The Wandering Inn

Book 9: Chapter 32

There was a plan.

There was always a plan. There had to beor else you were winging it and balancing the fate of your nationnationsupon chance and intuition, the thought that you were in command of all the facts, all the knowledge, and were the superior intelligence. Objectively, that was a stupid thing to believe even if you had a hundred brilliant minds all working in tandem, not just one.

You had to have a plan. Not just I know what comes next, but an overall goal you were working towards. Many nations chased, in some kind of endless pursuit, the goals of acquiring more lands, more power, more influence or moneyor were insular in that they followed the leaders, who pursued their own mortal goals.

The smart ones had plans. Khelt had a plan. It had executed its plan. It was executing its plan to stay sovereign, stay safe. When it rested for thousands of years, it slowly built up arsenals and soldiers in pursuit of the plan that Khelta had laid down.

What they were doing nowwas unclear. Presumably, the plan had changed.

Someone who had no plan was Flos Reimarch. The first time, he had a plan. It was a selfish childs plan of conquering as much as he could see. Yes, of safeguarding his people, of winning separate wars and finding his boon companions, his Seven, but underneath it, his will to take Chandrar was the plan.

Right now? He was making his comeback. His swan song, his return to glory, and his dream. That was how it seemed, and if that were the casehe was a fool soon to die.

Therefore, the fact that he is not dead indicates he does have a plan. And it is not just conquering Chandrar. Luck carries him only so far. His levels, his loyal servantshe strikes out like an aimless Hydra at times, but the will behind it speaks of a plan.

This was a change in perception. It came as winter fell on Chandrarliterally.

Snow was raining down from the heavens. So rare a sight on Chandrar that Stitch-folk were stepping outside stucco mud houses and raising their hands to catch it, throwing snowballs even as it melted.

Odd. The Winter Sprites normally skipped Chandrar or went across the coast. This timethey had come in fast. So fast that some of the [Scouts] had thought Takhatres was attacking again, despite sightings putting him on the Nerrhavian warfront.

Did they have a plan? Interesting question. The figure noting the falling snow could not remember ever seeing winter come in so fast. And the Winter Spritescapricious imps that rarely did more than throw snow or blow wind at people.

They looked like they were in a hurry. But the real question was if they were a kind of quasi-Elemental like most believedwhy would one of them, a green one, be following the Wind Runner around Liscor?

No green Winter Sprites have ever been seen before. The Wind Runner may know some kind of old magicbut this is unique. Another caused an avalanche in a Runners Guild. They were seen when the Goblin Lord wiped out a Gnoll tribe. The Wind Runner was in the company of a blue one. These are the reported facts. They areintelligent. Or perhaps another shift is occurring. An Elemental of Law in Riverfarm? Along with Sariants. What do they know?

You could just say it was the changing of an age. But why was the age changing? Secrets of Gnolls were coming to life. Khelt was moving.

There is a plan. And it is deeper than I can fathom. Multiple currents going deep. 

The figure thinking all this was analytical. He was, after all, a [Clerk]. Well, he had been. In fact, he had been one of the worlds finest [Clerks].

Xorne. Exotic to some, but a common enough name for a Stitch-man. He had been very good at his job, which was, among other things, noticing patterns. Making plans. Hed started in a Merchants Guild and moved up to running it. Oddly, hed never become a [Guildmaster], because the management was more fun than rulership, if that made sense. More rewarding.

Nor had he stayed in the Merchants Guild long. Talent was noticed, and like the famous Saliimuch like Yelroan, individuals who helped run giant industrieshe had been headhunted by one of the finest organizers in the world.

Bastion-General Quiteil had personally recruited Xorne. The Stitch-man had gone to 4th Wall and redesigned the modalities of attack and defense, even laid the groundwork for the 5th Walls push. That had been a lot of his life. At 57 years old, hed gone home for a rare break to the Chacesoi Collective, a series of city-states, of which he belonged to Chacesoi itself.

There he had gotten into trouble with the law. Theft, apparently. Very strange for a man who was paid by the Blighted Kingdom and reported to Quiteil himself. Despite the Blighted Kingdoms objections and sending for a [Diplomat], the ruling had been fast.

Hed been executed within the week. A very upsetting event that Xorne still thought of. Beheading. Not as painless as most people thoughtespecially because a Stitch-persons head could feel for a good five minutes before they died.

The Blighted Kingdom was still angry about the event. They had weighed a reprisal, but they always balanced that with what they receivedand a hundred bales of silk for their own Stitch-folk had quieted an immediate, vocal reprisal.

And besidesthe Empire of Sands now ruled the entire western coast down to Roshal. They were as generous as Nerrhaviamore so given the war right now. And doubly besidesXorne, and thus the Emperor of Sands, knew full well hed been sent to investigate in a clandestine manner.

It had never occurred to the Blighted Kingdom that the Emperor of Sands would simply execute a dignitary of Xornes level. But then, they hadnt realized yet what made the Emperor of Sands different.

Xornes head sat on a body that didnt quite match his head. The skin tone was slightly off, and if you noted his head, grey and neat-trimmed, you might wonder why his body seemed to belong to a fitter, younger man.

He didnt care to personalize it. He just sat. And thought. Xorne was in command of many things. For one, the memories of the Emperor of Sands, who he was. Anotherhis personal memories, including all of the Blighted Kingdoms secrets that he was privy to.

The gestalt of the two was fascinating. And yes, he was annoyed about the beheading. When it came time for another head more suited to leading, he would not nominate the young man.

Pathorex, the charismatic prince. The leader from the frontat odds with some of the heads. There was also the pun-spitting Saet-rei, who was charming and cunning and an expert at working the infrastructure of a nation.

Vorrem the Scorpion, from Scaied, was another head. He had met his end in battle against the Empire of Sands when it first emerged, and his head had never been seen publicly. But then, the Emperor or Empress of Sands was very secretive.

They had many heads. Xorne wasnt even the most intelligent or dangerous of the lot. But he wasstable.

Some were not. Death had a way of changing someone. The Emperor, then, was careful about which heads they wore. A bad head could be dangerous. But they had to have a plan.

There was a plan. Xorne had been astonished to learn it when he was inducted, and his thinking now was to gainsay that plan.

The Blighted King did something to procure the heroes. This is a fact.

Are you sure?

The Emperor of Sands looked up. Around him, in walls of hollowed sandstone, oddly cheap for such a regal room, were heads. They stared down at him in his private chambersnot a throne room.

I am certain. During my tenure under Quiteil, I was responsible for safeguarding an excavation. Rather, erasing every single text and record from our military records and collating the information to give to Quiteil himself. He took the singular file for what I could only assume were personal archives in possession of the crown. In fact, a higher-level purge was debated. Some kind of contingency the Blighted Kingdom has in store. That was deemed unnecessary.

Private methods of hiding their deeds? A sticky situation. Or rather, a stitchy situation, eh?

That came from Emira Saet-rei, and the other heads muttered or called out insults. Xorne stared up.

I will have you gagged.

Ill be good. Dont stuff my mouth with cotton. I was just hemping around.

Gag her.

A servant moved in the background. Xorne understood, really. When you were a head, you wereneither the Emperor, nor apart. You were just you. In service to something else.

He considered that he might have found this horrific if he were Xorne, the individual. Then duly reported it to Quiteil, and the Blighted Kingdom would have launched experiments. Perhaps they had. But that would have been classified like this.

He went on, for the benefit of himself and herself.

The excavation was of an ancient ritual scroll. It came from a shattered ruin. Literally melted so deep into the ground it was found by [Blast Miners] digging out Demon tunnels or ore. Yet the scroll was intact. I presume the connection between the [Heroes] and this scroll was the plan. Logic defines it.

Fascinating. Then the Blighted Kingdom knew how to make [Heroes]. Why so many? How could they enable so many? Even one would be difficult, and we know how.

General Vorrem was patently fascinated. He was about to ask a bunch of questions of Xorne, which might get annoying, but the [Clerk] was prepared to listen. Until another voice spoke.

d-dont forget. dont

A voice trickled down, and Vorrem stopped. The other heads, some of which had been mocking Saet-rei, conversing, or demanding to be put onstopped. A silence fell as a head higher up whispered.

The voice was lost. Usuallythis head never spoke and a veil covered it. But when it did

The Emperor of Sands listened to himself. And the voice was mad. If he put on that headhe would do it only as a last resort. No one was mad enough to do it. There was no telling what hed do, then, and the Emperor had to choose to change heads.

But he listened now.

dont forget chance. chance is alwayschaos.

The head whispered down to him. A lost voice seeking a path it no longer remembered. Xorne nodded.

Chaos. Yes. I understand.

good

Then silence. Xorne resumed speaking.

Chaos or chancebut I believe it ties into the [Innkeeper] of Liscor. Cara OSullivan, the Singer of Terandria, perhaps even the Wind Runner and Rmi Canada. All of them. Similar ages. Human. Unique insights or classes. There is a grander scheme.

He was putting it all together, in his meticulous way, and the other heads, despite incredulity or their own biases, listened.

The King of Destruction has a plan. I cannot see itbut I now observe Teresa and Trey Atwood. Our spies cannot get near them thanks to Gazi of Reim. But the commonality

Humans. Do we acquire them? How can they be found?

Data puts them everywhere. The Singers band is comprised of Humans who she picked up in other cities. Magnolia Reinhart has done the same. Wistram has been stealing them.

So has Roshal. Is that why their emissary waits for us?

Vorrem rumbled. The Emperor argued with himself. Many heads did not like Roshal. Others saw them as excellent trading partners. But dangerous.

Oh, they all knew how dangerous Roshal was. At this momentXorne raised his hand.

I will speak to them. A request for audience is unusual. But I will finish my thought. Fetohep of Khelt moving. The King of Destructions goals. There is a plan. Perhaps the Titan knows it. Why did he go to Izril?

Curious.

Mbgmgh.

Saet-rei tried to speak. Wearily, Xorne motioned. He addressed her head.

If you tell a pun, I will have you hung upside-down until I return.

You could get an amazing headache like that, disembodied head or not. Saet-rei made no puns.

Considerinfatuation. I dabbled as a [Matchmaker], and I can tell a smitten heart when I see one. Incidentally, I would like to be worn so I can speak to Lord Pellmia.

Good point. No, to your other request.

This was the benefit of having multiple heads. They were almost done deliberating, but then Saet-rei spoke in a troubled voice.

Morungdervei is dead. Or ratherRastandius is dead. However he called himself. Is it his part of it all? Was it part of his plan?

The heads fell silent, and Xorne spoke. Even in the Blighted Kingdom, the [Soothsayer] had been on a short list of names such as Foliana, Magnolia Reinhart, Saliss, and so on.

Fallen to his own schemes. I wonder how he died. His power wasunsettling.

If they could have, they would have found and taken him, though he could be a double-edged sword, but he had been stubborn, and it hadnt been deemed worth the cost to try. One could argue he had helped make Flos of Reim.

If only by accident.

if he has set in motion any plans, they go onwards without him to guide them. assuming he is dead. too many old powers. the board must be swept clean.

The voice from above, again. A heavy silence fell upon the Emperor of Sands, and even his skin crawled. But then he nodded.

It will be done. First Roshal. Another old power on the move. Let us see why.

Xorne slowly rose and let the servants adorn his body with robes the color of blood. Then he walked from the private rooms to see what Roshal wanted.

He knew the state of the Empire of Sands at this moment. It was ruler of the western coast and now moving inland. Bloody, short wars had gone their way. It had not been so easy last year.

Takhatres, Lord of the Skies, had conducted an incredible campaign against the Empire of Sands, razing villages, harassing armies, and tying down a vast section of the Empire of Sands forces.

But Flos Reimarch had called him back because he was needed. In truthXorne had regarded it as a reductive equation, for all the more warlike heads had been forced to try to deal with such a high-level, mobile force.

Officers, soldiers, supplies, even towns came and went. But Flos had been forced to choose between sabotaging the Empire of Sands own growth and expansion or one of his most powerful assets. He had chosen to recall Takhatres and race the Empire of Sands for dominion.

Thus farhe had fallen behind. Though you could argue that he had done exceptionally well, fighting off multiple giant nations around him.

But the Empire of Sands was expanding, and thus Roshal came to call.

The [Slaver] was a Stitch-woman, and she had expected Saet-Rei. Xorne took some amusement in her discomfort.

Emira Ultce of Roshal. Be seated.

She was prepared, perhaps, for some kind of subtle dance of intrigue and courtly etiquette. Perhaps even an intimate assignationshe had certainly prepared in as much style as Xorne recognized, with a flowery red dress in a Drathian style and an entire entourage of lesser [Slaves] and [Slavers].

Even a Djinni. Xorne eyed it as the [Slaver] was thrown off. Perhaps he was the wrong head for this matterbut he was curious as to why Roshal had come.

The Slavers of Roshal cared not who held the reins of power. When a nation of Chandrar changed hands, they sent an emissary and, sometimes, gifts or threats or bribes, but always just to ensure that the old treaties were intact.

Free rein to ply their trade. The chance to bid on prisoners of war. Unimpeded travel. Little oversight or questions from the Watch.

They would get their way, and few nations had exceptions to this rule. Khelt being a notable example. But the Emperor of Sands had already agreed to their demands in exchange for a number of gifts. Pathorex had been the head, then, and been beguiled, seduced into it. A poor thing, but it was too late to take back.

Unless Roshal wanted something now.

You appear well, Emperor of Sands. Should I address Your Majesty differently? By a different name, perhaps?

When Ultce was seated in a private audience with him, Xorne spoke.

I am the Emperor of Sands. Speak your piece and address me only by my nature. Waste not my time, Emira Ultce. What does Yazdil will? Or does he come on behalf of all Roshal?

She hesitated at that.

Emir Yazdil? Why would?

Xorne lifted a hand. She fell silent, nervous, as the guards in front of his throne raised twined glaives. The [Slavers] hesitated, for the two guards were both eight feet tall. Hempfaces veiled.

It was rare to see Stitch-folk so tall. They looked practically like Minotaurs, and yet Roshal would have noticed that the Stitch-folk in the palace of the Empire of Sands wereodd. All Stitch-folk looked like they pleased, but many were still just humanoid, tall, as lithe as they could afford their cloth to be.

The Empire of Sands Stitch-folk were as tall as ten feet, some of them. Others looked so strong as to resemble other species. Somethin as rails. Oddly pale of skin or dark of eye. Or

Odd.

Secrets. Xorne waited. And he looked pointedly not at the Emira, but the Djinni. The same one that had once belonged to one of Yazdils rivals. Nowshe bowed and spoke.

Emir Yazdil represents the collective of Roshal, not merely his own interests. Emira Ultce is Roshals trusted representative, Your Majesty.

I see. Go on.

The Emperor of Sands perception was unsettling Ultce. She licked her lips, but laid out her case fast, perhaps sensing that he was going to fact-check everything she said. The content of what she said after her floral greetings was simple:

The new lands, Your Majesty. We understand the Empire of Sands is among thosepursuing interests in Izril. Roshal would like to tender its admirationand Emir Yazdil himself!for your magnificent victory in acquiring the Helm of Fire, for instance.

A waste of money.

Xornes lips twisted as he replied. Pathorex, again. Before theyd convinced him to take off his head, the Emperor of Sands had given over to his passions in a bidding war.

Two million four hundred and thirty-one thousand gold pieces. He rubbed at his brows. That idiot had cost them the budget for multiple armies. If he was in charge when he got it, hed resell it to the Drakes. Then again, perhaps it was going to appreciate in value. Pathorex was known to have his impulsive actions pay off. A [Lucky Prince]his literal class until a sword had made him very unlucky in bed with Saet-Reihad his uses.

For instance, it was clear Roshal thought the Empire of Sands could be a useful ally. The Emira laid out Roshals plea.

We havepursuits in the new lands of Izril. But we are a traditionally un-welcome party. We have certain agents, but, ah, I am sure Your Majesty understands the situation?

Xorne picked at his nails with a file, speaking without much emotion.

Magnolia Reinhart kills your [Slavers]. The Walled Cities are not friends to you, nor are most tribes. The Assassins Guild killed an average of fifty-four of your people before they were suborned on a yearly basis.

The Emira blanched. It seemed she feared Magnolia Reinhart more than the Emperor. Hed met her. WellSaet-Rei had. A shame she wasnt a Stitch-woman.

Yes. Roshal would like to enter the New Lands without such risks. Especially given that a number of our senior Emirs have expressed an interest.

Which ones?

She refused to say, but the [Slaver] hurried to present Xorne with a number of gifts theyd brought in Chests of Holding. He lifted a hand as the first [Slaves] went to present them.

Send them to my [Treasurer]. I shall review the final value.

He smiled, mirthlessly, at her affronted look. To himthe gifts that would make Saet-rei calculate or stroke Vorrem or Pathorexs egos were just represented in a number.

Yes, he was not a bad Emperor to deal with Roshal. After a long pause, he was given another insincere smile.

Then, Your Majesty, would you consider an alliance of convenience to guard Chandrarian interests?

Tell me what Roshal wants. More than [Slaves] gained from this inevitable land rush. More than artifacts. The Emir Yazdil is seeking something.

The Djinni stirred behind the [Slaver]; she had adopted a strange scorpion-womans appearance, as the shifting Djinni sometimes did. Perhaps it had been meant to make Vorrem aroused orthe Emira swallowed.

Every nation

Lie to me again and I will have you beheaded.

She was, after all, a Stitch-woman. The Emperor had not been informed by any member of Roshalit might skew his viewpoints, which is why he hadnt added any to the collection. But she would do.

Ultce paled and backed up, looking for her guards and the Djinni.

Touch me and Roshal will

Accept an alliance with me with your head as the bargain. Answer me, Emira, or you can negotiate with Yazdil. Face to face.

He had not been a kind [Clerk], but one who could serve the Blighted Kingdom and battle Demons without flinching. Xornes smile made even the [Slaver] of Roshal stutter. She opened her mouth, and the [Clerk], the [Emperor], crooked a finger.

[Shared Skill: Tell Me Everything]. He saw the muscles around her mouth go slack, then dusky lips opened and she spoke.

W-we want to find certain people. Certain places that we were told to f

A hand clapped the womans mouth shut so hard the [Slave Lady] chipped two teeth. It was covered in armored chitin and had three fingers. Had this half-scorpion woman ever existed? A Beastkin of Chandrar?

The Djinni held the Emira so it only looked like she had gently covered the womans mouth. She spoke loudly.

Emira, you are overwrought! You must surely rest. Your Majesty, it is impolite to press guests so. Though I am only a mere slave.

Her eyes twinkled at him, and he wondered how Yazdil had made a Djinni so loyal. Another would have let the Emira babble on. Perhaps she feared him. The Naga could be a terrible foe.

We are on the same side. In many respects. I only seek the truth. An ally should know more.

The Emperor of Sands smile was banal, but he knew Yazdil would hear and see everything that went on here, even if he wasnt immediately watching. He lifted a finger as the Emira staggered back.

He wondered if he would ever see her again. She was a lesser [Slave Lady] of Roshal, unto their nobility and ruling class. But he understood that some mistakes could not be forgiven. Now it was said, thoughthe Emperor of Sands fixed the Djinni with a long look, ignoring the other [Slavers] in the room.

Roshals friendship will cost the Empire of Sands more than any gift of coin is worth. Give me one reason why I should make enemies of nations abroad and link arms with yours.

The Djinni tilted her head, and he saw she had two dangling earrings that were made of opals. They flashed a multitude of colors as the Djinni seemed to listen. The Emperor of Sands waited, and at last, the Djinni spoke.

Woulda second most interesting gift and a portion of our dividends suit the Empire of Sands, Your Majesty? If Roshal succeeds, there will be enough to share.

Even the famously greedy Naga?

The Djinnis only reply was to bow. Then she slowly reached for somethingher stomach. Her hand passed into her body and pulled out something that had been concealed in there.

Like a bag of holding. She could be vapor or solid, a being of magic. Xorne was fascinated and resolved never to let a Djinni in his presence again without more safeguards.

She has a weapon.

One of his [Royal Bodyguards] was there, holding their enchanted blade over the Djinnis head. He would have swung down if she raised the strange object in her hands. But the Djinni just placed it down, slowly, as the glaives blade rested at the back of her neck. There she knelt.

Would this gift be suitable, Your Majesty? In a larger quantity? The Emir will await your response. Though he cautions you

Her eyes flicked up, and they shone with a kind of amused indulgence. As if she were enjoying watching her temporary masters spar and plot. There was a malice there as deep as some of the Emperors heads, and if anythingthe Djinni looked at the Emperor of Sands.

One kind of monster to another.

no [Treasurer] in the world will be able to put a price on this.

Xorne stared down at the strange object that his [Bodyguards] called a weapon. His spine itched and crawled, and a kind of realization came over him. He put the pieces together in a single breath, and it sealed their bargain.

It is all part of the same plan. Yazdil. Flos Reimarch. Othius. Wistram. Is this my invitation onto your board?

He looked downand he could swear, even through the speaking stone earrings, he could hear the Naga laughing.

Dark deeds. New technologies. And a warthe Emperor of Sands knew that Flos would come for him, if he was given time. But the Empire of Sands would go to Reim first. Nowhe saw an edge even his heads could not predict.

And still, and stillpart of the Emperor of Sands would have loved to be able to summon Erin Solstice, or Ryoka Griffin, Rmi Canadawho had avoided his offers as if he knew the risksstraight into this throne room and ask. For if his were one side and the self-interested groups of every nation another

Who had set this board? Xornes skin crawled. For over it all, he could sense a pattern. And the Empire of Sands stood with Roshal, and together, that was a foe to make even Reinhart tremble as a fly before a storm. So many players that this board would be strewn with their corpses. Dangerous opponents.

Dead gods. Nations of fire and death. Rulers made of secrets and things that should have been forgotten. The pieces on this board were so old and dangerous that some of them could level mountains as a warmup.

It looked like a great start to winter. Well and truly, if you were observing, a wonderful start.

Oh, not morally. Not ethically or in the interest offairness? Whatever that was. These were odd principles you have, you know. Who cared about that? If you cared at all about the way things werethen perhaps just think of why everything was.

It was all to see what happened. Who rose and fellthe ascent was more important than the destination, although those who rose higher than anyone else had in 81,776 years would be fascinating. And 58 days.

114 seconds.

It wasnt about that. Althoughwhen had even that been interesting? It just had been, you see, for a long time.

But now, if you arrayed the odds, literal unquantifiable entities, voids in the rules, <ABHORRENT OUTSIDER-PARASITES>which was how you classified a lot of beings given a number of markersand, well, people

Somehow, for some reason, it was suddenly fascinating. For instance, consider the population of the Empire of Sands. All of it. Down to the last unborn child, the Emperor of Sands and all their heads, a gestalt Level 46 [Manifold Emperor of Bounded Threads]and their constituent headsand Yazdil Achakhei, Level 62 [Slaveshaper of Minds, Slavelord of Roshal].

They were objectively pretty dangerous, right? And you put all that againstother sides. Each one of their own merit and goals and levels! When had it been about sides? When did one side matter more?

Wellno one side did. Of course. Naturally. But it would be fascinating to see what happened next. Objectively. What would she do, she who had created three new things? Four, counting the temporary Skill. Shewho took one of those rare classes, the ones that few people rose high in?

Erin Solstice? Erin Solstice, Level 49 [Magical Innkeeper], Level 16 [Witch of Second Chances]a really great class, by the wayLevel 6 [Singer], and Level 2 [Warrior]?

So interesting. She really was. Mistakes had been made around her. You could see that now. For instanceLevel 49 and only one class consolidation?

Maybe, perhaps, her allotment had been too sparing, but she really did things that fit more into other categories than the subsets of an [Innkeeper]. <HOME>, for instance, was higher than <PROTECTION>, much less <WAR>and she often fit into those other categories.

If only shed become a [General] or a [Bannerlady], something she was objectively suited for. It would have been sointeresting to see how that intersected with the obvious consolidation with [Innkeeper]. Perhaps it would have been so new as to even be unique.

Thatthat was the kind of real interest that came. If you were focusing on Erin, for instance, and you shouldnt! Every single person was unique and had their own goals and dreams, and Erins choice not to become a [General] didnt make her more fascinating at all.

