Book 5: Chapter 4_The Wandering Inn

Book 5: Chapter 4

 The Floodins of Liscor. So named because of the valley that had been formed between the High Passes, one of the two routes between northern Izril and southern Izril. At least, for most of the year. For two months out of the twelve, the floodins would fill up with water as the spring rains poured down. All but the highest hills would be engulfed in water until the rains stopped and the water drained. It was an annual process, a well-known feature of Liscor.

 I had no idea. I mean, I know theyre called the Floodins, but I guess I just assumed it was a weird name. I didnt know that this happened, you know?

 Erin was still in a state of shock. She stared hopefully at the young woman across the counter. Octavia looked up as she painstakingly made a bunch of matches. She was leaning over a bowl filled with red liquid, dipping wooden sticks into the bowl and attaching the wet matches to a small device she was rotating with her other hand.

 I knew that. Even I know what happens in Liscor.

 Even you?

 Erin stared in shock at Octavia. The dark-skinned Stitch-Girl shrugged.

 Yeah, itsmon knowledge. It rains in Liscor and trade ceases for two months out of the year. Big deal. So what?

 Erin was speechless. It seemed like a big deal to her, but then, Octavia had lived here her entire life.

 You dont think thats cool or weird orI dunno, special?

 Eh, its water, Erin. I never nned on going to Liscor in my life. Maybe past it, butlook, would you move back? This mixture is mmable and I dont feel safe with you hovering about.

 The [Alchemist] shooed Erin back a step or two as she continued dipping the set of match sticks into the bowl. Erin watched, keeping a respectful distance although she resented the implication that she could make the matches catch fire by breathing on them. For a few minutes she just watched Octavia make matches.

 It was a fascinating process. Octavia had created a red liquid she was dipping a series of uniform sticks into. This was the liquid form of the match heads and the [Alchemist] had to rotate the matches to prevent the matches from dripping. Shed managed to create a turnable wheel of sorts she used to dry the match heads but as shed exined to Erin, it was an involved process.

 Im trying to figure out how to air-dry them without the match heads dripping. That way Ill be able to triple my output if I dont have to manage them. I can get up to fifty boxes done each day if I work at it with my other projects, but Id like to be able to do up to three hundred without any effort eventually.

 Wow. Thats a lot of work.

 Erin stared at the neat little wooden boxes that Octavia had filled with the matches. Shed wrapped each bundle of matches in wax paper to avoid the heads rubbing against each other or the box and igniting. Octavia nodded proudly, showing Erin a line of boxes ready to be sold.

 Im making money hand over stitch thanks to these things! True, anyone with a fire spell can light something, but how many people dont know fire magic? And this is so much easier to carry about than a flint and stend a lot more fun, too! Ive got [Traders] and [Merchants] asking how many I can make.

 She paused and pursed her lips.

 A lot of [Alchemists] want to know my recipe as well. Ive tried to make sure they cant get their hands on my form, but its only a matter of time before someone figures out my secrets! I want to flood the market before that. And of course I have a lot of potions Im making with all the gold! Take a look at this!

 She showed Erin a crate of bottles, each onebeled and filled to the brim with glowing, or sparkling liquids. Erin whistled.

 Ooh. Thats so cool.

 And dont touch! Some of those are dangerous!

 Octavia pped Erins hand away. She protectively edged in front of Erin, guarding her precious wares. It wasnt often that Erin hung out in Octavias shop these days, but the [Alchemist] clearly didnt trust her any more than she had when Erin was experimenting with her magical cooking.

 I have to deliver this to that scary Gnoll [Shopkeeper] of yours and I dont want my first delivery to be dyed! Thanks for telling me about the rain, though. Ill have to cover my matches so they dont get wet.

 Erin blinked at the crate and the bag that Octavia was busy stuffing her wares into.

 Wait, are you going to Liscor? You never leave your shop!

 The Stitch-Girl snorted.

 I leave sometimes. For food and ingredients andstuff. And Im not going into Liscor, what, do you think Im crazy? Im not ducking those giant Crab Rocks or whatever you call them. No, Ill leave my potions and matches in your inn. That Gnolldy said shell send a Street Runner to pick them up. Just show them where it is, okay? And no touching!

 She waved a match stick at Erin. The [Innkeeper] frowned as she studied Octavia.

 Wait, so youre going to bring your goods to Liscor through my inn.

 Octavia didnt look up as she dipped more matches.

 Thats right.

 And youre going to sell them through Krshia, who I introduced you to.

 Yep. She gets a cut and I get a cut. Apparently Liscor imports most of its potions from Pass. Hah! I can beat the [Alchemists] with my prices since I dont have to ship them a few hundred miles! Plus, my matches havent been seen in Liscor yet. Even with that damned Gnolls cut I bet Ill turn more of a profit this week!

 Uh huh. And the matches were my idea. Mine and Ryokas since she told you how they were made.

 Well yeah, but I had to figure out the exact form. Phosphorous? Heh, thats not nearly asbustive as powdered Corusdeer Horns and some Fire Beetle shells

 Octavia smiled to herself as she plucked a dried match from her drying wheel and poked at the head. Satisfied, she transferred it to a box ofpleted matches. Erin nodded, watching the [Alchemist] work. Then she dropped her bomb.

