In the main part of the restaurant, it sounded like the staff were doing their best to regain the night. Erin heard the fwoosh of someone grilling something hard. Barelle nodded to Erin.

What you perceive about yourself is not what others see. But tell me, Miss Solstice. What makes you unworthy of the praise?

Erin didnt even have to think. She shook her head.

Its just not true. Those things happenedbut it wasnt me. Ive never been a heroic, super-brave person who can solve things. I have never beaten those monsters or saved anyone alone. All I have done on my own is kill people. But I have amazing friends. Heroes have stayed in my inn. And I fed them waffles.

He laughed. Erin tried to smile.

Im sorry. I should have just said no and let everyone else have the party. Im bad at them. I can throw a partyin my inn. But out here?

She shuddered. All those people staring at her.

I dont want to be treated like that. I get nervous. Horribly sweaty. Id rather be

In her room, playing a game of chess with her opponent. Curled up reading Mrsha a story. That was fun for Erin.

The [Bard] nodded understandingly.

And that is perfectly fine. I confessMiss Emme talked you up so much I thought you would love my performance. I should have looked at you first. Again, I apologize. It is my job. Ill leave you; I just wanted to check up on you. Shall I tell your friends youre well?

Yes. Please. Thank you, and again, Im sorry.

The [Bard] smiled.

Miss Solstice, well certainly speak again. If only because your unusual friend seems to want to inspect my lyre. How ever did you find a fellow student of the craft among Goblins?

She stared at him. Barelle winked.

[Know Thy Audience]. Id better earn some gold.

He left. Erin wanted to talk to him. Shehad nearly asked him to stay. But wouldnt that put upon the [Bard]that Wesle and the others had hired to perform for her?

She hung her head. She was bad at this. At being the target of gratitude. And it was a skill. Erin felt embarrassed. Ashamed. And still.

She looked around the fancy restaurant. This wasnt where she wanted to be. She should have told them that. They loved it, the Players. This was big dreams and Hollywood. Erin

Stood up. Just for a moment. She took a breath.

-

Ryoka Griffin stopped before she entered the back rooms to check on Erin. She needed Barelle to perform at the Solstice party! Unrelated to Erinwell, shed be therewhatever! He seemed used to the request.

The [Emperor]? Certainly, Miss Griffin. Well talk, shall we? But I do need to get up on stage before Miss Emme hamstrings me

Ryoka pushed into the back room. Yes! Also, Barelle was definitely onto Xrn. Hed kept away from her the entire time. He seemed more curious of Numbtongue and vice versa. She hoped it wouldnt come to anything.

But this was a party and XrnRyoka pushed into the back room. She looked around. Then she swore.

Erin?

Predictably, the [Innkeeper] was already gone. The back door was ajar. And Ryoka Griffin suddenly had a problem.

-

Erin Solstice was just going for a little walk, really. She knew it was badbut she had to leave. She could predict her friends flooding in to check on her. She justneeded to step outside.

There were [Guards] outside the inn. No, [Bodyguards]. Including

Redit?

The [Bouncer] turned.

Miss Solstice? Everything okay?

The line of guards was blocking anyone from intruding on the party not on the list. Erin hesitated, then smiled.

Yeah! Just going for a quick walk. That okay?

Redit exchanged glances with the other [Bodyguards].

Youre the guest, Miss Solstice. Need an escort?

Naw. They dont know me, right?

Erin peeked at the crowd staring at the restaurant. Redit grimaced.

Theyve got the [Actors] memorized. Some might pick you up, butChanne, Channe, get over here.

A female [Bodyguard] jogged over. She was the most built half-Elf Erin had ever seen. She also carried brass knuckles.

Problem, Redit?

Can you give Miss Solstice a [Veil of Inconspicuousness]? She wants to go for a walk.

The half-Elf gave Redit a thumbs-up. Erin expected some magic, but the half-Elf drew a box around Erin with her finger.

Good for two minutes. If youre going, Miss Solsticejust wave and well grab you, dont try to push through. Good way to get an elbow in the face if we dont recognize you in time.

