Book 5: Chapter 24: L


    She dreamed of thrones, of bickering voices and tall, frail men and women perched like harpies on towering seats built of tarnished, stained gold. Lyte saw a court full of people whose faces were masks and whose smiles were as sweet as poison, mingling around the thrones. She walked among them and found herself standing in a town where everyone bowed and never met her eye.


    And in her dream, Lyte thought it all made sense. She saw the masked nobles look at her and curtseyed before the watchers on their squalid thrones. She stepped among the nobility, putting a mask on her face and smiling artificially alongside the rest. She smiled as she saw a golden throne fall, and cheered with the others as another one was built from blocks of the old one. She saw nobles fade as they sprouted daggers from their chests, spat froth and blood from poisoned lips, took terrible wounds by sword or w or just grew old and passed.


    The others mingled and talked and there was something there almost like affection as they slid daggers under their skirts and clothing, waiting for the best moment. Sheughed at themon folk and nodded at the few who managed to look up, allowing them to stumble into the room full of watching, predatory masked faces. The monarchs watched, waiting, old and ancient and their thrones grew taller. Lyte dreamed of all this. It was no nightmare. For a while she was happy. Then someone stuck a wet nose in her ear and she woke up.


    -


    It wasnt, Lyte thought, a mystical prophecy of any kind. It was just a dream. It might have been caused by stress. But it hadnt been a <em>bad</em> dream. It hadnt.


    I used to like it, Mrsha.


    The Gnoll looked up as she ate her breakfast of porridge. She had some of the food caught on the fur around her face. She licked it up with her tongue and looked at Lyte questioningly.


    Being a [Princess]. It wasnt a bad life.


    Mrsha nodded agreeably. That made sense. She went back to her porridge. Lyte sighed.


    But I was frustrated. I never leveled. I never did anything and I felt like I was a failure. I wassad.


    She looked down at her bowl until she felt a wet nose on her hand. Mrsha looked up at her with expectant eyes. Lyte smiled and spooned some porridge into her mouth.


    Im not sad now. It was just a dream.


    Mrsha nodded and pointed at her empty bowl. Lyte eyed it; it had been licked clean. She thought about scolding Mrsha, but then she recalled that licking your te was perfectly eptable, indeed, expected in Gnoll society. So she nodded and smiled.


    Take your bowl into the kitchen and you can y. But <em>remember</em>


    She held up a warning finger as Mrsha grabbed her bowl. The Gnoll paused and looked back. Lyte made sure Mrsha met her eyes.


    You cant leave the inn without telling me or Erin. Remember?


    Mrsha sighed and her ears drooped slightly. But she nodded and scampered into the kitchen. Lyte heard Erins voice for a second before Mrsha scampered out. The Gnoll raced upstairs and Lyte guessed she was heading straight to her room. She had a ball up there.


    Sure enough, no sooner had Lyte heard the scuffling-scratching sound of Mrsha racing upstairs than she heard energetic <em>thumping</em>ing down the stairs. Mrsha raced down with a soft ball made of corded leather in her mouth. She ran into the center of themon room and looked around.


    Normally, there wouldnt be much space for an energetic child of any species to y in a normal inn. Especially one with guests. But happily, Erins inn now featured her [Grand Theatre] Skill at almost all times. The giant room felt slightly unnerving to Lyte and she often kept her back turned to the extra space. But Mrsha loved it. The dim room was plenty of space for her to toss her ball and race after it, diving beneath chairs and leaping over the tops of tables.


    Careful!


    Lyte couldnt help calling out another warning as she watched Mrsha leap <em>over</em> a chair as she chased after her prized ball. Mrsha was going fast! But she didnt tell the Gnoll cub to stop either. Mrsha needed to y. And given the current circumstances, letting her y anywhere but themon room of the inn would be dangerous.


    The young [Princess] nced towards the windows. Half of them were still boarded up, but two had been renovated by the industrious Antinium Workers. She saw through a ss pane dark skies and pouring rain. Again. It felt like it had been a month already, but barely a week had passed and the spring rains were still drowning Liscor. The waters had now engulfed the Floodins and only a few of the tallest hills and the city itself stood above the waterline.


    It was wet. Unpleasant to be out and about in. Not that Mrsha would care, but the waters presented dangers of their own. Quillfish, octopus-fish with teeth, Rock Crabs creeping along underwater, to name but a few of the dangers. Of course, most of the fish that had entered the waters were by andrge harmless, but Lyte wasnt about to risk Mrsha at all. Shed had enough close encounters, thank you. So the Gnoll had been confined to the inn unless Lyte went into the city. Normally that would be fine, but the rain meant that Liscor was less than engaging for a small child.


    Rain. Rain and more rain, pouring down at every second. It was enough to dampen the brightest spirits. Or at least, make one think twice about venturing outside unless you had business. Lyte sighed as she watched Mrsha ying. Then she turned her head.


    Stay out of my drink, Apista.


    The Ashfire Bee creeping up the side of her mug fanned its wings. Undeterred by the gigantic bee, Lyte plucked her off and tossed her into the air. Apista fanned her wings and flew around Lyte; the [Barmaid] could feel the bees annoyance. But not much; it was a mild thing, like the faintest of itches and Lyte had learned enough to know that meant Apista was only vaguely upset. And she wasnt about to let the bee drink her milk.


    Lyte sipped from her mug, savoring the warm, rich goats milk. It had a different vor than cows milk but it wasnt bad. Actually, it might have been a bit sweeter. Lyte had known worse goat milk before, but Erin got hers fresh from one of Liscors few viges and it stayed fresh thanks to her Skills.


    Something to savor. Lyte closed her eyes and sipped again. Without looking she batted Apista away from her mostly empty bowl of porridge. The Ashfire Bee <em>buzzed</em> again, but Lyte was unmoved.


    I just fed you breakfast! You ate your honeyshoo!


    Disgruntled, the Ashfire Bee flew backwards and Lyte knew she was going to her favorite spotthe baskets of faerie flowers that were blooming despite the horrible weather right by Erins windows. Lyte knew the bee loved sipping the nectar from the flowers.


    Strange that it doesnt do anything to <em>you. </em>Everyone else gets dizzy and I knock out bees when I burn the flowers. So why can you drink the nectar and be fine?


    Apista didnt reply. Lyte sipped from her mug as Mrsha raced around the tables, throwing her ball off the walls, jumping onto the stage and racing around the props the yers of Celum had left, panting happily. Enticing smells drifted from the kitchen as Lyte heard Erin banging around, opening cupboards, swearing as she dropped something, and humming.


    This was her morning. It was peaceful, enjoyable in its own way. Lyte savored it until she heard dull footsteps from above. She looked up. The inns other residents were waking up. The Halfseekers, the Horns of Hammeradthe Goblins would probablye down now. Lyte was sure they were already awake. Shed spotted them beating each other in training before dawn through her window. She sighed and reached for her spoon. Time to finish eating. Her day was going to be busy. As always.


    -


    Breakfast this morning was porridge, but Lyte served fried eggs, baconeven a steak to her guests, which were all three Gold-rank teams and the Horns of Hammerad. And the Goblins. While it was true that Erin made a specific breakfast for each morning, and that shed made porridge as a healthier and lighter breakfast for Mrsha and Lyte, her guests were guests and could order anything they pleased. And they did. Lyte put the steak down in front of Ceria and the half-Elf licked her lips. As she began cutting into the bloody meat, Jqua raised her head and spoke around a mouth full of egg.


    Alright, I talked to Hawk yesterday.


    And?