 Shouldnt I get paid for all this then?

 The Stich-Girl dropped one of the matches into her bowl. Cursing, she grabbed at it, tossed it into a bin at her feet, and then gave Erin a fish-eye. Erin smiled sweetly as she leaned over Octavias counter. The [Alchemist] stared at her and then gave her a big and not-entirely-genuine smile.

 Erin, Erin, were friends, arent we?

 I guess.

 The [Alchemist] sidled up to Erin, putting her arm around Erins shoulder. She squeezed tightly, smiling like a used car salesman selling her most corroded piece of junk.

 Of course we are! You and me, we go way back. Were practically sisters! Well, I think of you that way. Youre an [Innkeeper], Im an [Alchemist]but we do the same things! Remember when you made all those magical dishes in my shop? Great times! And remember how I was encouraging you the entire time?

 Nope.

 Erin, its all in the past now. I know we had our differences, but I am so gratefuldid I mention how grateful I am?so grateful that you are helping me grow my business. And I know its a small imposition that you let me work through your magical doorwhich Ive installed in my shop by the way, just because you asked. I still havent fixed my front wall, you know. It gets drafty at night

 I paid for that.

 And so you did! But Erin, business is one thing and Im a small-time [Alchemist]I hardly have my head above water most days. Hah, water, its a heck of a thing isnt it? Imagine Liscor flooding all the time? Well, Im sure you see my predicament, but I want you to know that I care, and so I can give you uh, these potions as a sign of friendship.

 Octavia eyed her shelves and grabbed a few bottles. She pushed them into Erins hands.

 I insist, a token of our friendship!

 She was smiling desperately and a slight sheen of sweat covered her forehead. Erin, smiling as well, looked at the bottles.

 As much as Id like a stamina potion, hair-regrowth tonic andooh, one of Ryokas stink potions, I think I want an actual deal, Octavia.

 Okay? Okaywe can deal.

 Octavia looked wary, but she immediately grabbed a seat and dusted it off for Erin. She gave the young woman another big smile.

 What were you thinking? A monthly convenience fee? How about we talk about it over dinner? My treat? We could go for a, uh, a deal where I give you sixno, twelve match boxes each week? And a potion?

 Erin declined to sit. Instead she loomedjust a tiny bitand gave Octavia one of the scary grins shed seen Ryoka give other people.

 Thats one idea. But how about this? A non-negotiable surcharge on every match box made and a copyright fee as well as a fee for using my door and a finders charge for introducing you to Krshia and storing your goods in my inn, which also adds a protection fee, a delivery fee, a storage fee, and city taxes, since Liscor is importing the goods from Celum.

 Erin was no businessperson and she had no idea what shed actually said, just that it soundedplicated and expensive. Anyways, it didnt matter. Erin could say something entirely stupid so long as she delivered her lines with the right attitude. And the result was impressiveOctavia went dead white. She gaped at Erin for a moment and began speaking rapidly.

 Look, Erin, lets not be hasty! I mean, youre a businesswoman and Iwe dont have to do this! Were friends! Why, Im sure we can strike a deal thats not this harsh! Did I insult you with the potions? Let me take them back! Forgotten! Lets try again, and why dont I buy you a drink and dinner? Five drinks? Come on Erin, dont throw me under the wagon, have a heart

 She looked so desperate that Erin couldnt help butugh. She spread her arms as Octavia stared at her.

 Kidding! Im not that much of a jerk.

 The [Alchemist] sagged against her counter, weak-kneed with relief.

 Dead gods, Erin, dont do that! Do you know how worried I was?

 Well, now you know how I feel every time you try to con me. Besides, I have a point which is why you got nervous.

 Erin smiled triumphantly. Octavia grumbled and kicked at an empty bottle lying on the floor. It sailed across the shop and shattered loudly. The [Alchemist] winced.

 Okay, point. I guess I owe you something. But Erin, this is my livelihood!

 Which is doing better thanks to me. Im not asking for much, Octavia. And remember, Ive got all kinds of cool ideas. But my inn needs money since I have Goblins in it and apparently thats a bad thing. We can deal, but equally, okay?

 Octavia sighed.

 Goblins. I forgot about them. No wonder no ones asked to go to your inn for a week now. I did wonder, but they must have slipped my mind. Fine, we can talk gold.

 I dont need much. And I wont charge you for doing business, but some money for my ideas each week would be nice. Say two coppers for every gold coin?

 Erin saw Octavia brighten and waggled a finger.

 But I do want some matches for myself! For free, Octavia. Ill give you new ideas, too. Thats worth all the gold you can bargain for. When you finally figure out that penicillin stuff youll be really rich, trust me!

 That will take a while. Those molds are hard to figure out. And Erin, some of your ideas are good, but there is no way I can make an anti-gravity potion because you thought it would be cool. I need ideas that are real, not imaginary.

 Octavia grumbled as she went behind her counter. For all she moaned about coin, she was surprisingly good-natured and Erin pocketed a handful of gold and silver coins and came away with several matchboxes and two potions. She let the [Alchemist]in about unfair business practices as she lugged her crate of potions and matches into her inn and then opened the door to Octavias shop.

 Im going into the city, Octavia! Dont be scared if you see Goblins and tell Lyte to keep Mrsha away from your stuff!