They were playing a prank on her! Erin was amused, but she stepped into the crowd. They focused on herthey looked past her, bored.

Does anyone see anything? Wheres the guests? Let us in!

They went back to chanting. The [Bodyguards] held the line. Erin slipped away, tickled pink. Well, what a cool Skill! You learned something new every day.

And she wondered if her inn Skill could tackle that? Her aura. How strong was Channe versus Erin? If she tried to, say, help a little Gnoll steal cookies and Erin was guarding the jar? Erin bet that inconspicuous didnt help if you were on high-alert for anyone.

But it was perfect for this! Erin sighed in relief. Two minutes. Shed go for a ten-minute walk, and then, properly braced, shed be the perfect guest. She really did have to say sorry. It was justnot her, yknow?

Yknow?

Erin looked around. Someone stared at her. She gave the person a smile and they walked past her, shaking her head. She liked that. Wellnot that, but Erin liked not being the center of everything unless she had to.

If the Players had rented the restaurant and theyd had a more low-key thing, it probably would have been fine. If Erin could have been a guest in the theatre in the crowd, not in the super-popular boothshe probably would have accepted.

Im stupid.

The [Innkeeper] kicked down the street. She just didnt want to impose. But shed imposed by not imposing. Figure that one out. Andit really was an imposition.

You mean to say, sir, that our entire booking for the night is cancelled?

A man was standing in the street, staring towards the DjinnisSpoon. He looked rich. AlthoughErin eyed him as she passed byhe was wearing armor. Armored cloth? It looked like someone had decided to create a suit of cloth that could function as armor.

Impractical, but magical. His servant or whomever it was, was cringing.

It appears our booking was overturned by thethe Players of Celum.

The ones whose play were supposed to attend tonight at such cost? Wonderful.

The man sighed. The people around him did not look amused. One put a hand on his side.

The honor of

Leave it, man. Leave it. No duels in Invrisil! Not now. What are we going to do for food? Send to the other restaurants. Why was the entire place booked, pray?

As the man stammered, Erin resisted the urge to go over and poke the guy in the side and apologize. She did notbecause that would be a bad idea. But see? Did you see what they had done? This poor group ofrich peoplewith enchanted swords and fine dresses would have to go to a four-star restaurant instead of

Erin decided her pity was better reserved for herself. She walked past the group. Further into Invrisil. And promptly got lost.

-

Oh no. Oh no. Hey, does anyone know where the Djinnis Spoon is? That way? Thanks!

Twenty minutes later, Erin was jogging back the way shed come. She was asking for directions, which she should have done fifteen minutes ago! But shed gotten lost, thought she knew the way back, went completely the wrong direction by taking too many lefts

She hadnt wanted to ask. Again, she could run up to people, scream in their faces about Shield Spiders attacking, and lead the counterattack. But Erin would prefer not to.

She hurried down the street. This wasnt a good part of Invrisil. How did Erin know? Less glass. Lesspeople. Less nice looks. She could have sworn

Erin looked around nervously. Was that a scream? How bad was Invrisils crime? She felt nervous and reached for her side. The streets were emptying out.

Lost your way, Miss? Need an escort?

A man smiled at her. It was the kind of smilethat suggested a lot of things. Like I could help, and perhaps if you dont let me help, I could turn mean.

Im fine, thanks!

Erin smiled at him. He walked over.

No need to be worried, Miss. I could help

Erin pulled out a knife and a jar of acid. The man focused on Pelts specialty kitchen knife. And the glowing jar. He sized up Erin.

The Level 44 [Innkeeper] looked at thespot where the man had been. He was hurrying off. His [Dangersense] told him that little jar was more than he wanted to deal with.

Erin was not in danger. Some of the people eying her up decided they had better things to do. The [Innkeeper] put the jar back. She had healing potions, some alchemy stuff, and acid.

Im trying to go back to my restaurant! Anyone wants to stop me, they can drink acid!