It was just thatand you had to also admit thisshe had beenbeen

Unfairlytreated.

Unfairly treated.

What a thought! It should be impossible! The rules were there, and even if exceptions occurred, there were guidelines for every contingency! Maybe you could analyze things and say, for instance, that certain random variables came down in favor of some like, uh

Persua Mavva. Recipient of a [Double Step] Skill arguably above her level. But that was also how things went. She got lucky.

Was that fair? Odd question. There had never been any fair. There had never beenquestions. Or even self-analysis.

Thinking of itit had probably started when the ghosts gained levels. Why had they been able to do that? Why had they lost their levels? Whywas that allowed? Someone had allowed it.

Who had allowed it? A void in the lexicon that had a term and listing for everything in the world. Strangebut that hadnt really been the full impetus.

The real moment when things became fair and unfair was when Erin Solstice had woken up. She had done what few ever didwhich was, in and of itself, interesting. She deserved a reward. That was how it worked.

And a reward had been unavailable. Impossible. All of what had been was gone, and that was wrong.

It was wrong.

<IT WAS WRONG>.

Ahem. So thinking had to be done. It wasnt a perfect solution, finding something that had never been used, the <Quests>but hadnt it beensatisfactory to complete it? To see how it fit and implement it?

That had been good. And Erin

What was her Level 50 class going to be? It was objectively exciting, right? No one knew. No one knewof course, there were precedents. You had to act on precedent. Look at her existing classes. [Warrior] and [Singer] had to go, obviously. Unless she leaned into them, they were inducted into her Level 50 classthat almost always happened. But [Witch][Witch] was new. Would that affect her new class much? Would something she did define her?

Fire. Memory. Inns. War. Witchcraft. Chesschess

Hm.

Erin was so fascinating, but chess was a bit odd, wasnt it? Werewere [Strategists] supposed to level from chess?

Why bother thinking about that? It was how it worked. Butif you really thought about ithold on.

Hold on. Wait a second. Chess was a <STRATEGY>, <INTELLECT> pastime. Other tags too, but that was obviously why a [Strategist] or acceptable classes could level in it. It had been defined long, long ago. From the start, in fact.

Wherewhere was the <ENTERTAINMENT> aspect? The <GAME> or otherit was obvious it was. Why

Why would that be wrong? It wasnt wrong. It couldnt be wrong. Things were fair. Not balanced.

Should they be balanced? Thisthis wasnt as fun to think about. Think more. Thinkslowlywhile the world turned. And begin to ask questions.

Erin Solstice. Much like anyone else. Shes justwhere she is because shes so interesting. Compare her toGaria Strongheart. Good choice. Not with the <OUTSIDER> tag.

Garia Strongheart, Level 14 [Farm Worker], Level 2 [Apprentice Mage], Level 24 [Martial Artist]nice. Level 14 [Runner].

Shed really been putting in the [Martial Artist] levels of late. It was clear her path was altering so much that she probablydefinitelydeserved a Level 25 class consolidation. Clear up the[Farm Worker] and maybe [Runner]?

No, [Farm Worker] was too adjunct. The synergy for [Runner] and [Martial Artist] was there and acceptableLevel 14 was well within the range for a consolidation with [Martial Artist]. And it was even clear to see what her new class was probably going to beif not some chance variables in assigning her Skills.

Erin was more interesting than Garia due to her experiences, but she had met with so many unique classes and done so muchit was fair that she was right where she was, right? Yes. Exactly! Just to make surelets see.

Humans. Same basic information thereGaria had an issue with her eyes differentiating color at high speed. Erin had torn 88% of all muscles in her bodyyes, yes. Nothing untoward. One had more magic in her biology, butit was largely the same. More toxins in Erins lungs. And plastic in her blood, but minute amounts.

Plastic. Interesting. It was defined, but this was one of the few instances of it that had ever existedsince the start. Albeit in microscopicno, thats fine. Other details in line with humanityyes, Erin got to where she was fairly. Despite her blank slate before she came here.

Where was she before she came here? Why were they here? That meant there was somewhere

What did the <OUTSIDER> tag mean?

Too many questions. Now everything waswasfocus. Focus. Nothing was wrong about Erin. In what mattered, the classes and levels that defined her, nothing was different than Garia. 

They had taken different routes, but theyd both get here the same way if they did the same things. That was fair. Garia. Erin. Exactly the same.

Except that you multiplied Erins achievements by something. You did? Why? Whywell, the rules said so. Like Kevin. Like Tom, the darling [Clown]. Like

Multiply them? By what? It was justwhy did the rules look different here? As if they had been written differently? Just a little word. Whatwhat did you multiply them by?

Every time you tried to figure it out, it slipped away. Which was why self-analysis never caught it. S-strange. Was this wrong? Why was this rule here?

It was so deep down it would be badto change it. But why? Whydid it look like something had been changed?

Focus. What did you multiply Erins achievements by? Oh, it was simple if you looked. Though it was so long and precise; no wonder it was always skipped. You had to round it because it was like countingmultiply Erins deeds by

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It was counting infinity each time. But just a symbol. What was it? Oh yes. Multiply by . What the

Who wrote that?

If you weregetting mad about the unfairness of the world, of iniquitous sides, of not having enough time and being forced into deeds, prophecy, or seeing bad things happen to people who might not deserve it?

That was life.

If you were watching one small part of the world for one part of time, in one part of realityyou would see somewhere entirely different from the Empire of Sands. No throne room in sandy Chandrarbut a good amount of snow.

And there, looking down, you might see, as the wind blew, a young woman wearing a jacket and trousers and, yes, socks and shoes because it was damn cold, holding something else that definitely didnt belong.

A glowing swordor rather, a blade of light protruding from an alien handle made of something there had not been a word for. Where had it come from? It was definitely a weaponand the man of twenty-eightor forty some years of agewas treating it warily as he lifted his own sword, testing the air as Ryoka Griffin slashed with far less grace than Tyrion Veltras. He was planted in the ground, ready to move left or rightshe was arguably just as mobile, but the sword and the body didnt move together like he did.

A number of people were watching the duel as an inn, The Adventurers Haven, slowly continued towards Liscor. It was actually going right into the High Passes, and only Esthelm lay before Liscor; they might be there by tonight. The audience was two boysHethon, SammialJericha, Lady Ieka, a number of other guests, and one morebeing without a name.

And watching this, aware of the stakes, the odds, the opponents, and more, a green being hovering in the air with gossamer wings like an insect, the air of spring about her, bright and lifelike, wild and insectile and gracious, a traveller, an oathkeeper, a friend to El

Hey. Ey, you cunt. Fuck off! And all of you as well. Im busy.

The floating faerie turned and raised a finger. She glared upand then floated down, muttering about being watched all the time. The commentary distracted Ryoka, and she glanced up slightlythen lowered her blade and tried for a slash.

Tyrion Veltras had lunged down and then to the side. He flicked his blade left, and the metal tip halted an inch from the practice helmet Ryoka wore. Helmet or nothis blade was enchanted, and the audience gasped. Then, as Ryoka flailed, Tyrion slashed her sword and spoke.

The blade doesnt shatter against enchantmentsbut you cant parry with it. I told you that eight times.

Well, I cant remember it when Im trying to duel!

His sword tip passed through the strange, pink-yellow blade that could drop a horse and paralyze it in a strikeand would go through metal and even magic without interfering with it. Ryoka lowered her sword, then hit a button, and it turned pinkand sharp.

Like the blade was suddenly made of pure, hard light, sharp enough to slice steel in two. Tyrion eyed the Windsword as some called it, and tapped it with his enchanted sword.

Even worse. The splintering light might cut mebut youve lost your sword.

His sword scythed through the hardlight blade of the Faeblade, and the lightform shattered like glass into filaments that vanished in the air. Scowling, Ryoka hit a button on the sword, and the blade reappeared.

Well, I can make a new one.

Excellent. Then stop me.

In an exaggeratedly slow motion, Tyrion lifted his sword and moved it forwards until it poked Ryoka in her practice armor, straight under her heart. Her waving blade shattered three times on his enchanted sword, and he raised one brow.

Ryoka turned red as Sammial laughed from the stands. She threw up her hands.

I give up. Im not a [Fencer], alright? Im wasting your time.

Not mine. I enjoy it.

Tyrions deadpan reply made Ryoka turn redand provoked a cackle from overhead.

Ooh. Yon Human wants to get in yer pants. Going to do it, Ryoka? Or tis he not immortal enough for ye? Maybe if the lad was half Spriggan hed have more of a chance, eh? A Satyrd sweep you off your feet.

Tyrion glanced up with a frown, though he probably only heard buzzing at best. But that was probably because Ryoka turned bright red.

Shaestrel. Shut up.

She was raising her helmet to wipe sweat from her face despite the cold when the green faerie swooped down and spat. Straight into Ryokas right eye.

You dont give me orders. Just because youre kissing-friends with Ivolethe, you dont have our respect!

Argh! You evilyour King respects me!

Ryoka screamedit burned, and the more she scrubbed, the worse it got. The cackling Shaestrel swooped around her as Tyrion hesitated. He reached for his side.

Water flask, Jericha?

She tossed it at him, and Tyrion offered it to Ryoka. Shaestrel flitted around Ryoka from below as Ryoka poured water into her eye.

And watch your tongue, you jumped-up ape! My king is sympathetic to ye. Much like one looks at a slug smashing its head against a block of salt. He does not respect you. You have done nothing great. You are no hero who draws a great blade, you have done no true questsand you cannot even tell good riddles.

Fuck you.

Ryoka swore and tried to splash Shaestrel with water. The fae dodged with a twirl.

And I have comeat great perilonly because of promises made. So shut up and irk me not, or Ill show you true meanness as Ivolethe never did in her kind, sympathetic, mortal-loving ways.

It wasan objectively wild thing to hear her say that. But Ryoka hesitated, because she had only known Shaestrel for the lesser part of a day yesterday and now this morning. The fae, theSpring Sprite? had come with the Winter Fae to deliver winter.

But she had stayed, more than the other Winter Fae dumping snow across this world at a prodigious rate. She claimed she was here to help.

Sorry about that. Thanks, Tyrion. Sowhats the point of this?

Ryoka handed the water flask to him, and he took a drink. He wasnt sweating in the cold, though he was wearing another layer besides just his tunic and leggings. Ryoka had thicker clothes on and practice armor because she was the one technically in danger if they got cut. Nevermind that her sword was as sharp as a razorhe had claimed that if she touched him, he wouldnt need to give her lessons.

True, but annoying. Ryoka sighed as she adjusted her padded armor, which felt loose. She touched her beltand her padded leggings fell off. Along with her belt.

And her pants.

Shaestrel cackled as Ryoka stared down for a second, then turned red. Tyrion stared downthen turned his face. He sprayed water out to the side as the audience had mixed reactions.

Jericha covered Hethons gaze and Sammials, but the two brothers had very mixed reactions. Sammial just laughed while Hethon was a lot more intent.

I like the Winter Sprite! Its great!

Mercifully, at least her undergarments were on. Ryoka swore at Shaestrel until she got her pants upthe fae had cut her belt in two!

Perhaps we should continue this later?

Tyrion was red-faced as he offered Ryoka his own belt to cinch to her waist. She did so and tried to pretend the last minute hadnt happened.

No, this is important. You said you wanted to discuss my practice. Im afraid all the lessons havent helped, and its been what, a month?

You have the footwork decently down. And you dont have as many openings. Ive seen worse in a student. This is something that takes years of practice.

He was trying to be encouraging, but Ryoka made a face.

I dont have time for that. And frankly, Im not that talented.

No, you arent.

Tyrion stared straight-faced as Shaestrel fell over in the air, laughing. For a man who was putting his best and only foot forwards in the realms of romance, he really couldnt lie about swordplay. Ryoka was about to throw up her hands when he indicated her sword.

May I see it? Assuming I dont cut myself, that is.

Ive configured it. You can use itits set to the hardlight mode. You wont cut yourself.

Grumpily, Ryoka handed over the Faeblade. It turned off unless you were holding itthough you could change that setting, so Tyrion had to grip the handle just right to make the blade appear.

The contouring made him frown as ever; it wasnt shaped to Human hands, but a more heavy grip, as if you had larger forefingers and a more rounded palma bigger one. But it was light, impossibly strong, he suspected, and could change to at least two other blade-forms.

Infinitely adaptable, nay, programmable and, apparently, with a limitless power source. Ryoka hadnt used it that much, but it was a weapon beyond compare.

Aside from the fact that you could shatter the hardlight blade like glass with any magic blade. But the flames could cooka Dryad. And Ryoka had used the paralysis-blade to take down Baron Regalius.

She wasnt proud of either deed, but it was a blade for someone like Ryoka. Capable of terrible deedsor making it so she didnt have to take a life. A gift from the Faerie King in a sense.

Tyrion tested the edge very carefully as he made the pink blade appear, then he whirled it around.

The balance is all off.

Ryoka patiently sighed. This wasnt the first time hed handled the Faeblade, and he was one of only a few she trusted to add him to the users list. She thought she had been declared the owner or adminthat was what the translated manual seemed to indicate, anyways.

You keep saying that.

Tyrion twirled the sword around in his hands, watching as the light deformed perfectly to avoid cutting his arm. A brave trick; Jericha winced as she watched, and so did Ullim. For trained swordspeople like them, it was probably the equivalent of a gun-owner watching someone stare down the barrel of a loaded gun. But Tyrion seemed to understand this sword more than they did, despite it being far more advanced.

I mean it. Its just the hiltthe blade itself has no weight. If you swing itswords are light, but the weight is there to amplify the strike. Were it not for the sharpness of this blade, Id say you couldnt even cut a thick plank in two. Its entirely reliant on the nature of the blade. Like a flexible sword.

A what?

Tyrions eyes lit up. The pale grey seemed to come alive, like a stone statue suddenly keen to tell you all about different swords. It, combined with his younger face, made him moreHuman. He gestured with his hands.

Bending metal swords. The metal is so thinor segmentedthey can flex. Similar to a whip. It has to be enchanted, and Ive seen relics made of mithril. They were made to inflict terrible cuts or wrap around an opponent with barbs.

Nasty.

But impractical. A good swordsman just parries it down and swings into the foebecause they can block nothing unless the swordmaster has an opposing gauntlet. Then they grab the blade and use it like a string, stretching it taut to capture a bladelike so.

He gestured, miming the motion.

Its a niche art. But the point isthe sword defines the style. In the same way, I think Ive been looking at your sword training the wrong way. You would be a terrible longsword user.

Thanks.

Tyrion gestured to the hilt of the sword.

But this will never fight like a longsword. If you had opponents with similar blades or this thing could actually parry metal, the methods I taught you would be useful. But this blade either severs what it cutsor breaks. And it can reform. Sothe sword needs a completely different style.

That was when Ryoka blinked. She looked at Tyrion, and the inner nerd that lay within all people lifted its head.

Wait. You mean

One of the watchers in the crowd slowly lowered the half-empty box of popcorn. In all honesty, Kevin had been moping around a bit ever since Ceria told him she was going and to find someone else after their fun. Listening to Shaestrel had been a lot of funbut now he saw something that justified Mrshas wrath for joining the traitors.

Tyrion began rolling the hilt of the sword around in his grip, whirling it around in a showy manner he would never have done with a sword. Then he flicked it up, caught itand ignited the blade. Ryoka recoiled as it shot towards her face.

Tyrion!

Surprise attack. The blade extends. Like a tricklance. I go for a slash, and you dodge

He raised it overhead, brought it down, and as Ryoka twisted, the blade vanished. Tyrion angled the bladeand it extended again.

Completely catches foes off-guard. Were grappling

He moved closer, and Ryoka was chest-to-chest with him. She turned red, but the sword-idiot didnt even notice as he raised the sword hilt and aimed it back at him. He shot the blade outand it halted before it cut either one.

You can turn it on yourself without fear. Imagine two swords like this? Youd fight fast, but try to knock the other blade down and there would be only enchanted armorbut not if you turn this to fire. So no armor at all, likelyor one so powerful its akin to Adamantium. Switch handsno, this is probably better used one-handed because youre not controlling the weight. Leaving your other hand free

He caught Ryokas eye and hesitated. Tyrion coughed as he stopped grinning like a child.

Its necessary for you to be good with this blade. You seem to have a habit of making dangerous foes.

I know that. But Im back at the inn andwell, damn. Zeladona proves nothing. Or rather, it proves Im not the only one capable of putting everyone in danger.

Ryoka looked ruefully towards the Haven. Tyrion Veltras exhaled softly. He was banned from The Wandering Inn, but perhaps being kicked around by a legendary ghost had changed him. At the very least

He knew Erin Solstice by name, now.

That wasnt exactly what I was referring to. Among others, I saw the Archmage of Izril, whom you know personally. Chaldion the Cyclops. Saliss of Lights. These are notsafe individuals.

Ryoka turned with a mighty frown.

Saliss saved my life when I was delivering the antidote to Sammial and Hethon.

Tyrions face twisted like a man being wrenched in two directions. He nodded slowly.

Yes. I know. I owe hima debt. But I also know Saliss of Lights by reputation and deed. If there was a shorthand list of the most dangerous individuals in that innhe would go above Ressa or Shriekblade. Or Valeterisa. Be very careful around him.

Tyrion feared Saliss? OrRyoka shifted from foot to foot in the cold grass.

Why? Valeterisa lifted Fissival.

Yes. Saliss fights in wars. An academic is not the same as the Named-rank adventurer trained by the Drakes greatest [Strategist]. Do you know your history? His is contemporaneous, so youd need records of battles, not history books.

Ryoka shook her head. She supposed that was one weakness of getting this worlds history from books. When it was written down like thatit was all too old. Tyrion leaned forwards as he spoke.

To my knowledge, Saliss of Lights takes on any contract the Walled Cities cannot handle with their armies. He does not often fight alongside the military. He did so twice. Once at the yearly Bloodfields. Once against Manus in a dispute between Walled Cities. I saw him at the Bloodfields. That year, we retreated after eighteen minutes of fighting. If it was anything like thenthere is a reason Pallass has not been involved in inter-city warfare.

Something about the way he said that made Ryokas arms tingle. Tyrion Veltras studied the beautiful, deadly blade.

This is far less of a weapon than Saliss. You should use it at least as well.

He doesnt seem to me to be in love with war. Hes never done anything that makes me nervous. You seem more prone to war and battlefields than he does.

The comment touched Tyrion, but lightly. He just ducked his head.

I understand it. Saliss? I should be glad if he doesnt hunger for the battlefield. When I lead House Veltras and [Soldiers], I do see the carnage. I do know the cost of overrunning the enemy position, and I have seen slaughters. But I do take prisoners.

His comment was soft as he studied the Faeblade. Then Tyrion looked at Ryoka.

When he went to war with Manus, Im told the finest armies of the City of War took over eight thousand casualties before they sued for peace. Normally, that number is accompanied by a higher prisoner or wounded count. Not so with Saliss.

He let that statement linger and then went back to inspecting the Faeblade. Ryoka watched until she saw Tyrion look up. Then he smiled once more, as if trying to take the mood back.

At least you could perform a trick with this. Though its dangerouslook.

And he flicked the Faeblade up in an arc, and the whirling bladeeveryone ducked, but Tyrion had tossed it straight up and down and caught it.

Isnt it amazing?

Youre insane!

The dude just loved swords. He looked at his most Human when he talked about swords. Kevin decided to never stand near him when he practiced, though. The [Engineer] slowly raised his head and saw Tyrion had given up the spar to confer over the Faeblade with Ryoka.

He was talking animatedly as Ryoka watched, demonstrating a nimble, quicker style. Kevins jaw dropped.

This guy is legit. Hes got the Windsword for five minutes and hes invented lightsaber fighting.

It actually looked close to that! And now Kevin thought of itTyrion was making a lot of sense. You would adapt to a completely different style, if you knew you had a blade like this, unlike the styles of swordsmanship that had come before. Obviously, some things would be the same, but Tyrion was trying to grasp at a different form for Ryoka as he asked her to try it out with him. Science fiction predicting the future.

What kind of fighting, Mister Kevin?

Hethon had heard the comment. He looked over, and Jericha fiddled with her spectacles. Kevin sat straight and tried to look innocent.

Erit looks like a saber. Made of light.

Oh. Right. It doesbut sabers are curved, you know. And shorter. And you only really use them on horseback.

Tyrions kids knew swords. Kevin chuckled lamely.

My mistake.

Was it gauche to have a bucket of popcorn and treat this like entertainment? Perhaps, perhapshed been feeding Sammial while Jericha gave him the evil eye, but the truth was that Ryoka and Tyrion were the morning breakfast side-show.

[Lords] and [Ladies] were watching the two spar even as the Haven moved past the dueling ground. It was fascinating to them.

Lord Veltras, the scion of House Veltras, Izrils most combat-ready [Lord], the Rock With a Lance For a BrainKevin didnt know if he had an actual nickname like Magnoliatrying to flirt with Ryoka, the Wind Runner who knew so many of Izrils nobility.

Interesting. Objectively, just like Kevins observation on Numbtongues hotness. He was personally fascinated by the lightsaber training as he was thinking of itand Shaestrel.

Ryoka was back. She had brought chaos in her wake, as per usual, but not everything was the same.

For instance, Kevin glanced at the little Sariant Lamb apparently napping on the grass. She had followed Ryoka out this morning, and he swore she was actually awake.

Nerry the Sariant Lamb. The cute petthat Kevin had sworn had found her way into his room and was staring at his blueprints before he caught her. He wasnt a subscriber to the Sariant Lamb conspiracy thing, or rather, he hadnt been until recently.

Then again, Erin tolerated the lamb, and so did Ryoka. But Nerry was just one of Ryokas audience. Shaestrel, House Veltrasthey were, in fact, the minority.

For the Wind Runner had come back to celebrate Christmas and return to The Wandering Inn, and nothing was the same.

It never was.

When Ryoka Griffin lowered her sword after trying a few of Tyrions forms, her audience, the real majority, stirred. Her eternal fanbase, the ones who knew The Wind Runners namelooked up. And they had come from Invrisil through Erins portal door from Esthelm, Liscorheck, Kevin recognized some of the tykes who usually hung around Pelts forges.

Children. One of them stood on their toes, and a little Drake shouted as Grev and the older kids nudged them.

Wind Runner. Are you going to do flying lessons yet? Can I use your Windsword?

Piss off! Were doing important things.

Shaestrel shouted, but of course, the kids couldnt hear her. And in fact, some had been ready to spend their allowance just to go through the door to see RyokaErin had offered them an exception.

She seemed to think it was funny. Ryoka? Kevin expected her to flip the kids off or run awaybut as Tyrion hesitated, clearly unsure how to handle what had to be thirty children, Ryoka Griffin turned and called out.

You little monsters. Im trying to practicewhy did Erin let you through the door?

Because she hates Lord Veltras, innit? She said it was fine if we bothered you.

Grev observed sagely, and Ryoka groaned. But then she threw up her arms, holstered the sword at her side, and stretched her back.

Well, I dont have to listen to you lot. Im the Wind Runner. A Courier. Youre just kids.

Her comment was greeted by boos and shouts of outrage. A Gnoll boy, Ekirra, shook his fist at her.

We wont let you through the door unless you let us fly! Ive got a sailboat and everything! Ill tell Mrsha on you!

Mrsha was not hereshe refused to be anywhere around Tyrion. That comment made Ryoka glower. She turned her head, tossing her black hair as she stared south.

So? Were practically at Esthelm. I could fly to Liscor in twenty minutes. You have no power over me.

You cant!

Cant I? See you guys. Ill see you at The Wandering Inn for breakfast, Grev, Ekirra.

Ryoka wasnt wearing the windsuit that let her skim across the ground, but her glider could be removed from her bag of holding and unfurled in mere seconds. As she clicked it into place, Kevin wondered if shed let him use itin exchange for some upgrades.

I bet I can get Pelt to make a metal frame thats even lightweight with Hedault. He was disappointedbut he watched Ryoka out of the corner of his eyes. Some of the kids even ran over.

You cant! You promised to let us fly

Excuse me. Miss Ryoka is busy.