 Wait, theyre wandering about? Where areaaah!

 The Stitch-Girl spotted one of the Redfang Goblins heading down the stairs and ran screaming for the doorway. Erin shook her head as Rabbiteater stared at Octavia brandishing a potion at him. It would be fineLyte could sort it out, Erin was sure. Probably.

 She turned and strode out the doorway, confident that Octavia would either bargain for her life or start selling matches to Goblins. Octavia was all very well, but a deal with her was small potatoespared to what Erin had in mind. The [Innkeeper] walked through Celum, staring at the Humans walking past her.

 Its not raining! Huh, I guess the storms only around Liscor.

 It really was amazing. If Erin turned her head she could see dark clouds in the horizon to the south, right where Liscor was. But shede a hundred miles north to Celum in a single bound. And she could go to Pass, which was five hundred miles south of here from her inn! The possibilities of her door were endless. As were the dangers. But that wasnt what mattered now. What mattered was

 Goblins.

 Erin sighed as she walked down the street. Several of the people around her gave her strange looks. Celum had heard about Erins Hobgoblin poption and they had likewise boycotted her inn. Erin hadnt cared about that as much as Liscor, but now she did. Her Goblins were a problem? Well, theyd be an even bigger problem after this! She was nearly at the Runners Guild when she heard a voice shouting angrily behind her.

 Turn, hellhound, turn!

 The voice was male, authoritative, and echoed down the street. Erin whirled around, grinning. She saw a man dressed in bright clothing pointing at her as all the pedestrians on the street turned to see who had shouted.

 The man lowered his hand and strode down the street towards her, a broad smile set on his face. Wesle had changed markedly since Erin had first met him. Where he had once been apetent if slightly resigned low-level [Guardsman] in service to Celum he was now a confident [Actor]. He now led the troupe of actors in Celum the first of their kind with his leading co-star, Jasi.

 Wesle! Just the guy I was looking for!

 Erin walked over and hugged Wesle. He smiled down at her, and his voice was deeper and more resonant than she remembered when he replied.

 It seems I have impable timing, then! I was just walking down the street for a bite to eat when I saw you leaving Miss Octavias shop! What brings you into Celum? And do you have time to talk with a humble [Actor] such as myself?

 Of course! Youre one of the reasons why Im here! I want your help and I have a cool offer for you and Jasi and all the other [Actors]I was going to the Runners Guild first, but now that I think of it, youre better. Lets get to one side and chat, okay?

 They were in the middle of the street and Erin was wary of rogue wagons, especially after what had happened to Ryoka on these same streets months ago. Wesle stroked at his clean-shaved lips and chin.

 We can certainly do that, but it ah, might be better to step inside somewhere. I think well attract a crowd if we linger outside.

 Oh? Whys that?

 Erin turned and saw to her amazement that a crowd of onlookers had already gathered around Wesle. She saw a young woman push forwards, a [Baker] or a bakers apprentice by the looks of her. She had eyes only for Wesle.

 Mister Salkis, Im such a huge fan. I know you must be busy, but could you possibly spare the time to?

 She blushed and pushed back her sleeve. Wesle gave Erin an apologetic nce and then gave her and the crowd a huge smile.

 Of course! What is your name, mistress?

 Colina, sir.

 The young woman blushed. Wesle pulled something out of his pocket with a flourish and Erin blinked as she saw a piece of ck chalk orwas it charcoal? The tip looked almost wet as Wesle unwrapped it from some waxy paper. He gently pressed it to the young [Baker]s arm and to Erins astonishment, began to sign his name!

 Well then Miss Colina, I am delighted to meet you. What y do you enjoy the most, pray tell?

 Oh, Hamlet, sir! When I saw you on stage, calling your uncle a false [King], well, Iit was incredible. And that line you delivered just now! I know Sir Macduff always performs it and its Mister Pralcem who ys the part, but I would so love to see you y his role as well!

 An intriguing idea! Perhaps well mix up the roles next time. Thank you for your support, Miss Colina.

 Wesle smiled and the young woman nearly fainted with embarrassment and pleasure. He turned, the charcoal in his hands.

 Anyone else?

 There was a chorus of voice. Erin saw the people line up and Wesle went from person to person, signing arms, hands, and a cheek! The people beamed as he spoke with them. When it was done Wesle walked towards Erin, looking pleased and slightly apologetic.

 Lets hurry inside somewhere before another group finds us. Its not always I get stopped, but once someone asksthe Runners Guild will keep them away.

 He hurried with Erin towards the Runners Guild. There too Wesles face instantly drew attention. A [Receptionist] hurried forwards, beaming at him, and when Wesle requested a private room he immediately got itdespite not being a Runner and much faster than Ryoka had when shed asked.

 There was even the cheese tter. Erin sat across from Wesle as he signed the [Receptionist]s palm. He smiled at her, embarrassed, and she shook her head when they were alone.

 Wesle, youre a star! When did this happen?

 Wesle flushed and stroked his lips where his mustache used to be.

 I dont know about a star, Miss Erin. I feel like Im a [King] in his court sometimes, but its all sh and show, it really is. As for when it started happening, well, it began about a month ago. Wed been putting on ys each night when we started getting requests to go to other cities and put on a performance for the [Mayor] and well, people starteding up to us on the streets after that and saying how moving they thought our acting was.