She hollered. A few figures loitering around an alleyway disappeared. Those might have just been pedestrians or residents who had no nefarious designs on Erin to begin with, but shed just upgraded her threat ranking from stupid tourist to well-armed lost person, to potential mugger in her own right.

Oh, how the tables turned. Erin stomped down the street.

Rather be mugged than have this huge party thrown for me. Grumble grumble grumble grumble

She stopped saying grumble as she heard a shout. No, a scream. Erin whirled. Knife! Jar of acid! Instant d

Oh. It wasnt her. Someone else was in trouble.

[Thief]!

What a common phrase! And yetErin had never actually seen the scene playing out in front of her. An older woman was pointing at a fellow running for it with her actual purse. It was such a clich that Erin wished she had a camera to take a picture.

Whoa.

The woman was crying out for the man to stop. No one else was stopping the man. Erin raised her jar of acid.

Then she stared at it. Jar of acid.

She raised her knife. Then she eyed it.

Pelts knife. Darn! She looked around. No frying pan. Nothat potion was explosivedid she not have a non-lethal throwing object? She looked for stones, rockswhy were there no rocks?

The [Thief] was already past her and turning. Erin ground her teeth. Maybe if she aimed for a leg? But Pelts knife would probably sever bone. Maybeit was too late. Darn.

She couldnt catch the [Thief] if she ran, anyways. He was fast and Erin was shorter than Ryokaand also not Ryoka.

She heard the woman cry out one last time. Thena curse.

Blow my hat clean offTeor, the bag!

Someone bellowed right next to Erin. She whirledand a man with a hat, slight, inconspicuous, shouted. He was pointing after the [Thief]! She nearly stabbed himuntil she saw another fellow burst out of nowhere. He charged after the thief like a blur. And he was wearing a tricorne. A triangularhat

Erin heard a shout, a scuffle, and ran. She was aware of the man behind her moving back, but she was armed and ready for

The young fellow emerged with the womans bag. Erin paused and saw the [Thief] had been neatly wrapped up.

In that someone had just thrown him into the wall and he was currently lying on the ground, making a wheezing, moaning sound. Erin eyed him. She eyed the young man. He halted, instantly lifted his hat.

Miss. Excuse me.

He trotted down the street. Erin saw the distressed woman, whod been desperately running after her purse, stop uncertainly. But the young manTeor?tipped his hat.

Your purse, maam. Terribly sorry to see such a thing happen.

Oh. T-thank you?

She backed away. The young man tipped his hat again. Erin stared as he walked back. A bit shame-faced, actually. A second fellow appeared out of an alleyway.

Teor. The next time you should see a lady in distress like that, dont wait for the order.

Im sorry, Crimshaw. I was about to, but I was under the impressionthe apprehension that our job

Its whats right and proper, Teor. Weigh it, but if its that

Yes, Mister Crimshaw. Of course, sir. Im terribly sorry. It wont happen

Erin stared as the two menboth with hatssuddenly glanced up. They tipped their hats towards her and gave her an innocent smile. Which fooled her not. She looked around.

Nothing behind her. Nothing to her left, to her rightErin did a slow rotation. And at last, her eyes focused on the fellow stepping around her.

Aha!

He sighed. The inconspicuous man finally became noticeable to Erin as she concentrated. He was hard to spot!

Good evening, Missterribly sorry to get in your way. Let me just

He tried to walk down the street. Erin pointed at his back.

Oh no you dont! Youre one of them! Thethe hatmen!

Teor and Crimshaw looked up. Erin tried to remember.

The Brothers ofofSerendipitous Meetings! I knew it! Wheres Wilovan and Ratici? They sent you, didnt they?

The man with the hat tried to escape.

I think you have the wrong fellow. Im sorry, but I truly have to go, Miss. Hate to be rude, but

Erin narrowed her eyes. Crimshaw, Teor, and the third hatman tried to stroll off. They were quick, professional.

But this was her in her element. Erin began to walk after them.