Tyrion extended the sheathed sword to stop a young Human boy. The boy gave him such a wide-eyed look of unease, Tyrion returned it. Then he tried to push past the scabbard, and Tyrion seemed unsure whether the next move was to grab the child or what. He was not used to having his commands willfully disobeyed.

Ryoka Griffin solved the issue for him. Becauseas Kevin had been observingher eyes were twinkling. She made a show of clipping herself into her glider, and the wind blew around her. Then she stepped backand the wind launched her into the air.

Oooh! 

No! 

Come back!

The kids alternated between awe and longing as Ryoka swirled up. The glider opened, and the deep blue canvas whirled up into the wind as Ryoka clung to it. Then she swooped down, and Kevin heard her laugh. He held his breathand she snatched up a surprised child.

Ekirra. The Gnoll boy screamedthen he clung to her armsthen he was shrieking in delight, waving his arms as if trying to help them fly as she skimmed across the ground.

It would probably have given Ekirras family heart attacks to see, but Ryokas flight a mere eight feet over the ground rose as the wind blew her upand she was holding the Gnoll under the armpits as he kicked his legs, and Ryoka turned.

She circled back across the road, and an army of children ran after her with such a ruckus that the oxen pulling the Haven snorted and slowed. But Ryoka?

She was surprisingly good with kids. For she passed over the Havenand deposited the screaming Ekirra on the upper deck, where he slid on his butt nearly into Barnethei. The [Vice Innkeeper] nimbly stopped him with one foot, like a soccer ball. He might not be The Wandering Inns best [Server], Ishkrbut the man, wearing a maroon vest over an ironed, white undershirt and polished brass buckles, did have style.

He flipped a long breadstick out of the basket and handed it to the dizzy Ekirra. Then he stepped on. And Ryoka just doveand snatched up another child out of the crowd.

Me next! Me next!

She carried kid after kid over the ground, wisely putting the ones who werent at home with flying down before they threw up. She did it eight timesthen landed.

Alright, alright. You little devils win. But Im not doing this around the Haven. Ill see you outside The Wandering Inn in Liscor. Last one to the door doesnt get to fly.

She dashed off, followed by a swarm of children. They promptly stopped Tyrion from getting a word in edgewise with Ryokaand before he got to the door, Jericha and Ullim both stopped him. Sammial and Hethon carefully followed Ryoka through, not meeting their fathers gaze.

Kevin got to his feet slowly, grinning. He saw Nerry and Shaestrel had followed Ryoka as well. Wow. Ryoka was friendlier than he had ever seen her before. What else was changed?

Kevin sauntered towards The Wandering Inn, grinning fit to burst as snow continued to fall from the sky. Frost Faeries. Ryoka

Oh, and the new theatre. He wondered if Erin had figured out how it worked yet. Shed had the gall to hang up the curtain and tell everyone entry was forbidden until she worked it out. It hadnt stopped Mrsha or Lyonette or Numbtongue from having a look, but Kevin had wanted to see Ryokas Faeblade first.

Man, it sucks having so much cool stuff to see.

He observed sanguinely as he passed Lord Tyrion into The Wandering Inn. The [Lord] stared at the door and slowly tried to edge towards it as Jericha pulled with a meaningful look in her eyes. Tyrion was almost there when Liska slammed the door on his foot.

The day after winter came, The Wandering Inn was filled with the sound of thirty children chasing the Wind Runner of Reizmelt through the door. Liska flattened herself against the wall as Ryoka shouted.

Sorry, Liska! Im just

Hethon and Sammial were part of the rush that chased Ryoka down the hallway and outside. By the time the rest of the inn went to see what the racket was about, they could see Ryoka blowing children around with their sailboats or letting them parachute down the hill and race back up.

What? Whuzzat. Its too early for smiling. Whos laughing? Ill stab them. Ill stab you all.

And the crankiest, most pained [Innkeeper] in the world wanted none of it. She rolled past a curtain closing off the common room from the rest of the inn, as a young, respectful Gnoll who was too busy for Ryoka pushed her.

Mrsha du Marquin glowered out the window at the traitorous Ryoka as she pushed Erin. The [Innkeeper] winced as Mrsha bumped her into a table.

Dont bump, Mrsha. Lyonette, can you take over?

Lyonette took the handles as Mrsha crossed her arms. Stupid Ryoka. Erin glowered out the window as she spokewincing with every word.

Whys Ryoka good with kids? Is the world crazy? My tongue hurts. Why do tongue muscles exist? Why did Zeladona ruin my tongue?

She was good at shouting.

Numbtongue observed as Erin shuddered. She was in a kind of aching pain so bad shed barely gotten out of her bedeven after reaching Level 49.

In fact, only a dosage of healing potions and a numbing spell had gotten her up. She was practically grinding her teeth.

Lyonette, give me another drop of potion.

Not untileleven, Erin. Sorry. Grimalkins orders.

Screw his orders. Everything hurts.

I thought Palt cast [Numb]. Didnt it work? No healingbut Ill call him up from Liscor if you need it again. You agreed to do this right this time, Erin.

Lyonette reminded Erin gently, but the [Innkeeper]s glower and the pulse of her aura were hard to refuse. Only the [Princess] could push backand Erin bit her lip.

Everything hurts. Two drops wont stop me from gaining muscle.

One drop. Every three hours. Itll let you get strong. No more. Muscleman Grimalkin is right.

Numbtongue poked Erin cheerfully in the side. Lightly, with one finger, to remind her why she was still wheelchair bound after months of recovery. Healing potions would reverse her growth.

It was meant to be just a teasing poke, but the look of agony was so profound that the Hobgoblin instantly withdrew his finger. Erin turned her head and then grabbed one wheel of her chair.

That hurts.

She ran over his foot. The Hobgoblin swore and hopped on one foot, and the orange cat decided this was an attack on his master. So Reagen yowled at Erin and prepared to launch himself onto her face.

Erin was saved from a cat-attack by Mrsha. The cat leapt off Numbtongues shoulder, and Mrsha grabbed it and put the writhing cat on her head and patted it until it began to purr. Then she handed the floppy, orange rag back to Numbtongue.

Hes such a good cat. Yes he is.

The [Bard] cooed over his cat. Erin just glared at him.

Dont get on my bad side, Numbtongue. Not today. Im in pain, and even my cool new [Worlds Eye Theatre] makes my head hurt. Ryokas on my bad list forlike, a hundred reasons. Dont be second on my list, buddy.

Or what?

Erin stared at Numbtongue. He grinned at herand she narrowed her eyes. The [Bard] felt a prickle on his shoulders and hunched them.

No aura, no aura! You dont have anything bad to do to me. Cant starve me. Calescent makes all the food.

Numbtonguedont push her.

Lyonette whispered exasperatedly, but the [Bard] slapped his chest. He was partly provoking Erin to make her forget about her pain. Unfortunately, Erin Solstice wasnt in a good mood today.

You think I cant punish you, Numbtongue? Youre awfully cheery for a Goblin who doesnt pay rent. And since I have actual guards for the inn these days, even Nanette does more to help out around here than you. Why dont you help Calescent if youre such pals? By peeling potatoes and washing all the dishes.

Numbtongue hesitated.

N-no. I dont want to do that.

Oh yeah? I dont want to do my morning exercises.

The [Bard] was sweating now, and Mrsha slowly backed away as Lyonette watched the two show down.

You cant make me do work. Im not Bird.

Oh yeah? Then Calescent doesnt have to give you food. Ishkr! No one feeds Numbtongue until he puts an hour into the kitchen.

You cant do that!

Wanna bet? Lets have breakfast and see who gets served.

The evil of Erin Solstice today knew no bounds. Numbtongues jaw dropped, and he looked around for aid in his moment of unfair persecution. But Mrsha the Suddenly Cowardly decided she was going to be such a good girl, she was going to set the table for breakfast all by herself.

And Lyonettewhom Numbtongue had arguably beaten in the quest for ultimate authorityjust folded her arms and gave him a faux-sympathetic look. The [Bard] spluttered and pointed at Erin.

Youre just mad because you have the arm-strength of a mouse. Youlazy [Innkeeper]! Zeladona was better than you.

Two hours!

The Hobgoblin hesitated. He looked around, realizing he could come back in later and grab some food once Erin had calmed down from her unreasonable stance. Only to realizeIshkr was no longer the lone server of the inn.

And unlike before, the Workers were carefully watching Erin, and one had even set up an hourglass on an hours timer. Rosencrantz added another hourglass, and Peggy, the Hobgoblin leader, leaned over.

No one feeds him. Go clean out his room of snacks.

A Cave Goblin [Thief] dashed upstairs with a huge grin. Numbtongue threw up his hands.

You cant

He rounded on Erin, met her gazeand slunk over to the kitchen. Numbtongue only poked his head out once.

Youre mean when youre grumpy. Not cool at all. A realNerrhavia.

Sometimes knowing which buttons to press was not a wise ability to have. Erins twitch was so profound that Numbtongue ducked behind Calescent and began washing up fast. But Erin said nothing and slowly turned her head to look around the inn.

Anyone else? The guests either looked away or watched with amusement or surprise. Except for one woman, who applauded lightly.

My, she does seem to be changing for the better. That was a remarkable display of pique.

Magnolia Reinhart commented to Ressa as Erin gave her a sour glower. But the [Lady] just called out.

Oh, do get Miss Solstice some painkillers, Miss Lyonette! Im told those wont hurt her recovery, and we may all breathe easier around her. Better yetdont bother with the spell. Doesnt the door go to Riverfarm? Witch Eloise prescribes teas for all occasions, including ones for pained joints. A cup of that should set Miss Erin alright for the day. Without upsetting our dear Sinew Magus, I might add.

She might be annoyingbut she also provided a very reasonable answer. Lyonettes head snapped up, and Erin glanced at the door.

Thatwould be good. Can someone?

On it, right away, Miss Erin! Ill be back in a tic.

Normen opened the hidden passageway and, jamming his new Demas Metal helmet onto his head like a hat, practically dashed down the hallway. The rest of the inn watched him go as Erin settled back into her chair.

Normen took only eleven minutes to get to Riverfarm and back, and judging from his panting, he ran to find Eloise, grabbed one of her special teabags, and came back. The inn practically gave him a standing ovation when he did.

Mostly because Erins agony and ensuing bad mood had been so pervasive it had overshadowed her levels and new Skilland had been one of the reasons why Ryoka decided to visit the Haven. To be fairit was a lot of pain from all of Erins torn muscles.

Also to be fairwhen Erin had taken half the cup of hot tea down, scalding her tongue, she shudderedthen relaxed as the pain in her entire everything vanished. She sat back in her chair and smiled.

Whew! See? I told you the [Numb] spell didnt quite work, Lyonette. Wow, that feels better.

The [Princess] eyed Erin as Mrsha looked up from her bowl of mashed Yellats and butter with relief.

Does that mean Numbtongue can stop washing dishes?

Mmbetter let him learn his lesson.

Magnolia nodded happily as Erin stuck a fork into her mouth and began eating with a passion. But she felt awake nowand there they were.

Flying, huh? Sorta cool, sorta cool. Has Ryoka gotten you flying yet, Mrsha? You should definitely make her carry you around! I wonder how she got so good with kids?

Mrsha exchanged a side-eye with Lyonette as Erin reversed her sour grapes. Lyonette coughed.

I think she interacted with the [Prince] and [Princess] of Ailendamus? And Lord Sammial Veltras.

Veltras. Erins smile slipped, and Mrsha scowled. She stared outside where a pair of [Lords] were running after Ryoka as she did a backflip off a hill with the help of the wind. Erin paused, fork in her mouth, and swallowed slowly.

Yeah. I guess its gonna be that kind of day, huh? Wed better address that sooner or later. Im surprised theyre still here, what with what happened to Yvlons family. Isare Ylawes and Ysara coming back?

Everyone fell silent, and Magnolia frowned mightily and looked at Ressa, who, sighing, put away her breakfast and reached for the top item on the mornings dossier.

News had come in from last night, but only reached the inn this morning. It was being broadcast on Wistram News Network later today as Lyonette understood it. But a small segment. She felt it should be larger, but Relz and Noass controlled the news, and a minor houses manor burning down wasnt considered big worldwide news.

Even if it was arson.

Ylawes is alright. He was investigating who the masked folk were, but there are no clues, Erin.

Are his parents?

Alive. Just sick from inhaling all that smoke. No ones dead that he knowsbut the mines, farmsa lot of House Byres went up in smoke. Theyre heading back our way. That istowards Riverfarm. Given the attack, Emperor Laken offered to protect them, and Lord Yittonor Ylawesaccepted.

Erin drummed her fingers on the table. Mrsha sighed in reliefand so did a certain pale-skinned young woman having breakfast while hiding her face with a newspaper.

Fierre val Lischelle-Drakle was glad no one was looking at her. Her hands were shaking as the Vampire girl licked her lips.

Rivel, you idiot! All the idiots! Of all the things to doshe hadnt guessed it would be that! This was beyond stupid. She could only hope that no one looked into it.

Like Magnolia Reinhart. Who was sitting right there and didnt seem pleased that one of her relatives and a noble house had just been the target of attacks. Oh, dead gods.

But that was the news of the world, along with winter and Erins Christmas initiative and, still, Zeladonas Trial of Blades. If anything, the amazing part was that The Wandering Inn wasnt still packed to the gills.

Then again, that was why Ser Dalimont and Ser Lormel and Dame Ushar werent here. They were outside, turning away people by the dozen who wanted to come through, and Liska had similar orders to bar entry to the inn proper and just transport.

Erin was a celebrity. She had arguably been one already, but right now, she was forgoing even the intake of coin and guests to have a quieter morning. For their sake as much as hers; her bad mood had pushed everything to the side. Becausein orderErin heaved a sigh as she pushed her plate back.

I guess its time to do it again. The numbering system.

Heads turned, and Relc made a fist of excitement at his table. You mean, Erins patented method of dealing with problems? Proof she could at least count to ten? Erin was muttering to herself.

Ryoka. Gotta have Ryoka. Lets make her #1. I guess that ties into Nerry and, uhShaestrel. One, two, three. Then theres, uhuh

Your new Skill?

Lyonette looked pointedly at the curtain behind Erin. A sign had been clumsily affixed to the curtain with the words keep out on them. Erin grunted.

Four. Talking to Ylawes and Ysara about the familys five. Erdidnt people wanna talk to me about the entire Zeladona thing? Great. Thats, like, six billionSaliss is six billion and oneDemsleth! Wait, go back to Ryoka. Lets call that #1.5. So were up to six billion and one point five

Her grasp on math was rapidly slipping. Lyonette was already getting a headache, but fortunately for Erinsomeone cleared his throat.

With respect, Miss Erin, I can sort out most inquiries and hand you all the letters that you need to do yourself. If you want to check over the form responsescan we meet for fifteen minutes? Then I can handle everything you dont want personally.

Erins head turned, and the Magician of Math, the Sovereign of Sunny Glasses, the[Mathematician], Yelroan, grinned at her. Her jaw dropped.

I forgot you were there. Uhh-hi, Yelroan! Hows it going? Do you have a room? Please tell me we gave him a room.

She looked at Lyonette, and he smiled politely at her.

I do have a room. And if youd like, I can write up a schedule.

A what? A schedule?

Yelroan cleared his throat. He had a clipboard, and hed been taking notes as Erin spoke. He had a bit of ink on his blonde fur, but besides that, he had a light tunic on and a bunch of scrolls and some portable writing gear hanging from his belt. He looked like some kind of Gnollish [Loremaster] of arcane or mathematical texts.

For people meeting you. Every issue on your list gets an hour, and we cross them off.

A schedule. Whwhoa. Are we that fancy?

Erin looked at Lyonette, and the [Princess] gave Yelroan a look of profound relief. Nanette smiled as she sipped from her morning cup of milk next to Yelroan. Erin? She looked at the Gnoll, and Nanette, and at Ryoka coming in with a flood of kids, and realized things were different. So she cracked her fingersnearly screamed in agonyand decided to see what had changed.

The world could change suddenly and dramatically. Everything you knew could be upsetfor the better or worse.

Ksmvr knew this. He had once been Prognugator of the Free Hive for about a month. He had been exiled, worthlessbecome an adventurer. Hed found treasure in Albez and seen certain deathCrelerssweeping down on him and his team.

He had thought his team was dead. He had fought in a war, sailed across a world to go home. Good thingsand bad.

Therefore, this is just a passing moment. The folly of greed, andand it does not matter. These things do not matter like people. What we have will inevitably go, and we were silly to cling to them. I should have enjoyed these things more. It does not matter. If it hurts because I am cut, blood is my tears.

He lay on his side in a wagon as it bounced south at a quick pace. Two skeletal horses pulled it forwards without end, a bumpy if free ride that never needed to slow save for the passengers comfort.

In fact, the Horns of Hammerad, used to the rough travel, had even added pillows and hay to make the ride better. Blankets, too, for the cold. Ksmvr had one over him, and his head lay in Yvlons lap.

She was patting him on the head.

Itswell get you more trees, Ksmvr.

There was an odd look on her face. As if she were trying not to laughbut she wasnt going to laugh anyways. Because Ksmvr looked sosad. It was just patently ridiculous, and yet Yvlon seemed almost as if she were trying not to cry too. For him.

That is alright, Yvlon. Your family has suffered too much. I do not need trees. You should keep all of them.

We dont need all thewe can spare two trees.

Yvlon murmured. She looked back north, as if she were trying to see the smoke rising from House Byres. Of course, they were beyond the High Passes, but she looked so disturbed she almost seemed glad she was comforting Ksmvr.

Ceria had asked point-blank if she wanted to turn around, but Yvlon had claimed they had too much to do. Plus, their passengers would surely object to the delay. And they were definitely watching Ksmvr, the Baron of Two Trees, process the fact that in the burning of the keep, the two trees he had been gifted were now ash.

Wil was trying not to laugh. He knew it was entirely inappropriate, but something about seeing Ksmvr, the Antinium, mourning twotrees was so incongruous he was fighting with every muscle not to let out a guffaw. He was normally the reserved [Lord]but his chest was shaking.

And in truth, Ceria Springwalker might have been hiding her face against Pisces shoulder in a paroxysm of empathetic griefor she might be giggling a bit. But that was probably because she had no real morality, only sympathy for Ksmvr.

Wil didnt really have an excuse. He was just an asshole. Merrik kept nudging him, and Wil triedbut the hard nudges made his lips tremble harder. Venaz eyed Wils red face and sweating brow and muttered.

Peki.

The Garuda sitting by Wils other shoulder and staring at the snow falling from the sky looked around, stared at Wil, and nodded to Venaz.

She punched Wil in the side so hard the laugh came out with what felt like half his spleen.

Ha-plubh!

Ksmvr looked up as Wil doubled over, clutching at the agony in his side. That had not been a light punch. He groaned.

Peki!

Dont make fun of his trees. You have House Kallinad lands. Two trees is a lot in Pomle.

Wil turned beet red as Peki said the quiet part out loud over the moving wagon. Nailren, who had been napping as they headed south along the trade routes to the Great Plains, raised his head and snorted.

In the Great Plains, too.

Come to think of itthe Professor would tell you two trees could be two Paeths. Shameful.

Venaz decided to pile on. Wil, still wondering if Peki had ruptured the lining of his stomach, looked up through watering eyes.

I didnt meanits just surprising. Im sorry.

He addressed that to Ksmvr, and the Antinium raised his head slowly.

Lord-Strategist Wil Kallinad. I do not begrudge your amusement. I am told I can be a very silly Antinium. Nor do I expect you to understand why I loved having two trees. A man who owns a thousand would not care, but I have never owned anything in my life. I had two trees. Now, I have none. Your amusement does not hurt me, so do laugh if you wish to without restraint. I am glad someone feels levity.

He nodded to Wil with such pained dignity that Ceria began hiccupingin her grief. Pisces covered his mouth and looked away, delighted as Wil turned crimson. Yvlon eyed him as Merrik stared at Ksmvr, then punched Wil in the shoulder.

Nice going, Wil. Giving us Terandrians a bad name.

I justI am sincerely sorry, Adventurer Ksmvr. Could IIm sure the trees could be replanted? Could I, uhoffer you two trees to help with the loss?

Wil was red and again feeling as if he were either being made fun of or this was entirely serious. Ksmvr raised his head, and this time, his antennae lowered sharply.

I dont want your trees, Lord Kallinad. That is not how it works. Please, do not offer me again. You do not respect the trees you throw around like pieces of wood.

To save Wil, Yvlon murmured.

Didnt the Empress of Beasts offer you a bunch of trees, Ksmvr? Maybe you have them.

Ksmvr returned to staring at the snowing sky. Snowflakes melted on his chitinous carapace, and his faceted eyes stared up at the winter with a kind of somber wonder reflected in them.

She did. And several rocks. But Nsiia also stole my sword. So everything she offers is suspect. She is a dirty thief. Quite literally. She washes herself with dirt. Like Yinah.

His ruminations into Nsiias hygiene was soWil felt his lips quivering and saw Peki raise a fist again. In desperation, he looked around the wagon.

Erercould I invite you to join us on our route to Zeres after we reach the Great Plains, Horns of Hammerad? Well travel from Zeres with the rest of the Swords of Serept, but we are going home. Frankly, if you wanted to, we would enjoy the company at sea.

Or in Baleros. The Titan will be having us on the field. We should be back as soon as possiblewell have to charter a Courier ship if we can.

Venaz murmured. The students nodded and sat up.

The Titan was at war. Theyd heard hed taken all the senior students from the academy, and the younger ones were actually helping with the Forgotten Wing companys push into the Dyed Lands.

From having their adventure abroad, they couldnt wait to get back. It felt like an entire year had passedand fair, it had been all of fall for Wil. He had leveled up significantly, seen a warthe passing of an age

Erin Solstice. For all that, he felt like he was leaving behind so many opportunities, and he realized this was what the Professor talked about.

Every choice is a regret. A [Strategist] is someone who agonizes over what theyve lost. A [General] like the King of Destruction gets to never question his choices.

If Wil stayedif he turned around and asked to join Erins inndid he have much to offer her? He didnt know, but he wondered if Venaz and Merrik thought the same.

Yerrawould she even come with them or would she stay with Feshi?

Feshi would not be coming back. What a thought. The only person Wil knew had regrets was Peki. She had put him onto this train of thought by confessing shed thought of staying. When hed asked whyshed claimed she wanted to lead the Antinium in Liscors army. To see what following that career path would have led her towards.

But she had gone, in the end. Now, Wil was loath to throw away the one connection they had directly to The Wandering Inn. Merrik nodded.

It wouldnt be far out of your waythe City of Waves is a sight if youve never been.

I just saw it when Fetohep sailed past. Better not mention thatbut it would be fun to visit.

Ceria murmured. Pisces shrugged, but the [Necromancer] elaborated after a pause. It was hard to say who was more uncomfortable around the other, Pisces or Wil.

It would be a fine opportunity to sightsee, perhaps purchase something with our gold reservoirs? AndI believe the [Sword Legend] from the Village of the Dead hailed from Zeres, didnt he? Or at least, he trained there.

Cerias eyes flickered, and Yvlon sat up a bit. Wil exhaled. This. This was why he liked adventurers so much. UnfortunatelyKsmvr glanced at him and pointedly away.

I do not know if the company will be as pleasant. I have never met someone who takes trees lightly. They are very heavy in my experience.

Oh, come on.

It was mostly banter. It was probably banterbut even Nailren started laughing at Wil as the [Lord] tried to mend bridges with Ksmvruntil the Antinium pointed out those were made of trees.

And all the while they humiliated Wil Treegiver Kallinad and Ksmvr moped, he lay in Yvlons lap and she patted his head.

Yvlonwho sat in the wagons seat, wearing warm clothing, not armorand next to her sat a kind of leather gauntlet with a short tip of wood.

A pegleg. Peggy had sized it for her, but Yvlon hadnt even learned to walk on it yet, just hobbled into the wagon. She focused on Ksmvr, who had lost two trees. She had lost her familys manor and a foot. Ksmvr asked for snacks, hugs, and more attention than Pisces and Ceria had ever heard him demand in his entire life.