 He looked happy, red-faced, and excited all at the same time. Erin just grinned at him.

 Wow. Look at you! I knew the ys were cool, butjust wow!

 We owe it all to you.

 Wesle bowed his head slightly. Erin waved it away, feeling embarrassed herself. She had been the one toe up with the idea and then teach Wesle and the others a y, but she could never have dreamed it would turn into something like this! He was an actual celebrity, and somehow, without her involvement he had already begun signing autographs and having groupies follow him around.

 Some things were the same across worlds. Erin sat forwards in her seat and talked around a piece of gooey brie cheese on a cracker.

 Okay, tell me. Whats with the charcoal? You sign your name with that? On peoples bodies, not paper?

 Paper? Most folk cant afford paper. Although I have signed parchment for some of them. They keep it as mementoes. And we cant walk around with a quill and inkpot, so one of the [Alchemists] in the city made this up for us. Its sticky and makes a mess, but it shows up well.

 Wesle offered the bit of charcoal to Erin. She touched it and found it was more like an oil-based marker than actual charcoal. She drew a smiley face on her arm and Wesle raised his eyebrows.

 Whats that?

 A smiley. You should draw one on the next person! I bet its easier than a signature. And you could have your own special symbol, you know?

 Erin showed Wesle a few more symbols from her world and he was stunned.

 Once again you have new ideas Miss Erin thatwell, its always something wondrous with you. Wethe yers of Celum were calling ourselves for nowowe you a huge debt. Jasi and Grev talk of you all the time and if you could spare the time wed love to have you meet our troupe. Weve taken on a lot of new [Actors] since we started and we now have our own warehouse to practice in. Hah, weve had to hire [Guards] and [Mercenaries] to keep people from watching us practice! It would mean the world if you visited.

 It was amazing to hear that the [Actors] had already be this sessful. Erin shook her head again.

 Of course Ille! But Im just a humble [Innkeeper]

 Nonsense!

 Wesles ringing denial was far grander than the acoustics of the room should have allowed. His pose was equally impressivehis body radiated a fierce refutation of Erins modesty. Was it one of his new Skills? He leaned over, giving Erin a look that was both genuine and serious.

 You, Miss Erin, are our patron and muse! We would never have started this without you and as I say, we owe you a great debt. Weve put on ys in Ocre, Remendia, and Wales because of you and were thinking of travelling further abroad once we have enough [Actors] for two groups to perform at once. Not to mention, wed love to know if you have more ys you could teach us.

 He coughed and winked at Erin. It was such a theatrical move that she burst outughing.

 Not that theres any shortage of [Writers] moring to have us perform ys theyvee up with. Not just [Writers]weve gotten submissions from countless members of the public already! None of it holds a candle to the stuff youve given us, mind, but weve been paid good coin to put on some performances other people want to see.

 Amazing. And youll probably get more. I bet [Lords] and [Ladies] will want you to perform. Oh, Wesle, Im so d this is working out for you!

 Erin rose and hugged the man. He smiled at her.

 And to think it all started with a [Washer] and a [Guardsman] in an inn. Thats a y in itself and we may have to perform it sometime. But I talk too much now, dont I? Why did you want to see me, Miss Erin? Anything we can do, anything at all

 Well, I was actually hoping youd say that! Im in a bit of a pickle you see. I havent been in Celum for a long time because Ive had so much to do. Have you heard about it?

 Wesle grew serious and once again reached for his shaved mustache. That habit hadnt changed at least.

 I did, Miss Erin. I saw some of it, or pieces at least. That business with the false Named Adventurer, the tragic death of that Gold-rank adventurer and GnollZel Shivertail himselfing north and falling in battleand now I hear your inn is hosting Goblins.

 Erin shook her head, her joy fading as she recalled all the trials of thest few months.

 Its always hosted Goblins, Wesle. Only now people are scared and my inns suffering. Im actually in a bad spot financially. So I was going to askthis is really difficult, but

 Say no more.

 A finger raised towards Erins lips. Wesle shook his head as he leaned across the table.

 Wed be the most wretched of ingrates if we didnt offer you what weve earned, Miss Erin. You never asked for a cut of our profits and you deserve it for teaching us the ys, let alone giving us our sses! We can offer you quite a lot of goldId have to ask Jasi how much we earn per week, but we could give you at least

 Wesle, I dont need donations!

 Erin cut him off,ughing with relief. Wesle blinked.

 You dont? But see here, Miss Erin

 If you want to give me some money thats great and Ill ept. Im not going to say I cant use it. But I dont need you to give me money for nothing. Actually, I wanted something a bit more from you that I really hope youll agree to. Listen

 The young woman sat forwards on the edge of her seat and Wesle did likewise. His eyes widened as Erin exined her idea and he frowned, but within minutes he was nodding and pacing around the room excitedly.

 That can work! Of course it can! Just the other day Kilkranhes one of our new [Actors], a man you havent met. A former [cksmith], but a voice that could shake the rafters of a barn, Ill swear! He was saying that we needed to think about the long-term. And this idea is perfect!

 You dont think itll drive away business? Its a risk, Wesle.

 Erin warned the man, wanting him to be clear on what he was agreeing to. Wesle dismissed her concerns with one shake of the head.

