Book 4: Chapter 14: L_The Wandering Inn

Book 4: Chapter 14: L

 Once upon a time there was a [Princess]. She was bad at being a princess. She never leveled, and she ran away from home, no doubt causing a lot of trouble because of that. She ran in a childish fit of anger, and ended up on another continent, where she caused more trouble because she was petty and small-minded and useless. Then she died.

 The end.

 That was how the story should have gone. Every day Lyte du Marquin knew she should have died a long time ago, cold, alone, lying in the snow. She knew that, and so she tried to be grateful for the secondno, probably eighthchance shed been given.

 It wasnt hard to be grateful. Because Lyte had everything shed wanted. In some senses, shed found exactly what shede to Izril to find.

 She had a job, something to do that mattered. She had a duty, to protect Mrsha, to take care of the inn. And what was more, she had what shed wanted for so long.

 Levels. sses. Skills. For the first time since she was seven years old, Lyon was actually leveling again. Not just gaining a level every fewyears. She was gaining levels rapidly. Not as a [Princess], true, but as a far humbler ss. A [Barmaid]. Perhaps it was below her station, but Lyte didnt care. Because she had Skills!

 [Charming Smile]. [Lesser Strength]. These were her twotest Skills, obtained as shed reached Level 11 in the [Barmaid] ss. They made her happy and slightly ashamed. Happy because they were Skills, and ashamed because the part of Lyte that still thought of herself as royalty knew these Skills werent what she should be hoping for.

 A [Princess] should not have a Skill that let her lift heavy objects, Lyte knew. True, a Skill like [Charming Smile] was a very Princess-like Skill, although a [Princess] should not smile so openly for no reason. But these werent grand Skills, the kind that could aid her nation or inspire her people. They were justSkills.

 And yet, her entire life, all eighteen years shed lived, Lyte had only had one small Skill from her [Princess] ss. Just one Skill while everyone else learned more Skills and leveled. This was better, truly.

 Lyte was grateful for it. She was a Level 11 [Barmaid], a Level 4 [Beast Tamer], a Level 6 [Carer], a Level 2 [Tactician], anda Level 5 [Princess]. She knew she had far too many sses, that she should only have one.

 She didnt care. Lyte was more grateful to Erin Solstice, the [Innkeeper] and owner of the Wandering Inn, than she could say. Erin was almost always cheerful, always helpful, brave, and kind. If she had one w, it was that she was also impulsive.

 And that sometimes made trouble for Lyte. Sudden party? Lyte would be rushing around to fill orders by herself and washing dishes all next morning. Erins selling magical food to adventurers? Time to buy another five kegs of alcohol! Where did all the food go? Erin cooked it all? Back to the city.

 Lyte usually didnt begrudge these decisions. However, this time she wished, just a tiny bit, that Erin had consulted her.

 The younger girl stared at Erins beaming face and then her eyes slid sideways. It was just past dawn, and it was a bit too early for thinking. Cleaning and hauling water, that was okay. But this?

 You hiredall of them?

 Yup! This is Safry and Maran, Selyss friend Drassi, and a Gnoll that Krshia introduced me tohes Ishkr. Theyre all going to be helping you out! Isnt it great?

 Lyte stared as the two young women Erin had pointed out, the yellow-scaled Drake, and a Gnoll with red-brown fur waved or nodded to her. She blinked a few more times and then turned her head.

 Ryoka Griffin, the strange Runner with exotic features was eying the new staff with as much skepticism as Lyon felt. Mrsha was sitting on top of Ryokas shoulders, detracting from the girls poise as she chewed on a cracker and showered Ryoka with crumbs. Lyte looked back at Erin and smiled weakly.

 Yes. Great, Erin!

 Erin never talked to her about her ns. One day she announced shed be hiring the Antinium to add a third floor to the inn and that the Antinium named Bird would be living here from now on as a guard, the nextthis.

 In fairness, Lyte had really respected hiring Bird. Shed never felt safe without someone who could fight. But these new peopleLyte didnt know anything about them. Erin clearly thought they werepetent, but it was also clear after a few moments that there would be trouble.

 Alright, Ill start cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner. You all can uh, well, clean up. And I need some water. Lyte, can you show everyone how things work? Thanks!

 And like that, Lyte found herself dealing with another one of Erins new ideas. The [Princess] turned [Barmaid] took a deep breath and then smiled at the people Erin had hired. They were all staring at each other with a bit of wariness, but maybe this wouldnt be so bad!

 Hello everyone. Im Lyte. Im a Level 11 [Barmaid], and Im very happy to be working with you.

 Pleased.

 The woman called Safry smiled at Lyte. She would have said something else, but Drassi spoke up. And kept speaking.

 Are you the [Thief] that got kicked out of the city? I was going to watch, but I was working and Selys said it wasnt that exciting. And thats the scary Gnoll kid right? Hi! Im Drassi, a Level 8 [Barmaid]. Well, I was also working as a [Receptionist], but I like waiting tables more since you have to sit in one ce as a [Receptionist].

 Lyte blinked as a wall of words hit her ears. It was rather like listening to Octavia deliver one of her sales pitches, only Drassi was just talking. Chattering, rather.

 The Drake cut off as the Gnoll, Ishkr, cleared his throat. He looked around.

 Hrr. I am a Level 16 [Waiter], yes? Honored Krshia rmended that I work here.

 That was it. Drassi opened her mouth, but it was Maran, the other Human woman who spoke up.

 Really? In that case, Safry and I are the highest-leveled workers here.

 Everyone stared at them. Ryoka and Mrsha had already gone off to y dont crawl on my head. Safry smiled as Maran pointed at her friend.

 Safrys a Level 21 [Barmaid] and Im a Level 22 [Barmaid]. Well look after things and teach you all how things work. Lyte, Erin said were cleaning, right? Where are the supplies? And whats this about water?

 Lyte stared at Maran. Wait, what had she said? Theyd teach her? But

 That should have been the first clue. But then Lyte heard Zeling down the stairs, so she just grabbed a few of the dust rags, a bucket of soapy water and showed the others which tables were clean before hurrying out the door. Yes, looking back on it that was the start.

 The start of a few truly miserable days for Lyte du Marquin.

 Two Human [Barmaids], a Drake [Maid], and a Gnoll. It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

 And it was. Upon getting back, puffing and panting with more water, the first thing Lyte saw was chaos. Maran and Safry were serving food to the bemused Gold-rank adventurers whode down, Zel was waiting patiently for his food while Drassi cleaned and talked his earholes off, and Ishkr was waiting for instructions, standing at attention by the kitchen. Mrsha was sniffing at him as he tried to shoo her away. And Erin was shouting that she needed more pots to hold all the food she was going to make ahead of time! Lyte nearly screamed.