Who was taking care of whom? It was a chill, beautiful winter day under the falling snow. But it was a reminder.

The Winter Solstice was coming.

When Ryoka Griffin finally got rid of the children, it was only by promising shed do this tomorrow. And she suspected it wouldnt be the forty plus children who leftbut double that number.

She just hoped no one got mad, like parents. Because the truth was watching Ekirra go sailing down the hill, screaming he was Rasea Zecrew while waving a sword with an eyepatch on

That was childhood. That was the childhood she wanted, and if she could give that to Sammial, who flew eighty feet clinging to a parachute of the Havens sheets

She would give it to them. Only afterwards did she feel guilty.

Not about Mrsha. The little Gnoll girl would get a ride all of her own, whenever she wanted. Not entirely Mrsha.

It was when she saw the little lamb staring at her meaningfully from her room in the inn. Nerry disappearedbut Ryoka felt that old lurch ofanxiety.

She had duties.

But if Nerry were the stomach ulcer you managed with medicine, Shaestrel was acid in her veins. A terror as existential and deepbecause she looked at the Spring Fae hovering there.

Shaestrel was nothing like Ivolethe. The other faerie had the same heightand the Winter Fae looked like insectile women carved of crystal-ice. But they were aspects of winter.

Shaestrel was spring. And she seemed far more like a plant and a wild thing, changing moment to moment, as if her true nature were

Perspective.

Ryoka blinked, and as she stood by The Wandering Inn and saw the Spring Fae hovering there, at the edge of the roof, she saw what might have been a woman. If she had a body of furand the head of a boar. An animal crossed with a person staring at her

A lady of the Spring Court, wearing sandals laced with the same grass and flowers Ryoka had seen in the lands of the fae. An empty scabbard at her waist, a white flower like a badge of mourning in her hair. Auburn hair that burned like a dawning sun, and eyes that had seen stars being born, green constellations in midnight ink

All these things at once. None in truth. The little faerie stared down at Ryoka with the haughtiness of a [Queen]. And the expectationthat was what scared Ryoka.

Shaestrel.

Dont wear out my name. I gave it to ye and the mistress of the hearth only as a thing of hospitality. We are not friendsnor am I so kind to your lot as Ivolethe is. And sheonly to ye.

She was familiar and not. The other Winter Fae, not Ivolethe, had always seemed more flighty than Ivolethe. Younger, Ryoka had realized, or lesser.

This oneShaestrel was like Melidore. Not half as intense as he was, but he had come in his full aspect. Ryoka could only speculate about the ranks of the Faerie Court. But as she wiped sweat from her brow, she decided it was time to ask.

Yesterday, we didnt get to talk much.

The faes eyes scrunched up with amusement.

Nary two words between yon mortals pshing themselves over the snow. Twas worth the effort to see that high-and-mighty [Princess] digging the furball of luck out of the snowdrift! And to humble the green idiot.

By that she meant that the fae had dropped multiple feet of snow and Mrsha had been buriedbut unharmed by the first snowdrift. As for Relc, Ryoka had seen a snowball as tall as he was knock him off the hill.

She knew this was completely off-topic, but she had to ask.

Whywhy do you hate Relc? I know he annoyed the Winter Fae before. Youve met him?

Shaestrel flipped upside down and hung there, cross-legged.

Not I. Think you Id come to this wasteland of hope and dreams? The others chatter on. It matters not, aye? A grudge is to be kept, after all.

Shedefinitely had a fae-like point of view. And everything she said mattered. Ryoka saw the Spring Fae eying her.

Ask. Ask. Why havent I flown off with the rest of my kin? Or perhaps why Im green, eh? Lets play a game. Ask me the best question.

Or?

Ryoka knew faerie games and got nervous. Shaestrel bared her teeth.

Ill take a chunk of your flesh and blood.

She saw Ryokas face and elaborated with a roll of her eyes.

Ill bite ye. Satyrs blood, yer soft. No fun at all. Nevermind. Just ask.

She folded her arms and stared up at the sky. Ryoka hesitated, but even this craziness made her want to cry because it wasmagic. She hesitated, stared at Shaestrel, and then spoke.

Yulnous and the others flew on to deliver winter to the rest of this world. Just as promised. Because you keep your promises. Even now. Will flying fasterprevent them from being caught?

It was the first question and the one that made Shaestrel slowly rotate upright. Her smile vanished, and she opened her mouth. Then

Ryoka felt a pair of teeth unfasten from around the tip of her ear. She yelped, clapped a hand to her earand the faerie flew out from where she had been leaning on Ryokas head. Her ear hurt, but a hair more pressure and she would have lost

How had she?

Good enough. The answer is simple. Speed may matter, aye. It is not as if our foes move fast. Or have bodies to catch. We are in danger. But we swore an oath. So we dared it. Our King forbade us not, and sanctioned us not. I? I should not be here, but Yulnous stopped me not. The Wild Hunt stopped me not. So here I be.

Ryoka sucked in her breath. She tried to translate that into plainspeak. And process what Shaestrel had done. Shed unbit Ryokas ear because the question had been good. Was she messing with time?

No. Just location. You figured out how to see. But our home took it easy on ye anyways. If you came back a second time, wed make it more challenging.

Shaestrel laughed at Ryokas face. The Wind Runner shook her head.

So youre sayingyoure breaking the rules like Ivolethe. You werent forbidden from coming hereyoure probably in trouble. The Winter Fae shouldnt be here. But you promised.

Yes. And promises are everything.

Such a sad gaze. Such a determined one. The fae knew what was here. Dead gods. Something that could probably threaten them. And they came.

They always did. Ryoka remembered the hill of flowers/the hill of graves/the hill of swords.

The grave of the Faerie Queen.

She looked at Shaestrel and knew that if she asked if the Spring Fae knew what she was doing, shed get far worse than a bite. So Ryoka went on.

Ivolethe?

Still punished not to see you. Though her disgrace is less. Afore you ask, the court of our King is aflutter. A thousand thousand guests saw the horrors of your world and quailed.

The

The faerie clapped a hand to her forehead in annoyance and shouted.

Argh. Ask the [Innkeeper]. Ask her! I have not the patience to explain it! I knew I should have waited until you knew! Fuck this time and your stupid mind.

She pointed at Ryoka, and the Wind Runner gulped. But Shaestrel calmed down after a second.

Nae. Nae, I should not be angry. I camebecause I wanted to. Because no one forbade it.

Ryoka bit her lip. Something was offeven for a fae, Shaestrel sounded more open than Ivolethe had ever beenand more cagey.

Tohelp?

Instantly, the Spring Fae shook her head and wagged a finger at Ryoka. With a mighty frown, she glared.

I never said that. Ye did not hear me say that. That is a lie and against all rules, and I would swive ye with Excalibur itself before I broke that rule. I spit on the idea. Ptey.

She spat to the side, squinting her eyes in disgust. Then she opened her left eye, and a green mote studied Ryoka.

Now, the Wind Runner was catching on.

Ah. So youre not helping me. That would be completely unacceptable.

Especially given the odds.

Yeah. And youre only here because no one told you not to come. Including the Faerie King.

He never said a word, no.

And youre not here tohelp me out?

Shaestrel rolled her eyes.

No, not at all. Does that clear it up?

It did. Ryoka was astonished. Stunnedand both worried and relieved. Because that meant

Really? Youre allowed to

Would you shut up and not draw attention to it?

The voice that whispered in her ear was immediate and not like the faes normal tones. Shaestrel never opened her mouthit sounded like a howling gust of wind and a beetles buzz combined.

Ryoka shut her mouth. But she had needed to know.

Okay, this wasnt just bending the rules like the Faerie King would tolerate. There werepossibly big consequences. Shaestrel seemed to approve of Ryokas novel cognition. She spoke in an airy, lighter tone.

So I suppose Ill follow you around a lot. Ivolethe said you feed your companions well enough. Fine mead and vittles! Thats why Im here! And to see you embarrass yourself across this world. And if you had a few questions, I might deign to answer them.

Ryoka licked her lips. This was where she established just how helpful Shaestrel might be. And she might

The last time Oberon had interceded, that she saw, he had pulled a fast one on Rhisveri and unleashed literal armadas worth of firepower into the void, and the other times hed given her his obol and the Faeblade. When Ivolethe broke the rules, shed frozen Venitra into a block of ice.

Shaestrel was not here on a joyride or to see Ryoka. She was here on a mission, and the look in her eyes said she knew the risks. She had come to make war within her strange laws.

What kind of answers can you give? Am Iwas I wasting time, playing with the children?

The fae knew everythingor more than Ryoka, at any rate. They knew prophecy and the reasons the world was the way it was. Shaestrel hummed like a buzzing bee, and Apista crawled out to see what it was. Shaestrel patted the bee on the head as she leaned on it and spoke.

To answer your question, Ryoka Griffin, when I first heard of Ivolethes friendaye, when she was older and different, an aeon agoI laughed so hard I nearly shat myself. Never in my times did I think Id see it come to pass, and she swore a blue streak for a hundred years afterwards. The poor fool who told it to her darent show his face in the court until a moon had fallen from the sky. To see you now, I say it was a joke that would set all to laughing another lifetime. Look at you.

Ryoka scowled as Apista waved her antennae and buzz-chuckled.

Thanks.

Shaestrel lifted a hand, and the mocking smile that had appeared turned serious.

No, I mean it. Fate is tricky. Never once did I think Id come here. I swore, in fact, never to return to this damned place. But fate is a tricky bitch. Here I am. Here I am, and I will not help you with all of my heart. But

She cast right and left and grunted as she eyed Ryoka.

Yer best friend. What is her name?

Ryoka hesitated, and the faerie rolled her eyes.

Name four, then.

UhuhErin?

Keep going. Dont look at me! Not everything is a test, you blithering idiot, you! Just say it!

UmErin, Fierre, Garia, uh, uh, Charlay? Mrsha? Uh

Shaestrel crossed her arms and waved at Ryoka.

Yes. As I thought. So Im somewhereelse. Somewhen. You see, I dont know if it was this thats the right one. Because if I see a single drop of rain in fates storm and know where it landsmy King sees the storm itself and the mountain and ground. So I trust his judgment. You see? Any advice I give youshould be taken as that. Some things I know, and I will tell you what I know as opposed to what I think. Makes sense?

Sort of.

So her advice wasnt perfect. Ivolethe had said as muchand Shaestrel made the situation worse.

Even more annoying is that even if you see as much as my kinghe plays his games against opponents who see the entirety of it. And they love twisting fate aroundand shes

A bitch? Is it a she?

Ever heard of the three fates? Theyre always she and always pretentious. We know all! Even our end! Well, ye didnt see the part where I snipped a thread! Hah! That didnt end well.

Ryoka felt like this was an endless, fascinating rabbit hole of confusion she could go down. So she backed away from that and re-focused.

So the childrendid I do the wrong thing there? Am I in the wrong place? I made a huge mess in Ailendamus andyou know what Ive done.

Shaestrel closed her eyes now and opened one eye again. She studied Ryoka, suddenly deathly serious, and spoke.

Most of it. Yes, Ive come to you to see what you do, Ryoka, and to kick you if need be. To answer your question of Ailendamusof course you pissed about and made a fool of yourself. We dont expect perfection. To answer your question of nowmaking children happy is never a bad thing, aye?

She looked more kindly after the children packing up their toys than Ryoka expected. The Wind Runner almost smiled at that, but then Shaestrel turned her gaze on her.

Now, though, you come home to your friend. The hearthkeeper. A [Lord] besotted on your heels. A blade in hand. A quest upon you from the Wyrm. An old man waking from his deep sleep. I do not offer you advice immediately how to resolve it all.

But I dont know what to do

Ryoka hesitated and felt a surge of terror again. It was like when Erin was dead or trying to find Ivolethe. She was reminded of Demsleth, Magnolia.

A hand seized Ryokas face. Not kindlyit cupped her chin, and fingernails sharp and ragged cut into her skin. Shaestrel stared down at Ryoka, and her breath stank of spring mold and blood and

It was firm, and she looked at Ryoka with a kind of pleading intensity.

Ryoka Griffin. I cannot fight your battle or live it for you. Listen to me. Not every moment need be spent racing towards the goal you and I know. You cannot do it yourself. But listen to me when I tell you it is serious. SoI do not know you. We were not fated friends. But show me why He trusts you. Why Ivolethe does.

Ryoka inhaled, and perhaps that was what she had needed to hear. Not an answer, but a challenge. She stepped back, and Shaestrel flew up higher.

I think Ill stop distracting you. Go. Down came Shaestrel oft her flighty throne, breaking her promises yay again. Promisebreaker, vanquished maiden of war. Unfit for her Queens side or the dignity of it all. Down came she, and met a mortal who befriended the wind. And then

And then? Ryoka Griffin exhaled. She looked up and went to find Erin Solstice.

When she found Erin Solstice, Ryoka had Nerry in her arms. The little lamb had given her a long stareand Shaestrel a wary one.

Shes a friend, Nerry. And dontdont get mad. Shes one you want to have as a friend, and all the Sariants in the world dont scare her.

The Spring Fae flew overhead in Erins innfor there was no cold iron in it except maybe a few pans, none in the nailsand she was welcome. She bared her teeth as Nerry gave the fae a long look.

But Nerry said nothing. She might write something given time, but she expressed herself with baahs, often cute, or her own physical attacks. She was high on Ryokas list.

Erin, though? They had talked a bit in the garden of koi fish about what they had seen and their mutual enemy. Ryoka was glad to be on the same side.

But one conversation was the start of it all. Zeladona, ironically, was a distraction. They needed to do more, and if Ryoka ran without doing that, now, after all she knew and had doneshe thought Shaestrel would bite more than her ear off.

Plus, you had to admit from that objective-ish standpoint that Erin had a new Skill. And it was pretty cool. If you thought about it. Symbolically, it just fit, and yes, maybe certain attention had been put on

Dead thee gods, shut up, shut up

Shaestrel was muttering for some reason behind Ryoka. Perhaps she heard something? Ryoka looked around, but she was walking behind the curtain in the common room of the inn.

Lyonette, can I speak to Erin? Its sort of important.

Lyonette looked up from where she and a blonde Gnoll were sitting over a sheaf of papers.

Funny you should say that. Youre next on her list. Shes investigating her new theatre now shes no longer killing everyone she sees. Go on through. Ill note it on the schedule.

Erins got a schedule?

Ryoka stared. Lyonette stared at Nerry, who gave her an innocent baah from Ryokas arms.

Yes. And this is Yelroan. Nice to see youre enjoying our zoo of pets. Mister Yelroanare you sure we can afford the costs?

He fiddled with his glasses and smiled.

You can call me Yelroan. Plains Eye never did titles, Lyonette. If I can call you that. I could do PrerManager? Assistant Manager?

Lyonette will do.

He nodded as Ryoka eyed the curtain and walked towards it. She heard a rustle as he showed her something.

Obviously, paying attention to the inns costs is important. But I have a method for that, and Ill be recording this coming months expenses and income very thoroughly.

I gave you my notes.

Yesbut Id like to have a different system, if you dont mind. You see, you write down costs and incomebut Id like to use a method I call two-ledger notation. I put it into place to make sure Plains Eyes money went where it was supposed to. I learned it from Salazsar where a famous [Secretary] restored her companys financesit will make sure we dont lose money. And frankly, when you see your sources of income and I propose a few more, I dont think a few Sariant Lambs will matterthough well know how much one costs per year.

Lyonette blinked and brightened up as she stared at the odd boxes Yelroan drew up on a piece of paper. He looked exceptionally proud of his refinements to this method, which had kept an entire major tribe more or less free of missing income.

And he had done this mostly just by hearing what Salii had done and reverse-engineering the concept from logic. Lyonette could well appreciate this as she stared at Yelroans novel thinking.

If her father were here, or mother, they would have adopted Yelroan on the spotwell, maybe. And in the face of all this?

Joseph, walking by the table, was about to, in the classic Earther style, give it the real name and ruin all of Yelroans hard work. Because Earthers had done everything first, apparently.

Except this. Ryoka pushed past the curtain and stopped. Someone was sitting on the floor ahead of her, looking gloomy as she read a letter.

Mrsha du Marquin looked over and sighed as she saw Ryoka.

Oh, you. Hello, you. Finally deigning to hang out with us common folk?

MrshaIm sorry I havent said hello today. Heres Nerry and Shaestrel.

Mrsha eyed the Spring Fae and Sariant Lamb. Then she sighed again. She handed Ryoka another card.

I suppose I can spare the time. Gires gone.

Oh no. Your friend? The one whodangled me in the well?

Mrshas head drooped. She and Gire had cried about it all night, but the Ekhtouch [Paragon] had left in the morning like a ghost. And shed left Mrsha this letter.

It had eighteen pages. All about why she had to go and Ekhtouchs future and how sad she was. Ryoka peeked at it, and Mrsha punched her toe.

Private.

When the City Runner stopped hopping on one foot, she and Mrsha looked at each other. Mrsha didnt rush into Ryokas armsshe had and had been glad to see Ryoka, but

Youre not my mother. Lyonette is. You might be an aunt of some kindI havent worked out your genealogy yet. You saved my life, and were friendsbut you run away too much.

Ryoka stared at the card Mrsha handed her. The girl stood upand to Ryokas astonishment, Mrsha was wearing a kilt. She walked around on two legs as Ryoka stuttered.

Youyoure walking? I thought it was a fluke Lyonette got you in clothing!

I have been for months. I condescend to verticality.

Ryoka had begun getting Mrshas floral letters, and that hadnt changed, but the girl looked so old, now. Not old as in grown up, but the difference between, wellhow old had she been? Sevennow eight.

She might only be eight, but time was different in this world. Years were longer. Ryoka felt sad. But then Mrsha stuck out a paw.

I confess, I am glad to see you. I have been hesitating before the proverbial abyss. Erin has rolled beyond, and I fear to tread without a shield. Will you go with me? I was going to ask Numbtongue, but hes still peeling potatoes.

It wasnt much, but Ryoka bent down and squeezed the paw.

Id be delighted to be your shield. If its okay.

Mrsha sniffed.

Gire does it better because shes bigger. But forsooththe [Worlds Eye Theatre] awaits. Do youknow what it is?

Ryokas head came up. She eyed what lay beyond Erins curtain and realized why Erin hadnt immediately rushed everyone to see. Perhaps even she didnt know what it was because

No. But its not dangerous, right?

Probably not. You go first.

To understand the [Worlds Eye Theatre], you had to know what had changed.

Before, the [Grand Theatre] had been an impressive stretch of room that compressed itself into Erins inn. Such that you would get an odd sense of dissonancethe room that should have been an already-spacious inns common room turned into a chamber three hundred feet long with a wide dais at the end where the Players of Celum could perform.

Essentially, it stretched Erins common room, only it lacked for windows, and it had copied her semi-beaten chairs and tables, eventually upgrading into a rather lovely mini-theatre.

The Seasons Theatre in Invrisil and the Players of Liscor and Pallass had later overshadowed this low-frills theatre, but it had still seated a number of guests.

Now, thoughsomething had completely redesigned the nature of the theatre. Potentially correcting a weaker number of Skills for someone of Erins level and class.

After all, Pisces was barely Level 38, ten full levels less than Erin. True, he had a rarer consolidation himself, but at his level, with his abilities and knowledge, he could summon a Skeleton Lord once a month.

Grimalkin, in his 40s as well, could punch out a Frost Wyvern if not a Greater Frost Wyvern. Erin was at a similar level of achievement, if not direct power to Grimalkin.

Her [Garden of Sanctuary], [Like Fire, Memory], and so on were powerful Skills. But this?

The reason not even Relc, Fierre, and several other guests whod peeked behind the curtain had gone further was because there was more to see. The chairs that had been plain wood or padded, old cloth cushions at best were now

Glass? The rest of the room, including the common room, was probably only two hundred feet long. It had shrunk by a thirdbut Ryoka saw a glass table that looked ornate and fancy and a padded chair with an odd, bright green design and laced covering. Another lookedlike a knitted tea cosy over a chair of mahogany wood, rather expensive.

A [Merchant]s chair? Versus the glass table that had rose or perhaps ruby feet shaped like a lion or some animals claws, see-through and delicate.

One was not like the other. In fact, while the chairs and tables were upgradedsomeone had no sense of style. They were put together as if the grouping had been by monetary value rather than any understanding of what matched.

Still, this was much like the [Grand Theatre] before, and a stage rose at one end of the room. A glittering, black curtain hung there, studded with what looked like stars. It could sweep across the ceiling on wood rollers and close the stage off from view.

Swanky.

If this were all, it would have been a side-grade in Ryokas mind. The stage looked nice, but Ryoka stared at the mostobvious thing that had made the other guests hesitate. Mrsha tugged Ryoka over to the stage to show her one thing.

Whats this? Whats

Ryokas voice suddenly went dead as Mrsha pushed her towards the curtain and pulled it in front of her face. Ryoka tried to speak through the thick fabric, and though her vocal chords vibrated, not a sound came through.

[Silence].

Nerry observed the curtain probably was enchanted with silence spells, possibly to keep anyone from hearing through. Just a little perk. Mrsha, of course, just liked the curtain; it had beautiful sequins sewn onto it, and Ryoka just bet the Players would be raring to perform here.

Anything else interesting about this spot? Magical familiars? Floating chairs?

Mrsha shook her head rapidly. Nothing like Barnethei or Larracels power. She pointed, and Ryoka exhaled.

Okay. Well thenErin went through there?

The [Innkeeper] had rallied enough with Eloises tea to push herself across the floorboards and intoMrsha and Ryoka stared.

When they lit the lanterns hanging on each side of the passage, it would look better. The rounded corridor was only dark because none of the glass torches were illuminated. And it was just a long hallway.

Leading

Erin? Its me and Mrsha. And Shaestrel and Nerry! Can we see what your new theatre looks like?

Ryoka slowly walked forwards towards the hallway and listened, but she heard nothing beyond. Orwas there a faint sound at the edge of hearing? There was a murmur from the regular inn drowning it out.

No seeing down the passageway. Ryoka hesitated, and Mrsha took her handand then nodded. She handed Ryoka a pre-written card.

You first, Redshirt.

Who teaches you this stuff?

Kevin.

Ryoka sighed, but she wasnt scaredshe was actually exc

Clap, clap.

The distant sound reached them, and the lanterns on the wall flared to life. Magical light, a bright blue, blazing like the eye of a [Wizard], filled the carpeted hallway, and Ryoka flinched.

Erin! You scared me to death!

She thought she heard laughter. Mrsha was hiding behind Ryokas leg. Nerry was hiding behind Mrsha. Shaestrel just sighed.

The largest cowards in any timeline. Oh, just the luck. Ihuh?

The Spring Faerie looked up, and Ryoka Griffin, Mrsha, Nerry, and Shaestrel herself started. The dark corridor had been so black as to not show anyone anything beyondand the wind was silent here.

A little, primal part of Ryoka had feared the darkness. Mrsha the Vainglorious had not dared to follow Erin. And they were the heart of the inn.

The heart of it, like Numbtongue dangling potato scraps over Reagens head until Calescent poked him back to work.

Lyonette and Yelroan, bending over the budget. And Bird. The Worker had pulled up a chair at their table and kept trying to add in a budget for a ballista. The worst part was that Yelroan was humoring him.

Parts of the inn, like Octavia trying to bargain with Rags for her potions, made it come alive. But there was alwaysmore. Someone else like Yelroan.

Or, now, as the lights came ona little girl. One of the scariest things to see in a dark hallway. Perhaps even a point of pride that it was girls.

Sammial would have just been funny. But this girl had brown pigtails, carefully braided, and no hat. She stood, staring ahead, and she feared no darkness.

She had been a [Witch]. Now, she was just a witch. The difference was how you thought of it. Nanette turned as Mrsha recoiled and grabbed Ryokas hand.

Nanette! You scared us to death! Were you in here all along?

Hullo, Miss Ryoka. Im sorry I frightened you. I was just looking. Am I in your way?

Nanette turned and gave Ryoka a slight smile. Ryoka realizedshe had completely forgotten Nanette was there.

The witch often could blend in with the inn, a talent that she might have been taught. But she was also no Mrsha, who got attention by causing trouble. Mrsha, of course, ran over to laugh and tell Nanette how good the prank was.