-

The Honorable Hatmen of Invrisiland other parts of Izril come to thathad an unexpected guest. They did not like unexpected guests.

And true, the [Gatekeeper] could keep an army off them if he had to. But Teor still hurried in, hat in his hands, to address Wilovan and Ratici.

I cant make up for it, sirs. I take full responsibilitybut theres a bit of a problem

Ratici and Wilovan looked up from where they were relaxing, their usual suits off, enjoying the impropriety of being. They listened. They looked at each other.

Five minutes later, Erin Solstice walked into the Brothers safe house. She should not have been able to enter. Wilovan and Ratici had, in fact, been telling Teor to turn her away.

How did you

Ratici stood up. Erin looked around.

Whoa. So this is your place? Wow. Its like a secret hidwait a minute. Yeah, that was stupid, even for me.

She slapped her face. The Gentlemen Callers stared. How?

Erin walked over.

Hey Wilovan, Ratici. You put those Brothers on me, right? We have to talk about that. I meanthey did the right thingbut its getting weird. That guy was on my butt the entire time and I never noticed! Its a tiny bit creepy.

She pointed at the inconspicuous [Stalker], who was in fact a [Shadow] since [Stalker] was too predatory for their group. The man looked hurt.

I made no affectations towards your rear end, Miss Solstice. Were here to protect. I swear on my hat.

Miss Solstice. How did you get in?

The Brothers were staring at Erin. A woman in their safe house? It wasnot unheard of. But a gentleman did not bring a lady here if he happened to find company. It was disrespectful to everyone. The only people who entered of a feminine persuasion were other people who might need a place to hide out, other gang members who wanted to negotiate and so on, by invitation, and [Cleaners] if the situation got truly desperate.

Erin winked.

That old guy? Amel? I talked him into it. I wasnt a threat and he searched me for magic stuffhes holding onto my bag of holding and other gear. Im unarmed!

She said that like it wasnt astounding she got in anyways. Amel? Raticis jaw was hanging open.

We pay him not to let people in!

Yeah. Well, dont blame him. He knew I knew you two. Plus. I bribed him.

With what? A diamond the size of my face?

Erin snorted.

No, with something he wanted. Tickets! Jasi gave me some to give out. Three. For him and his grandkids. And an autographed card with a signature of her and Wesle on it.

The Gentlemen Callers stared. Thiswas a kind of talent that ran opposite to theirs. Ratici and Wilovan sat there. Then they hurriedly put on their hats, vests, and looked around.

Company, gentlemen! Straighten up! Let me present

-

Erin Solstice was procrastinating. She knew it. But the Gentlemen Callers offered her tea, and she really did want to know about the Brothers.

She thought they were good people. At the very leastone of them had gone to stop that [Thief]. Petty crime was common in a city. And apparently, the Brothers didnt stand for it.

Of course not. Should a man stand by if a ladyor other fellow for that matteris in distress?

Wilovan looked offended just at the suggestion. There were nods around from the crowd of hatted men sitting and sipping tea. Erin looked around.

But you do hit people on the head and steal their money.

The Brothers coughed. An [Enforcer] that Numbtongue would have known leaned forwards earnestly.

Delicately, Miss Solstice. The right application of force is an art. And we do it to people in a way such that they wake up inconvenienced. But not dead. Safer all around. We might be a menace, but only to some sorts.

I see. And a [Thief]?

Steals from the sort that wont mind it. Let me be clear, Miss Solstice. Its only to do what we vouchsafed to you before: sleep well at night. We are not

Ratici trailed off. The room fell silent. And there it was.

Erin had never really met criminals. Shed met monsters. Goblins, Antinium. But the worst criminals shed met were Pisces, the imposter who had been Regrika Blackpaw, andLyonette. This was a different lot.

The [Innkeeper] sipped from her cup of tea. She looked around and eyed Teor. The young Brother was in disgrace.

SoTeor would have rescued that old womans purse if I wasnt there?

I should in any circumstance barring a greater need, Miss Solstice. Im new, and still learning the ropes, as it were.