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 After half a day of work, Lyte realized that things werent as bad as shed thought, and they were worse than she could have imagined.

 The inn was busy from dawn till dusk now, mainly due to Erins advertising her magical cooking to the adventurers in Liscor. You could stop by for a quick bite before going out hunting monsters or braving the dungeon, and youd have an enchantment that wouldst for hours, at a fraction of a cost of a normal potion!

 This amazing opportunity meant that Erins inn always had a steady flow of visitors, mainly adventurers looking for one type of magical food or another. Everyone was busy, and Erin had set up the schedules so that not all of the staff would work at the same time. Sometimes, like around dinner, all four of the new workers might be helping at once, but usually Lyte would be working with two or three of the others at most.

 That gave her time to rx and y with Mrsha, in theory. But Erin hadnt ounted for the need to teach the new workers everything, and since she was busy hanging out with Ryoka, an expression that meant going shopping, chatting, and generally enjoying herself in Celum and Liscor, the duties once again fell to Lyte.

 It gave her the opportunity to learn about the others. And what Lyte learned was that she didnt actually mind some of them. They had their negative qualities, true, but also good ones.

 Drassi, for instance. She talked. No, she gossiped, no, she conversed with anyone and everyone nearby. She could chat about Drake politics and switch over to a serious discussion about thetest Human fashions in a second. But while that could be annoying, she was always chattering away while she cleaned a table, or served food. She didnt linger.

 That couldnt be said for Maran and Safry. They worked, talked, and when they were done serving, they sat around and talked with the inns guests. At first Lyte thought they were just taking a short break, but it became apparent that when there was no more food or drink to be served, the two [Barmaids] would just sit down and rx, rather than clean tables, wash dishes, or get more water or firewood from outside.

 We can do thatter. After the inn closes. Rx!

 The inn doesnt close until Erin sleeps, and thats after midnight!

 Lyon argued with Maran as the other woman sat with a drink. Maran looked slightly off put, and then shrugged.

 Well do it when more dishes pile up. Theres barely more than a few cups and tes.

 But

 Lyte tried to think of how to insist without forcing the issue, but Ishkr beat her to a reply.

 I will do it, yes? I have time.

 He headed into the kitchen, rolling the sleeves of the uniform he was wearing up. Maran gave Lyon a smile as if to say, you see, theres no problem. By her side, Safry watched Ishkr go in and leaned towards the other two Humans and whispered conspiratorially.

 I hope he doesnt get fur all over the dishes. How does a Gnoll wash tes anyways? With his tongue?

 Maran giggled, but Lyon gave Safry a look that wiped the smile off the other womans face.

 With his paws, I imagine.

 That was the issue. Not Ishkr. The Gnoll had been hesitant at first, but when he was told what to do, he did it withoutints. He wasnt talkative, but he seemed to enjoy idle work, the kind he could get engrossed in without talking to anyone for good periods of time. Better yet, he didnt have a problem with Mrshas white fur.

 I was born and raised in Liscor, yes? I do not know many of my tribes superstitions. Honored Krshia says the child is alright, so I will not mind.

 That put him in Lyons good books. No, Ishkr and Drassi werent the problems. The problem pair were Maran and Safry, by a long shot.

 It wasnt that they didnt work as hard. Well, it was partly that. But Lyte just didnt like them as much. For a while, the girl had wondered if she felt threatened, but she realized it was because of how Maran and Safry seemed to regard Lytes advice as suggestions and thought of themselves in charge.

 Even when they didnt have a clue of what to do. In the mid-lunch rush as adventurers came to eat magical food, normal food, or just drink, Lyte saw Safry delivering one of Erins Corusdeer scrambles to a waiting Drake. She called out, but Safry didnt pay attention until she was on her way back to the kitchen.

 Whats the problem Lyte? I served him his food.

 No, no! Thats the wrong Drake! Hes eating the wrong food!

 Lyte hurried over to the Drake. When she came back, after apologizing profusely, Safry made a face.

 How can you tell the difference? That looks like the same Drake to me!

 Hes not! Look at his scales!

 Theyre green. All of those Drakes have green scales too!

 No!

 How could they not tell? Lyte looked at the green-scaled Drakes that Safry had pointed out as proof, and saw an elderly Drake male with patches of grey scales, a Drake warrior with a speckled pattern across his far lighter green scales, and a Drake with darker green scales and some distinctively long spines along the back of his head. When she pointed this all out to Safry, the woman just looked confused.

 Where are you seeing all that? They still look sort of the same. Okay, the old guy I can see, but Drakes arent distinctive like us Humans.

 Lyte bit her lip. Shed heard Drakes and Gnolls say the exact same thing. And to be fair, most of the people on this continent had light skin, whereas Drakes and Gnolls had all kinds of variation among their fur.

 How about this. Next time, why dont you ask if this is his order? If you know his name, you can check to make sure. Itll just take a second and Im sure they wouldnt mind

 Safrys eyebrows crossed, and she raised a hand to cut Lyte off.

 Look Lyon, I appreciate the advice, but Maran and I know what to do. You just point out the right Drakes and Gnolls and well do our job.

 Lyte stared at Safry, but the woman turned away too quickly for her to respond.

 That was the first big issue Lyon had. The second came when she noticed they were running low on water. They were always running low on water to cook with, boil for drinking, wash with, use for cleaning, and so on.

 Maran, can you go get some more water?

 Lyon was busy serving a group of Gnolls that the two Human [Barmaids] couldnt tell apart. Maran stared at Lyon, then her eyes flicked to the Gnoll [Server].

 Why not Ishkr? Hes free, and hes stronger than me.

 Lyte paused feeling angry. It was true Ishkr was free for the moment, he had just worked his entire shift and Safry and Maran had just had lunch! Moreover, why was Marans first response to ask someone else to do the work?

 Ishkr needs to have his lunch break. You just finished yours.

 But we still have some water left.

 Some, but well be out soon!

 The Gnolls sitting at the table eyed Lyte as she went over to argue with Maran. They flicked their eyes at Ishkr, who made some motion behind Lyons back she couldnt see. Maran clearly didnt want to go.

 Its cold out there. This isnt a [Barmaid]s job, you know.