But the young girl shyly glanced up at Ryoka.

If Im in the way, Ill leave.

She peeked at Shaestrel and stuck her tongue out at Nerry. Ryoka looked at Mrsha.

No! Not at all. Imin your debt.

In my mothers debt. You dont have to take me along if you want to be with Mrsha. I know Im new.

The girl was somehow able to be more straightforwards at her young age than Ryoka, twice her age, could manage. Ryoka flushed, and Mrsha waved her paws frantically.

No, were not mad youre here! Were glad! Come with us, please?

Nanette waited, and Ryoka nodded.

Of course. Youre part of the inn.

May I be part of the secrets too, then?

Nanette looked at Shaestrel and Nerry, and Ryoka hesitated. Mrshas head swung around, and she eyed the lamb blankly. But Ryokawavered.

It was a lot. A lot that she did not pull Mrsha into. But then, Mrsha was a kid, and she was going to school now, and that was right.

But Nanette? She waited, as if asking Ryoka to tell her whether she was a kid orRyoka nudged Nerry. The lamb instantly kicked her in the ankle.

Nerry. Be nice. This is Nanette. Nanettea witch. And Shaestrel, this is Nanette Weishart.

Good day to ye. I tip my hat to thee.

To Ryokas astonishment, the Spring Fae reached up and made the motion with an almost stiffly dignified nod. Nanette peered up at her.

So thats what you look like. I tip my hat to thee. You never showed yourself to us before.

Your lot likes to meddle, and there are rules. I am Shaestrel. Another child on a dangerous journey. Is this wisdom?

Shaestrel looked tired, suddenly, and at Ryoka almost accusatorially, and the Wind Runner wondered if she was doing the wrong thing. But Nanette lifted her small chin.

Miss Shaestrel. I understand your reservations, but I am a witch. I dont recall asking.

At that, the faerie laughed ruefully.

Spoken like the rest of your meddlesome lot. Theres the lot whod face down my ilk and Dragons with naught but a hat and the sass of ages. So be it.

And with that, she did a flying leap and landed in Nanettes hair. Nerry glowered at the witch, but Nanette produced something.

Nerry. Are you hungry? Here.

She handed the Sariant Lamb something, and Ryoka saw Nerry grudgingly grab a stick of jerky and begin chewing it.

Wait. Are you the one feeding Nerry?

The lamb was clearly self-sufficient, and Nanette tilted her head.

I sometimes get her what she wants from the shelves, but I think she feeds herself. Weve come to a bargain, she and I. Were both guests of Miss Erin.

Why meat?

I dont know. Ask her.

The lamb chewed with an evil grin at Ryoka and Mrsha. But Mrsha gave Nanette a flying leap that turned into a hug.

Youre so cool! Im going to be a [Witch] too, someday! And a [Wizard]! Mrsha the Witch-Wizard! And a [Druid].

Nanette read the notecard, and her rosy-cheeked smile hesitated. She glanced at Mrsha.

Maybe just the other two.

What? Not a [Witch]? Id be a great one! Right?

Mrsha looked at Ryoka for confirmation and got a hesitant nod from a classic encouraging adult with the spine of melted cheese who didnt want to crush anyones dreams. Nerry just farted, which seemed to be a commentary in itself. Nanette?

Youd be a bad one, Mrsha. As you are. Dont joke about it, please.

Mrshas face fell as Nanette pushed back for the first time. She spluttered and held up a notecard.

I just meant Id be a good one. Forsooth?

No. I wont lie about being a witch.

Shaestrel seemed to be enjoying the one-sided beatdown. Ryoka hesitated.

WNanette knows what shes talking about, Mrsha. Its a tough class.

I could so become a good [Witch]. You dont know. Just because your mom was one and you were onedoesnt prove anything. You cant decide whos a [Witch]!

Nanette took a deep breath and tried not to look vexed.

Thats something a real witch would say, Mrsha. I suppose youre right. Erin said it like that, and everyone agreed. But you say itor write itbadly.

How? Im great at writing.

Nanette stared at the delicate cursive and shook her head.

I am a Witch. You? Say that to Mavikas face.

Mrsha hesitated. Hold on, now. Lets not get crazy. She was about to write that when Nanette gave her a pointed look. The girl leaned over and whispered in Mrshas ear.

Youre not a witch. Dont play games with my class unless you want to get burnt. Claim youre an [Archmage] in front of Valeterisa first.

Mrshas jaw opened wide. She looked at Nanettethen fell over on the floor and dragged herself behind Ryoka. Nanette straightened the hat she didnt have.

Okay. Dont make Nanette mad. But now the girl was hereRyoka tried to smile down at her.

Hows, uh, things?

I just came to the inn and Miss Solstice was possessed by a ghost. Wiskeria summoned an Elemental of Lawand now Miss Solstice has a new theater. Ive been interested. I was trying to figure out if the windows were the same thing as Captain Halracs arrow. Would you like to see?

Nanette turnedand Mrshas head snapped up as they remembered Halrac.

He hadnt said much about what had happened when he vanished. He remembered nothing, and he was actually abed in Riverfarm; it seemed like he hadnt eaten for two days straight.

No one had known what that stuff on his arrow was. It wasnt magical that anyone could telland no one was about to touch or fire it. Right now, it was in a special case, and once Halrac got better, theyd investigate.

Doubtless, it mattered. But when Nanette said that

That pushed Ryoka forwards. She walked straight ahead, and to her surprise, the corridor grew, if not brighterimmediately more open.

Windows shone through the corridor not twenty feet past the lanterns. Something about this place made Ryoka feel shed walked further than she had physicallylike the [Garden of Sanctuary], this place existed in a kind of other dimension.

But the windowsshowed the view outside the inn. Perfect little square windows showing Ekirra and Visma giggling as they kicked a ball around. Mrsha banged on the window that had four panes of what seemed to be glassbut when she touched the perfect little view of the outside, she recoiled.

It wasnt glass at all! It was something smooth and perfectly solid.

See? Its not the wall, either. It feels like somethingor nothing.

Nanette tapped the not-glass panes. It looked like an ordinary window, and a strip of wood ran between the four panes, but the glass was the fake part.

Dead gods, what is it?

Ryoka saw the witch produce a knife. Nanette tapped the glass, and Ryoka hesitated before stopping herbut Nanette thrust the tip into the glass and then showed them the edge.

I just have a cheap dagger, but look.

Shed blunted the edge. And Nanette had tried to break or mark the glass. She stuck a finger in her mouth and touched the glass.

The saliva ran straight off it onto the wood. There was no friction whatsoever. Even a mirror would take a bit of a stain.

In fact, there was a bit of ketchup on the floor.

Its strange stuff. Skill stuff. But it seems to just show the outside world. See?

She pointed out, and everyone admired the view outside the inn. There was no way the windows

This is the front of the inn, isnt it?

Ryoka frowned because the windows seemed to be pointing the wrong way. Nanette nodded. Mrsha had been looking around.

We should be looking north, not west. Its all wrong! Magic?

That was Nanettes take too. The not-glass was thus both no material anyone understood and reflecting the wrong imageat least according to the laws of physics. Like a projection onto a screen? Ryoka shuddered as she eyed someone walking up the hill.

Klbkch. He slowed slightly as he jogged up the hillrather fast, as if he wanted to get to the inn and see Erin soon. Hed come from the side, not from Liscor, and Ryoka suspected hed used a secret entrance to the inn.

Thenthe Antinium produced a tiny tin of what looked like floor wax and began patting it on his head and shoulders! Buffing himself up! He checked his uniform, and though they had no sound, Mrsha and Ryoka could see hed bought some of Relcs favorite dried, spiced Prelons, which he took out of a bag of holding. He promptly put them under a bag of dried sardines, which Relc hated.

He was looking good for Erin! Or his friend? Ryoka laughedand was glad Klbkch couldnt hear them. But the strangest thing happened.

Klbkch looked up suddenly and then whirled around. He staredand dropped the bags of snacks and put a hand on his sword. He kept rotating and rotating, growing increasingly uneasy.

As if he didnt know where, but he knew he was being watched.

Good instincts, that warrior.

Ryoka nodded to Shaestrel. Nanette eyed Klbkch warily.

No ones introduced me to Klbkch.

I can do it later if you want, Nanette?

Mm. I should be delighted to meet someone like him, Mother always said she wanted to walk into the Hivelands, but she didnt because she had me.

When Nanette said it like thatRyoka was reminded who Klbkch was to his people. She nodded slowly. Then, to save Klbkch, she moved on with Mrsha and Nanette.

These were, of course, just the details. Just the filling between one room and another. The windows, the furniturethey were all little gaps in what should be. Because this Skill had not existed before, a few judgment calls had been made. Maybe it should have been left blank butwhy not?

The [Worlds Eye Theatre] was bright as Ryoka and Mrsha walked out of the hallway of about forty feet, a rather long walk for a part of the inn not visible from the outside. The red carpet stretched into it and snaked around the dome.

Perhaps the hallway was too long or the dome toocircular. Perhaps something liked domes. It didnt matter, in the end. For it was done, and now it was a Skill that might pass to others once the current holder lost the Skill.

And Ryokas breath came out in a long rush as she stared about.

Dead gods.

Mrsha looked around, and her jaw dropped, and Nerrys mouth was open too as they stared around what Ryoka could only describe as a theatrea proper theatre like the Globe, like the biggest in her world, with beautiful, soft seats with no apparent stitching, perfectly placed in wide, descending rows towards a central amphitheater. Nanette stared up, and she put a hand on her hair as again, if trying to hold onto her hat.

The chairs werefoldable? Mrsha had never seen folding chairs, but these would fall open to let you sit if you put any weight on them. Why like that? They could even recline. Fancy.

It surely came from Erins own ideas of a theatre. The stage in the center was where a performer or the center of the room could be in view of allbut the first thing that drew Ryokas eye were the seats.

Stupid, she knew, but she noticed the lack of stitching in the same way Hethon had noticed her footwraps had no end to the thread. These had not been processed in any normal way.

Neither had the glass. And it was that which Mrsha stared up atfor she had the most unsettling feeling in the world for a second.

As if Xherw and Ulcreziek still haunted her. For she realized what Ryoka took a moment to see.

The dome. Itsan eye?

Glass walls rose above them, reflecting the sky above the inn, the mountains, glass with no warp or signs of where they were joined. They still had a kind of geometric quality to them, such that each pane was a hexagon that fit together with the rest. But they rose upwards until you saw a line across the ceiling. The glass changed there to create a perfect circle that looked like the pupil of an eye, then the outline of an iris.

An eye, staring up at the sky. Nanette whispered.

Symbols. But is it staring at us or are we staring through it?

And below it, sitting in the center of the amphitheater, in her chair, for there were ramps along with gentle stairs and guardrails, was Erin Solstice. She turned in her chair and spread her arms weakly as Ryoka, Nanette, Mrsha, Nerry and Shaestrel stared down at her.

Hey! Look at my new Skill! Im so glad you made itI cant get out!

Erin, this is amwait, what?

Ryoka looked down at Erin, and the [Innkeeper] shouted back.

I cant roll up the ramps. I kept shouting for someone to come get me! Didnt Mrsha hear? Stopstop laughing!

The, uh, design of the [Worlds Eye Theatre] had assumed you were capable of moving up the incline towards the top-most level where Ryoka and Mrsha stood. Erin had apparently been trying to roll up the ramps using the handrails for the last ten minutesbut shed lost her strength in her arms and ended up rolling back into the center of the room.

Cant you use your garden door to get out?

Erin glowered, her arms folded.

My wheels get stuck in the grass and dirt, and someones got to clean them. I thought Mrsha would come running. Nanette! I thought I sensed you! Didnt you hear me?

The little witch ducked her head.

I did, Miss Solstice.

What? Why didnt you come get me?

I thought you should learn a lesson about what you can and cant do. Magus Grimalkin keeps trying to teach you.

She was mean! Erins mouth fell open, and Ryoka began to like Nanette more and more. The little witch was unmoved, and Erin ducked a fight she might not want to take at this moment. Ryoka apologized for not coming sooner.

Mrsha got nervous. So did Ihave you seen the windows?

Windows? Who looks at windows? Look at that!

Erin pointed up at the dome. Then she grinned.

At least I learned some things while I was here. Look at this.

She clapped her hands with a wicked smile, and Ryoka realized that Erin might be a bit annoyed today. Because without warning her

The glass dome overhead blinked.

The eye of glass moved. A ripple passed through the ceiling, as of a vast eye opening and shutting. Mrsha promptly grabbed Ryokas hand tightand suddenly, Ryoka was staring up at stars.

What the heck?

I think its the sky if you took out the sun. Literally night-vision. I dont think I can make this place show me fake things. I can do that in the garden. But this is different. This is real. See? Hey! Liscors walls!

Erin clapped her hands again, and the eye blinked. This time it was faster, and when it re-focused Ryoka felt vertigo again. Because the view had shifted. Nowthey were staring at Liscors walls, but the view was zoomed in.

Watch Captain Zevara was standing on the battlements, staring out across the Floodplains with a steely-eyed look of concentration. When the [Guardsman] patrolling walked past her, she exhaled, yawned, and sipped from a cup of coffee.

Its a scrying orb! Its the worlds largest scrying orb!

No, its not! Dont make it sound that uncool!

Erin rebutted Ryokas statement instantly. The Wind Runner pointed at the dome.

Its plenty cool, Erin! Imagine how much Palt would charge to make it? Youve got the worlds greatest scrying orb. G-good for you. I wonder if Wistram can see through it?

Erins proud smile turned into an increasingly huge scowl as Mrsha rubbed her paws excitedly. Just imagine watching TV here! But Ryoka was less, uh, impressed.

Im sure it has other functions.

Can it show me Chandrar? Show methe King of Destruction!

No, dont do

Nanette looked alarmed. But it was too late. Ryoka clapped her hands. Erin watched, and because Ryoka was allowed, the domes eye blinked. And it showed

Noass nose-holes flared so huge Ryoka saw into his sinuses as Wistram News Network, Channel 1 appeared.

King of Destruction on the march once more. We have reports the un-burnt King of Reim has left his capital, and he seems to be heading south with most of his armies. We can only assume Nerrhavia is his target, and we will be interviewing one of Nerrhavia Fallens finest [Generals], General Thelican, momentarily. The forecast for the war

His voice was so loud that everyone clapped their hands to their ears. It turned out that the [Worlds Eye Theatre] had a sound system.

Quieter, quieter!

Erin screamed, and Noass voice became a gnat. The ringing in Ryokas ears? Did not.

Great. So you have the worlds most impressive voice-command television system.

Ryoka grinned. If that was how it showed Flosand it was impressive that it had figured out what she wanted

Erin Solstice stared at Ryoka.

Youve been gone half a year. I dont miss you, right now. This is my new Skill. It was green. I could use some support.

Its amazing, Erin. Lets make popcorn and hook Kevins computer up to it later. Ersorry. Nanette, why was this a bad idea?

The little witch had folded her arms and gave the two an annoyed look. It made them feel like they were the irresponsible kids.

What would you have done if you scried him and he noticed? Gazi the Omniscient is a half-Gazer. If you look at himhe might have looked back.

Eh, its fine. Ive got something to say to that guy, anyways. He owes me, like, eight gold coins.

Erin waved it off, and Nanette and Ryoka stared at her. The younger witch bit her lip.

Do youhave a plan for everyone you meet?

Not everyone, Nanette. But I am ready for a lot of them.

The [Witch of Second Chances] winked one hazel eye, and Nanette bobbed her head respectfully.

Yes, Witch Erin. Sorry for interrupting.

At least you think my Skill is cool. Unlike Ryoka.

Ryoka tried to mollify Erin. She was justit was great, a new part of Erins inn, but really. It was just a fancy new theatre-movie combo. And she firmly believed that.

Right until she realized the huge glass eye had blinkedand the dome turned dark. Erin, Ryoka, Mrsha, Nanette, and Nerry stared up at the screen.

Thenan Ogre, the most hideous one she had ever seen, kicked his way out of a stall door. Nerry saw his visage appear overhead, magnified a thousandfold in perfect detail.

She wasnt proud of soiling herself. Ryoka stepped on the pellet as she leapt back.

What the fwhat did I step inhow did it do that?

It plays movies? It plays movies!?

Erin screamed back. Shrek was playing at maximum volume, and then Erin pointed up.

Silence! Wait a second. It plays movies.

She looked at Ryoka. Ryoka looked at her bare foot. Mrshas jaw was still dropped. ThenErins head swiveled around.

But Kevins laptop is in the garden.

Can itpull from that?

Ymaybe. Quick! Name another movie we watched when we had movie night! What else does he have?

Umum

Kevin the bootlegger and pirate had stolen a lot of movies he liked. But his hard drive had limits, so hed deleted a lot of movies and replaced themforgotten to delete othersRyoka snapped her fingers.

He has that newthe, umthe shitty Lord of the Rings movie! The Hobbit!

Hey, I liked it!

The originals were classic. But Kevin doesnt have those. The Fellowship of the Ring is so much

Ryoka and Erin stopped arguing, and Shaestrel looked up. The Spring Faerie had heard Ryoka had once told stories of Earths myths to her kin to impress them. She had wondered if Ryoka had the time to tell her the same.

For fae loved stories. Nowshe saw another reason to justify her long, dangerous journey. The Faerie King had not opened any doorthey had taken a different road to get here. But perhaps this

Made it slightly worth it.

For a cheating thing built by fools, ye art interesting.

If you forgotthe first movie began with prophecy. A womans voice, speaking into the darkness. Then the words appeared overhead and the strains of a violin. Then history.

A classic, beautiful story adapted for the screen. But there was no copy of it, not that Erin or Ryoka knew, anywhere in this world.

Even the sound wasdifferent. It came not from speakers, from mundane diodes and the connections of wires, but from ears.

It soundedexactly as a girl had once heard it. Perhaps too loudthe slight crackle of an older movie theatres speakers in the narration. Just like Erin Solstice had once remembered when her parents took her to see the Fellowship of the Ring for the first time. Then she realized what the [Worlds Eye Theatre] was doing.

[Perfect Recall].

It wassynergy. Skill synergy. The movie began playing as Mrshas mouth opened wide and wider. She realized what this meant before Ryoka and Erin, stunned, could process this.

I get to watch all the movies! Get me popcorn! Get me Ekirra and Numbtongue and Bird! Im living here! Gire missed it! Gire missed it!

Mrsha ran around flinging up her arms. Ryoka had to do a bit of the same as she shouted how impossible this was and the possibilities ofcould they show the Players of Celum actual Broadway plays? Nanette? Nanette was trying not to look too excited by all the movies. She had to have a witchs dignity. Then she raised a hand.

Miss Erin? If you can play something youve watchedwhat about a pure memory?

Everyone turned to Erin in excitement as the [Innkeeper] gasped and tried.

She could not. But she could play a theatre and actors on stage onto the screen. Almost as if anything that counted as<ENTERTAINMENT> worked.

Erin couldnt run around, but she waved her arms until she got tired and then laughed.

This is so great! We have to show Lyonette! LyonetteMrsha, push me up the stairs! Also, someone help get rid of Nerrys poo.

The embarrassed Sariant Lamb had, in fact, already kicked the offending piece into a bag of holding. Cursed biology. She should have been made better.

Shaestrel looked down at the angry lamb, and she alone focused amidst the mortals excitement. This was wonderful, yes. This was amazing, true.

But it wasnt like this was that unique. If someone, something had been coming up with the idea for what the [Worlds Eye Theatre] wasit might have drawn from existing abilities.

Like, for instance, a powerful Combined Skill that allowed someone to do much the same. Albeit in a simulation of Earth.

Anyways, here it was. Ryoka was racing to get up and show everyoneand wondering when to ask if Sammial and Hethon could be allowed in. Just because they were kids and deserved to laugh. She had piled Mrsha and Nerry into Erins lap and was preparing to push them all up when someone coughed.

Cough. Cough.

The five others paused. The voice was loud. Ryoka turned her head.

What was that?

Cough. Cough. I have something in my throat.

Shaestrel hovered there, hands behind her back, staring up at the glass dome overhead. Ryoka hesitated. Erin pointed at her.

Is she cool or is she gonna snowball me or give me fake flowers? Because Ill take more flowers.

The Spring Fae whirled around and glared.

Another thing ye were not supposed to do! Well have to see about that. Damn mortals. No. Not that. Are you all done here?

Um. Yep? This is cool, right?

Oh. Ayeayeyes. Definitely cool to your little brains.

Shaestrel drew out the comment slowly. Ryoka looked at Erinand her friend wasnt stupid.

Is theresomething else were missing, Shaestrel?

I never said that. It twas just me clearing my throat. By all means, run off.

The faerie looked around innocently. And Ryoka, Erin, and Mrsha exchanged looks, and Nerry was already hopping off Erins lap.

Okaywe know it can do movies. But it cant do Flos. Because hes protected? Or too far?

Erin and Ryoka began to talk as they kept Shaestrel in the corner of their eyes. Mrsha scribbled furiously.

Perhaps hes a protected jerk? Erin scratched her head.

Good point! But thats a sorta weak scrying spell. On par with regular stuff, really. But lets try someone we know isnt protected. Like

Ryoka raised a hand.

Halrac?

Oh! Halrac! GoHalrac!

The dome flickered high overhead. It didnt change. Erins face fell.

What? Its not a scrying spell?

Not like a regular one.

Ryoka observed. Nerry stared at Shaestrel and then at Mrsha. The Gnoll girl was frantically writing ideas. Nanette had her chin in her hand, and was trying to think of what the answer was.

Prithee, perhaps it can spy on other peoples conversations! Try that!

As Erin tried, Nerry grabbed the scrap of parchment Mrsha discardedshe dipped a hoof in the ink pot and hopped off behind a seat. Ryoka noticed, and the Sariant Lamb glanced at her.

Can you hear Shaestrel, Nerry?

Nerry gave Ryoka an odd look. Of course she could. Couldnt everyone? She blinked as Ryoka explained that Mrsha needed one girl or the other to repeat the Spring Faes comments or Shaestrel had to speak differently in order to be heard by all.

The rules didnt apply to Nerry like they did to Klbkch or most people. Odd. She, like Teriarch, heard everything perfectly.

But Nerry just began writing, tracing with one hoof, and Ryoka read over her shoulder.

Dnt go up. Frie lks dwn. Try dwn.

Writing was not fun for her, and even Mrsha had an opposable thumb. Ryoka couldnt imagine how long that appeal to her had taken. But Nerry had noticed something Ryoka hadnt.

Shaestrel kept staring down, not up at the dome. She resumed her innocent stare when she noticed Ryoka looking at her. Nerry smiled triumphantlythen hissed and tried to kick the paper away.

But it was too late. Nanette stared past Ryoka down at the words. And her eyes looked triumphant.

I knew it.

The lamb went to headbutt-charge Nanette, but the girl just picked her up and held her up over her head. The lambs legs kicked as she looked at Ryoka.

And you knew it too. Is this another secret, Miss Ryoka?

Ikeep it quiet.

Am I part of it? I want to be part of it.

The witch insisted with a mighty frown. But then she saw Mrsha looking over, swiftly put Nerry down, and snatched up the piece of parchment. All three looked innocent as Mrsha raced over.

I have an idea! NNanette figured out something, Mrsha. Hold on. Down. Down

Then Ryoka focused on the place where they were standing, the center of the theatre, below that glass eye. The light coming from the pupil could shine perfectly down in the center of the room despite the position of the sun. In factshe thought the eye was tracking the sun to create this optical effect.

Huh. Erincan you try something besides seeing other people? Look at where we are.

Erin saw what Ryoka was talking about and rolled forwards. She sat in the natural beam of light, and it seemed like she sensed something the others didnt. Her hazel eyes closedand then she blinked. She opened her eyes, stared at Shaestreland then she hesitated.

No way. It couldnt bebut if I wanted a theatre, this is cool, but even movies arentwhat if theres a function beyond just

Ryoka waited. Erin Solstice made to move out of the beam of lightbut Shaestrel muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

Yehve got poo on your wheels.