    The other adventurers instantly looked at her, as did the Redfang Warriors who were demolishing a pot of porridge by themselves. Jqua nced at them and then looked at the others. She shook her head.


    No go. He told me t out that hes not running anywhere near the Goblin Lords army. Andyeah. I couldnt talk him around it. Plus, hes not keen to wait around while an [Enchanter] appraises the artifacts so Im afraid its City Runners or nothing.


    Lyte heard a groan as she went around with a pitcher of cool goats milk. Thest they had in stock, actually. She made a note to ask Krshia about getting more. It was hard to get supplies from the vigesthey had to be transported by boat. Maybe she could see about food from Celum? She listened with half an ear as she refilled wes cup, nodding and smiling as he thanked her quietly.


    So what? Wed have to rely on City Runners? Thatll take a week to get thereand Im not sure I trust them with magical artifacts.


    Ceria groaned as she sat back in her chair. Halrac grunted. Everyone looked at him. The [Scout] folded his arms.


    Dont trust them. Not for Gold-rank artifacts.


    I agree. Its too risky. Some City Runners are good, but this would be a multi-part delivery. You couldnt request one to take it specifically. And having one appraise the items at an [Enchanter]Im sure most would be tempted to sell that information or run off with an artifact worth thousands of gold pieces.


    wes sighed as he speared a poached egg with a fork. He looked around and all of the older adventurers nodded. Erin looked around, confused. She wasnt waiting tables but sitting with the adventurers as they discussed the issue of the artifacts.


    The artifacts the Redfang Goblins had recovered. Lyte nced at the five Goblins. They were sitting apart from the conversation, but they were listening intently. The adventurers nced at them now and then before looking away. It was a strange situation. The artifacts were the Goblins and Lyte knew they were hidden somewhere by the five Redfang Warriors. However, the adventurers had insisted the artifacts be identified. The Goblins hadnt protestedthey hadnt said anything, true to formand so the debate for thest day had been on how to get the artifacts appraised in a timely manner.


    Hold on, why arent City Runners a good idea? Theyre not trustworthy?


    Some are, some arent. I dont know any in the area Id trust with that much gold. And like wes said, its different if multiple Runners are carrying an item. Times like these would be when you request a Runner you know is trustworthyand can defend themselves. If we were up north wed have a list of contacts. But around here, Hawk is the only good Runner Id trust.


    Jqua sighed. Erin nodded as she thought that over.


    I get it. Its like getting the best mailman. And Ryokas


    She trailed off. Lyte looked at her and saw the Horns of Hammerad exchange nces. After a moment, Ceria cleared her throat.


    I know a Runner. Fals. Hes good, and I think hed be trustworthy. But the distance to Invrisilno. Is there another [Enchanter] nearby we could use? Someone near Celum, perhaps?


    Someone who can identify dungeon artifacts? I dont think so. Thats not something you want to leave to a low-level [Mage]. Anyone know another name?


    Jqua looked around and got headshakes from the other adventurers. The Selphid grimaced and twitched her tail. It was still unsettling to see her in her new Drake body, but shed adapted Drake mannerisms already. She scratched at the scales of her neck with one w.


    Pass is an option.


    I dont know any [Enchanters] there. And I dont know the city. Its not as straightforward there. We might run into obstacles.


    wes frowned, looking mildly concerned. Seborn nodded.


    <strong>A Drake city wont necessarily recognize Gold-rank adventurers from the north. Especially not a Human team. However, the Halfseekers have worked in the south in the past.</strong>


    Revi nodded as she tapped her lips.


    That works. I wouldnt put it past a Drake [Enchanter] to avoid working with stinking Humans, but your group used to have Drakes in it, didnt you? Think we could trade on your reputation?


    All eyes turned to the three Halfseekers. Jqua looked up at Moore. The half-Giant had a huge bowl of porridge and spiced apple. He put down his spoon thoughtfully and wiped his mouth.


    We could always ask. Its not as if it matters if the [Enchanter] talks about what the artifacts do, does it?


    But


    Moore cut Revi off.


    Not if the artifacts are going to their rightful owners.


    He looked pointedly at the Redfang Goblins. The adventurers turned as one. The five Goblins returned the gazes, watchful. There was a pause and someone coughed. Atst, wes nodded.


    They retrieved the artifacts. If there is room for negotiationit should be after the appraisal. Lets assume well go to Pass. What about the cost for the appraisal?


    The Gold-rank teams could all pay a portion of the cost. The question is, how would that be repaid? In the form of one of the three artifacts? To which group? And ahif not that, how else?


    Typhenous murmured as he inspected his forks tines. He nced up and Lyte saw the Goblins shift. Erin frowned.


    I can pay! Ill just take it out of their wages.


    Everyone looked at her. Ceria sighed.


    Erin, I dont think you understand how much a good [Enchanter] chargesespecially for a rush job.


    How much?


    Lets see. Eighty gold coins for an appraisal?


    <em>Eighty</em>


    Erin choked as she took a sip from her mug. Lyte saw the Goblins turn to each other and jabber worriedly. Revi smiled wickedly.


    Eighty? Maybe for a normal artifact. But dungeon artifacts? Try ten times that. More, if the [Enchanter] thinks they might get hit by a curse spell. You could pay as much as two thousand gold coins per artifact.


    Two thwhos got that kind of money lying around?


    The Halfseekers exchanged nces and shrugged, but Typhenous smiled as he stroked his beard and Revi smirked. Dawil, Falene, and wes all raised a hand.


    Our groups could pay the cost. As could Griffon Hunt. The question iswould we receive an artifact in exchange?


    Thats hardly a fair exchange, especially if ones worth more.


    Yvlon frowned as she pointed that out. By her side, Ksmvr and Pisces nodded, being more engrossed in listening than anything else. wes frowned at his sister.


    We could repay the cost. But we want to be clear about what we might get in exchange. What do theGoblins think of this?


    All eyes turned to the Redfang Warriors. They exchanged looks. Lyte went around the tables, waiting for a response. After a long while in which four of the Goblins began kicking the fifth, Numbtongue finally replied.


    Dont need artifact appraisal.


    <em>What?</em>


    All the adventures looked incredulous. Numbtongue shrugged and refused to say anything else. Revi leaned over her table, chewing her bacon furiously.


    See here, I dont care if you lot die in a dungeon, but Im not having you walk around with artifacts that might do<em> anything!</em> The curse might not affect only youI once saw a cursed artifact <em>melt</em> everything in a fifty foot radius!


    Its their choice, Revi. If they dont want to


    Ohe on! Theyre Goblins! Were adventurers! We saved them! Dont we get a say?


    We saved them at Miss Erins request. In point of fact, the artifacts were already recovered.


    Shut it, Typhenous!


    The argument went on as Lyte went into the kitchen for cows milk instead. She could have served a weak ale for the morning, but milk was generally received well. The adventurers were arguing amongst themselves and the Goblinsplicating matters with their silence when she returned. Lyte listened to the argument, feelinglost.


    She just felt a little left out, that was all. Seeing the adventurers anxiously trying to confer with each other and Erin while the Goblins listened reminded Lyte that all of this was Erins doing. Shed set everything in motion so a group of five Hobgoblins, <em>Hobgoblins</em>, could enter a dungeon ande back with treasure.


    True, Lyte had been the one to get the Halfseekers to enter her inn. And Griffon Hunt. But it had been Erins inn and the [Innkeeper] was the one whod charmed them, made them allies and friends rather than guests. That was her talent, the thing that separated her from Lyte. Shed made this world, where adventurers would negotiate with Goblins rather than just attack them and where Gold-rank adventurers were regrs at her inn. In fact, it was a testament to the way Lyte had gotten used to it all that she barely blinked an eye when the Halfseekers announced they couldnt keep debating the issue any longer.