 Erin told you youd be working here, right? This is what we do.

 I want to talk to Erin about this. This isnt what I was hired for.

 Lytes patience was at an end. She felt like she was dealing with a child, not an adult.

 You can do it when shees back. Just go now, please. And take two buckets!

 She thrust another one into the affronted womans hand and practically pushed her out the door. Lyte got back to serving, apologizing to the Gnolls. She waited for Maran toe back. And waited. And waited

 Maran returned after twenty minutes, twice as long as it should have taken, just when Lyte was about to go look for her. She was irate at having to have carried the buckets up the hill in the snow. And they werent fully filled!

 Lyte bit back her words when she saw Marans face and instead thanked her. Twelve minutester, she wished she could have taken back the thanks when Safry began toin about Mrsha.

 Hey, can you do something about her?

 She was pointing at Mrsha as the Gnoll tried to sneak up on the group of Gnolls. They were letting her do it, and one would turn to stare at her when Mrsha got ready to pounce on a tail. Thereafter Mrsha would run about excitedly. Lyte saw nothing but pure fun in Mrshas game, but Safry was clearly displeased at having to watch to avoid Mrsha being underfoot.

 The kids cute, but were trying to work. Cant you make her go upstairs or y outside?

 Just ask her to move. Its no problem.

 Shes in the way every two seconds. Why not let her run outside if shes so excited?

 Lyte stared at Safry.

 There are monsters outside. Shes not causing that much trouble and she needs the room.

 Maran spoke up as she swabbed a table. She made a face as she held up a rag full of white hairs.

 Shes getting fur all over the tables and chairs we already cleaned.

 So? Just clean them again? Its only a few wipes of the rag.

 The two [Barmaids] looked at each other, clearly displeased. Lyte had to turn away so they wouldnt see the look on her face.

 Small things. Small things that would go away. That was what she told herself, but then Bird came by and things gotawkward.

 He wanted a drink, and he had some birds for Erin. Simple, right? Only Maran and Safry left him sitting until Drassi got a drink, and although Maran had a pitcher of refills, she kept seeming to miss Bird.

 Just fill his cup! Whats the problem?

 Hesdont you think its weird? Hes one of them! One of the Antinium!

 It was only then that Lyon realized how clearly ufortable Maran and Safry were around Bird. They walked wide of the Antinium, not going near him if they could serve other customers. Drassi and Ishkr were far more rxed around the Antinium, having seen them before, but Safry and Maran werent happy with him around.

 That Antinium in the Horns of Hammerad was one thing, but is he going to be here all the time? He just stares and talks about birds!

 Lyte crossed her arms as Maranined.

 Erins going to hire him permanently. Hell stay here all the time as a guard.

 The woman looked dismayed. Safry shook her head.

 Maybe hell stay upstairs where we dont see him. Id hate to turn around and just see him there. Staring.

 Not once had Lyte ever felt ufortable from Birds stare. He was just curious, and she never felt uneasy around him. She opened her mouth, and turned away.

 When Erin came back, a few hours before dinner, Lyon had never been more relieved. She would have loved to chat with Erin, but dinner had to be made ready, and Erin was far too busyughing with Maran and Safry for Lyon to pull her aside to talk aboutMaran and Safry.

 Indeed, while Erin was around, things suddenly began to work smooth as butter. Neither Maran nor Safry had a problem with the Gold-rank teams, the Horns of Hammerad and Zel in the crowd, mainly because everyone was distinctively, andrgely, Human. Lyon rushed about until Erin pulled her aside. She was sitting with Ryoka, eating rather than cooking or serving for once and looking pleased as a cat about it.

 Isnt this cool, Lyte? I can take a break!

 Um. Yes.

 Lyte bit back the words she wanted to say. Erin smiled up at her.

 So how was everyone? Did Drassi talk a lot? Selys says she does that, but she swears Drassis a hard worker. Oh, and did Ishkr do okay with Mrsha? I was worried about that but he seems cool!

 They both did great, Erin.

 Awesome! So there were no problems?

 Safry and Maran were walking around, serving the tables and talking with the adventurers. Too near. And it was only day one, right? Lyte felt she couldnt say anything. So in the end she didnt. She only mentioned Marans reluctance to get water.

 Erin groaned aloud when Lyon brought that up, but she was already nodding cheerfully when Lyon was finished exining.

 Oh, the water? I guess I didnt mention that to them. Ill talk with Safry and Maran about it, okay?

 And that was that. Erin had a word and then came back to assure Lyon that water wouldnt be a problem. Lyon tried to take Erin at her word, but she really couldnt. She just felt like something was wrong.

 Then in the middle of the night, Lyte woke up and realized what was wrong. Safry and Maran thought they were in charge. Because they were higher level. But Lyon was. Right? Shed been working here longer, so she should know what to do. Right?

 But it urred to her as Mrsha rolled over and Ryoka snored loudly from her corner of the room that Erin had never mentioned who was in charge while she was gone. Maybe Erin hadnt thought about it. But it mattered. It matteredquite a lot.

 -

 The second day was no better than the first. It started out promising, with Safry and Maran turning up exactly when they were supposed to and cleaningst nights dishes and the room cheerfully while talking with Erin.

 The trouble started the moment Erin left to hang out with Ryoka in Celum. Lyte missed her chance to ask Erin whod be in charge while she left. She felt awkward just bringing it upit felt as though Lyon was trying to get Erin to give her more authority, when it was really an important matter.

 Either way, it meant there was no leader, and so the duo of Safry and Maran butted heads with Lyon over countless issues as the day wore on. It began with tips, and came to a head with buckets of water.

 This time Erin had left the inn before breakfast had ended. Shed already cooked up days of food in advance, a handy suggestion of Ryokas that was convenient all around. But it meant that the Gold-rank adventurers and the Horns of Hammerad were eating at the same time as Zel. And wouldnt you know it, but Safry and Maran seemed to serve food first to the Gold-rank adventurers and leave Zel forst.

 Hey, youre not serving Zel first. Bring the sausages to his tablehes been waiting the longest!

 Lyte caught Safrys arm as she went out holding a steaming te of reheated sausage. The [Barmaid] frowned at Lyon.

 Why? Hell get some in a minute. But the Gold-rank adventurers are sitting over there, Lyte!

 So?

 Safry rolled her eyes.

 So, they might tip us!

 Lyte paused. She looked usingly at Safry.

 I thought you told Erin you didnt get any tips!