The young man looked embarrassed. Wilovan nodded.

The Brotherstake recruits. The right sort.

Honorable?

There was that pause again. Wilovan carefully sipped tea.

He and Ratici were the only two non-Human Brothers. Erin wondered if they were unique, or just rarer. Certainly, the Brothers were based in the north. Aside from thatthey were cosmopolitan as could be. Well, among the male gender. Sovery exclusive.

Depends on your definition, Miss Solstice.

That came from the older Brothers. But Teor seemed to want to object. And Erin saw that.

The Brothers only go after rich targets?

Only richwell, thats a matter of practicality, Miss Solstice. But theres a second qualifier. Onlythe sort who we feel itd be a disservice not to inconvenience.

Ah. The Brothers probably didnt rob rich children. Erin smiled. And then she came out with it.

So youd never just rob a guild, right, Teor?

Absolutely not, Miss Solstice. Thats livelihoods at stake. If we went after the Guild, itd be

Too late, Ratici shot the young man a warning look. Teors lips compressed. Erin lowered her cup.

I knew it. Why didnt you tell me?

Every eye turned to Wilovan and Ratici. The two looked at each other. At last, Wilovan sighed.

Gentlemen. Terribly sorry, but might we have a moment?

The others cleared out. Erin felt bad for Teor, but she had to know. Wilovan and Ratici sat there. After a moment, Ratici produced something.

Sugar?

Oh, thanks.

Erin had been sipping gently. She took a cube from the bowl. Stirred it.

There they sat. After a moment, Erin broke the silence.

I asked if you did it. And you said does it matter? Whyd you say that, Wilovan?

The Gnoll sighed. He adjusted his tall hat and sat back. Ratici grimaced. It was the Drake who spoke first.

Miss Solstice. I never brought it up because a fellow shouldnt pick at detailsbut you calling us the Honorable Hatmen

Did I hurt your feelings? I do that. Im sorry.

The Drake almost smiled. He adjusted his seat, looked down, looked up at her.

No. It was pleasant. But untruthful. We are not honorable.

Says the guys who take from the rich

And keep it for ourselves. Honoramong thieves, Ive heard the saying. I think you have, Miss Solstice?

She nodded. Ratici shook his head.

The point is that its a joke. We do what we do and it is still mugging. Just a particular sort. Perhaps you might find that better thanthe Sisters of Chellbut they have their honor. We are both on the wrong side of the law. As for why we ran?

He looked at Wilovan. The Gnoll removed his hat, pulled some hair off, and looked at Erin.

Were an unscrupulous sort, Miss Solstice. Why do we run if we didnt commit this crime? Because weve done something. In our casesenough so that any Watch Captain not bought and paid for would put us away forever regardless.

And there it was again. Guilt. Erin stopped smiling.

Oh.

We rob certain sorts. Wedont hit the Jewelers Guild usually because the staff get punished. Also, that was a small take, frankly.

Erins brows rose. Wilovan hurried on.

But sometimes, a plan goes wrong. Sometimes theres lessscrupulous sorts to lighten their purses. Sometimes another gang decides they want our cut. When they dothe hats come off. Thats what they say of us. The Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings are perfect gentlemen. Until the hats come off.

Oh.

It all made sense. Erin sat back. The two Callers looked at her, expectantly. It was Wilovan who said it.

We are not good men, Miss Solstice. Thank you for helping us get away. But if you should expect it of uswe will let you down some day. Sooner than wed all like. Im grateful for your generosity. But it would have been better if we were just unobtrusive the entire time our contract ran. Our failing.

I get it. And youre right. If you had stolen stuffI wouldnt have been sure I wanted you in my inn. Even if it was a jerk from the old Council.

Erin muttered. The two nodded. You see? Uncertainty. It was better not to mix. Ratici pulled his cap lower. Erin sat there for a moment. Then she looked around.

The Brothers were watching surreptitiously at a distance. They all looked the other waybut they were trying to be gentlemen. And even gentlemen eavesdropped. Erin smiled slightly.