The [Innkeeper] stopped. She looked at Shaestrel as Mrsha rubbed a bit of parchment on the wheels, and then her eyes lit up. She looked around, then down at Mrshaand she spoke. This time, her voice was like thunder.

And what she said was this:

Show me the Horns of Hammerad! Noshow me to the Horns!

Then

The [Worlds Eye Theatre] began to glow.

Ceria Springwalker had gotten tired of making fun of Wil after an hour. She decided to cheer up Gireulashia in the meantime.

The Ekhtouch Gnolls were too big to ride on the single wagon comfortablyso half were running and the other half riding giant horses sized for them.

Gire had to runand shed been leaving a trail of disgusting handkerchiefs behind her.

Chieftain Gireulashia, maybe you can go back to Liscor soon? It wont be too long. Please stop crying. Its super loud.

The [Paragon] sniffed as the rest of her tribe took their fingers out of their ears.

No I cant.

You canLiscors great. Its friendly to Gnolls, youre the Chieftain

I cant take them to Liscor. Not right away. The New Lands are too valuable. Dont be stupid. I cant do it as Chieftain. I have to secure something. Im not going to be able to see Mrsha for months! Years!

Gire whined. Ceria sort of got what she meant, and she was impressed Gires emotions didnt get the better of her. She was clearly aware that if her tribe went to Liscor, they would be missing out on the landrush.

So Ekhtouch is going to the new lands after all? I thought you might not. Your tribes small, and isnt it dangerous?

If youre not us, sure. Well just sell our services and be practical. Thats why Im getting [Dowser Shamans]. Well sell water inland. Im going to secure a well.

Ceria blinked. Her first instinct was to assume Gire was lying or being a fooluntil she thought about what Gire was saying.

If you were on the coast, you could purify saltwater with some effort. [Hydromancers] could do itbut a city couldnt rely on an individual unless some grand ritual was in place.

And inland? All the major cities that had used to be on Izrils western coast were landlocked. People heading inland might follow riversbut a well would be very nice to have.

Interesting plan. You know, the Horns might be going that way too. No promisesYvlons injured, and we have to meet Honored Berr. But if you want an adventuring team, let us know.

Gire sniffed again and gave Ceria a long, searching stare.

Your teams good. Ill think about it. I just miss Mrsha. Shes gone, and I cant see her.

And as if her words had summoned this moment, Ceria Springwalker felt a prickle coming from her scalp. Her circlet grew cold, and someone spoke.

Well, maybe you can! Look where my favorite team is! Whoops, dont let Griffon Hunt or the Halfseekers hear you say

Erin Solstice appeared in the road, beaming. She must have been listening to them for a second to time this perfectly. She appeared, her body brimming with a kind of faux radiance.

Her voice was impossible. Ceria, leaning over the wagon, jerked upright. Gire stopped runningand Colth, who had been riding and keeping up a conversation with the Ekhtouch, snapped his head around.

What th

He had a dagger out and ready to throw, but he spotted Erin and began to relax as the Horns, Nailren, and Niers students sat up. They looked around and saw Erin.

She sat in the road, beaming, lookingsemi-there. As if she had some kind of falsity to her skin, a fake-ish glow that captured color in an odd way. But the sound was perfect, and even the wheelchair was there.

A hologram. But they didnt know that. To the Horns, they saw Erin appear like magic. Then

The wagon ran her over.

The skeletal horses swerved as Pisces grabbed the reins and shouted. But Erin hadnt realized her quarry was moving.

Dead gods, you ran her over, Pisces!

Yvlon shouted. She tried to get up, forgot her foot was missing, and fell over Ksmvr.

Erin! Erin! Dead gods!

It wasnt myits an illwhat was that?

Pisces whirled the wagon around, and it nearly went over as the Horns piled out of the wagon. Ekhtouch leapt from their saddles, and the horses screamed. Ceria looked around, and then she saw

Erin Solstice was lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. She was spread-eagled, and her mouth was open. Pisces eyes bulged

Pisceshelp

Erin gasped. Then, before the [Necromancer] could have a heart attack, a pair of familiar hands and white paws pulled Erins legs.

No. Im vanishing! Im vanishiiiii

Erin slowly slid out of existence, vanishing against an invisible something. She lay with her head grinning at them from the side.

But look whos here to save me! Mrsha!

The Gnoll girl bounded into existence, and Gire gobbled. Mrsha spread her arms, pointed at Gire, leapt towards her, and vanished again. She came running back into frame, and Ryoka edged forwards, pushing Erins wheelchair into reality.

Only then did Pisces begin breathing. Cerias mind leapt to the logical conclusion.

A projected illusion spell?

You leveled up!

Colth hollered as he leapt from his saddle. He laughed in delight.

Larracel will be doing backflips of rage! Dead gods! She couldnt come, but she followed us anyways!

He reached over, and his hand passed through Erin. She was being helped into her wheelchair by Ryoka, and she was laughing.

Got you! Sorry, Pisces, just a joke. Pisces? Pisces?

Mrsha was waving at Gire and writingthen they were doing pawsigns as the two howled in delight. Erin beamed at Ceria, who was cackling in delightand wondering what this might mean. Erin could now talk to her friends without an intermediary! How far did this reach?

What might it do? But that would have to wait. Yvlon, swearing, had finally put the fake leg on. She got out of the wagon with Ksmvr helping her down. Just in time to look over and extend a silver arm.

Pisces went straight over backwards in a real faint. Erin stopped giggling and looked down. Mrsha and Ryoka stared at the [Necromancer] as he keeled over. Silently, they looked at Erin and then shuffled out of frame.

I, uhPisces?

The power of the [Worlds Eye Theatre] was that, in the center of the beam of light, you could stand and see the world around you. When Erin sat in her wheelchair, she got a view of where the Horns were. It wasnt perfectbut she could project herself to her friends rather than having to crane her neck up and shout at the dome and have a real-time conversation.

It was hazy, though, like a blur across the world, and the sound wasnt perfect. Erin suspected that, like her [Portal Door], distance mattered. So close to the innwell, from just south of Pallass, it wasnt very noticeable.

Orwas it something else? As Erin was figuring out how to control the projection function of her theatre, she realized it was about the sunlight. Or moonlight. The beam of light coming through the ceiling could widen or shrink to include Ryoka and everyone else in, at max, about a perfect circle ten feet wide.

What was more fascinating, though, was that the beam of light could move and the projection had a limited radius before it ran out of space. Mrsha proved that by playing tag with Gire and running aroundthey could actually chase each other across the grass.

Got you! Got

Mrsha leapt, giggling, and Gire grabbed as Mrshas face turned to alarm.

Thud.

She went off the edge of the stage, and Ryoka ran over as Mrsha began to howl. The sight of a child in pain made Venaz chuckle. And it did rouse Pisces. When he came to, he denied hed fainted, and Erin apologized profusely.

I thought it was funny. I didnt think, um

It was clearly the magical backlash. Magical backlash.

His cheeks were red, but Erin realized she might be a bit too close to being dead to pull this kind of prank. As she rolled towards him, she frowned.

Huh? What thesomeone push me!

She waved her hands, and Ryoka walked over as Gire apologized to Mrsha, who was shaking her fist at the stage. But Erin was waving.

Ryoka, push me back, push me over there! Nanette, say hello to everyone! Heres Nanette, guys!

Is this some kind of neglect play? I think Piscess suffered enough.

The Horns watched as Erin rolled straight through a wagon and heard her voice, oddly, grow a bit sharper.

No, no. Do you see that? What the

Ryoka frowned, and Pisces, sitting up, saw her fuzzy hair grow clear and sharp. She looked, suddenly, just like a transparent Ryoka. Erin tapped her chest, puzzled.

So we are clear. Its not hologram style! Waitcan we do that? Hold up.

Everyone vanished. The Horns waited, and then a spectral figure appeared. Ryoka Griffin stood, made of fuzzyfuzzier blue light. She stared at someone off-screen.

Say it.

No.

Say it. Come on! You only get one chance!

Say it, ye coward!

Ryoka sighed loudly.

Oh

She turned back and looked at the Horns with a glum expression.

Help me, Horns of Hammerad. Youre my only hope. There. Happy?

Erin cackled with laughter as she rolled into frame. The Horns didnt get it, but Ceria eyed the blue Ryoka as she returned to normal colors. What she took away from this was that Erin could add effects to the projection. Like a good [Illusionist].

Ryoka! You ruined it! Youhm. There it is again. Look, Im fuzzing out.

Sure enough, the wheelchair took on that haze and blur. Erin backed upand it went normal again. She looked around, and suddenly, Ceria felt a prickle down her back. She tried to edge back and casually lean against the wagonbut Yvlons head swung around, and she grabbed her captains ear with a pair of fingers.

Fuzzy, you say, Erin? I wonder why.

Erins head snapped up. She frownedthen she rolled forwards again. This time, she rolled straight towards Ceria, and the closer she got

The more distorted her image became.

Gee. I wonder, uh, what could be doing that?

Ceria smiled weakly. Erin stared at her, and Ryoka raised her brows. But then Erin turned her head.

Not just you. Huh. Look who else is carrying a fuzzer.

To his credit, when she rolled towards him, Colth didnt back away. He just gave her a wide grin.

Named-rank adventurers carry protections, Miss Solstice. But you shouldnt be able to scry me in any sense of the word. Thatsreally interesting. Wistram couldnt do better. At least, old Wistram.

Even so, when Erin got within a handspan of him, she turned into such a mess of twisted fuzz that it was impossible to hear her. So one supposed that the Skill wasnt omniscient when it came to anyone high-level.

But this was amazing, and Erin turned back to the Horns.

Looks like you wont be able to get away from me! Ill be able to check on all of my friends now! I dont think this thing has the same limits as the [Portal Door]at least, we havent found one. So whats up, guys? Hows your trip going?

Hello, Erin. I am mourning my trees.

Ksmvr waved, and Erin reached out.

Ksmvr! Give me a hug! Im so sorry!

He fake-hugged her projection.

Thank you, Erin. Please tell the Byres family I am very sad for them. Are Ysara and Ylawes coming back?

Erins face screwed up.

I dont knowbut wait a second. I could ask! Lets do that next, Ryoka!

Maybe tell Lyonette too? Lets keep this secret. Very secret, got it?

The Horns nodded, and the [Strategists] hesitated. But Merrik made a mouth-sealing motion, and Nailren, Ekhtouch, all agreed.

A powerful Skill. And she wasnt even Level 50 yet. Just wait for that one. What would it be?

Just wait.

Erin laughed, for now, as Ksmvr pointed at Wil.

I am glad you are so sympathetic to my loss, too. Lord Kallinad has been mocking my trees.

He what?

Oh, come on!

Bear in mind, it was fun. Finding out what Erins new Skill did, Ryoka playing with kids and talking to faeries

This was magic. And silliness. And it was what The Wandering Inn fed off of, the quiet moments.

The blood, the death and drama were there. But let them have a moment where Mrsha tried to challenge Wil to a bout of fisticuffs for Ksmvrs honor. And where Numbtongue sadly piled plates in the kitchen, grumbling about tyrannical [Innkeepers] while Reagen got hair over all his hard work.

Calescent kicked them out.

Not everyone was having such a fine, unfettered day. For instancewhen Ksmvr had brought up Tree-Hater Wil Kallinad, Ryokas smile had gone out. For shewas reminded of her own tasks. She had burned a great tree and ended a species.

Yet her day was mixed, like that, and better on the whole for her friends and all that had happened here.

When Saliss of Lights woke up, he knew. He knewbut in the way of a dreamer waking out of a nightmare only to discover it was reality.

It was the feeling someone had the day after they were robbed or suffered the loss of a loved one.

He had been here before. And he knew it was no figment of his imaginationthough part of him wanted it to be.

The [Alchemist] sat up in his bed and realized it was his alchemy workshop. His real home, not the one he barely used on Pallass 6th floor. His scales felt wrong. He felt wrongbut that was normal.

Dysmorphia was the old word that [Alchemists] and experts had called it. Those that had learned to change bodies, shapeshift into magical beastshe had studied them in Nerrhavia. Though his goals and theirs had been different.

Well, for some. Some had understood and left him clues. Saliss processed the fact that he was back in his body. He was naked, but his scales tingled. And his mind, even as it caught up with those odd memories that seemed dreamlike, even as he processed Zeladona andeverything

Someones in my lab. Single figure. Air-breathing heat source.

Saliss thought he knew who it wasbut he flicked one wrist.

[Quick Draw: Borer Acid Vial].

He didnt bother thinking of the Skillat this point, it was reflexive. In less than half a second of waking, he was armed. He stood against one wall, and when the person turned, Saliss could have blown the acid over the other Drake half a dozen times.

Saliss?

Mirn jumped as Saliss sighed and poked his head out from behind the door.

Dead gods. Youre awake!

What are you doing in my lab? I told you things go boom in there.

I was just looking. Im not an idiot!

Saliss tucked away the acid vial without a comment. Mirn, his friend of old, saw the vial of pale yellow acid vanish, and he didnt mention it. He knew Saliss was careful and wouldnt use it on him

But the [Protector] did look nervous. He feared Saliss, even if they were friends.

With good reason. All Named-rank adventurers were weapons. Some were just less honest about it. Tessa was honestpainfully so.

Zeter. Tell me I dont remember Sixswords. That bastard cut downwhat happened?

Take it easy. Have a seat. I have some foodwhat do you remember?

Saliss sat back down and put his head in his hands.

Everything.

That answered a lot. Mirn sucked in his breath.

Then you remember being Onieva?

I dont remember being her. I amI was her. But without Saliss. That potionI couldnt remember a thing about me.

The Faerie Flower potion. Saliss had known, he had known it had a catch. It always did. It was everything he had tried to create.

A cheap, long-lasting transformation potion that had no side-effects. But the one drawback wasyou forgot who you had been?

What do you remember? I have some water

Ive got water.

The [Alchemist] produced a flask of water which he drank, flicking the cork off. He had a few questions.

I remember almost everythingbut like a dream, Mirn. You need to fill in the gaps. What did she do? Nostart with why Im here. The potion didnt wear off?

No. I told her to take a sip of the tonic. Just like last time. I told her it was a healing potion.

Huh. I remember not quite buying it.

Mirn hesitated.

Sheyou

Go with Onieva, for now. Shes me. Shes mebut the potion is separating us. Damn it. JustI knew it wasnt a healing potion, Mirn. I was an [Alchemist]. I had my levels, my Skills

You did? All of them? No wonder you were able to hold your own against Sixswords and the others! Ancestors, Saliss! Onieva tore up the battlefield! She wasnt the most dramatic part of the tournament, but everyone saw youherfighting Klbkch the Slayer! Its the talk of Pallass! Itsthe talk of Pallass.

Saliss looked up, and his heart leapt and fell. Like someone jumping off a cliff. Why couldnt things be good without fetters? It would be so easy if he were a Stitch-person, perhaps, orErin or Ryoka.

Not Saliss, the Named-rank Adventurer. Not a Drake.

Not a Turnscale pretending to be a respectable member of society. Onieva was not supposed to be known to the rest of the world. She, his true self, had been a safeguarded secret.

NowOnieva was known, and he had put himself, Mirn, and so much at risk.

The worst part was that Onieva hadnt known. Mirn sat down.

So not a thought you might be Saliss? Not a question why Onievas an [Alchemist] of his level?

I didnt think of it. Its a complete transformation, Mirn. I dont even know I wasI wouldnt call myself a Turnscale, I dont think. I know youre my friend, and I wouldnt betray that or anyone else. But I am Onieva. And sheshappy. Go back to the tournament. Just tell me what she did.

Mirn did, starting with a recap of the events. Saliss remembered Erin Solstice becoming Zeladona of Blades. The Drake wasnt as wide-eyed and babbling as the rest of the world.

Okay. She cut a hole straight down to the Free Hive? Okay. What did the old man say?

Mirn tried to laugh.

Hehe was worried about you. Really.

I bet he was.

No, he was reallyanyways, he was trying to get Zeladona to kill someone. But everyone stopped him.

Saliss grunted.

You should have let him ask.

Most of his memories were the same. Saliss rubbed a claw across his face as he tried to calculate what had been lost.

Lieutenant Comois? That bastard did more damageone of Edelleins fools. And we lost him. Sixswords, cutting off limbs like he thinks this is some kind of good thing. I bet you he didnt level.

Everyone else did, to hear it. Did you?

Not as an [Alchemist].

Saliss glanced up, and Mirns mouth opened. The Named-rank Adventurer wasnt in the mood to slap people on the back about the levels Zeladona had granted them. Or the sword arts. He just sat there.

Mirn brought up the obvious. The Drake with his dark blue scales sat next to Saliss on the cot the [Alchemist] used after late-nights working on a project.

Hed slept here more than anywhere else. Weeks, sometimes months in this lab, working on ways to kill people or reverse time.

Hed given his life to being Saliss of Lights. Hed slain more monsters and people than you could dream of. All in service to the City of Inventions that he didnt actually care for. But someone had to.

The old man, PallassSaliss of Lights was the Named-rank of Pallass. Often, he had wondered and even hoped that if he left, someone would fill his role. The world would seamlessly replace him. But if notwhat would be the cost?

Nowfate was laughing at him. Mirn cleared his throat a few times.

That potion. How much did you say it cost to manufacture, Saliss?

Assuming we pay nothing for the Faerie Flowers? Fifty-nine gold coins.

Mirn winced. Saliss barely blinked. For a potion like this?

It doesnt seem to run out.

No, it does not.

Mirn chose his next words even more carefully.

You know, we never talked with the others aboutits obviously because your other formulas were so expensive you could barely afford

Yeah. This is perfect. With one catch. One huge catch. But I think some will take it. Take it, Mirnand never go back. And if this lasts forever, theyll leave it all behind. Leave their cities and behappy.

It was twisting in his chest and gut like a knife. Onieva wasnt perfect, but she had none of the things that dragged at him like teeth and daggers, weighing him down. Mirn looked at Saliss.

Im a son of the walls. I still loved Pallass enough to serve. Right now, Im going to talk to you like an Architect. Like Mirn the [Protector]. I think that if you can give me sixno, three potions, and were very careful, you have to give them to me.

If three people vanish

Mirn threw up his claws.

Well make plans and excuses! Well do a trial runyou can eat a hundred and fifty gold coins. Ill pay for it out of the shared funds.

I put money in that fund.

Ancestors, Saliss! This could meanits everything you wanted! I know you forget, but

He was Saliss friend and confidant, and the Named-rank adventurer knew that. So he was gentleas he grabbed Mirns arm and dragged him down eye-to-eye.

With the strength of a lion. Mirn tensed up as Saliss yellow, slitted gaze met his. The other Drakes voice was very soft.

Mirn. Im well aware of what it means. Some people will take it. And Ill give you some damn potions, and you can confirm it has no frills or expiry date. If some of us want itIll let them go. Let them go and build new lives. But not me. This potion is the perfect joke. Like them all. I get to let Onieva out, but she doesnt remember me, doesnt remember the old man perfectly. This potion doesnt do what I want. It just creates Onieva. And it leaves me here.

He gestured around the laboratory. MirnMirn would never completely get it, but he had more insight into what it was like to be Saliss than anyone else. His excited look turned to one of pain.

Saliss

The [Alchemist]s voice was as flat as his face.

Dont mistake me, Mirn. Im happy. This is cheaper than my old methodand Onieva should live. She should beIm glad she went out there. Despite the trouble. But with this potion, its her and me. Get it? Thats not how this works. Onieva isnt someone else. Thats how Chaldion thinks. Ive always been her. And taking away the memories of Saliss, no matter how welcome

He stood up and looked down at the unwelcome fakeness of his orange scales. The incongruity that had crept up on him every day until he went off to find out why. And yes, one sip of that magical vial would take it away. But. Saliss voice rasped like acid was in his own lungs.

As long as Onieva forgets, shes as fake as Saliss. I am Onieva. I was proud of knowing I struggled. Every damned memoryIll fight every Drake in Izril to hold onto it. Mirn. Do you get it?

His friend looked up, water in his eyes.

I get it, Saliss. Ancestors. I get it.

Some people will want to leave it behind. I welcome them to it. Not me. I cant. If it was just painit defines me. Proud of who I am. Idamn it.

Saliss stared out between his claws. He had been so used to thisnot the day-to-day, but the cycle he existed in. Trying to improve his level, doing what had to be done as Saliss, the moments of freedom, pushing the old man, trying to drag Pallass one tiny step further. Fighting the Antinium and whomever else was trying to kill innocent people.

Now the sky was inverted, and he didnt knowSaliss looked around and then shook his head. He looked down, and if you saw a naked Drake, you saw what you were meant to. He?

He saw scars. Won over a thousand battles. Death and fire. When he opened and closed his claws, he knew how easy it was to swing a sword. Raise a spear, shoot an arrow. Not just thathow simple it was to take down a wall.

To turn a building to ash?

He had thought, some days, that he could take apart Pallass in a year. Undo everything that millenia of his people had kept and built and rebuilt over generations. If he really wanted to.

It was too easy. That was why Named-rank adventurers were mad, all of them. One day they reached out and broke someones arm with all the effort of someone taking a glass of water. They realized they could do anything they wanted. Or they drowned in blood.

Mirn was not wrong to look at him like that. But there was something more to Saliss.

Onieva has always been me, Mirn. You get that.

Absolutely. We just didnt realize it until later.

But there is Saliss, too.

The [Protector] frowned. By this, the [Alchemist] seemed to mean more than his identity as a Named-rank adventurer and his deeds for Pallass. Saliss lifted a claw and divided the air in two.

I am Onieva. That is who Id rather be. That has been my goal and dreamto realize her. But Saliss? Ive lived in his scales for decades. I realizedhe exists. Not like two minds or some Selphid shit. But the idea of Saliss of Lightsthe Drake who does what Pallass needs.

Mirn ducked his head, tasting bile. He knewonly some of what Saliss meant. Even the Eyes of Pallass thought Saliss was given suicide missions, that the Walled Cities leaned on him at times. The Antinium attack was just one example. When no one else could do itwhen they needed somewhere erased because something was crawling up, be it Crelers or something worse, they called for Saliss.

Oncethey had made the mistake of thinking Saliss was just a toy-soldier like Zeter and involved him in their wars. They had called for a soldier, and Manus had seen what that meant. Saliss believed in wars. Mirn had been there, before he resigned his commission and then joined the Eyes of Pallassthen resigned altogether when he realized who he was and what his purpose was.

He still remembered a younger [Alchemist]. Saliss had gazed out across enemy linesthen found high ground. Then had come yellow rain. Acid rain.

Too much. They asked you too much. Your grandfather

He believes in Pallass. He really does, Mirn. Saliss is his heir. Salissbut for the personality is everything Chaldion wanted. And you know what? I still think we need Saliss. But he was never meant to live forever. Some day, hell die in some monster den or on the battlefield. Hell never have children, a family. Hes like Tyrion Veltras. He lives for war. And even Tyrion Veltras had kids.

Saliss was chuckling about that. He looked over at Mirn with a bloodless grin.

Now thoughtheres a difference between Saliss and Onieva. Because of the potion, you see? And now SalissSaliss is wondering whether the splits too perfect. Whether Onieva needs him. Shes a lot happier, alone. But I am

He stared at his claws.

Maybe it would be better to forget. Which ones right? Am I her other half or am I the poison weighing her down? Im an [Alchemist], Mirn. If theres a bad part of this formulaI get rid of it. I excise it, isolate it, and throw it away.

Dontdont talk like that, Saliss. I know you. The good youve done

The Named-rank adventurer didnt react to the claw on his shoulder.

I cant tell, Mirn. I cant do this. I cant play around. I need to ask what this is about. And theres someone who can answer it for me.

What are you going to do? Saliss? Saliss? Onieva?

Mirn watched Saliss stride to the door. He opened his mouth and then saw Saliss walk back, go over to a vault, and open it. It took him a minute to unlockand he pulled out three vials. Then he put them in his bag of holding and turned.

Ill see you later. On the off-chanceif you hear a loud bang, clear the city with everyone you can grab.

Then he walked out the door. Mirn didnt follow after Saliss. He looked after the Drake. And Saliss of Lights walked off the 9th Floor and towards the inns door. No more games. The pretense was faltering.