 Well, obviously not from normal folk. But Gold-rank adventurers throw their money around like water, especially for good service! If you smile the right way at some of the men, theyll give you a gold coin just for serving their table!

 She moved away from Lyte and to her outrage, served Griffon Hunt first. And indeed, both Safry and Maran flirted with Halrac, Ulrien, and Typhenous, who might have been twice as old as they were! Lyte nearly swallowed her tongue when she saw that, but ording to Safry and Maran, that too was customary.

 You dont understand how being a [Barmaid] works, Lyte. You need to pay attention to the most important customer.

 Safrys arch tone made Lyon want to kick her. She pointed towards Zel, who was eating sausage with Mrsha, oblivious to the drama.

 Oh yeah? Well hes a Drake [General]. Why dont you shake your hips for him?

 Both Safry and Marans jaws dropped. They exchanged a spective nce, and then Maran shook her head.

 Eh, I dont want to flirt with him. What if he took it seriously?

 Safry nodded. Lyon ground her teeth together. It wasnt the idea of Zel and Maran together that was upsetting herthat was pretty much impossibleit was how Maran had phrased her words.

 Whats wrong with him? What if one of Griffon Hunt took things seriously?

 Well, thats different. Obviously.

 Maran looked surprised Lyon had to ask.

 Ulrien and Halrac are fine, and so is the old [Mage], I guess.

 Safry made a face, but nodded reluctantly. Maran cast her eyes over to the other adventurers in the room and shook her head.

 But the half-Giants obviously no good, and neither is the fish man. Ugh. No way. And the others are all femaleat least theres that handsome [Mage] sitting with the Horns of Hammerad.

 She pointed to Pisces appreciatively. Lyon stared at Maran, and her dislike of her and Safry grew four timesrger in that moment. She smiled bitterly at both of them.

 Who? Pisces? Go ahead if you want. Hes a [Necromancer], you know.

 She left the two horrified women and stomped away.

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 Midway through the day, Lyte paused to check how much water they had left. There was a good amount, but a fit of pique made her go and ask Maran to get more water. She expected the other woman to resist, but she wasnt expecting an outright refusal. But that was what she got.

 There is no way Im going out there. Neither is Safry.

 Why not?

 Marans face was set.

 There are fish with teeth in the water. Thats what Erin said! And Rock Crabs? Shield Spiders? Im not doing it.

 Lyte stared at her, and realized Maran hadnt been told of Liscors natural hazards before now. Drassi and Ishkr epted the slight danger as a matter of course, but Marans face was white at just the thought of running into one of the monsters.

 Look, Maran, it will be fine. Just take a seed core and

 No!

 It was customary now for Lyte to use some of the wizened, dried-up seed cores that Erin had stored from the blue fruits just in case a Rock Crab showed up. Shed scared one away twice by now, and knew they werent a threat if you had your eyes halfway open. But Maran was insistent.

 Ill get some water from Celum instead.

 What, from a well there? Fine. But if youre going

 No! Ill do it like civilized folk do and have it delivered! You can pay to have water barrels sent to your inn or home each day. Its just a few silver coinsa few more for a fast delivery, but its safe.

 Silver coins for water? Lyte gaped at Maran and then shook her head.

 You cant do that. Just go and get some water!

 I wont. If you need them, get it yourself or get the other two to do it. But Safry and I wont get water from now on. You can melt snow in the buckets if you want.

 That was it. Lyte crossed her arms, too frustrated to let this go. She red at Maran, who was staring hard at Lyon, mouth a firm line.

 We need water, and Erin told you this was part of her job. No one else is getting water, so until you go

 Ill just pay for some water to be delivered here! Erins got enough money.

 Maran went over to the bars counter and to Lytes horror, opened the lid of the money jar where Erin collected the days earnings. She went to stop Maran, but Safry got in her way.

 Erins not going to pay for barrels of water when she can just get it from the stream.

 Well thats too bad, because Im not going to get some and risk my life.

 Maran marched over to the door leading to Celum. Before Lyon could stop her, shed disappeared through with a handful of coins from Erins money jar. She came back thirty minutester, and Lyte watched six huge barrels of watere through the doorway with butterflies of panic and anger fluttering about in her stomach. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and walked right past Marans smug face.

 Lyte was furious Maran had wasted Erins money. But deep down she was also pleased. It meant that there would be trouble, and that both [Barmaids] would get what wasing to them. At least, Lyte hoped that was the case.

 Hey Lyon. Get Mrsha off the table!

 Safry was trying to clear the tes off of one and Mrsha was happily trying to steal scraps. She flicked her hands at Mrsha, trying to shoo her off, but Mrsha just saw that as an invitation to y. Lyte hurried over and pulled Mrsha away. Safry red, and Lyte red back.

 The other woman broke the stare-off by ncing towards the door.

 By the way, one of the Antinium things was here earlier. Not the Bird his one called himself Pawn or something.

 What? Pawn?

 Lyte dropped Mrsha in her excitement. Pawn was alive! Erin had been so worried.

 Where is he?

 Safry shrugged.

 I dont know. He was looking for Erin, so I told him toe backter because Erins not here. Were busy cleaning up breakfast, so

 No!

 Lyte clutched at her hair. She screamed at Safry, right in the womans surprised face. How could she turn away Pawn, just because she was afraid of the Antinium? He was a guest, and she

 We always let the Antinium in! Always! Is he still nearby? How far did he go?

 She rushed out the door before the woman could respond.

 -

 Death. Pawn had known it woulde to that. Hed known it, but not really known. There had been some stupid, foolish part of him that had imagined fighting with his Soldiers, triumphing over the monsters and not losing a single one.

 What a fool he had been. The Antinium dragged himself away from Erins inn. She wasnt there. And he was empty.

 His Soldiers had died. Twenty five of them. But far more had died that werent his. Hed heard Belgrade give the report to Klbkch. Over two hundred Workers and about half the number of Soldiers had perished while theyd been fighting. Two hundred.

 These werent devastating numbers. The Hive had suffered worse, and alwayse back. New Workers and Soldiers were always being created. That also meant each day they were also dying. If not by the hundreds, at least a dozen.

 Each day. Each day, a dozen Soldiers like the ones who lived on the walls of the barracks in paint died. Each day. Pawn could barely fathom that. Noit was because he couldnt imagine such a thing that he was still able to function at all.

 Workers died. Soldiers died. They died and their bodies were turned to mush that other Antinium ate. Each day. If you dwelt on that, youd curl up and die, like the Workers who never woke up and were carried away. Or worseyoud be an Aberration.