    Weve got to test the Heartme Breastte that Selys is leasing us. Well head to the dungeon if we can, Halrac. But were going to see exactly what the armor can do!


    Jqua grinned, looking like a child stuck in a dead Drakes body. She rubbed her ws together.


    Its going to be <em>amazing.</em>


    The other Gold-rank adventurers looked enviously at Jqua. If the Goblins artifacts were the news of the day, the revtion of Selys lending the Halfseekers the Heartme Breastte was the talk of the year. Last night Jqua had been so happy shed bought drinks for the entire innthrice! Typhenous leaned forwards, his eyes shining as Jqua grinned wildly.


    Can we watch?


    Sorry. Selys says part of the armors secrets cant be shared. You can watch Moore chuck spells at the armor if you want, though. Or join in yourself.


    We might have to. Halrac, Revi, I know the dungeon awaits, but <em>this</em>


    The older [Mage] looked at hispanions. Halrac nodded after a moments thought.


    Fine.


    Wed like to watch as well. Obviously finding a way into the dungeon matters. I dont trust entering and exiting via the rift, so the dungeon entrance must be cleared. But for todayId love to see what an artifact like that could do.


    wes looked at his team and they nodded in agreement. Dawil sat up as he finished stuffing another sausage into his mouth.


    Always worth seeing what a good artifact does! And it beats arguing about artifacts that we didnt get anyways. Let the Goblins have their artifacts if they want.


    Unless we can appraise them ourselves. Thats onest option. Anyone fancy looking at the enchantments and seeing what they might do? Falene, could you look at the enchantments?


    wes paused and looked at hispanion. Falene raised her head and gave him a severe nce.


    I am a [Battlemage], not an [Enchanter].


    I know. I just thought


    The [Knight] broke off as the half-Elf woman raised one delicate hand.


    <em>However</em>, as the sole [Mage] present who has been fully trained by Wistram, I will inspect the artifacts and make a preliminary assessment. Free of change. If we are all in agreement?


    She nced at the Goblins and then away. The other adventurers nodded, more interested in the armor now, but it was Pisces who sat up. The [Necromancer] sniffed loudly, drawing attention to him.


    Miss Skystrall, it seems you are implying that your understanding of enchantments is superior to anyone else in this room.


    Falene smiled archly at him.


    Oh? I didnt think I was implying so much as stating a fact. You disagree?


    Pisces flushed.


    Immensely, as a matter of fact. I believe my understanding of enchantments would provide just as much illumination.


    Then both of you check out the artifacts. Typhenous too, if he wants. Look, if were not hiring an [Enchanter], stare as much as you want. Just dont <em>touch</em> it.


    Exasperated, Jqua got up. She looked around.


    This has been fun. But Im getting new armor and as for this Goblin thinglook, Erin. You want to let them go into the dungeon, fine. Theyre adventurers now. I dont know why. And they have magical artifacts. <em>Unappraised </em>magical artifacts. Thats fine too, I guess. Just make sure they understand what the risks are.


    She looked at the Redfang Goblins, nodded to Seborn and Moore, and then the Halfseekers went to the door. Jqua opened it, stared through, and closed it.


    Hey, how do you open this thing to Liscor?


    Ive got it.


    Erin hurried over to the door and Lyte saw the other adventurers rise. They followed the Halfseekers, all but the Horns of Hammerad.


    Youre not going to watch?


    Wed love to. But I think well get a chanceter. And we have something Ksmvrs insisted on doing.


    Ceria looked at Erin as Ksmvr rose. The Antinium was shaking, but he nodded to his team as the Gold-rank adventurers walked through the doorway into the rainy streets of Liscor. Ksmvr looked at Yvlon and Ceria. Yvlon looked worried.


    Ksmvr, are you sure this is what you want?


    I insist. If I die, know it was in the service of my team.


    Die?


    Erin looked confused. Lyte stared at Ksmvr, a stack of dirty tes in her hand. She wondered what Ksmvr was talking about. She found out as she was washing dishes in the kitchen. It was hard to ignore the screaming.


    -


    <em>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</em>


    Lyte nearly dropped the te she was washing the first time she heard Ksmvr screaming. It wasing from outside. She ran out of the kitchen and saw Mrsha staring out a window. Lyte ran to the door and stared outside. The wet, rainyndscape and churning waters surrounded the inn. She heard the screaming cut off suddenly and looked around.


    Where had ite from? She stared down to the waters edge, where three shapes were standing as the rain pelted them. She saw them <em>heave</em>, and then she heard Ksmvr screaming again.


    <em>Aaaaaaaa</em>put me back, put me back!


    He was iling with his three good arms at the waters edge. Lyte saw Yvlon and Pisces look at each other, and then the two adventures slowly lowered Ksmvrs head into the water. Instantly the Antinium began iling. After a few second they pulled him out.


    <em>Aaaargh! Aaaah! Water! Water everywhere!</em>


    He screamed as water ran out of his mandibles. Lyte saw Ceria shouting at him as she held his legs.


    Dead gods, Ksmvr! Just stop!


    No! Put me back! I must conquer my fear!


    The other three Horns of Hammerad exchanged nces. Pisces shrugged and Yvlon nodded. They slowly lowered Ksmvrs head towards the water. He began screaming before they even submerged him. His wild thrashing nearly made the three let gothey hauled him out.


    Put me back!


    Youre struggling too hard! Ksmvr, this isnt working! You panic if your head goes into the water, Ring of Water Breathing or not! We cant hold you steady.


    I see. Then drop me in!


    What? You cant <em>swim</em>!


    The Antinium jerked as water sprayed off his carapace.


    I must learn to enter the water. I disgraced myself by not joining the other adventurers in fighting underwater. I abandoned my duties!


    You gave the ring to Erin. She used it!


    I should have used it myself! I must learn to tolerate the water! Put me in!


    Okay, but if you start screaming and thrashing, well stop.


    I will not scream. I may excrete all my bodily waste, however. Is that eptable?


    <em>No.</em>


    The Antinium was arguing with hispanions as he continued his water tolerance training. Lyte watched, trying not tough. She did feel some admiration for Ksmvr, she really did. But the sight of the Antinium screaming and panicking just looking at the water was funny. She understood why he was afraid, though. That put something of a dampener on her humor and Lyte decided to get out of the rainuntil she saw the white shape sneaking down towards the Horns of Hammerad. Mrsha stealthily snuck up behind Ksmvr as he was arguing with Yvlon and put her paws into the water. She sshed the Antinium from behind and Ksmvr screamed.


    The water is attacking!


    He tore himself loose and ran up the hill as Mrsha chased him, spraying him with water she was holding in her mouth. Lyteughed and then shouted.


    Mrsha, stop that! Stop tormenting Ksmvr!


    Mrsha ignored Lyte as Ksmvr slipped and rolled down the hill, screaming for the others to catch him. She was trying to push him closer to the water as Ksmvr iled. Lyte decided this had turned from a prank into cruelty. She snapped.


    Mrsha!


    The Gnoll cub whined and looked up at Lyte. The young woman felt bad, but she pointed and Mrsha reluctantly abandoned the screaming Ksmvr. She padded up the hill, tail and ears lowered.


    You know you cant go outside without asking! What did I say this morning?


    Mrsha made a grumbling sound in her throat. Lyte understood, she really did. But she had to be firm.


    Inside, young Miss. You need a bath now. Let Ksmvr be.


    Ignoring Mrshas protests, Lyte forced her back inside. She could still hear Ksmvr arguing with Yvlon.