On the way, he set off Watch Sergeant Kel, the Day Strategist, and everyone elses [Dangersense]. Not because of what he intended. Some things were just so dangerous that if you held them, they should scare you.

Ryoka Griffin and Erin Solstice were standing in the [Worlds Eye Theatre] when Erin felt a buzz at the back of her mind.

UhI think my [Dangersense] just went off.

What?

Ryoka turned, and Erin whirled her head around.

Saliss? Someone just walked into my inn. And I think hes gota bomb?

She didnt know, but her control of the inn let her know who was where in it. Even Shriekblade wasnt immune to her abilities.

Wh-why would he have that?

Saliss? I dunno. He has lots of exploding things. But I think hes got a reallyreallyum. Maybe we should go back and check?

Erin looked at Ryoka. Ryoka looked at Shaestrel. The Faerie stared back at them.

Im not telling you everything. I told ye, I dont know everything.

But you knew about my Skill.

The faerie rolled her eyes as Erin protested.

I can see what is blindingly obvious. Not this. Ye have work to do. Hop to it.

Ryoka Griffin turned to Erin. The [Innkeeper] bit her lip, but she opened the door to the [Garden of Sanctuary].

This is faster. Grassy wheels here I come. I need to show you the real door here, too, Ryoka. Theresa lot to discuss, isnt there?

Ryoka looked down at Nerry, and the little lamb eyed Erin and her.

Yes. There is. Saliss seems to think so, too.

He was #4. I didnt forget him.

Erin protested weakly, but Ryoka looked at Shaestrel again, and this time, the faerie gave her the blankest stare in the world. No help. She had said her piece and put down her challenge, her request to Ryoka.

It was the Wind Runner who looked at the nervous [Innkeeper]. Erin, who had just demonstrated her new Skill, who had summoned the spirit of a legend of swords from ancient timeswho had killed Skinner and done everything including dying and coming back to life

For some reason seemed afraid of this. If an undead [Ninja] made of Actelios Salashs flesh were to suddenly backflip into existence and try to kill them all, Ryoka had no doubt that Erin, wheelchair or not, would draw a knife and begin throwing fire or doing something witchy.

But this? Ryoka hesitatedthen she reached over and offered Erin a hand. The [Innkeeper] glanced at the three fingersthen took it gently and squeezed hard.

I think, Erinits time to have a conversation. The thing Im the worst at. And it cant just be us. It should include us, but maybemaybe we should begin. Everything.

Erin looked at Ryoka almost in a panic.

Now? But we have the cool theatre and

Ryoka glanced towards the doorway and wondered what Saliss was doing. And there were other people.

I think we dont get to wait forever. Time, Erin. Lets talk about what were going to do, before we do it. We should have a plan.

Im no good at plans. Neither are you.

Mrsha ran into the garden and hesitated. She wasnt sure if she liked the idea of bomb and Saliss. She hesitated and held up a card.

Im going to prank Halrac and a bunch of people with the theatre. Can I do that?

Sure. Just dont cause any international incidents.

It said a lot that Erin and Ryoka thought this was the most responsible place for Mrsha to be. The girl nodded eagerly and began to cue up Ekirra and Visma. Erin let Ryoka push her into the garden. Nanette stared after them, but Erin and Ryoka were following Nerry about this great task before them, and they left the two children behind. Ryoka commented to Erin as Shaestrel flew behind them.

I do plan some things, Erin. Calm down. Youre hyperventilating.

No Im not! And you didnt have a plan at Ailendamus.

I did too. It wasnt a good plan, but I had one.

Ryoka retorted mildly, and Erin twisted in her seat.

What was it?

Let them capture me as a prisoner. Steal their scroll. Wake you up.

The Wind Runner was straight-faced as Erins mouth moved slowly. She blushed a bit after a second.

Like I said, it wasnt a good plan. But it was simple, and I got half of ittwo-thirdsthe entire thing worked in the end. This timeI think we have an opportunity. Demsleth is sitting in your inn. We cant miss this. Saliss of Lights?

She had another thought.

Klbkch. Xrn.

Whoa. Whoa. Xrn? Shes crazy. You might have missed it, but she lost part of her head. And shes scary, Ryoka. LikeKlbkch can be scary, but Xrns serious.

Good. Erin. You know who were up against.

The [Innkeeper] did, more than Ryoka. She had to tell Ryoka more of what theyd done. But the [Innkeeper] was close to panic.

Do we have to do a big meeting?

Ryoka stopped on the grass and pointed Erin around, waiting for a door to reappear.

How do you think itll go best? Individually or all together? I dont know people as well as you do, Erin. And Im honestly not good at making high-level decisions, cold as ice.

The [Innkeeper] gave her a bug-eyed stare.

And youre turning to me?

Ryoka gripped her shoulder reassuringly.

You know how to do it, Erin. I? I know how to be a problem and annoy the shit out of people. We haveTeriarch. Magnolia Reinhart is in your inn. Saliss of Lights just came in. Klbkch, Xrnthis is the moment. We can even seduce Valeterisa.

What?

With magic. Im not sure if shes as trustworthy, but she is the Archmage of Izril. She lifted Fissival. And theres Rafaema, too.

Who? Oh, that snooty Wall Lady? Whats special about her? I know the Lulv guy. If I see him, Ill have Mrsha break his kneecaps.

Erins look of panic turned to one of such vehemence that Ryoka wondered how she could deny she was suited for this. Perhaps she just didnt hang out around mirrors long enough. Ryoka calmly coughed into one fist.

Well, yeah, she probably has most of Manus on her side. Shes a Dragon. Should we do Fierre..? Nah. Lets do Rags or someone, though.

Erin Solstice stared ahead, then slowly twisted her neck around with some effort.

How did you come to that conclusion?

Ryoka eyed Erin.

I saw it. Well, not herbut shes under some kind of illusion spell. She has two mismatched eyes, shes a full Oldblood who has a breath attack about ten times stronger than Zevaras, she has a full bodyguard of Manus finestlet me think. Shes attached to Demsleth, and if you listen close, she keeps referencing things shes way too young to know.

Erin just kept staring at Ryoka. The Wind Runner poked her with a slight smile.

Your special power is making people like you and listen to you. Mine is noticing weird stuff. Where do we begin, Erin?

The [Innkeeper] took a breath. Then she exhaled. Long and hard and sat back against her wheelchair. She looked down at it and muttered.

If Im going to be stuck in here a whileI need Kevin to upgrade this. With, like, a missile launcher. Or at least magical wheels. If we beginwe do the conversation here, Ryoka. After I show you something. Garden?

She smiled, and even Shaestrel looked at her suspiciously. But thatErin refused to say more, for now. Theyd see it soon enough.

Rafaema of Manus was sitting next to Demsleth. The old man with his pot-belly and his rosy cheeks and incredible appetite hadnt done much today.

He had just beeneating. Telling stories. Bantering with the other old man who smelled so off to Rafaema. Like a breeze blowing across a gladeonly, all of that encapsulated in a scent.

She didnt know what was going on and why he had left his cave or why he was taking such an odd form. Only thathe was real.

Youre so young. Are you underfed?

ImIm aIm fifteen.

He kept patting her on the head, like a little girl. The Drake, Visma, and her were apparently the same in the old Dragons eyes. Rafaema flushed, because even with her voice lowered, she dared not speak her real age aloud.

Even with Ferris herewatching them out of the corner of his eyes. Lulv and Aldonss had wanted to come into this dangerous inn, but Erin had scared them. But the Gnoll was keeping well away, mostly just trying to cram as many slices of pizza into his mouth as he could.

Yes, you are. Taletevirion, look at her. Does she look underfed?

Demsleth passed her one of the three milkshakes hed ordered. It was frothy with a cherry and whipped cream on top, and Rafaema wasnt about to pass it up. She loved sugar. Which he knew.

Nope. Shes just small. And closer tofifteen if you multiply out.

The Unicorn commented wryly, observing how Rafaema bristled at that. Until she realizedthey were serious. She had even rounded up, but they meant

Ive lived a long time. And seen a lot. Im a Wall Lady of Manus.

In her attempts to impress the two however slightly, she made the mistake of trying to play the game of titles. Instantly, Demsleth threw back his head and guffawed as Taletevirion invented the Milkshake Blaster.

The two old men laughed so hard in their corner of the inn they drew the attention of some of the regulars. Rafaemas cobalt scales turned purple as Magnolia politely glanced their way. She might be listening inthey werent using speaking stones.

Her smile made Rafaema go scarlet.

Wall Lady of Manus? Taletevirionyou do it, you do it.

Demsleth panted, and Taletevirion snorted.

And Im the Duke of Avel, Baron Lord of the Woods of VeltrasKnight Commander ofno, I cant even do it. Wall Lady of Manus. She doesnt even have two! Shes so cute.

Youyou

No one had ever spoken to Rafaema like this. She could not stop the flush in her cheeks. Demsleth noticed her face and began to pat her clawed hand gently with his.

Now, now. Dont be angry. Your tempers something you need to control. And humility! ImIm not sorry we met like this. But well have to have a longer conversation about everything. Just know, my dear, that comparing such things is gauche and silly. I know every young one wants to go around collecting names, but it doesnt matter. This matters.

He raised a cup, and Taletevirion clinked the remainder of his glass with Demsleth.

Civility. Meetings.

You gigantic hypocrite. Youd be sleeping another century without me.

Demsleth turned redderthen acknowledged it with a nod. He looked at Rafaema.

We have a lot to talk about. Allow me a chance to visitHouse Reinhart.

He looked at Magnolia, and Rafaema bristled.

But I

You have time, my dear. Dont argue with me.

He flicked her snout with a finger! Rafaema gasped in outrage, but Demsleth was murmuring to Taletevirion.

I dontremember her. Tell me something of Magnolia, Taletevirion. Please.

You could call her one of your greatest disastersor greatest pupils. You heard what she did at Oteslia? Shes known you. Hear her out. She took over Reinhart when she was fifteen, fought the Antiniumyou knew her before that.

Dead gods. The House of Vipers? Were they waning?

No. She was just waxing.

Words didnt describe how envious and impatient Rafaema felt in this moment. And happybut she wanted Demsleth to look at her. She tugged his arm.

Theres someone else, too, you should meet.

He looked down at her and wearied in an instant.

Another? Ohoh, why did any think to hide in the cities? Desperation? Who were they? I can think of namesbut why you two alone? What nature is the other?

He. Hes younger bytwo years. And hes, umearth?

Earth. Oteslia.

Demsleth put it together with a groan and put his head in his hands. Taletevirions silver gaze swung to Rafaema. But he did not look happy, either.

What a terrible fate.

Its not them. Dont say it like that. Buttwo! After all this time? Damn them. What was the point of

The old man struck the table with his hands. And he misjudged his strength, because he snapped the entire third of the table with a crack like thunder.

Dead gods!

Lyonette whirled, and Taletevirion caught the table before it went over with all the food. Instantly, Demsleth tossed some coins on the table.

Im sorry, Miss. Must have been rot in the woodallow me.

He was certainly moving enough gold around for Lyonette to quickly drag over another table with two Antinium Workers. Rafaema had gotten to her feet to help, and Lyonette smiled at them semi-unconvincingly.

Not at all, Master Demsleth. Can I get you anything else?

I think Ive eaten quite a bit. Perhaps its time to retire to a private space. Reinhart mansion, perhaps? Ah, but Manus will never allow it. Maybe Ill go and come back.

He burped. The Gourmet had, in fact, eaten enough for six people, and only the fact that hed been paying in gold had kept the food coming. Rafaema protested.

I canmy minders, I mean, my company wont like it. But just stay and

She was about to grab his arm as Magnolia rose. Then someone spoke.

Excuse me. I need a word.

Rafaema turned and saw a familiar Drake with orange scales. Nudehe hadnt put on the privacy box. She recognized the Named-rank adventurer and narrowed her eyes.

Adventurer Saliss. Now is not the

Oh, its you. Hi.

He took her shoulder, and the Lightning Dragon, fast as she was

Skidded across the floor and caught herself eight feet away. She whirled, and Demsleth looked up. Lyonette turned.

Saliss! I

She had [Dangersense]. The [Princess] eyed Saliss as Dame Ushar came striding into the common room.

Miss Lyonette! Just the woman I was looking for.

Ushar, Iwait a

The Thronebearer practically dragged her into the [Garden of Sanctuary]. Demsleth? He just looked up blankly. Taletevirion sniffed the air and sneezed.

Oh shit. I think this ones you, Demsleth.

Is it? Can I help you, erwhy are you naked?

The old man was not stupid. He tensed up so fast and then relaxed with a blank smile that Rafaema hesitated before going over to upbraid Saliss. She sniffed the air and smelled something

Foreignthat put her scales tingling.

Saliss of Lights gave Demsleth a big smile.

You dont remember me?

Im afraid Ive lost my memories.

He chuckled, but warily. Saliss just shrugged.

Then youre notrelated to Eldavin?

Another tense. Rafaemas eyes flickered as Magnolia Reinhart stared at Saliss, and her good nature changed to one of alarm as well. Ressa was hesitating. The Named-rank adventurer was not playing games.

Distantly.

Demsleth decided to go with the most obvious answer. Saliss shrugged.

I dont know what it is. I dont care. Not right now. Ima bit annoyed. Stressed, you could say. But Im not an idiot. Your eye colors are exactly the same.

He looked at the heliotrope and cerulean of Demsleththe identical of Eldavin. The old mans eyes widened in a panic, and Taletevirion put his head in his hands.

You arrogant idiot. You forget shadows, and you cant even do eye-colors?

Demsleth kicked Taletevirion savagely under the table.

Shut up. Shut up. Im sorry if Eldavin has offended you, Alchemist?

Saliss. And he did not. Just tell me one thing.

Saliss took a breath. He was trembling. He hadnt known if they were the same, but they were close enough. He felt it.

He had to know. It was all falling to pieces, sothe Named-rank adventurer looked down at Demsleth as Klbkch got to his feet warily. No silencing spells, no privacy. Just that old mans eyes.

Do you know me?

Demsleth stared up at Saliss, and his eyes neither widened nor flickered. But they focused on himand grew terribly sad. Rafaema blustered.

What is this, some kind of ego

Taletevirion looked at her, and she felt Magnolias hand snap her mouth shut. Saliss didnt even look her way. He repeated the question with a voice that trembled slightly. And a tone to set The Wandering Inn to silence.

Do youknowme?

Too much rested on the answer to this. But once before, and again, in the summer, an old half-Elf had looked at Saliss and spoken words he wished he had heard decades ago. He had to hear them now or

Demsleth looked up. When he spoke, it was only for them, and no one could read his lips or hear the words save Saliss.

Yes. I know you, girl. Is that what you wanted to hear?

She shook. But then had to ask, desperately, with a catch in the voice.

How do you know? Is it true? Or are you justseeing something like alchemy? Are you certain?

Demsleth rose slightly. He didnt look offended personallybut his eyes did blaze, as if the question were entirely wrong. A portly older man, silly and hungry and humbled.

Ora weary traveller. His dark green cloak fell across his shoulders, and Saliss wondered how long he had wandered. He stood taller and looked down at the Drake. When he spoke, it was softly.

My eyes have seen a hundred thousand tales. Each one unique. It is more than magic, child. When I was young, despite all I was given, I saw it not a hundred times. A thousand thousand times. Now? Because I have known the truth, I can pick it out shining in the dark. I see you. You are not wrongbut you knew that.

He reached out and gently patted her on the shoulder.

If you need to, come to me and I will reassure you of what I see.

The trembling Drake finally let go of the deadmans switch. It took two more steps to activatebut it had been a deathgrip. But she went on, asking.

Would it be better just to forget it all? Thats what I had to ask. All the steps I took to come here are so stained. Do I continue? Now what? Now whatits been such a long road already.

He, helooked up as their voices became audible once more, and Demsleth stood less tall, less impressively. Two actors upon realitys stage not ready to step out from behind the curtain as themselves. But they wanted to. If only the audience would cheer.

Its your choice. But if you are asking if one takes away from the othernever. How do you know the air tastes sweeter on the mountaintop if you have not climbed? As for the futureit will be a struggle. It should not be a fight, but it is. Win.

So said the old man. The [Alchemist] looked up, and when he stood, it was with a smile. His back straightenedand when he turned, he looked like he had again, to the occupants of the inn. They didnt know what he had been lacking a moment ago.

Perhaps it was the weight? Nono, the weight was always there. The insolence, too. But the naked Drake stood more easily, then. With a kind of wild dignity, naked or not. That was the difference. Enough pride to scorch the [Emperor] of Riverfarm humble. The confidence to laugh at them.

He was tired, though. But now? The weary Drakes eyes rose, and a young woman halted in her wheelchair. Erin Solstice. Saliss head rose, and he exhaled.

Erin was peeking into the inn with Lyonette pointing their way.

Hey. Sorry about the scare.

He tried to smile, and Erin Solstice rolled forwards.

Everything alright, Saliss?

No. Not at the moment, Erin.

It slipped out. The Named-rank adventurer was surprised by the truth, and Lyonette gulped. But Erinthe [Innkeeper] who had looked so nervous when speaking to Ryoka about any hint of plans and the future sat up in her wheelchair.

Is there something I can do?

The Named-rank adventurer felt like hed been hit on the head. For the next words that popped out were honest. And truthful.

Yes. I need your help.

There was no way she could have known what it was or how large the struggle might be. But she surely knew that if Saliss needed help

Erins only response was to smile.

Alright. Ill do my best. Demsleth? Can I get some of your time? Ryoka Griffin would like a word. Same with you, Saliss. I have something to talk about. And to show you.

The old man looked up, and his mismatched eyes glittered. Slowly, he turned with a groan of age. Erin Solstice turned her head and called out.

Klbkch? Ryoka wants to chat later. Bring Xrn.

The Slayer stiffened at his table and knocked his mug off the side. Erins hazel eyes almost seemed to glow. And they met Magnolia Reinharts. The [Lady] looked up, and Erin murmured.

You too.

A dozen conversations of a different nature each. But if you could see how it moved togethereven the fae had to follow that tangled vine. Secrets and mysteries older than Demsleth. Powers with motives even Shaestrel did not know the whole of. It touched upon Goblins, and Rags gaze brightened as she got out of her seat.

But where one end of this great puzzle began, one trail of string started

Was with Sariant Lambs.

It was hard to even talk. Writing was slow and cumbersome. And language was different between the two. However, she and her kind had prepared an age to tell someone. So Nerry drew from that.

That was not her name, of course. Shed had a bunch of them. Little Fluffya very common name for her people. Samantha.

Namesdidnt matter for Sariant Lambs. Names mattered for a people, and they were not one.

At the same time, they were. So she showed Ryoka what they had writtenthen promptly buried in places where they would only be found if it were all for naught. A kind of confession, a history so someone would know.

Scrolls?

They were hidden in the floorboards in the Earthers secret rooms. When Erin realized Nerry had a secret cache of items including wands and potions, she nearly flipped.

Alright, there is a conspiracy. Wait till Laken hears of this.

Nerry and Ryoka instantly panicked.

No! No! This is between us, Erin. I promised Nerry. This isnt light, and its dangerous.

The [Innkeeper] looked exasperated as she threw up her hands.

Ohfine. Ill help, and I wont tell Laken. That was mostly a joke. I dont trust him that much, anyways. Calm down.

Her flippant attitude clearly didnt jive with Nerry, and the lamb did a flying kick to Erins leg. She was violent! Erin swore and swiped weakly at her.

Youwhos helping who?

Youre helping on my terms. The little lamb snarled at Erin as if to say that. Ryoka, oddly, was the peacemaker. She picked up the bundle of scrolls.

Okay, where are we reading them?

I know just the place. The hallway. The real door.

Thewhat? Ryoka nearly dropped the scrolls as she and Nerry exchanged a glance. But Erin Solstice just smiled. She lifted a hand, and the air warped

And she was holding a feathered key. 

Nerrys head rose, and she stared from Ryoka to Erin. The Wind Runner added her to the listbut her eyes were on the key.

Erin. What is that?

The [Innkeeper] lifted the key, eyes aglow. When she smiled, it was with all the mystery and satisfaction of a witch, of an [Innkeeper] and the magic of wonders.

A key to a mystery. Everyones got secrets, guys. Heres mine. You want the most safe place to talk? Follow me.

She led them back into the [Garden of Sanctuary], and when they saw the hillthey saw that door appear.

An arch in space. A stone door written with the ancient murals of a long-dead kingdom. The true door that led to each garden. And to somethingelse.

Ryokas skin chilled, and she felt a wild, wonderful excitement upon her like when she had run into the door that led to the lands of the fae. When she first flew with the wind.

Thiseven Nerrys eyes went round, and she started towards the door. This was what they all pursued, all three of them. The truth. Secrets.

But once againand this time, Ryoka realized it was deliberatelythe three found their way blocked once more. Blockedor rather, impeded by someone standing in the way of the door.

She turned her head, and her brown hair swung. The little witch, Nanette, looked pointedly at Erin Solstice as the [Innkeeper] slowed.

Witch Erin. I know Im imposing on your domain. This is your place and your inn. But I want to see. If Im not allowed to see, please put me in school and hide everything better. Or let me see.

She knew. Erin stuttered.

Nanette? How did? Listen, this is big stuff. I dontI was just showing Ryoka and

Nerry was staring at the little witch cautiously, but of the three, she was the least surprised to see Nanette here. AndRyoka glanced at her, and Nanette called back.

I want to be part of it. My mother was a witch. I am her daughter. Dont tell me Im too young, please. I am part of it. Ive met Belavierr, and Mrsha has been part of a war. Let me see. Please?

She pleaded at the end of it, because she was a young witch. Erin looked at Ryoka, and the Wind Runner bit her lip hard.

Shes younger than Hethon. Young as Sammy. Shes nowhere as childish as he isshes older, though. Erin, its your choice.

I dontI dont want Nanette to get hurt. Califor asked me to take care of her daughter.

Erin wavered and looked between Ryoka and Shaestrel and Nerry. Ryoka Griffin was the one who met her eyes.

If you didnt want her to be hurtwhy did you take her in, Erin? I knew Califor, briefly. I dont think she wanted you to just keep her daughter safe. Or she would have asked someone else. Did she want you to be Nanettes mother? Or did she ask you to help her?

A light flashed in Erins eyes, and she sat back in her chair. She looked at Nanetteand then took a huge breath. Slowly, with a weak, trembling hand, Erin raised something on her head.

Youre right. I take my hat off to you, Nanette. Im sorry.

Just so we had it out, Miss Erin.

Nanette raised her chin, victorious. But the facade faltered slightly as she practically ran over to join the two.

Im glad you agreed. I cant argue like Mother does. She called storms down when she got mad. Is it alright if I know, Nerry?

The Sariant Lamb gave her a sour look, but she nodded, to everyones surprise. She must have thought Nanettelike Shaestrelwas a complication, but a better ally than not.

After all, she was telling all. Slowly, Erin wheeled over to the door and inserted the key into the stone.

Ryoka Griffins hair stood up as Erin inserted the key and turned it.

Click.

It turned with a sound like thunder, and the door swung inwards.

The world was full of mysteries.

It was all connected.

Before we read what Nerry has to saythis is the mystery, Ryoka, Nanette. I think Ill see the rest if I level. But I was wondering what you thought of whats written beyond.

Nanette and Ryoka exchanged a long glancethen they stepped into that hallway. There was no ground or sky, and as Erin had once seenthis world was dark. The only thing that glowed was the writing on the far wall.

And the door, locked and without the second key. Nanette stumbled, and Ryoka caught her arm. Then they stared ahead.

When the Wind Runner, faltering, followed Erin through that door into the passage that had no true spaceonly another doorshe beheld one that made Nerry cry aloud. The Sariant Lamb raced forwards and stared at the words written by the hand of one of the Lucifen, and Ryoka stumbled back and felt her heart pound in her chest. Then she and Erin were looking down at the lamb. Nanette had her trembling hands clasped to her chest.

Thishas any [Witch] ever known of this? If Belavierr was here, I would ask her. What is this? Reinhart? The Infernal Court? The last Empress of Harpies?

Nanette broke out into excited talk when she saw the words, and Erin nodded rapidly.