 Business? We could divide our troupe and still earn enough for all of us to live on. Besides, this is better. This is right. And if you think this will stop people from watching ushah! The power of the stage will draw them in, Miss Erin. Just you wait! I dont want to speak for everyone of course, but I cant think that any of the original cast will say no, and the new [Actors] wille round once they know all youve done for us!

 Well, Im relieved. If you want to tell them, I can settle things in the Runners Guild. Or maybe you can help me? I think theyd believe it if you said it.

 Of course. And we must have a drink at your inn as well, Erin. That is to say Miss

 Erin!

 Sheughed and Wesleughed too.

 You kept telling me that before as well. All this business about your magical door and the Goblins sound incredibly difficult. I wish youde to us months ago, or that wed known you needed help!

 Erin shook her head.

 You guys had to do your own thing! Youre stars; and I didnt have as much trouble until Zel andwell, and Pass. Those jerks are making stuff difficult but Ill win in the end! And think of this, Wesle! With my door you guys dont have to just go to Human cities! You could put on a show in Liscor and even Pass!

 She looked at Wesle. His eyes widened.

 A Walled City? But that would bedead gods, could we do it?

 First Liscor, then the world! I bet the Drakes and Gnolls would love you! But lets do this first. Okay?

 Erin headed down the stairs with Wesle and the [Receptionists] and Runners in the Guild looked up.

 Mister Salkis!

 One of the [Receptionists] hurried forwards and Erin smiled. Weslesst name was Salkis apparently, and it seemed like everyone was too shy to call him by his first name. Wesle greeted the woman and exined Erins idea. The [Receptionist]s eyes went wide and she took a step back.

 Butwell, of course we can spread the word, Mister Salkis. But youre sure? Youre going toI mean, there are rumors

 She stared at Erin who folded her arms.

 Hey! Im standing right here, you know!

 The older woman blushed and Wesle bowed slightly. His voice could be heard at the back of the room as he replied.

 Miss Bellia, I can assure you we will be perfectly safe. Safer, in fact, which is the point of this little announcement. Now, I have to get to my troupe, but please send the bill to us. And if Miss Erin has anything else she needs done

 He looked at Erin expectantly. She hesitated.

 Is Fals here? Or Garia? Has anyone seen Ryoka?

 The [Receptionist] shook her head, her brow creasing when Erin mentioned Ryokas name. The Runners Guild in Celum still hadnt forgotten the incident with the Frost Faeries.

 Theyre all out on deliveries in other cities, Miss Solstice. Well, I cant speak for Miss Griffin. Shall I ask them to call on you when they arrive in Celum next?

 Please. I havent seen them in a while.

 The woman nodded and Erin strolled out of the front door with Wesle. He was smiling at her. She peered at him suspiciously?

 What?

 Oh, nothing. Its just that life is never dull when youre around, Erin. I think Ive had enough excitement and then you turn up.

 Well, I do like interesting stuff. Ill go back to the inn, Wesle. Meet youter?

 His eyes twinkled. Wesle took a step back in the street and swept Erin a dramatic bow that drew all eyes to him once again.

 I wouldnt miss it for the world. Well be there.

 He strode off. Erin watched him go, shaking her head and smiling.

 What a showoff.

 She thought it suited him perfectly. Humming, Erin walked back to Octavias shop, a spring in her step. Everything was going ording to n! Now, there was just onest step.

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 Its perfect.

 Erin breathed the words that night. She stared around her inn, stared at the Humans crowding around one side of it where the tables had been shoved aside, stared at the Redfang Goblins, and stared at the bit of cloth shed been writing on all day. Lyte peered at Headscratcher.

 Its insane, Erin. Even for you, this idea is crazy. Itll never work!

 Itll totally work! It has to work! Its already working! Its the most amazing idea Ivee up with yet! Lyte, this is going to blow peoples minds!

 Erin waved her hands over her head excitedly. Lyte shook her head, but she couldnt help smiling in amazement.

 Its something alright. But do you really think Watch Captain Zevara and that guy from Pass will like it?

 The [Innkeeper] didnt hear her. Erin looked around her inn and strode over to the group of Humans at the far wall. The yers of Celum turned to greet her. They were all dressed up, some wearing face paint or other cosmetics, others dressed as [Guards], the nobility, wearing swords at their hilts or practicing fencing with dulled des. Two, a Drake and a young boy, turned as Erin approached and eximed.

 Erin!

 Jasi! Grev!

 Erin hugged first the young Drake woman and then the boy. Jasi and Grev had both changed as well. Gone was the young timid Drake that Erin had met in Liscor. Jasi had been bit by the acting bug and if she wasnt as mboyant as Wesle, she had an inner poise of her own. She dominated space despite her small frame.

 Grev looked better too. His thin frame had filled out and he was wearing good, new clothes. He was also helping set up props at the far wall.

 Erin, its been so long! Im so d to see you again! When Wesle ran in and told us you want us to perform here, I was overjoyed!

 Jasi gushed as she held up her arms to let one of the other actors attach shimmering crystal bracelets around her. They were magical and radiated a chill, but Jasi seemed used to the cold. Erin smiled at her.

 Thanks for doing this, really.