    I will conquer my fear! What if you froze my arms and legs so I could not move? Then put my head underwater?


    Lyte shook her head. Mrsha was stillining, and now she was sulking. By the time Lyte made her take a bath, the Gnoll cub was throwing a tantrum and howling. Something had to be done. And as the morning became midday and the rain poured on, Lyte knew it was time.


    -


    A break?


    Erin paused in talking with the [Actor] in front of her long enough to frown at Lyte. The [Barmaid] nodded and held her breath. Behind Erin she could see a score of [Actors] and helpers setting up the stage for todays ys. The yers of Celum were putting on multiple performances today and the inn was already bustling, despite the ys not being scheduled for another two hours. However, that hadnt stopped curious Gnolls, Drakes, and Humans from entering the inn from both Celum and Liscor.


    Word about the new y, <em>The Triumph of Liscor</em> as it was tentatively being called, was already spreading to Liscor and Celum. That,bined with the poprity of the ys in general meant that Erins giant theatre actually felt somewhat full already. Erin had been rushing about, coordinating details with the yers of Celum in between cooking, but Lyte had managed to get her attention atst.


    I think Mrshas really unhappy at being cooped up. Normally Id ask Krshia to take care of her or ask Selys to take her to the yground, but Selys is very busy and so is Krshia. Im the only one who can supervise Mrsha, so Id like a small vacation. Nothing too much! Just aroundlets say lunchtime for three hours?


    Lyte held her breath. Erin blinked at her.


    Mrshas cooped up? I totally get that! This rain is getting me down sometimes. And if she needs to run and ydont worry about it! Take the whole morning and afternoon off if you need to! Mrshaes first. I can handle thingsDrassi and Ishkr are both ted to be in tomorrow as well, so well be fine.


    Youre sure? I know youre so busy


    Mrshaes first. Well manage! Besides, the yers just need food and drinks and someone to shout at people to be quiet. I can handle that if I have help!


    Erin smiled. Lyte smiled too, gratefully. She saw the [Actor] standing behind Erin cough and flushed.


    Oh, Im sorry. I didnt mean to interrupt.


    Its fine. What were you saying, Kilkran?


    Erin shed a smile at the [Actor] and he straightened.


    I was going to ask about your interpretation of Othello, Miss Erin. You see, its be something of an argument among my peers, and I was hoping you might take my side. Tonights y will feature one rendition of the y, and I was hoping you could have a word with the actor ying the part before we began. You see, I regard him as


    Lyte saw Erin sigh slightly, but the [Innkeeper] listened as the [Actor] went on and Lyte went back to serving drinks to the people rushing about. That was Erin Solstice. She stood in her inn, but the inn revolved around her. Yes, there were other people in it, but the one who bound everyone together was Erin. And that was great! Wonderful. It wasnt as if Lyte was bitter about that fact.


    It was just that she wanted to matter too. Erin was like Jasi or Wesle, one of the stars of the acting troupe. She dominated the stage. And Lyte didnt mind that. Shed watched Erin, from the proverbial backstage. She knew Erin now, possibly better than anyone else. The thing about Erin was that she had her good sides and her bad sides. She was good at connecting with people. She was bad at


    Lyte!


    A harassed-looking Drake approached the [Barmaid]. Lyte smiled at Drassi. The Drake [Barmaid] and [Gossip] didnt return the smile.


    Drassi, whats the matter?


    My feet are whats the matter! Lyte, Erin told me I need to work tomorrow from morning till night!


    Thats right. Is something wrong with that?


    Yes! Thats my day off! Only Erin told me how much business we had and she <em>really</em> needs me to work! I love to earn money Lyte, I really do. But I need time to spend the money I get!


    Drassis tailshed and she spoke faster and faster as she grew more upset. Lyte tried to soothe her.


    I understand. I know Ishkrs been busy too. Look, Ill talk it over with Erin and see if I can get you your day off sometime this week.


    Would you? I <em>know</em> we have so much business. But its too much for three people! Erin should really hire some [Barmaids].


    Ill talk to her about it. Dont worry.


    Thanks Lyte. Youre a lifesaver.


    Relieved, the Drake went back to waiting tables. Lyte looked for Erin, but now she was talking with Wesle. That was the thing about Erin. She was good at people. But when it came to organizationwell, she still slept on the floor of her kitchen next to her cooking ingredients. She could leave things hanging. She was good at focusing on one thing. But multiple things


    Lyte. Some of our visitors want to leave to Liscor.


    Ishkr called across the inn to Lyte. He was carrying lunch and was clearly swamped. Lyte nodded and hurried over to the door. A group of impatient Drakes was waiting there.


    To Liscor?


    They nodded. Lyon found the corresponding mana stonea bright green oneand ced it on the door. She swung it open and immediately the Drakes poured out and more poured <em>in.</em>


    Finally! Weve been waiting here for ten minutes! Why did it take so long?


    One of the Drakes demanded angrily as she shook water off her scales. Lyon tried to apologize as she winced and wondered if they could put the door somewhere else. They had to clean the floor six times a day with everyone tromping in and out. She seated the Drakes, turned around, and saw Erin striding towards her.


    Lyte! Drassi says we have a problem with schedules?


    Surprised, Lyte nced towards Drassi. The Drake winced and flicked her ta Drake way of apologizing. She must have mentioned the issue to Erin and the [Innkeeper] had abandoned the arguing [Actors] to immediately talk to Lyte. The [Princess] nodded.


    We dont have enough staff, Erin. I know we talked about hiring more. I think we need to, otherwise Drassi and Ishkr will be overworked.


    Erin chewed her lip.


    I know, I know. It was on my list but after Maran and Safry, I didnt want to. You know?


    Lyte nodded sympathetically. She paused.


    But we <em>do</em> need more.


    I get it. Um


    Erin looked around distractedly, as if new helpers would appear out of nowhere.


    I could ask Krshia for more helpers? And Selys? Or get some people from Celumonly I think Im being boycotted by the [Innkeepers] there. I can ask around. But doing it today is sort of hard because were doing so many ys and I <em>have </em>to be here.


    The young woman looked around the inn.


    I know Drassi and Ishkr are tired, but Ill pay them double if I have to, Lyte. Socan we handle it for the next few days? I really, <em>really</em> need to have enough people serving the tables for our ys. I just dont have time to find good people to hirebut you still take your break tomorrow with Mrsha! Kids first! But


    How about I find us some help?


    Erin stopped fretting and looked at Lyte.


    You think you can?


    Lyon nodded. Why not? It wasnt as if there was ack of [Barmaids] and [Waiters] to hire. She gave Erin a confident grin.


    Leave it to me! You focus on the ys and Ill figure something out.


    Youre sure?


    I am. And while I have you, can we do something about the door?


    What?


    Erin looked nk until Lyte exined about having to switch the door between Celum and Liscor constantly. And that was without factoring Pass into the equation. She groaned.


    I didnt realize it would be such a problem! Pass barely gets used, but Liscor and Celumlook, Ill try talking to Pisces, but he says I cant make it move like <em>Howls Moving Castle.</em>


    What?


    I cant make it automatic! Or rather, he cant. Its too hard and has something to do with enchantment bindings and limited spell matrix capacity and so on. It would be so much easier if we didnt have to use Liscors door, but what can you do? Its not like I can get people to swim here, right? Right?


    Erin grinned sheepishly. Lyte wondered if shed actually be able to do just that. Knowing Erin


    Maybe theres another way.


    Maybe? If you think of it, let me know.


    Erin sighed. Lyte heard someone call her name and Erin groaned.


    Gotta go. Tell me if theck of employment thing gets worse, okay?