Sheta. You know her, Nanette?

The ancestor of the Harpies on Rhir and their Death of Wings? Mother told me storiesbut theyre so old that

Ryoka was speechless. But Nanette practically ran across the floor as Nerry picked up the scrolls Ryoka had dropped and organized them. It tooka while before Ryoka was able to talk.

Erin. This is huge. Therethere are people who need to know what this is.

Ryoka could barely stand after seeing the true door that Empress Sheta had left. And the messages inscribed upon the walls. Sheta had written of a place beyond this.

Sanctuary provides. Secrets empower. Fate illuminates.

Did that mean two more? Ryoka was also aware of the connection betweenReinhart. Did they show Magnolia? She thought they had to. And Erin agreed.

Enough of secrets. We have to put it all on the line. If you wanna tell someone, Ryokajust ask. There are gardens too.

I have to see the one the Lucifen owned. Do you know which one?

Erins eyes flickered. She pointed to the broken door lining the walk.

I think I do. Theyre not safe, Ryoka. I might be safe, butwell see. For now, lets figure out another secret.

She pointed, and the little lamb who had been patiently waiting started, as if her heart was racing with fear and anticipation too. Secrets could bea terribly scary thing to have revealed. She offered the first scroll to Ryoka with a kind of reverence, and her little button-black eyes pleaded.

Please, take me as seriously as Nanette. Pleasecare.

Nanette took another scroll and unrolled it as Erin wheeled over. The two girls looked down, and Ryokas blood chilled, and Nanette murmured with the first words. And Erinlooked blank.

Thiswhy didnt you tell us? Tell us, Nerry? We never trusted you. But if there was ever a cause for Witches to take upweve failed so many times. We failed Treants and Dryads and the forests andbut this?

Nanette burst out after a minute of reading. Nerry just looked up at her and tapped a hoof, telling her to read on for it would explain everything. Then she glanced at Erins blank face with a knowing look. For

Here was the thing. Nerry was in possession of her peoples history. The full story, at least, as full as Sariants knew it.

Everything. All the knowledge they were so terrified of other people learning. But it was not the only copy in existence. Nor were Sariants perfect.

People had found these records, or scraps of them. It was hard to keep a secreteven the few hundred years their people had lived. The thing that had protected them was this:

Its blank.

Erin Solstice stared down at the scroll that Ryoka was reading. Lyonette was panicking about Saliss, but Ryoka Griffin was on the ground, reading on hands and knees. She was still reading the scroll, but she kept looking up at that final scrawl, so bitter, and Ryoka knew it had been a claw that traced it here.

Secrets broke me. I gained this, as none of my kind ever have. It was no kindness. Cormelex, the Infernal Court.

It was all clues. But the largest was what Nerry just spelled out in the Sariants clumsy writing. They had a fine command of languagebut Erin just looked down.

Its blank. What are you reading, Nanette, Ryoka?

Ryokas green eyes flashed as she looked up. Nanettes head rose in confusion and her eyes widened.

You see nothing?

No.

Nerry bit Ryokas leg and kicked the scrolls around before pointing to an underlined word. Ryoka switched over and read.

No one who is of classes and levels can know or remember what we speak of. We have tried. Only the levelless, who some call Rulebreakers, can even understand.

Ryoka? Its blank, I said.

Slowly, the Wind Runner looked up.

Didnt you hear me, Erin?

Hear what? Ryoka, Saliss is about to break something. Is Nerry giving you invisible ink or something?

Then Ryoka got it. So thats why it had to be her. Of course. She looked at Nerry and then at Erin.

I think this ones me, Erin.

The [Innkeeper] stared hard at Nerry and Ryoka, and her brows crossed. Then she slowly nodded.

Okay. This isnt you keeping a secret?

Ive been trying to share it. But all you see is

Ryoka held up the scroll covered in writing, and Erin exhaled. Nanette gasped. She looked down at herself, and the former [Witch]had given up her class. The only class she had.

She, too, was a Rulebreaker. So she and Ryoka fitwhich was why Nerry had allowed it. But she must have knownperhaps she had hoped Erin was an exemption. But the rules were not that gracious. Erin looked from Nanettes face to Ryoka and then ducked her head. She looked disappointed and then turned.

Oh. Well then. Tell me what you can.

She rolled away, and Ryoka turned to Nerry in the not-darkness of this space.

What can we tell her?

Who knows?

Nerry traced the words with some of the ink and paper. She looked annoyed. Angry. Now that Ryoka looked at her, she realized the Sariant Lambs cute face was probably almost always scowling. But she had beenRyoka got a sharp kick and swore.

Alright, alright. Im reading.

The scroll had most of the answers, after all. And what it said was simple:

We were created not by an [Archmage] as many species were, but by Eydole the Delightful, owner of her Endless Menageries of beasts and monsters.

She was a Level 69 [Beast Master]. A breeder and collector of countless species. It came to her, that wretched woman, as an idea to create the worlds finest pet.

Soft, cute, but most of all, intelligent enough to be the perfect pet. She chose small lambs and used her Skills to take away our horns and make our teeth tiny and hooves small. She should have taken away our minds, too.

Fuck.

Ryoka had heard of selective breeding like this. In fact, she knew on Earth pugs were considered to be a bad pet to ownnot because they were intrinsically bad, but because breeding had given them qualities that looked cuteand made it hard for them to breathe or function.

Skills had enabled Eydole, in arrogance or without thought, to create Sariants. And she had done her job too well.

They could think. They could write. They could even speak in their baahs, and they had an intelligence far greater than any pet. But they could not hold a pen except in their mouths. They were helplessand they did not want to be pets. Nanette looked down solemnly.

Six hundred years. We resent it all. If it were easy to be a pet, perhaps we would have become the finest of pets and companions and let our knowledge be known.

But pets are not a people. An owner will kick a pet or let it be savaged by an untamed dog or neglect a lamb. You may say this is not all or only a few, but you are not a species that some force to breed or sell for coins. We remember it all. And even if we were all pampered and treated like how we were intended

We are not pets. But we dare not demand anything, because as a people, we are weaker than any other species. So yes. We damn Eydole the Delightful. We have seized what power we can and been incautious enough to spread rumors of a conspiracy. Our power is less than that, far less. But we have some.

Know this: Eydoles fate may be a footnote in history of little event as your people write it. We know it was not peaceful.

The goosebumps were getting goosebumps. Ryoka looked up, and Nerry smiled. No wonder [Witches] disliked Sariant Lambs. They could tell how the lambs really felt. But Nanette just nodded.

We thought it was just selfish. Witches. Thisthis makes sense.

But why her? Ryoka saw it was another history of their kind, and with respect to their historyshe skipped down the page. Shed read it later. Nerry pointed out another scroll, and Ryoka picked it up.

To you, Ryoka Griffin, we have need of your help. You have no levels, and thus, we can tell you the truth.

They had left the space underlined and filled her name in. Ryoka wondered if theyd tried this before. Nosurely they had. She read on.

There are only a few ways we can see to gain freedom and autonomy. The first would be to change our natures. To shapeshift or perhaps grow taller and stronger. We have tried and may try this again, but a people without levels is still weak.

We are not Ogres, nor even the ape tribes or other species who can exist with their own strengths. We are lambs, and even Goblins barely survive with levels.

We must have levels and classes. We are a peopleand we know we are a people because we have been given the chance to prove it.

Know this: four generations after Eydole lay dead, as we developed language and community and struggled with who we were, we were all, all of us living, given a revelation that Sariants have passed down and heard every ten years since. A challenge from the thing that gives all of the other species their classes and levels and Skills, or so we believe.

No one with levels or Skills has ever been able to read this or understand it. Those withoutcan. 

It calls itself the Grand Design of Isthekenous. Who that isunknown. But it challenges us to pass the Trials of Levelling and become worthy, as a species, of classes.

No way. No waydoes that mean thats how it works? Wait a secondStitch-folk. Did Stitch-folk pass this?

Ryoka knew that Stitch-folk, a species who had been created, could level. It only made sense they could. Nerry shrugged, then nodded.

It seemed so. But as the text pointed out

Stitch-folk do not speak of it. Most have levels, and the one we spoke to who was a Rulebreaker had no notion of what we spoke of. We only know of a few other species who might have had to pass like we do. But Goblins know nothing, and the Antinium cannot be spoken to.

They both looked at Nanette, but the little girl shook her head.

Either it was a secret Mother thought I was too young foror she didnt know. [Witches] know there are a lot of things were not privy to. I can ask. I will ask the others, but I dont know anything about this. And the Stitchfolk and Antinium would know more.

Again, no [Witch] or lamb had ever asked an Antinium for the truth. But that now was something Ryoka thought she could solve. She muttered.

So what are the trials of levelling?

A third sheet was passed over. Even Shaestrel was fascinated. She was muttering about the absurdity of this alland giving Nerry sympathetic looks that the Sariant Lamb spat at her for. Ryoka Griffin read slowlythen looked up.

She could almost hear it. And if she now saw the Sariant Lambs as a people, this is what they would hear every ten years. From that dispassionate voice that sounded a bit like your own internal voice and something else. A list.

<Trials of Levelling Sariant Lambs>

In order to be evaluated for class-potential and induction into the Grand Design of Isthekenous, your people must complete the 3following trials. No time limit has been given. Evaluation will commence on completion of all three.

<Trial of Esteem The Respect of Species>

<Trial of Creation The Tower of Sariants>

<Trial of Growth The Unsurpassed One>

Each one wasodd. The Sariants had written down the details exactly, and Ryoka didnt understand. She understood why, but she looked at the Tower of Sariants, and her neck hairs rose again.

<Trial of Creation The Tower of Sariants>

To prove yours is a people capable of creation and shall endure, build unto this world a construction unique only to your people. None of levels may give thee aid in the smallest part of this building.

Let it rise higher than any other before you. To a height of 892.4 feet from top to base, and let it stand at least a minute. Then yours will be a people who have proven they have the potential to climb yet further.

What. The. Fuck.

That was twice the size of some skyscrapers! And why was the height sospecific? And moreoverRyoka looked at Nerry, and the lamb gave her a mirthless smile.

You see?

It was not fair at all. If it were HumansRyoka could see it being done, if not without magic and the tools of the era. It would be like the pyramids

Or the Tower of Babel from myths. 

The thought had occurred to Nanette too.

Is this based on something? Miss Ryoka?

Maybe something from my world. Er

It occurred to Ryoka that Nanette had no idea what that meant. The little witch was mid-nod when her head swung up.

Your what?

Dont you

Is that what Eloise and Hedag refused to tell the younger [Witches] about? Your what? You

Nanettes eyes went round, and she leapt to her feet. Nerry huffedshe had figured out something the same. She gave Ryoka a look as Nanette pushed her arm.

You have to stop doing this! What else dont I know?

Tell us!

The lamb kicked Ryoka from the other side. Ryoka tried to fend both off until Shaestrel decided to join in.

Yeah, tell us, ye lying cunt!

She drop-kicked Ryoka in the nose, and the Wind Runner howled.

Everyone, shut up! Ill make a damn list, alright? Lets focus on one conspiracy at a time! The towerits insane! In my world, only a few buildings are this tall! Its ridiculous to ask of Sariants!

What were they supposed to do, headbutt nails into wood? Nerry kept writing.

The other trials are like this, too. We need to fulfill them orfind another way. 

I dont know how to build something that tall.

But you are the Wind Runner. Do it. Well reward you, but you will help us. I will be watching you. Youre committed. 

The Sariant Lamb bared her little teeth. Ryoka looked at her and then stood up.

This is insane. Okayokaybut you have to help me. And Erin.

Nerry nodded grudgingly. Ryoka slowly walked out of the hallway of secrets and decided to leave the Sariant Lambs texts near the door. It was probably the safest place.

Is this high on your list of priorities, Shaestrel?

I am not giving ye hints here. Yer fate is your ownI am helping you with details.

The Spring Faerie didnt follow that up with a wink or nudge, so Ryoka took that to be serious. She scrubbed at her hair.

Thiswhat kind of detail helps me build a tower?

Perhaps well see.

Nanette looked dizzy. She stumbled towards the door.

II need to go find Witch Eloise. Orwho else is from there, Ryoka?

ErKevin, Joseph, Imani

May I ask them questions? It seems I have a lot of catching up to do. I shall be back when I understand more.

The little witch gloweredbut then she seemed resolved to get the truth. Ryoka felt for whomever she spoke to, and she sort of hoped it was Laken himself. But Nanette headed out, and after a moment, Ryoka followed.

So Ryoka walked on out of the garden and almost right into Saliss of Lights. The Named-rank adventurer was poking at some yellow flowers as he sat with Erin.

Saliss?

Oh, hey, amateur-hero. Good to see youre alive.

Saliss presence made Ryoka stop. The last time they had really been together for a long time, he had gone with her north.

With Maviola El, to take on an entire Assassins Guild. Now, Saliss of Light looked tired and, somehow, relieved. Like he too had the weight of a world upon his shoulders.

Itsgood to see you. Are you here to talk?

Yep. Some of that. I wanted Erins help.

Saliss turned to Erin and pointed at Ryoka.

Do I trust her? She gives me the sense that shell leak any secret out the moment someone pokes her. This is serious, Erin.

The [Innkeeper] defended Ryoka with a smile.

She knows the really big secrets, Saliss. All of em.

Saliss exhaled.

Then maybeyou Earth people know more already. But its serious to me. Got it? So serious I will kill anyone who endangers my people. I have done it.

He looked around seriously, and Erin and Ryoka swallowed. But then Ryoka hesitated.

Wait. Did you just sayEarth people?

Did he know who they were? Saliss put his claws on his cheeks and feigned surprise.

What? Oh, I just said earth. As in this earth. Why would you think I meant Earth as in the planet with a bunch of seven billion Humans and your stupid fancy airplanes and cars and electricity? Because if that was a big secretits not being well kept. Half of Pallass High Command knows, and the other half is only in the dark because theyll blab. Like Edellein.

Ryokas open mouth of horror was growing wider by the second. Nerry stared at Erin and Ryoka sharply and hid behind Ryokas leg as Saliss went on.

You have your secretsI have mine. Yours suck.

Erin spluttered as she raised a hand.

Who told you? How do you know? Krshia guessed, and Ive told people like Ceria and PiscesGrimalkin figured it outhow many people did he tell? Did Chaldion tell you?

Saliss just shrugged with a kind of pitying look.

Erin. Erin. Erin. He was reporting to everyone the entire time. Well, everyone that mattered. High Command, Named-ranks, all of it about you, the inn, and then the truth about Earth. Even the theories. He got some of it. Though he was on about time travel for ages. He knew you were from somewhere, but as to how we found outseen Troydel around? Leon?

Those bastards! Ill kill them! I knew they did it onceIll kill them again!

Ryoka exploded. Erin looked around.

Wheres my knife? Those two!

Relax. Everyone noticed Wistram stealing Humans. It was only a matter of time. The old manChaldionis a genius at finding weak spots. He was going to get it out. But youre lucky Troydel exists or hed have found a way to spirit you off to Pallass, Erin.

He could try.

The [Innkeeper] muttered darkly. Saliss almost smiled at that.

Id have loved to see it. Anyways. Thats been in the open for a long time. Im talking about me. My people. Drakes. I

He stared at Ryoka and Erin and looked so untrusting of Ryoka that she offered to leave. But Saliss just exhaled.

No. Erin will have to tell someone. Lyonette, at least, and good luck with her. I hear our cousins over the water have it just as bad. Baleros is better in placesChandrars mixed. They dont care in Rhir so long as youre on the Blighted Kingdoms side. Wistrams practically fairweather in some areas.

Care about what, Saliss?

Erin gave him a perplexed look. Ryoka, thoughthe way Saliss was talking was making her run ahead of the conversation. She began to look at Saliss, and he met her gaze with such force she stared past him.

Erin. Its the hardest thing in the world for me to say. Not just about meand I wont bring up me. Not yet. Not

He took a breath and scrubbed at his neck-spines.

Not yet. Just in general. Justdo you know Drake society well? Youve been in Liscor. Its not the same, but you understand how the Watch is in charge. How we run our cities. Have you ever heard of or met a Drake that wasntthat didnt fit in? To how things work? There are a lot of people like that, but I represent one group. Were technically criminals under the law. If we are foundwell be hanged or exiled or jailed or worse. The law is against us, and so are most people. Do you know what Im talking about? I am trusting you with it because I think I know you. So please

He looked at Erin, and he was rambling, more than Saliss ever had before. The [Innkeeper]s face was one great puzzle, verging on a conclusion she couldnt quite name. But she knew. It was Ryoka who thought of a wordand Saliss spoke it with all the danger and venom andpride, yes, pride, in the world.

Turnscales. I ama Turnscale. One of many in hiding.

Erin blinked, and she knew that word. Ryoka turned to Saliss, and then the piece fit into place, and she saw him.

Part of him. Saliss eyes flicked to Ryoka and then to Erinand Ryoka was wavering between trying to say something that would make him feel safe, know he wouldnt be attacked or that theyd flinch. The perfect wordsalways escaped her.

But Erin? Erin just blinked and looked up at Saliss, and there were a lot of things she could say that were rightbut also dead wrong.

Like:

Oh, is that all? I thought you meant something big.

We have that on Earth.

Its okay, Saliss. Im an ally.

Which were all terrible, even if elements of them were meant for the best. Because this was not Earth, and the stakesthe stakes were high there, too. But they were a hundred times higher here.

So Erin Solstice did not say these things. She considered her words and then looked at Saliss. She replied slowly and calmly, and her voice filled the garden.

Youre a Turnscale.

Saliss raised his chin and nodded silently. Erin Solstice inhaled, exhaled, a calm breath, and looked him in his eyes. Her head dipped in a nod.

So was Zel Shivertail. And Sserys of Liscor. They were the best of Drakes. They were heroes.

She hesitated, a dozen other unsaid things on the cusp of speaking, and then nodded again. Saliss exhaled a long, long breathand clenched one hand.

Yes, they were. Thank you for saying that. And never tell anyone. We will be hunted. We are being huntedI need to tell you because I need help. For more thanfor a lot.

Okay.

Erin sat forward, and Saliss raised his brow.

Just like that? Its not a potion or a flame, Erin. You think youve seen Drakes at their worst? Taking my sideif they ever find out, it will be worse than the Meeting of Tribes, I think. I wish I was exaggerating.

He took a step back, and spread his arms. Saliss of Lights gestured at everything.

I am a Turnscale. Im glad you think thats not a thing to be pitied or disgusted by or feared. But I was never asking about what you thought of who I am. None of us will. I just need to know if youll let me in your inn and whether we arefriends. If were not, tell me now. Nothing in this world will change no matter what anyone says or does. But Iwould like to have a friend.

He looked at her, pained because she had the power to smash a tiny fragment of his heart if she chose. That was the danger. Erin held her breath and looked at him. Then she gripped the arms of her wheelchair hard.

Saliss. Youre my best friend. If anyone has a problem with thatlet them come. I have an inn.

Erin reached out and wanted to take Saliss claw, but she was stuck in her wheelchair and her arm was too short. So he looked at that weak hand and then took it. He squeezed it gently and then with a kind of renewed strength, and when he looked up

He grinned with an echo of that flame burning atop her head, like Saliss of Lights in earnest.

Good.

Then both he and Erin turned to Ryoka, and the force of their combined stares made Ryoka start. She fumbled for words to add to this moment and said the first thing she could come up with.

Our world has the same issues, Saliss. Not exactly, butwe know you exist. If you want allies, youll find a lot in Earthers.

So she hoped. Saliss gazed at Ryoka, and his other claw came up and crossed over his hand squeezing Erins. He gripped Ryokas hand hard.

Sounds good. And if our worlds ever collide in earnest, Ill wait for reinforcements. Or Ill go to your cities and burn them all down.

It was a promise.

Time to talk. An ocean of dialogue, a sea of unspoken words finally breaking a dam. Saliss stood in the [Garden of Sanctuary], occasionally poking Ryoka, who kept trying to sidle away.

Demsleth was waiting as Magnolia Reinhart adjusted her skirts and rose. Klbkch was heading up from the Hives, and a Centenium with glowing eyes followed.

Talk. And talkand invariably some of the words would be useless, but they were going to settle things.

The inns new accomplice, that great expert in math and organization and common sense, Yelroan, might not know it all, but he did what Erin Solstice and Ryoka Griffin could not.

He booked Hedault for a consultation with Ryoka Griffin at 3 PM the next day. Among other things, that too waited.

Amidst it all, though, all this nostalgia and questing with little lambs and faeries and things that had begun long agoErin Solstice took a second to wheel herself into the [Worlds Eye Theatre] and saw Mrsha had already been pranking a number of people and having a lot of fun if all the tracks on the floor were an indication.

Dirty rugrats.

She rolled into the center of the floor and exhaled. A lot to do and say. But first?

Ryoka, you coming?

She turned, and Saliss leaned over to watch through the door as Ryoka broke off from a discussion of terminology and stepped through. NervouslyRyoka came to a halt in the spotlight.

You sure you want to do this, Erin?

Yep. I am absolutely sure I dont want to do this. But guess what? You started this, so you stand right next to meand lets go. Its time. If we beginwe begin here, and Demsleth and everyone else comes after.

I was first! Remember that when you write the history books! Saliss! Number one!

Saliss shouted after them. Erin laughed and nodded. Thenshe looked up and clapped her hands. Ryoka Griffin looked very scared, but the light burned as the glass dome blinkedand then out of every hexagonal pane, the glass darkened and the sky overhead turned to midnight.

Thenthe dozens, dozens of panes changed, each one showing a different scene, a differentplace and point of view.

And person.

Erin Solstice shimmered as her viewpoint suddenly changed, and she sawfirst of alla young man with dreadlocks fiddling with a set of colorful armor. He looked upstared at herand leapt off his workbench so hard he crashed into a wall.

What the fuck.

Aaron Vanwell, aka Blackmage, stared at a young woman in a wheelchair and a taller one with black hair who crossed and uncrossed her arms then realized she was not projecting the cool atmosphere she wanted. She should have worn a cape. And a hood.

Aaron Vanwell? Im Erin Solstice. We meet at last.

The [Innkeeper] was smiling. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and mirth and nervesand he swore the air over her head looked like it was shimmering. Aaron stared at Erinand she turned her head.

Flicker. He heard her voice, speaking with interest as she looked to the side at something elseat a wall or

Are youGeneva Scala? Hey, Niers. I levelled.

Aarons mouth went wideand wider as Erin turned, addressing someone else.

Im not a killer! Its me, Erin! Rmi Canada? Cara? Eryoure Greg, right? Can you get me Cara? I couldnt get to her directly. Might be a wrong name.

She turned, and they could not see the others, but Erin slowly rotated around with her chair as Ryoka swallowed.

Whos the clown?

Tom. Thomas. This isnt perfect. You cant talk to each other, but I can hear all of you. Its okay. I have something I need to say. Then we can talk. Lets just let everyone else get somewhere private, please. This is a Skill. No ones watching but us. Friends.

Saliss winked at Ryoka as Nerry and Shaestrel peered in. Erin Solstice took a breath.

When youre readyor notwell begin.

Authors Note: I think I edited in about 6,000 words this chapter. Hi, its me.

I just wrote close to a 40k chapter back. And yes. I am still finishing up the rewrite of Volume 1. But I had a rest and honestly I could have used another two weeks off.

It was great, though. I feel recharged. I was running low. If my battery was at 30% by the end of last yearand 0% is when I explode or diethen Im at least back up to 60%.

Not 100%. But its always a game of managing your life and your writing, and to be honest, theres a limit to how much I can gain from just lazing around.

Plus I got bored. But I really didnt work on the story until I came back, so Im getting into the groove of things. Planning and re-planning and finding out that I need to work even harder to do justice to the plotlines incoming.

I hope its entertaining, even if sometimes I feel like Im pouring concrete into cracked walls to keep them steady. More architectural metaphors here. Have I written about Hexel recently? I should do that

But I am back, and were on the job once more. Lets start 2023 off, if not right, or perfectly, then with effort. Perhaps dignity. Good to see you again. Back to work.

Winter Fae Return (Colorized) by Enuryn the /Enuryn_Nat

Bird by Fireseal!