 We should be thanking you! This is the least we can do. And well be happy to perform here as many nights as you want! Its so obvious I cant believe I didnt think of ithere we are trying to find the best ce to perform and you have your own inn! After we left Miss Agnes inn on bad terms we kept bouncing from ce to ce without remembering you!

 Jasi gestured around The Wandering Inn, her bracelets catching the light and glittering. Erinughed.

 I didnt either! But isnt this a good idea?

 The best.

 Wesle strode up to them, dressed in a woodcutters outfit. He looked entirely like a rustic outdoorsman, sinking in to his role with ease. He gestured around Erins inn, at the tables shed pushed to one side to give the actors room.

 This is a big inn as well. We need all the space we can getI wager well fill this inn every night after this first one. My word on it!

 Erin nodded, hoping that would be the case. She looked at the other actors as they bustled about. This was her big n. Her inn was starved for coin andpany, so why not bring the most sessful and popr show in Celum here? She hadnt known if Wesle and the others would agree despite his promises, but they had shown up enthusiastic and early. Now the stage manager, a heavy, short woman, bustled up.

 Miss Solstice? Wed like to attach some [Light] spells to the rafters. Theyll fade away soon, but for the snow its all about lighting you see.

 Oh, go ahead! Just watch out when you cast the spellsmy inns charged with mana so things will get really bright! Other spells toothey get bigger, apparently.

 Really? Thatswonderful!

 The woman brightened. She turned and shouted at a [Mage] and two [Actors] fussing in one corner of the room. As she hurried to them waving her arms and exining, Wesle leaned over.

 Thats Emme, our stage manager. She loves the stage though theres fewer parts for someone of her height. Shes often the lower half of an animal or a moving propshe likes this y because she can have a leading role. Shes got a bit of Dwarf blood in her.

 Oh.

 Erin watched Emme gesturing at the ceiling and saw a bright ball of light appear. It shone, illuminating the entire stage and the [Actors] cried out in surprise. Grev shook his head as he popped up next to her.

 Magic inn, good food, and you know more ys. If Wesle wasnt in makeup hed kiss you, Miss Erin.

 Wesle turned red and Erinughed as the man raised a mock-threatening fist and Grev skipped around Jasi. He turned back to Erin.

 Well bring you coin, have no fear, Erin! But thats only half of your n, isnt it?

 Thats right.

 Erin smiled slyly and looked back to where Headscratcher was standing awkwardly with Lyte. Business and coin for her inn was one thing, but the real masterstroke of Erins n was actually in the Redfang Warriors, or rather, the fact that they were standing in her inn with Humans about.

 The yers of Celum walked warily around the five Hobs, but were too consumed by their tasks to stare. Much. They looked nervous, but Wesle, Erin, and Jasi had reassured them again and again that the Hobgoblins were no threat. But perhaps it was the special addition Erin had given each of the Hobgoblins that helped.

 Each Hob was wearing an armband, nothing more than a white bit of cloth tied around their arm. It was nothing special, save for the single word emzoned on each one. Security had been written on each amband in big ck letters. The Redfang Goblins poked at their armbands and stood around trying to look menacing, which wasnt very hard given their natural aptitude in the field.

 Goblin bouncers. Or rather, Goblin guards for an inn. Break my legs, I never thought Id see the like.

 Wesle shook his head as he saw Badarrow standing next to the door. The Hob looked grumpy, but also interested as he followed the Humans around with his eyes. He was clearly trying not to show it. Erin smiled.

 I offered them the job and you know what? They took it! I think theyre bored and I need more protection. And this way no one can say the Goblins are a threat because theyll deal with any threats!

 It was the perfect n. Erin had hit on it when Venim had suggested paying the Halfseekers to guard her inn. The Redfang Warriors would be out in the open, allowed to walk around as proud employees of her inn! And if people didnt like it they could sit on five pins, because Erin was doing this. She turned back to Wesle.

 Are you sure you want to perform every night over here?

 He nodded.

 Absolutely. We had an ongoing contract with the inns in Celum to perform in each one night to night, but having a permanent ce to perform is just as good. Better. We can store some of our props in the basement and this way half of our members wont walk to the wrong inn on the other side of the city!

 Not to mention, you have [Advanced Cooking]. Your inn serves better food than most of the ones in Celum and we do like good food after we perform.

 Jasi interjected. Grev was nodding as well.

 You have a big enough inn for us to perform in, and no ones gonna interrupt the stage with them scary Goblins hanging out.

 He pointed to the Hobgoblins, clearly more at ease with them than the adults. Grev turned as a small white shape moved in the corner of his eye. He saw Mrsha staring at him until the Gnoll fled upstairs.

 And even if people donte right away, I have an audience for you. That way youll earn money, guaranteed.

 Erin was speaking to Wesle and Jasi. Shed actually made tonights show private, despite the news going up around Celum and Liscor at the moment. Despite this, the inn was packed. Erin pointed to the quiet audience of ck and brown bodies. The Painted Soldiers and Workers sat quietly around their tables, eating from bowls and eying the popcorn in the middle of the tables. The Antinium had readily agreed to send enough guests to fill Erins inn. All the pieces had lined up as Erin had gone about her day.