    Okay!


    The two separated. Lyte made a beeline for Drassi. Ironically, there was no bee in sight; Apista was up in Lytes room with Mrsha, preferring to stay out of the way of so many people.


    Sorry about that, Lyte. I just mentioned that I talked to you, and Erin was like Im going to sort this out right now! I didnt mean to put you on the spot.


    Its fine, Drassi. Erins asked me to sort this out. Tell me, do <em>you</em> know anyone who might be free to work here?


    The Drake paused as she wiped sweat from her forehead.


    Me? Yeah, Ive got tons of friends! So does Ishkr! <em>Hey, Ishkr!</em>


    The Gnoll paused as he headed towards the kitchen. He strode over and quickly convened with the two [Barmaids] as the diners waited for service. He nodded the instant Lyte asked about other potential workers.


    I have a handful of friends. And acquaintances, yes? I could ask them.


    Theyre trustworthy? Hardworking?


    Both Drassi and Ishkr gave Lyte an insulted look. Lyte returned it.


    I have to ask.


    Drassi twitched her tail.


    <em>Some</em> of my friends ck off a bit. Okay, half of them. But I can ask the good half.


    And I would not betray Miss Erins trust. I could ask a handful of the Gnolls I know to work hard.


    Do you think theyd leave their jobs to work here?


    Depends on how much you offer them. A lot of them work part-time. You know, during the spring rains? They could be persuaded to quitespecially if they get to watch ys.


    Drassi gave Lyte a toothy smile. Lyte smiled back and did some quick math.


    Tell them that Erin will pay them one silver and two copper per hour for the next three days. After that, if they want to stay on theyll be paid a regr wage. Less.


    Whoa! Thats a lot of money!


    Drassi and Ishkr looked shocked. That was nearly as much as Erin had offered Maran and Safry, and that had been an exorbitant amount for their levels and Skills. But the inn could definitely afford it. Lyte nodded.


    I want them working tomorrow. They cane in with you and learn how to work in the inn. Of course, Erin will pay you and Ishkr the same amount. And for all the times youve had to work overtime!


    Really? Thats great!


    Both Drake and Gnoll looked delighted. Lyte smiled at them. She was promising a lot, but both workers had been pulling long hours for the inn. She should have brought this up with Erin a week ago! But that was also the thing with Erin. She reacted to problems rather than think ahead most of the time. Lyte got back to work with Drassi and Ishkr; the patrons were getting unhappy with dry throats. Like a sh, it was already evening and Lyte was tending to a fussy Mrsha.


    I know you want to run, but you cant go running about under the tables. You can sit and watch the ys or run about upstairs, okay?


    Mrsha buried her head in her pillow and made a whining noise. Lyte sighed, but she didnt have time to argue. She hurried downstairs just in time to see Erin greeting a familiar face.


    Hey Ilvriss, whats up?


    Wall Lord Ilvriss, arguably the most important Drake in Liscor, red at Erin but silently took a seat at a table. Lyte winced as she rushed past Erin. She waved at Drassi who poured her a mug of Firebreath Whiskey and shoved it into Lytes hands.


    You do it? Please? He scares my tail off!


    Lyte nodded. She took the mug to Wall Lord Ilvriss and smiled.


    Your drink, Wall Lord.


    Ah. Thank you.


    Ilvriss looked surprised at the prompt service. He looked around at his table.


    I assume more ys will be put on tonight?


    Absolutely, Wall Lord. We have another performance of <em>The Triumph of Liscor</em>, and the yers of Celum will be putting on other ys throughout the night. I can ask for a list if you would like to hear it?


    Hmm. Yes, do that. But first, orders. I will have your finest steakwell done, spiced as hot as your kitchen allows.


    He nodded at his table and the Drakes whode with him chimed in with their orders. Lyte fixed all of the details in ce in her mind and bowed again before hurrying off. Ilvriss looked slightly pleased when she brought him his food within five minutes of orderingthe steak was done, and Ishkr had only had to heat it up, fry it until it was further done, and dump as many spices as he could onto the meat. Of course, the other orders were also premade and ready, but Lyte deliberately chose to hold off sending them to the table until Ilvriss te was done.


    It was just etiquette, in and simple. You didnt serve anyone but the Wall Lord first. And you most certainly did <em>not</em> call him by his name in front of his followers. Lyte wished Erin knew that. But in a way, that was something Erin couldnt do. She couldnt be <em>humble.</em>


    Or maybe she could be. But she was bad at doing things she hated. She didnt treat Wall Lord Ilvriss with the respect he required because she didnt believe in the superiority of the noble titles. That was all very well and good and Lyte understood the sentimenthere she was, a [Princess] waiting tablesbut it was also a fault. Ilvriss had mellowed out considerably, but there was a difference between pushing him to being more tolerant and insulting him to his face.


    What she could do wasnt what Erin could do. Lyte served tables as the yers of Celum finally began their y. <em>The Triumph of Liscor</em> was just as overdone as the first time shed seen it, but the speeches had been refined and more parts had been added. It was as far from the truth as could be and when the y had finished, the apuse was thunderous. The [Actors] rotated and another group came on to y <em>Othello.</em> All the while Lyte was hurrying over to the magic door to let people in and out to Celum and Liscor. She had to change the door every five minutesor less.


    This is ridiculous! There has to be a better way!


    Exasperated, Drassi pped a yellow mana stone onto the door and yanked it open. Octavias voice could be heard in her shop.


    Come on, buy a pack of matches while youre waiting! Or how about a stamina potion for the night? Youll be wide awake until dawnunless you take one of my drowsiness tonics! A two-for-one offer! Why not throw in a healing potion while youre at it? You can never be too careful!


    If we could just leave the door open to Celum, we wouldnt have to keep opening it to Liscor. Maybe just once every thirty minutes so people know when we open it.


    Lyte frowned at the door. Drassi nodded.


    But how would we tell them? A sign? Sundial? Its raining so thats not going to work. Ancestors, it would be so much easier if Erin just bought a bridge! I have a friend who could sell her one.


    A bridge?


    Bemused, Lyte nced at Drassi. The Drake nodded.


    Why not? Its not far from Liscor to the inn! It would cost a good bit of gold, yeah, but it would be so much easier.


    To buy a bridge.


    Of course! WaitI forget, you dont know about bridges! Hasnt anyone told you?


    Drassi pped her forehead. She tried to exin as she pointed Lyte to a window.


    Its not like we have that many, but if theres a nearby ce we need to get toI think we connected one from the city to the dungeon. Its not hard! You just pay a few Drakes or Gnolls to build a bridge over the water! If youve got the gold, you can hire one and have it done tomorrow.


    And its safe?


    Well, its not <em>that</em> safe if a monster attacks. But most of them dont go above the water and if its near the city the most you normally get is hit by a Quillfish. And you have Bird on the rooftop, right? He and the City Watch can shoot anything that attacks.


    That could work!


    Lyte imagined a bridge connecting Liscor and The Wandering Inn. It wouldnt eliminate the need for the door, but it would cut down on the traffic. She found Erin in the kitchen and exined the bridge idea. Erin nearly dropped the hot pan in surprise.


    Wait. Are you serious? Relc told me he had a bridge to sell me and I told him he was crazy! Thats actually a thing?


    Thats right! Drassi says she knows someone who can get to work tomorrow. Do you think youd be willing to pay for it?


    Erin thought about that for a moment. Then she reached for her money jar.


    How much?


    Five minutester, Drassi hunted through the crowd of watching Drakes. Shed spotted the very Drake she wanted to talk to and pulled him out of his seat as the next y started. Lyte heard her whispering to him.