 That was how they were created, surely. Pawn hade close, once. He felt that had to be why. It was when you couldnt make sense of it all, when the death and emptiness crushed you down and left not even loyalty, not even the shred ofof anything. That was when it happened.

 He wanted to talk to Erin about it. But she wasnt there. The strange Human who hadnt met his eyes had said so.

 So Pawn would go back. Hed go back and

 Pawn!

 Someone called his name. Pawn looked up. He saw a figure running down the hill, waving her arms and shouting at him. Not Erin. But someone nearly as good.

 Lyte. She seized him, hugged him. Pawn stood still in the snow, wordless, as Lyte sobbed in relief that shed gotten to him before hed gone back to his Hive.

 I thought you might be dead! Come on,e back to the inn. Ill get you food, and your favorite bee, and you can wait for Erin

 But the Human female said Erin

 You can wait for her! Dont listen to Safry! Come on!

 In no time, Pawn was sitting in the inn, Mrsha sniffing at his hands, a mug of hot honey milk in his hand, and a te with a dead bee practically dripping with butter and honey wafting enticingly up at him. The bee was making two of the Human [Barmaids] scream and argue with Lyte. Pawn listened and thought Lyte sounded angry, until the door from Celum burst open and Erin and Ryoka rushed through.

 Pawn!

 Erins voice was like the sun. He rose as she ran at him. She threw her arms around Pawn and hugged him tightly. It was like finding his name again. Pawn hugged her back, carefully, and saw another girl he recognized standing behind her. Ryoka Griffin.

 When Erin let go, fussing over Pawn, Ryoka approached.

 Pawn, right? Im Ryoka. Weve met before, but I havent talked with you.

 She held out a hand. Pawn stared at it, and gingerly shook it. Ryoka Griffin was nothing like Erin, but she was reassuring in her own way. She had spoken to Klbkch, Pawn knew, and Erin had always spoken highly of her. She was intriguing to him.

 But now Erin was fussing about him, and telling him to tell her everything. Pawn looked at her, and felt the same pain, the helplessness, hurt bubbling up inside him.

 What happened Pawn? Was it bad? Why did Klbkch tell you to fight?

 It was

 He couldnt talk about the Hive. Or how the Antinium were barely holding back the monsters. But the dead. Pawn closed his mandibles and looked down at the cooling bee.

 I let them down. They died to protect me. A quarter. They died, Erin. For me.

 What? Who died, Pawn? Belgrade? Anand? Who?

 Erin leaned over Pawn, looking anxious, worried. That filled Pawn with something too, something bright, but also painful. He shook his head.

 Not them. My people. TheyI put them on the walls.

 Erin and Ryoka exchanged a nce. Pawn knew he wasnt making sense. He tried to exin as best he could.

 You were fighting? Monsters?

 From where?

 Ryoka stared intently at Pawn, but he couldnt answer. He told Erin how hed drawn the symbols of his dead Soldiers on the walls when he started shaking. He couldnt help it.

 I am sorry. It is just

 Dont be sorry.

 Erin hugged him tightly, so tight that Pawn felt the shaking stop, as if shed used a Skill. But her warmth was simple, in. It was better than magic, more mysterious than a Skill. Erin stood up, looking angry and upset.

 Im going to talk with Klbkch. Im going to tell him he cant make Pawn and his Soldiers do this!

 Wait a second, Erin

 Ryoka rose, grabbing at her friends arm, but Erin shook her off.

 Dont argue with me, Ryoka! This is wrong! Pawn, you sit right here. You dont have to worry about fighting and dying, okay? Ill take care of it.

 She practically ran out of the door, despite Ryokas attempts to stop her. Cursing, the girl returned to her seat and looked at Pawn.

 Damnit, I hope she doesnt try to storm the Hive.

 Revntor Klbkch is most likely on duty as a [Guardsman] in the city at the moment.

 Oh? Whos defending the Hive, then? I assume the monsters are still around.

 Pawn froze. Would it be Belgrade? But nohe was resting.

 II do not know. Perhaps Xrn?

 But that didnt feel right. Who led the hive when Klbkch could not, and when Belgrade and Anand were out ofmission? It had to be

 The Queen. Did she lead the Hive? She must. She must have ordered the Workers and Soldiers to do battle thousands of times before Belgrade and Anand had taken some of the burden away. She had to send them to their deaths, over and over. How could she? How could she not care? Did she know?

 The storm of emotions was hidden behind Pawns face. Ryoka stared at him.

 I think Erin will get Klbkch to take your unit off the front lines. Erins persuasive like that and Klbkchwill probably listen to her. Even if he wouldnt listen to anyone else.

 Pawn shook his head.

 I wish she would not do that. Revntor Klbkchhad his reasons for ordering my unit intobat.

 Good ones too. He was right. Pawns group of one hundred Soldiers had suffered least out of the groups assigned tobat, and his had fought in one of the most hotly contested areas. His Soldiers were stronger than normal ones. But they had died.

 How could he ever ask the Soldiers to fight again? How could he face them? But Ryoka didnt seem concerned with that. She was staring at Pawn and clearing her throat. He looked at her. She drummed her fingers on the table for a moment.

 LookPawn. Ive wanted to speak to you for a while now. Since Erins gone, nows the best time. I know youre upset, but you and I have to speak now about yourbeliefs.

 Pawn froze. He looked cautiously at Ryoka.

 What do you mean by that?

 She met his eyes levelly.

 I mean, I heard from Erin about how she told you about Christianity. AboutGod. And I had a talk with Klbkch and he says youre a believer. And you have a ss. Is that true?

 If shed talked to Klbkch, then he could speak to her, right? Pawn hesitated, and then nodded. He lowered his voice, without knowing why. It seemed like something Ryoka would want.

 That is correct. I am a Level 6 [Acolyte]. I received the ss after Iprayed and was told of religion and heaven by Erin.

 Why did Ryoka freeze up at that? Her eyes flicked to Lyte, who was arguing with Safry about a te Mrsha had identally knocked over. Then she looked back at Pawn, seemingly worried.

 An [Acolyte]? Damn. Uh, has Klbkch told you why thats not a good thing?

 Pawn nodded. Klbkch had indicated it was not, in action as well as word. Hed told Pawn not to speak of gods to anyone. After hed tried to kill Pawn for knowing about gods in the first ce.

 He has expressed his desire to keep such knowledge private. I have done so, and only told you of my ss outside of my Hive. However, I do not understand the reason for his distrust of gods.