 Her only fear had been the yers of Celum balking from either the Hobs or the Antinium. It had seemed like they might at first, but Wesle had reassured them. However, they were eying the mass of silent watchers nervously. An older man or rather, an [Actor] dressed up as an older man wearing a [Lord]s costume sidled up to Wesle and Jasi.

 Were nearly ready to go, Wesle. But are you sure?

 His eyes flicked to the Antinium silently. Wesle didnt nce at Erin. He put his arm around the other [Actor] and gestured dismissively at the Antinium watching them. Erin resolved to buy some curtains tomorrow as soon as she could. For now they were using bed sheets for the scene changes.

 Rx, Esbell. Theyre an audience, same as any other! They might not p or gasp, but Erin tells me thats normal. We do our showour best performance! If you dont have the guts to stand on stage in front of the Antinium, what will you do when you have a crowd of folk booing you and demanding their coin back?

 Exactly. Well give them a show, and well all level. Theres nothing like a new audience for that. Cheer up Esbell, you might get that [Loud Voice] Skill you wanted tonight!

 Jasi stepped forwards, her dress radiant. The [Actor] nodded and squared his shoulders. Erin saw the yers of Celum congregating around the backstage theyd set up, and then the bright [Light] spell dimmed overhead.

 The y was beginning. Erin rubbed her hands, looking at the Antinium, the [Actors], at Lyte and Ishkr serving tables, at Mrsha, stealing popcorn from a bowl, at the Redfang Warriors keeping an eye out but watching with interest, and at Octavia, sitting at a table at the front of the room and looking very confused.

 It was all so wonderful Erin wanted to cry. This was it! This was it. She muttered to herself as she watched Wesle stride out on stage.

 You can stay away from the inn if you want, but if you want to see an amazing y every night youd better get over yourselves ande here! And I have the best security! Hobgoblins! You make trouble and theyll toss you out, even if youre a Silver-rank team! I uh, think Ill let Gold-rank teams cause trouble.

 She saw Wesle raise his hands and went silent. The man looked around the room, pausing a second for dramatic effect. Then he spoke.

 Ladies and Gentlemen! Antinium! Gnolls and Drakes, please, allow me to introduce the performance for tonight. We are the yers of Celum, here to bring you all a performance of the tale of Frozen. What follows is a tale of family and loss, magic and secrets, love and betrayal. We ask that you remain seated and do not speak during the performance. All that passes on this stage is an actplease do not attempt to interfere with the y. At this time, please put away any wands or magical artifacts that may interrupt the viewing experience for other watchers

 Wesle stood on stage, his voice ringing, the lights shining on him,rger than life. Erin smiled as she saw Emme the part-Dwarf woman waddling around in what was meant to be an f costume. Only in this world, the peoples idea of a Snow Golem was a lot less friendly looking!

 It would be a great y. And the first of many. Erin turned her head and saw Bird peeking down the stairs.

 Bird, you dont want to watch?

 I will watch. But I like high ces so I will sit here, Miss Erin.

 Bird perched on a higher step as the curtains drew back and a young girl appeared on stage. Not all of the yers of Celum were old, and the children took to acting with as much, if not more passion than the adults. Erin took a seat next to Bird.

 Youre not mad at me for hiring more guards?

 Should I be? They are guards. That is important. They can guard the ground. I will guard us against birds and other threats from above.

 Bird replied calmly. Erin smiled at him. Jealousy didnt seem to be an Antinium trait. She looked around, got up, and came back with a bowl of popcorn. She offered it to Bird.

 Popcorn?

 Ah, bird bait. Yes, I will have some.

 The Antinium took a handful and crunched it down. Erinughed as the y began and a model of a ship appeared on a blue background meant to be the sea. She wondered if Jasis magical bracelets actually shot snow or would just do magic tricks. And she wondered if her inns magical supply would make the effects more spectacr. Bird looked appreciatively at the y.

 I quite enjoy this. Is it over now that everyone has died at sea?

 Erin grinned.

 Oh, Bird. Youre so sweet. No, you havent seen anything yet. This is just the opening act. Theres more toe, I promise you. Lots more.

 Bird paused. He turned and looked at Erin. Then he smiled.

 Good.

 -

 She did what?

 There wasnt any surprise left in Zevaras voice. She stared at the report Olesm had given her on Celum and then the more formal report from Klbkch. Olesm couldnt help but smile as he showed Zevara the written details.

 Shes apparently hired the Hobgoblins as guards for her inn. Andget this, shes invited a group of [Actors] from Celum to perform in her inn. Apparently they put on these wonderful, uh

 ys. And shes gotten the Antinium to watch them, andoh yes, told everyone about it. Loudly.

 That was in the Olesms report. Celums Runners Guild had spread the word to Liscor and other local cities as well as told Runners to pass on thistest news: the yers of Celum would now perform exclusively at The Wandering Inn where they would be guarded by Hobgoblins and an Antinium no less. The inn was open to all species and prohibited violence against all guests. Admission was free but there was already talk of obtaining tickets to prevent overcrowding the limited spaceZevara paged through the report and shook her head.

 Shes insane, Olesm. Completely insane.

 Well if she is, its a good kind of insane. If Erin gets support from Celum and Liscor, then even Pass will have to acknowledge those Hobs arent a threat.

 The Drake pointed that out. Zevara shook her head.

 If only I believed that. But thats not the only thing shes done.