    Hey Meniss! Are you still selling bridges? Because I have a big one for you! But you have to give me a discount. And no building it with bad ropes or wood, got it?


    Soon enough Drassi came back with the news that a team of Drakes and Gnolls would work on a bridge tomorrow and both Lyte and Erin exchanged a celebratory high-five. They got back to work. Lyte got into the rhythm of serving, watching familiar and unfamiliar facese and go until someone special walked through the door to Liscor.


    Pawn?


    The Worker looked up in surprise.


    Lyte. Greetings.


    I havent seen you in over a week! Where have you been?


    A genuine smile sprang to Lytes lips as she ushered the wet Worker into the room. Pawn nodded, looking tired.


    I have been exceedingly busy. After the attack there was much work to be done. Not only in flood proofing the HiveI have expanded my unit to include many more Workers and Soldiers and organizing them is a troublesome task. That is why I came here, actually.


    Really? Tell me about it. Let me get you a seat. I know its noisywe just finished a y. Another one will start soon. Can I get you anything to eat? To drink?


    Pawn wavered as Lyte ushered him to a seat at the back of the room.


    That is very kind, Lyte. But I was hoping to speak to Erin. I need her advice.


    Oh.


    Lytes excitement went out like a candle. She paused.


    Sure. Ill get her. Shes um, busy, but Im sure she has time for you.


    She backed away and found Erin in a second. True enough, Erin was more than willing to stop socializing with Selys and pestering her about how her new armor worked. She made a beeline for Pawn.


    <em>Pawn!</em> I havent seen you in forever! Whats been happening?


    Again, Lyon watched Pawn raise his mandibles in a smile and turn to Erin. She knew Erin was important to him, but it hurt a bit. She and Pawn had truly gotten to know each other before. She listened unobtrusively as Pawn exined his dilemma.


    so many of them, you see? And with the rainfall we cannot patrol. I wish to give them some form of entertainment, but books only go so far. What can we give my people without exposure to the above world? Your inn is often upied and the Antinium cannot indefinitely fund meals at your inn. I was hoping you had suggestions.


    Lyte opened her mouth and then bit her tongue. Erin patted Pawn on the shoulder, smiling at him.


    Pawn, Ive got you. Just give me a day or two and Ill think of all kinds of things your Soldiers and Workers can do! I know tons of games. Not just board gameswe could introduce your people to fun activities!


    Like what?


    Liketag! Or musical chairs! Wait, no. Thats a terrible idea. But Im sure there are fun things to do indoors for everyone. Painting? Well, you already do that. Um. Yoga? No wait, your body parts dont bend. Tomorrow Ill have a list. Tonight you rx and have fun! Ill make you a food basket to take back too, okay?


    You are most kind, Erin.


    Nah, nah. But hey look, theyre putting on the next y! I think were doing <em>Pygmalion </em>now. I want to do Romeo and JulietI mean, <em>Juliet and Romeo </em>soon. Thats gonna be a huge hit. Hey, tell me about what happened in the Hive when the moths attacked! I was so worried when I heard there was fighting! Where were you?


    Well, I was summoned to the front as soon as the rm was raised


    Lyte saw Pawn gesturing awkwardly as Erin sat with him. She turned her head and saw Drassi and Ishkr struggling to keep up with all the hungry visitors silently waving mugs or empty tes. Guiltily, Lyte lingered for a minute longer and then hurried off. She had a job to do. And so she did it.


    But suddenly, unountably, Lyte felt worse. Okay, fine. Pawn needed Erins help. That made sense. Erin had brilliant ideas. From her world. And she had helped turn Pawn into an individual. Lyte understood how important that made her in his eyes.


    It was justshe was a bit jealous, that was all. She watched as Erin bent her head towards Pawn, ushering him towards her chess table where they could sit and talk. Lyte went to get Pawn a warm drink and some hot food. Not so she could hover around the table. She was just curious.


    And a bit jealous. That was all.


    -


    Nighttime. Just before midnight thest guests left. Not so much because they were done drinking or too tired to stay up, but because Lyte had firmly established that there <em>had</em> to be a closing time with Erin. Drassi and Ishkr were practically asleep on their feet when theyd left, and Lyte was sore and exhausted. Nevertheless, she stayed up as Erin yawned her way into the kitchen.


    The adventurers were back. The Goblins were upstairs. Everything was quiet. Lyte snuck into her room where Apista and Mrsha were sleeping and rummaged around under her bed. She pulled out a sheathed sword that Mrsha was forbidden from touching. Then she crept downstairs.


    It was still raining. Lyte stared out at the rain-slicked grass and shook her head. So she cleared some tables and chairs in themon room instead and took a stance. She held her sword upright, trying to recall how she should grip the hilt.


    <em>Here andhere.</em> And her footwork? Her feet moved automatically to the right ces, courtesy of her [Basic Footwork] Skill. Good. Lyte took a few slow breaths, trying to breathe right. She imagined someone standing right in front of her and slowly lifted her sword.


    Strike fast and true. Strike without hesitation, yes?


    The words burned Lytes lips. The memory made her heart hurt. But she forced the feelings back and tried to remember. She awkwardly tried to cut like Brunkr had shown her once before. Her sword <em>whooshed</em> through the air pleasantly, but Lyte felt like her stance was wrong.


    Like this? No. Like this.


    She tried to stab forwards, to parry. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but the sword was light in her hands. Not at all heavypared to a tray full of food. And it was bnced well. Lyte used to think of swords as heavy things, but a well-made sword was easy to use. Still, Brunkr had told her that a good [Warrior] trained not just for speed and strength, but so they could remember how to act, how to strike just <em>so</em> in a moments notice.


    Strike. Shed learned how to perform a few basic strikes from him, how to parry an oing blow. That was all. Lyte performed the moves again and again until her already tired arms protested. She practiced until she was sweaty and then lowered her sword.


    Meaningless. Sometimes it felt like that. Lyte clumsily sheathed the sword, feeling as though she was unworthy of it. But she deliberately carried it back upstairs, deliberately hid it under the bed and told herself she would do the same tomorrow. Because it mattered. Because Brunkr had taught her how to do that. Because


    She fell asleep without finishing that thought. Her bed was warm even though Mrsha hogged the nkets and Lyte was very, very tired. She closed her eyes and knew tomorrow would be here too soon.


    She didnt level as a [Warrior] that night, but it was enough. Lyte was already Level 3, and she hadnt ever actually fought anything. She wanted to learn, though. She wanted to level. All sses, all levels were worth having. It was better than nothing.


    And it was better than being useless.


    -


    Ugh. I am so <em>tired</em>. Does it feel like everythings harder today? Because it feels like that to me! I hate spring. All the rain and mud and waterdoes anyone else feel like they could use a nice, hot, <em>dry</em> summer? Anyone? Ishkr, what about you?


    The next day Drassis chatter was something Lyte had to endure for the first few hours around breakfast. She knew the Drake didnt mean anything by it, but she was tired. So were Drassi and Ishkr. They were pulling full-day shifts in the inn and Lyte would have been right there with them any other day. But she had anothermitment, so as she finished serving and eating breakfast, she found Mrsha.


    The young Gnoll was sitting in her chair, eating her food with less than her normal vigor. She looked antsy, and her ears were tter than usual. She looked up as Lyte approached. The [Princess] smiled and knelt as Mrsha shifted restlessly.


    Come on, Mrsha. Were going to Celum.


    Instantly, Mrshas ears perked up and her tail began to wag. She followed Lyte to the door and Lyon bade farewell to Erin.


    You sure you dont need me to return earlier?