 Yeah, well, thatsplicated. If he didnt tell you, I dont think I should either.

 Ryoka traced patterns on the table, thinking hard. She hesitated, and looked at Pawn again.

 I uh, cant say why Pawn, but this faith business is trouble. Klbkch, your Revntor, agrees with me, and so does your Queen, I think. Sowhy dont you just stop praying? Itreally doesnt do much good. Or rather, there are other ways you can help your people.

 Pawn stared at Ryoka. He felt shocked, stunned by the wordsing out of her mouth.

 Stoppraying? Stop believing?

 She nodded and leaned over the table.

 Look, its not something your people need. A god is important, surefaith, hell its meaningful, but the people of this world have gotten along fine without one for this long. Cant you, I dont know, just forget about it?

 Just forget about it. Just forget about Heaven. Forget about god. Forget about

 Something zed in Pawn. He closed his mandibles, leaned away from Ryoka. When he spoke, his grief was forgotten. It had been reced by the anger of indignation.

 No.

 Ryoka sighed and scrubbed at her hair.

 Come on. Why do you need to believe? Like I said, its really dangerous if it spreads

 It is necessary for the Antinium.

 She looked nk.

 Why? Why would believing

 You do not know what it means to be Antinium.

 Pawn cut Ryoka off shortly. She did not understand. He tried to tell himself that. And then he realized that was it. She really didnt understand. Pawn looked at Ryoka, who seemed to be growing more annoyed. She was ignorant.

 Look, Im trying to be nice, but Klbkch and I agree

 What would you give someone with one day to live?

 Pawn stared at Ryoka. She blinked.

 Excuse me?

 What would you give someone with exactly twenty four hours to live before they died? Someone who knew their death was imminent?

 She stared at him. But unlike Erin, she didnt question Pawns words, but took the query at face value.

 One day? Well, I guess Id give them what they always dreamed of. Time with their family if they have any, money to do what they wanteduh, maybe a chance to

 No.

 She broke off.

 What?

 Pawn shook his head deliberately. She still did not understand. He spoke carefully, choosing each word to make herprehend.

 You are misunderstanding my question. I said, what would you give someone who had one day to live? Not years. Not decades. One. Day. One day total. Someone who came into existence and will die within hours of waking.

 Ryokas eyes widened.

 You meana Soldier? A Worker? One of the Antinium?

 Yes.

 The word was bitter on Pawns mandibles. He broke off a leg of the dead Ashfire bee, stared at it as he spoke.

 You Humans live for years, do you not? In most cases, you live at least until you are ten, many twice that age. Some live for nearly a century. Other races live longer, others shorter. But the lifespan of an Antinium may be a single day. Or less.

 You mean theyre born and are fully cognizant the instant theye out?

 Ryoka seemed fascinated, but she was missing the point. Pawn nodded.

 The instant a Soldier emerges, he is expected to fight and serve his Hive. He may be sent into battle minutes after he is born. What can he have in those minutes, if not faith that he is dying for a reason?

 For his Hive, you mean. For his queen.

 Yes. But it is not enough. If the Soldier lives, he will fight every day for his Hive. Fight and die, Ryoka Griffin. That is his fate. Fight and die. What can you give him? Money? He has nowhere to spend it. Family? He will never reproduce, and his brethren die with him. An experience? He has never seen the sky.

 The young woman sat across from Pawn, staring at him as if she were looking at something horrible or tragic. Pawn felt something surging in his body, something dark, but also

 You tell me faith is not needed. I disagree. When Erin told me of God, of Heaven, it was important. It was necessary. Because what else can the Antinium cling to? What can I give the Soldiers who died for me, if not hope of a ce to rest? What can I give a Soldier who will die in moments, if not faith? Tell me, Ryoka Griffin. Why is faith meaningless to the Antinium?

 She had no reply. She sat back, looking stunned, and then ashamed. When she did speak, minutester, it was humbly.

 Im wrong.

 Pawn nodded.

 Yes. You are.

 She nodded as well.

 I didnt know about how the Antinium lived. I guessed, butIm sorry about that. Id change it if I could, how your people live. And youre rightreligion is important. Especially to your people. Ithink Id forgotten that. If I ever knew. But it doesnt change the fact that faith is dangerous in this world. Faith in a god is dangerous, Pawn. Can you understand that?

 He reached for his mug and drank slowly.

 I understand that you and Revntor Klbkch fear Gods. You fear one of them. Are there living Gods in this world, then?

 Ryoka jumped and looked around. Pawn lowered his mug.

 It is not a difficult thing to surmise. But it is curious. I believe in Godsbut you and Revntor Klbkch know one exists.

 So you do believe.

 The young woman was intent on Pawn.

 Are you a believer in Christianity, then? Are youspreading the word of the Bible?

 Pawn paused. He shook his head.

 I believe in Jesus Christ. I believe he was born of the Virgin Mary. I believe he suffered under Pontius Pte. I believe he was buried. I believe he descended into hell and returned. I believe he is a God. But I believe he is not my God.

 Ryokas jaw dropped. She struggled for words.

 How? If you can believehow?

 Pawn shrugged.

 It is simple. He is not my God. He is yours. When God created the earth, he created animals and Humans, the earth, the sky and stars and sea. But he did not create the Antinium, Ryoka Griffin. I know this. Because we created ourselves.

 Oh.

 Indeed. Your God cannot be ours. No matter how much we wish for it. Thus, I believe. I am an [Acolyte]. I have faith.

 But how can you be if

 I believe in the Antinium. I believe in Heaven. I believe there is an afterlife, that miracles are possible, and I believe in Gods. Just as I believe the Antinium have none.

 Pawn said it simply, and spoke the truth. He believed. He believed the Soldiers who had died would not be swept away into ash and dust. He had to believe in that, because he could not trust a God to do it for him.

 I dont know what to say.

 Ryoka seemed breathless, caught betweenughter and tears, incredulity and wonder. She shook her head, half-smiling.

 If I could bring you back to my world and introduce you to the Pope, or the Di Lama, orora Jehovahs WitnessI cant do this. Im not qualified to tell you anything.

 She looked at Pawn, a bit sadly, regretfully.

 I dont believe, Pawn. I dont, although I think there is aa God in this world. But I would refuse to believe in him or her or it. And yetI cant tell you youre wrong. I think youre right to believe. Im just worried.

 Because belief is dangerous.

 Of course.