 Oh?

 Olesm looked surprised. He hadnt heard about the second point of news, which had been imparted to Zevara just minutes ago. She stared glumly at a second report. It was short, barely half a page, but it had a lot of underlined words.

 Youll never guess what she did in the Adventurers Guild.

 What?

 -

 There were some things Selys would do for friends, and then, there were things shed only do for Erin, and only because shed been talked into it. She stood on the second floor of the Adventurers Guild, holding a piece of parchment between her trembling ws. She whispered a few words before she knocked on the door.

 Oh, Ancestors.

 Selys? Come in.

 Selys walked into the office of the Guildmaster of the Adventurers Guild. Or rather, Guildmistress. Tekshia Shivertail, Selys grandmother, looked up from her desk. She and Selys were the only two people left in the guild at this hour.

 Hi Grandma, I just wanted to give this to you before I went home.

 The young Drake [Receptionist] nervously approached the desk. Tekshia sighed.

 Cant it wait until tomorrow?

 Well, I just got done writing it up sohere. Ill see you tomorrow, grandma! Love you!

 The Drake put the piece of parchment on the desk. Tekshia frowned up at her, sensing Selys odd behavior.

 Whats this about, you scamp?

 Selys grinned and ran for it. Tekshia Shivertail stared at the application on her desk. It was a simple one, a standard request to form an authorized Bronze-rank team. The only curious thing was the name of the group and the five members applying for it.

 The Redfang Goblins. Members are Headscratcher, Badarrow, Rabbiteater, Numbtongue and Shorthilt. Exact levels unknown. sses unknown. Four [Warriors] and an [Archer]. Species: Hobgoblin.

 The old Drake stared at the form. She stared at the doorway and listened to the sound of Selys running feet. Then she took a deep breath.

 Selys!

 -

 And then it was night. The [Actors] left in good spirits. The Antinium, who had given them a standing ovation for five minutes straight had gone, happily, if somewhat bloated on the popcorn they couldnt quite digest. Erin understood it was a special snack given the Hives recentck of conflict.

 Lyte was asleep. Mrsha was already passed out. Bird was upstairsprobably not asleep but happily sitting in the rain. The Redfang Goblins were in their rooms, pondering their new state of existence.

 And Erin was happy. She knew she had caused a lot of trouble, not least for Zevara, but she felt it was worth it. Her inn had been filled tonight, and the Goblins were walking about in the open. It was a first step. An important step. It was what she could do so shey in her mess of nkets and pillows in the corner of the kitchen and smiled to herself.

 I dont need you to protect me, Zevara. The Goblins will do that.

 Her eyes closed. Erin listened to the drumming of the rain overhead. It was still raining, pouring, rather. She wondered if the Floodins would fill up tomorrow or the day after. Or maybe?

 Her breathing slowed. Erins mind drifted off. She felt darkness, warm and soothing engulf her

 [Magical Innkeeper Level 34!]

 [Skill Inn: Grand Theatre obtained!]

 Gah!

 Erin shot out of bed. She banged her head on the kitchen counter, stumbled out of the kitchen, swearing loudly and stopped. Themon room of her inn was in front of her, empty, deserted as it should be. But it was not as it had been.

 Themon room. It had beenrge before, capable of holding a crowd. Now it stretched out in front of Erin, impossiblyrge for the dimensions of the inn. It was twiceno, perhaps three times asrge as it had been? Erin couldnt tell in the darkness. But it was vast, and at one end she could see the stage that the yers of Celum had set up. Erin stared around themon room, at the theatre hall ready for crowds. She blinked, raised her hands into the air and screamed.

 Whoo! Alright!

 She danced about, shouting, until she heard a thump from overhead. Jqua shouted through the floorboards.

 Hey, were trying to sleep!

 It was the first time Erin had ever heard the Selphid in a bad mood. Eriny down in the middle of hermon room, feeling small in the vast chamber. She grinned at the ceiling and listened to the rain fall for a while before she fell asleep.

 -

 Drip.

 There was onest thing. The rain fell across Liscor in unending droves, but it did not patter down in all ces. In some locations there was simply no space for the rain to fall, and so it trickled down as water from above,nding on an invisible barrier overhead.

 Drip.

 The sound was loud. The water fell, sshing down and filling the underground chambers with sound. It was not nearly as loud as the screams or shrieks or sounds orbat that sometimes filled this ce, but it had its own insistent, persistent ability to get in the head.

 Drip, drip.

 It was just noise, and it should have bothered very few people in this hour when almost all were asleep. And yet, it did bother one person. One being sat up, unable to ignore the sound. He could not sleep. And as the sound repeated itself, two purple mes brightened with annoyance in the empty chambers of his skull.

 Drip.

 Toren the skeleton looked up as he sat below the chasm leading up and out of Liscors dungeon. He stared at the invisible barrier keeping the water from crashing down over his head and gnashed his jaw furiously. He was getting really tired of hearing that sound. Yet the rain continued to fall and the skeleton moved.

 Drip, drip, drip.

 He reached down and picked up a mask lying next to him, regarded it once. Toren hesitated and then put it over his face. As she lowered her hand, Toren turned and drew her sword. The water dripped but didnt bother her any longer. She grinned behind her mask.

 It was her turn now.

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