    Were good! And Drassi and Ishkrs friends are arriving soon, so were getting reinforcements! Ive got more ys happening <em>and</em> were building a bridge! Go have fun! You too, Mrsha!


    Erinughed. That was one of her good qualities. She had meant it when she told Lyte that Mrsha came first. Lyte grabbed a basket shed made in the morning for this very moment and she pushed the door open to Celum.


    Hey Lyte! Hey furry little match-seller! Something you need?


    Octavia beamed at the two of them. Lyte smiled politely.


    Were just headed into the city. Well be back soon.


    Sure, sure. Hey, do you think Erin would mind keeping her door closed longer tonight? I sell more stuff if people have to wait in my shop before I get to her! Im thinking of selling food, actually. You know, for the wait. If she could wait for thirty minutes each time


    Octavias voice trailed off as Lyte walked outside. She had to shake her head at the [Alchemist]s avarice.


    Dont you listen to her. Octavia is a good person. Who does mean things.


    Mrsha nodded as she happily walked along Celums streets. It was dry here. The sun was shining, there were few clouds in the sky, and Lyte felt a cool wind on her clothes. She blinked around the bright Human city.


    Wow.


    Celum was a hundred miles north of Liscor. From the city Lyte could see the High Passes and darker skies, but the weather that affected Liscor did not reach all the way to Celum. She walked down the street, urging Mrsha to stay close as Humans walked past her and wagons rolled down the street. Mrsha sniffed the air, her tail wagging and Lyte smiled.


    This is much better than the inn, isnt it?


    Mrsha smiled happily. Soon, Lyte was at Celums gates and a [Guardswoman] standing there checking peopleing in stopped her.


    Is that Gnoll child with you, Miss?


    Yes. Shes myward.


    I see.


    The Human woman looked curiously at Mrsha, who waved a paw. The [Guardswoman] might never have seen a Gnoll before, or one with white fur. She eyed Lyte who was adjusting the bag at her side and telling it to stop moving, were nearly there. She made noment however.


    May I ask where youre going? Its not wise to venture too far outside the city. Especially with children.


    Lyte nodded.


    We wont go far. Just outside the walls. I hear there are open fields near the city?


    The [Guardswoman] pointed a finger.


    If youre looking for a walk within sight of the walls, try that way, Miss. Just dont stray too far.


    Thank you.


    Lyte smiled and got a smile in return. She stepped out of the gates and Mrsha looked up. The sunlight warmed her skin and the cool air invigorated her. Both young woman and Gnoll looked around. There was no rain. There was no water. There was hard, firm earth, blooming grass, and flowers. Lyte felt Apista trying to crawl out of her rucksack. She saw Mrsha squirming, practically vibrating.


    Mrsha, if you stay within eyeshot you can run. Okay?


    The Gnoll looked at her. Lyte gave her a nod. Mrshas eyes went round and wide and then she <em>shot</em> across the open ground, prompting a surprisedugh from the [Guardswoman]. Lyteughed too in delight. Mrsha was quick, but out here in the open with nothing to get in her way she was like lightning! She might have outrun a hare and she was grinning in delight as she ran on all fours.


    Wait for me!


    Lyte ran after her. As she did, the hand that had been holding the rucksack at her side fell open. Something crawled out and then took wing. Apista flew into the air, finally free of Lytes prison, happily flying through the air as Mrsha bounded along. Lyte ran after both,ughing.


    The sun! It shone down on all three as they ran towards a small field of flowers right where the [Guardswoman] had said. It was indeed within a good distance of the walls and here Lyte told Mrsha she had to stay. The Gnoll took this restriction with nothing but good humorshe was delighted to run about atst and was busy sniffing everything in sight, peering at flowers, chasing after a cricket, and smiling.


    The smile was everything. Lyte had fretted to see Mrsha so depressed. Sometimes she wondered if she was the right person to care for her. But who else was there? Erin? Ryoka? Krshia? Selys? Each one couldnt look after Mrsha as much as Lyte could. None of them had been there when Mrsha needed someone. Lyte had. She was a poor mother though. A poor substitute for the real thing. But she did try. Lyte sat in the grass and began unpacking her bag.


    nket, foodshoo, Mrsha! You just ate! Here. Catch this!


    Lyte pulled something out of her bag. Mrsha jumped up joyously and one of her paws grazed the ball that Lyte threw. Her ball. Happily, Mrsha chased after it and threw the ball high, high into the air. She ran for it and Apista buzzed after her. Like the Gnoll, the Ashfire Bee was happy to be outdoors. Lyte could sense it through the bond they shared. Apista went from flower to flower, delicately avoiding crushing the bright blooms as she inspected each one for nectar. She and Mrsha ran about as Lyte finished setting up her small pic. Then Lyte got up.


    Mrsha?


    The Gnoll bounded over. Lyte reached down.


    Do you want to y a game?


    Mrsha thought about that and then spat out the ball in her mouth. She wiped it on the grass and then tossed it at Lyte. The young woman smiled, caught the ball, and threw it back. Mrsha leapt from all fours to catch the ball with her two paws. She tumbled onto the ground, stood up clumsily, and threw the ball back. Lyteughed, chased the ball and threw it.


    The Gnoll needed more people to y with. Other Gnolls maybe. More games. Next time, Lyte would see if Krshia coulde. Or Ishkr. Or Erin. And there would be a next time. That Lyte was certain of. Because what Erin had said was right. Mrsha came first. More than the inn, more than her job, Lyte had a duty to the small, voiceless Gnoll who rolled about in the grass, happy to be out of the rain.


    Trouble with Goblins, Pawns dilemmas, her inferiority to Erinit all melted away as Lyteughed and twirled Mrsha around. The sun shone and for a while Lyte danced with Mrsha in the small field of flowers. And Lyte smiled andughed


    Until she heard the shrieking.


    It came from above, a scream of rage. Not a Human voice, or a persons. A bright red bird no bigger than Lytes hand hurtled out of the sky, shrieking in fury. It was joined by another bird of equal size, its mate perhaps. And it was chasing something.


    <em>Apista.</em> Lyte cried out in horror as she saw the duo of birds diving at Apista, pecking the Ashfire Bee as Apista fanned her wings and jabbed threateningly with her stinger. But for all her size the two birds were faster and more mobile in the air. They tried to rake her with their ws, pecking, as Apista buzzed in fury.


    Apista!


    Mrsha stopped ying and looked up in rm. The two red robins dove around Apista, outraged. Had Apista flown by their nest? Or were they just attacking the Ashfire Bee for fear she might bring more of her kind? Lyte heard the outraged voices of the bird grow louder and then multiply. To her horror she saw robins, starlings, and then a <em>crow</em> fly out of the air. They dove at Apista, acting in unison. And now Lyte grew truly afraid.


    Robins were one thing. But a crow? She saw therge bird strike Apista with a w and felt the sh of pain through her bond. Apista tried to sting the crow, but the bird was too quick. It flew backwards, squawking, as Apista beat her wings furiously. The other birds besieged her from all angles.


    Apista! Come here!


    Lyte waved her arms, shouting loudly, trying to drive off the birds. It didnt work. Mrsha threw somethingher precious ballbut the birds easily avoided the missile and kept attacking Apista. The Ashfire Bee was beating its wings, <em>buzzing</em> loudly, refusing to flee.


    Apista was buzzing louder than Lyte had ever heard her. Her wings fanned faster as the birds flew around her, darting at her sides and wings. Lyte was about to shout at the bee to fly to her so she could shield her from the angry birds when Apistas buzzing reached a peak. Her wings beat so fast they nearly turned invisible and then the bee burst into mes!