What a silly group of guys. What a funny gangshe sighed as she stood up. The two Callers stood to walk her out. Erin turned and stopped them.

Ratici, Wilovan, Brothers. I dont know you too well. But from what Ive seenwe might not see eye to eye. And I dont like crime. If you did something in my inn, Id do something about it. Even if I saw it. Even if you were mugging some jerk like Lislike some jerk. Because I dont want someone to break the law like that around me.

They nodded. Erin went on, looking at both Callers earnestly.

You are criminals. But Im sure of this. There are worse people in the world than you. You probably arent good men.

She met their eyes. Then the [Innkeeper] smiled.

But I dont think youre bad guys.

The two blinked. The Brothers stirred. And thenErin winked. And that was it.

They chuckled, and then laughed. Erin looked at the two Callers as they blinked at her, then smiled and tipped their hats. That was all.

You can visit my inn. Zevaras probably not cool with youbut theres criminal and evil. I have Goblins. Just dont steal anything in Liscor, please.

Miss Solstice. May I just say youre the most interesting [Innkeeper] Ive ever met?

Ratici peered at Erin. She laughed at him.

I might be. But how many do you meet? I just like weird duos, I guess. The first people I met at Liscor were

She trailed off. Nostalgia, regretbut she was smiling. This world changed. She saw, for a moment, a big, burly Drake with scars, and a Worker-Antinium, jostling to reassure her that Relc was not a Dragon. Then it was gone. And a Gnoll with a top-hat was smiling at her.

They could still be friends. Erin looked at the Brothers. Then at their home.

Do you guys hide here all the time?

We are criminals, Miss Solstice. We do have our entertainments. But a fellow on the wrong side of the law

Erin walked over to Crimshaw and peered around at his room.

Yeah, yeah. But you cant be cooped up forever! You should get out more. In fact

In fact. She looked at the Brothers and her eyes twinkled. Erin might not be good at expressing her feelings. But she was good at improvising. And she just had an idea that would solve her dilemma and do something nice. And wasnt that why her friends liked them? She looked around.

Say, fellows. Do you like fine art? And umfood?

The Brothers stared at her. Offended, for the first time by the question. Did they like? She might as well have asked if they liked hats!

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Later, and yes, it was later, Ryoka Griffin looked at Erin Solstices embarrassed smile. The search partythose who werent looking and causing havocstared at her with wroth. Ryoka turned to a stranger no one had ever seen before.

Can I borrow? Thank you.

Xrn handed Ryoka her staff. Ryoka smacked Erin on the head with it.

Ow! Ryoka, that hurts likewas that how hard I hit you?

Erin clutched at her head. Ryoka raised the staff again and a man cleared his throat.

Im terribly sorry, and we of course take full responsibility. Just a bit of a to-do after a lady got her purse snatched.

A man tipped his hat at her. Erin eyed Wilovan and the group behind her.

Erin. What is this?

Eltistiman looked like he was about to laugh or run. And if the hats came offhe probably would. But Erin was beaming in that way of hers.

I brought guests! I thought you said I could bring whoever I wanted! And for the play?

Yes, but

Emme and Grev, who knew something of who these strange men were, spluttered. But Erin insisted. And as it happenedthe Brothers were the best of guests.

Dinner was nearly over, anyways. So the group marched towards the Seasons Theatre. People stared. They took note. And yes, it was attention and yes, people stared at faces. It bothered Ryoka more, the second time.

But Erin Solstice was laughing now. Relaxed. Because some of the people who were being stared at were men who tipped their hats, bemused, even stunned at the attention they normally never got. For a second, the Brothers stood in the limelight. Their hats were plain, but well-kept. For a moment they dazzled like stars.

Thenand thenthe group filed into the booths. Erin Solstice sat, without anyone announcing on stage that they had a special guest. But people stared. They pointed. Because of course, they noticed the booth was full.

The Solstice Booth! They stared upwardsat Joseph, Galina, Troy, Leon, Montressa, Bezale, and some others. Erin sat in one of the other booths, Mrsha on her lap and Lyonette and Ryokas with the Hatmen, Palt, Imani, and watched and laughed and sighed.