 Ryoka Griffin sighed. She seemed old, tired. She looked at the ceiling as Mrsha slunk by her feet, chastised by Maran. Ryoka bent down to pet Mrsha, and the Gnoll stared up at her and Pawn. A child. But not a dog.

 Atst, Ryoka reached a decision. She took a breath and nodded, and then looked at Pawn.

 I thinkyeah, I think I should tell you all about it. Its only right, and it might help. Ill tell Klbkch the same.

 Tell me what?

 Ryoka smiled crookedly.

 Religions, Pawn. Not just one. Erin told you about Christianity, right? Well, Ill fill in any gaps she might have missed andlets call it context. I read the Bible back to front. And I knowwell, I know a bit about other religions, too. Buddhism, Sikhism, Shinto, Zoroastrianismnot everything, but I can tell you more than Erin did. If youll let me, Id like to tell you about other religions, the good and the bad.

 Pawn looked at her. For the first time that day, his heart lifted. His mandibles parted, and raised in a slight smile.

 Truly?

 If youre going to be the first religious Antiniumyou might as well be the most informed. Sure. Lets start with Christianity.

 I know much of what Erin has told me.

 Yeah, I know. But did you know Christianity is only one interpretation of, well, everything? Its part of whats known as the Abrahamic religionsthat is to say, Abrahamism. That epasses all religions who worship the God of Abraham. But there are many religions within that definition, who believe different things. For instance, there are two other major religionsIm and Judaismthat believe Jesus Christ was not the Son of God.

 Pawns mandibles opened wide, the equivalent of Ryokas jaw dropping. She nodded, smiling.

 For instance, in the Imic faith, they use the Quran, another holy book instead of the Bible and believe that Muhammad was thest of Gods prophets. Now, they differ from Christianity on several fundamental issues, but have several simrities, beginning with

 The skies opened. The snow stopped. The world warmed, and Pawn felt himself standing on the edge of the sky, looking past the horizon at something like stars. It was something vast, something distant

 But all so familiar. He wanted to reach out and touch it. That was how he felt as he listened to Ryoka. She told him about Im, about Judaism and the difference between Catholics and Protestants, Mormons and Quakers.

 And then she told him about what each religion did, how they differed. Erin had told Pawn about people eating Jesus in the form of breadRyoka exined the difference between transubstantiation and consubstantiation. But what was far more important than terms was how each religion worked.

 They eat braided bread instead of wafers?

 Braided bread. Yes. That would bechah. I think thats what its called.

 Ryoka frowned, nodding to herself.

 Its more of a food than wafers, you understand. The Jewish people will eat it on special asions, not just beforemunion.

 Pawn nodded. Ideas were shing through his head like the stars in the sky.

 Do you know how to make it?

 Make it?

 Ryoka blinked, astounded. Pawn nodded seriously.

 I should like to try some. Andyes, perhaps I can speak to Lyte or Erin about obtaining honey. It is not the same as wine, but I believe it may be cheaper and more ptable to the Antinium. A tiny bit of bread will not upset our systems.

 Wait. You want bread and honey? For amunion?

 The Asian girl was blinking and frowning.

 I thought you didnt believe in the Bible. Why adopt a religious service like it?

 Pawn looked nkly at Ryoka and shook his head sadly. She was so knowledgeable, but she did not understand.

 Because it is a religious service. Clearly, there is merit in it. So the Antinium must have the same. Not the exact same of course, since we will not worship that God. But it is a good idea.

 Ryoka was doing the open-mouthed thing again. She spoke slowly.

 Youre going tosteal the ideas of Judaism? Wait, not steal, but copy?

 Pawn nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

 Of course. And I would like to hear of non-Abrahamic religions, please. If Christianity is not the only religion, then I must hear of them all. All Human religions. Because there is so much wonder in the stories Erin told me, of God and his people. Surely there must be simr wonders in every religion. I wish to hear of it all. So I can take what the Antinium can use.

 She blinked at him. And thenughed.

 The Antinium really dont mind about giarism, do they?

 Pawn lifted his mandibles in a smile.

 I do not know what that word means. But we do not shy away from copying what is glorious, what works.

 Ryoka shrugged, cracking her fingers together and making Mrsha jump underneath the table.

 Well then. Id better get to work.

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 In the end, she spoke for two more hours, until Erin got back. By that point Ryoka was drinking honey water for her throat, as hoarse as she was. But Pawn had heard many good things. Chiefly among them were a few ideas.

 A shrine. Shinto. Buddhist prayer beads. And a Catholicwhat did you call it?

 A censer.

 Hey Pawn, I talked to Klbkch!

 Erin looked triumphant, but Pawn and Ryoka didnt nce twice at her.

 Thank you, Erin Solstice.

 Yeah, thanks Erin. Wait, why do you want a censer, Pawn?

 Crestfallen, Erin stared at Pawn and edged slowly into the table as they kept talking.

 A censer is a powerful tool, or so it seems to me. It is different from a cross in that it has a physical presence.

 From the incense.

 Yes. I would like to have one, possibly on a chain as you described. That would be very convenient.

 Uhtechnically, thats a thurible. If a censer has chains, its called a thurible. Sorry.

 Ryoka looked embarrassed to have contributed the detail, but Pawn nodded his head gravely.

 I willmit that to memory. Do you know how to make one?

 Make one? Hell, its not hardthe trick would be describing it. Look, if youve got some parchment and a quill I could

 Ive got one!

 Erin leapt up, surprising Ryoka and Pawn. She ran into the kitchen and came back with the items.

 Here! Draw!

 Ryoka carefully sketched out a censer, and Pawn noted the holes on the top and bottom where the burnt incenses fragrance would drift outwards. Yes, it was just what hed imagined.

 I would like to have one. If you will assist me with the ns, I believe I will go to a [cksmith] and have onemissioned.

 If you like

 Hey! What about me? I could build one for Pawn!

 Erin interrupted the two, beaming. They looked at her incredulously.

 You could do it, Erin?

 Ryoka was skeptical. Erin blew out her cheeks, exasperated.

 I do have [Advanced Crafting], Pawn. I could build parts of my inn myself butwell, thats a lot of work. The least I can do is help you build a censer.

 Thurible. This one has chains.

 Ryoka grinned as Pawn corrected Erin. Erin rolled her eyes and then looked at Ryoka.

 So Ryokawhat does a thurible look like?

 To Pawns surprise, there were all the parts Erin needed at hand already. The censer was made, ording to Ryoka, to allow the incense to burn and waft out of the container. It required holes, in short, which would also make it holey ording to Erin. That was apparently a joke that neither Ryoka nor Pawnughed at.

 To build the first prototype of a censer, Erin took toders which had been used to strain spaghetti, and put them together. She added a basin to catch the incense and ash that would fall from the bottomder, and added a chain around the top.

 What do you think? Is that it?

 Ryoka eyed the impromptu thurible skeptically. Erin had used string to tie the basin of theder to the basin, and shed put a coal and some sticks of ground-up cinnamon into theder. Now she picked up the entire affair with another bit of string and swung the censer around gently. Smoke began to drift out of the holes on the top and bottom, bringing a sweet smell that Pawn inhaled slowly.

 The Runner coughed as Erin wafted the thurible at her. She waved smoke away from her face.

 Itssort of like a thurible, Erin. The real thing would be smaller, and lessunwieldy. Are you sure you have[Advanced Crafting]?

 Erin red at Ryoka as Pawn inspected the thurible.

 Hey, I dont have [Advanced Metalworking] or whatever you need. And I dont know what a thurible looks like!

 Well, its a good start.

 Ryoka eyed the contraption with quite a bit of reserve, but Pawn shook his head as he carefully lifted the thurible up and examined it. He addressed Erin.

 I believe I canmission a smaller versionter, and I will return theder to you at another time. But for nowthis is perfect.

 She beamed at him, and then tugged Ryoka away to whisper to her.

 Psst, Ryoka. Whats ader?

 A strainer, Erin. Youve been using it every time to drain pasta.

 Oh. Why dont they just call it a strainer?

 Ryoka sighed, and didnt bother replying.

 By this point, the hours had worn on and it was approaching dinner. Pawn sat at his table, feeling better. A thurible. And there were all sorts of things Ryoka had mentioned. This might help

 He paused. It would not help the Soldiers. They would still fight and die. His prayerscould not change fate.

 And yet Erin had done just that. They wouldnt have to fight! There was relief in Pawns heart as he considered that, and joy as he thought of sharing the thurible with the Soldiers. The other religious artifacts Ryoka had mentioned would be of interest to them too, surely. Perhaps Pawn could conduct a mass? They could enjoy themselves.

 And no one would die.

 He barely saw Erin get intercepted on her way to the kitchen, but Pawns attention was attracted when Maran, one of the [Barmaids] began pointing out the six water barrels stacked up against the wall. He heard Erin eximing over them, and then her cheerful voice.

 Hey, that isnt a bad idea! It might save some timesure, why not? We can try it out tomorrow as well. Thanks, Maran!

 She hurried back to Ryoka and Pawn.

 Guess what, guys? Maran had this great idea to buy water barrels from Celum! We can just get them filled up each day and itll be a lot easier than going out for water, she says! Isnt that cool?

 Pawn nodded obediently, having no input on water barrels. But sitting across from him, Ryoka frowned.

 How much would that cost, Erin?

 OhI dunno. Maran didnt say.

 It seems like a waste to me.

 Yeah, but if it saves time

 Erin!

 Someone hurried across the floor towards them. Lyte. Pawn sat up upon seeing her. He opened his mandibles to greet Lyte. He had a lot of affection for all the times she had helped him, but she was focused on Erin.

 Erin, did you tell Maran youre going to buy more water barrels tomorrow?

 Yeah, dont worry about it Lyte! Its a great idea, dont you think? Maran told me she thought it would really help the inn, so I

 She didnt do it to help the inn! She did it because she was too afraid to go outside and haul water!

 The anger and frustration in Lytes voice made Pawn sit up. She was furious, but hissing at Erin while the other workers served the Gold-rank adventurers filing into the inn. Erin froze. Her eyes swiveled to Maran, who was busy flirting with an impassive Ulrien.

 But she said

 I asked them to get water from the stream and they both said no. Maran took money from your jar and went to buy six barrels! It must have cost at least twelve silver coins, and we could have gotten fresher water if wed hauled it ourselves!

 The entire story came out quickly, Erin blinking in shock and Ryoka grimacing. When Lyte was done and breathing heavily, Erin nodded seriously.

 Okay, that was wrong. Taking money and not listening to you? Yeah, Ill tell them they cant do that again, Lyon.

 Decisively, Erin walked past Lyte. The girl looked relieved, but that relief changed to panic in a moment when Erin spoke.

 Hey Maran, Safry! Lyte told me that earlier, you two didnt want to haul water. But you said

 The two [Barmaids] blinked and came over as Erin began to talk with them, frowning hard. Meanwhile, Lyte was staring at Erin as the [Innkeeper] pointed back several times to her as she talked to the other [Barmaids].

 Lyte hurried away, taking over serving drinks while Erin scolded Maran and Safry. Ryoka and Pawn looked and saw the two barmaids were ring daggers at Lyte as Erin spoke with them. Ryoka covered her face.

 That moron. You dont dress down workers in public like that. And she told them to their faces that Lyte was

 She was grinding her teeth together. Pawn looked at her quizzically.

 I do not understand the full context of what is happening, Ryoka. Is Erins hiring new employees objectionable to you?

 No, but it looks like theres a problem. Its a staffing issue and Erins making a mistake. At leastshe might be. Lyte could be lying, or exaggerating the problem, or theres something else at work here.

 Ryoka chewed at her lip distractedly. Pawn listened obediently, since she seemed to know what she was talking about.

 No ones impartial in a pissing matchand office drama is always ugly, so why not [Barmaid] drama. Damnit.

 She thought for a second and then looked at him.

 Hey Pawn, how much do you trust Lyte? I mean, how much would you trust what she said? One hundred percent?

 Pawn didnt have to think to answer.

 She fed my Soldiers and I. She gave us honey, and offered us food when no one else would. She helped paint my Soldiers. She gave them respite and shelter. I do not know Safry and Maran. But I would trust anything Lyte said.

 Ryoka nodded grimly.

 Thats what I thought. Shes changed. And Maran and Safry, well, they dide from Agnes innmaybe I should do something about this.

 Pawn had no idea what that meant. But he felt relieved and tired. It was over. His Soldiers were safe. He could pray, and know they would be safe. Prayer was good, but knowing was better. He sagged in his seat.

 I am going to sleep.

 Ryoka blinked at him.

 Wait, what?

 But it was toote. Pawn, exhausted by fighting and grief, slowly drifted off into slumber. All would be well. He believed that.

 His dreams were still filled with death. The Antinium he held in his arms had no paint on his body.

 But he was still dead all the same.

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