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It was a good night after all. Inevitably, word would spread. You couldnt take back microscopes, but there was good for the ill. The Brothers tipped their hats to Erin after the play and the seven-minute standing ovation. They disappeared and the group strolled back to the inn, flushed, talking excitedly. The cast were going to sign autographs for an hour, as they did, and meet them there.

That wasamazing! Its so much different on stage, and with effects!

And when youre not distracted and no ones talking?

Lyonette was smiling too. Erin had to admit that was true. Ratici and Wilovan strolled along at the back, and the Gnoll was talking with Bezaleflirting, rather. The Minotauress was rebuffing him, but not very hard.

It was a fine night. It had been not-so-great in places. Erin had to admit. But like shed told Salissthe good and ill had to mix.

Speaking of whichTyrion Veltras had been popping up in conversation all night. Ryoka had heard his name and since he was on her short list of people she needed, she turned to Fierre.

Whats this about? I thought Couriers were coming from First Landing to deliver the cure. Did something happen?

She saw Fierre staring at her. Ryoka hadnt heard? Neitheras it turned outhad Salamani. Theyd both been occupied. The Vampire girl bit her lip.

Erin had a different thought as Ryoka mentioned Tyrion. She looked around. Shame Maviola hadnt been here, and Olesm. But it was time. Theyd metbut it was really time to get Maviola on board with Ryokas plan.

Tomorrow. Let it betomorrow. For now, Erin thrust open the doors to her inn, ready to begin the second phase of her party, on her terms, in her place.

Im back! Numbtongues here! We got him! Dont worry, Ishkr!

The Gnoll looked up and raised an eyebrow.

I know.

Erin laughed. She motioned the others into the inn.

I forgot to tell yousorry. Or did someone else? There was this thingah, the family meeting! Well do it tomorrow.

She saw Lyonette and Numbtongue exchange a glance. Ishkr leaned on his broom, eying the incoming horde with resignation. He had been enjoying the peace and quiet. He saw Liska trying to sneak past them and his eyes narrowed.

But Ishkr still smiled. The Gnoll had a secret. Two, actually. But the other one was a short-term secret. Not his sisters woes. He nodded towards the inn.

I know Numbtongue is back, Erin. Hes been here ever since you left. You just missed him.

Erin blinked. She looked at Numbtongue. She looked at Ishkr.

Hah. That cant be. Hes right

The Gnoll winked at her. Erin stood there. Numbtongue was here? But he washer eyes widened.

Ryoka saw her run down the hallway. Numbtongue was faster. He burst through the door. People turned. And thereanother Hobgoblin was sitting. Two of them. They turned. And the one who you could mistake for Numbtongue, if you were an idiot and thought all Goblins were the same, rose to his feet.

Numbtongue?

Badarrow got no further because Numbtongue tackled him. And Erin skidded into her inn and saw Snapjaw laughingthen look up.

Then the real drama began.

Authors Note: Believe it or not, I thought this and next chapter could be 1 chapter. How silly. But the author is sometimes silly!

You might be able to tell that this chapter sums up both other side stories. It doesnt give all the fun bits, but thats okay. Its two chapters that lost plus of the chapter scheduled. You do that math.

Hope you enjoy! The next chapter should HOPEFULLY not be this long, but I am in good form for now. Thanks for reading! Ill leave you with some good stuffs!

ArtsyNada has done it again! Shes done another comic, of Imani and Palts food woes, as well as Xrn! We also have Eris, whod done pixel art of Ryoka expression a very common reaction, and Numbtongue! Lastly, but certainly not lastly, AuspiciousOctopi has done a number of very relevant pictures like Fierre, Fuzzylips and Jasi, and more! Thanks so much for the amazing art!

Wonderous Fare, Fierre, Hexel, Fuzzylips and more by /auspiciousoctopi

Facepalm and Numbtongue Animated by Eris!