    <em>Apista!</em>


    Lytes shriek of horror was echoed by the birds around it. One of them had been diving at Apista the moment before the mes began. One of the red robins peeled away, its feathers smoking. It fled, twittering in rm and the other birds hesitated. They took one look at the ming bee, circling, wary of striking. Then Apista moved. She flew straight at the crow and the startled bird <em>cawed</em> and nearly lost its wings to the fiery attack. It flew with Apista in hot pursuit. Below, Lyte and Mrsha watched, gaping with astonishment.


    The fire didnt hurt Apista! Lyte could sense the bee wasnt hurt, only extremely angry. Apista flew at the other birds, chasing them off. Within moments she was the only thing in the air and the distressed birdcalls were a distant memory. Now Apista flew downwards, like a ming ember.


    Come here.


    Lyte called up at her. The bee flew towards her and the fire engulfing her body winked out as she few towards Lyte. The young woman hesitated, but she held out her hands. She winced as Apistanded, but the bee was only warm to the touch. Gently, Lyte held her to her chest.


    You silly little bee! Dont pick fights with birds!


    Apista wiggled her antennae, trying to climb up Lytes hands. She perched on Lytes shoulder, fanning her wings gently. Lyte sensed exhaustion from the Ashfire Bee, as if it had used up all its energy setting itself ame.


    Was that magic? Or could you always do that?


    Predictably, Apista didnt respond. Lyte looked around. Mrsha appeared with her ball in her mouth. She approached Apista, sniffing anxiously and the bee crawled onto her face. Mrsha carefully lifted her onto her head. Lyte regarded her two charges and exhaled slowly.


    That was too much excitement. Here.


    She dug around in her pack and pulled something out. A small jar of honey. Instantly, Apista flew over to it. Lyte uncorked the bottle and let Apista crawl onto it. The bee immediately began devouring the honey and Lyte saw Mrsha approach the bag. The Gnoll rooted around in the bag and found lunch. She pulled out a toasted sandwich and looked triumphantly at Lyte.


    Alright, we can have an early lunch.


    Lyte smiled. She sat with Apista and Mrsha and found her own sandwich. The Gnoll slowly ate her lunch as Lyte chewed on her food.


    I dont know why Im surprised. Ashfire Bees <em>are</em> known to be immune to fire. And theyre dangerous. Why shouldnt they be able to set themselves on fire?


    Mrsha nodded. Lyte looked at Apista.


    Ive heard they survived forest fires. Only now I wonder if they <em>start</em> them. Is it something only a few bees can do? I still dont know if Apistas a queen bee. All I do know is that she eats too much and she picks fights with birds. And moths.


    Apista wiggled her antennae. Lyte yawned. That fright and ying with Mrsha had exhausted her!


    Im sleepy. And its quite warm. Mrsha, are you?


    She looked over and saw Mrsha was lying on the nket, already snoozing. Lyteughed. The sun was warm. And while it was cool,pared to the rainy weather, this was just too pleasant. Slowly, Lytey back on the nket.


    We really shouldnt sleep here. Especially if more birds will attack.


    That was very true. But the nket made a counterargument. If Lyte justy back and closed her eyes she could think about the dangers in morefort. Slowly, Lyte did. She closed her eyes and felt wee sleep tugging at her mind. She was still tired. She was always so <em>busy</em> at Erins inn. But here


    Mrsha was curled up next to her. Her small back rose and fell rapidly as she slept. Lyte looked at her. Therey Mrsha. Her fur was beautifully white. She could be a handful. Cranky, prone to disobedience, pranks. Shed gone through so much. Too much. And yet, there was no one else in this world that Lyte cared more for. Shed been a [Princess]. Shed lost her possessions, be an outcast. Shed be an unwilling [Barmaid]. But it had been the need to care for Mrsha that made her truly change. And now she was Mrshas guardian. Her protector. Because Mrsha was her


    Her what? Her subject? Her ward? Herchild? Nothing quite fit. Lyte reached out and felt Mrshas warm back beneath her palm. What she was to Mrsha and Mrsha was to her defied proper words. But it mattered. Oh, it mattered.


    I dont have a kingdom anymore. I dont have subjects. But I do have you.


    Lyte whispered and felt the hint of tears spring to her eyes. She brushed them away and put her head back. The warm nket drew her in and the sun warmed her. Lyte closed her eyes as Apista buzzed quietly around her head. She felt so sleepy and closed her eyes for a moment.


    [Carer Level 8!]


    [Beast Tamer Level 5!]


    [Skill  Apista: Basic Training obtained!]


    Huh?


    Lyte sat up. The sun was still shining. The nket was still soft. But the familiar presence at her side was gone. She looked around wildly and saw Mrsha.


    Mrsha!


    The Gnoll jumped guiltily. She immediately tried to hide what she was holding behind her back. Lyte got up, her head bleary and saw Mrsha had gathered a pile of moldy pinecones.


    Thats nothow long have I been asleep?


    Mrsha looked innocently at her. Lyte looked around and saw Apista was resting in a bed of flowers. She stared at the sun and jumped.


    Its already evening! Weve been out here for <em>hours!</em>


    Mrsha nodded in agreement. Lyte looked around.


    Thats long. Too long, maybe. We should get back to the inn. I told Erin Ide back at some point.


    She looked at Mrsha. The Gnoll was pouting.


    Mrsha, do you want to go back? Have you had enough fun?


    The small Gnoll cub considered this. She nodded reluctantly. Lyte felt incredibly guilty about falling asleep when Mrsha could have wandered off. She tried to make up for it by packing swiftly. She stuffed her nket and Apista into the rucksack and made tracks back towards Celum.


    The next time I fall asleep, wake me up! I should be the adult here!


    Lyte moaned. She saw Mrsha nod happily and felt something rustle in her bag. An outraged Apista tried to climb out.


    Oh no.


    Lyte blocked her with a hand. Apista tried to crawl past her.


    No, Apista. You have to stay. Otherwise someone will swat you in Celum. Stay in the bag.


    Btedly, Lyte remembered shed just obtained a Skill to train Apista. She pointed at the Ashfire Bee and spoke in a firm tone, just like shed heard the [Houndmaster] in the kennels speaking.


    Stay.


    Apista fanned her wings defiantly. Lyte pointed.


    Stop that. Stay! <em>Stay.</em>


    Apista flew out of her bag and defiantly flew rings around Lytes head. Lyte groaned. Mrshaughed silently as Lyte chased after her Ashfire Bee. The smile on the Gnolls facested even when they returned to the city, with a suspiciously buzzing bag firmly shut at Lytes side.


    This was her small aplishment. Lyte took pride in that. She and Mrsha took a moments reprieve just long enough to buy Mrsha a little spinning top at a local shop and then they returned through Octavias shop to The Wandering Inn. Just in time for chaos.


    -


    Lyte! Thank goodness youre back! Its a disaster over here!


    The first person to greet Lyte was Drassi. Lyte blinked as the Drake waved a w about frantically.


    Its chaos over here! No one knows what to do! All of the Gnolls Ishkr brought are milling about and Erins busy with the building team with the bridge! Theyre arguing and I cant get my friends to pay attention!


    She pointed and Lyte saw that Erin was at the center of a crowd of people vying for her attention. Some looked likeborers, while others were clearly [Barmaids] dressed for their job. Some were [Actors] and one was a stuffy-looking Drake waving a clipboard and shouting about Pass.


    Hold on! Hold on! Im trying tostop trying to get my attention! First people first!


    Erin was trying to shout over the voices of everyone, sounding harried. There were too many people though and she kept getting distracted with each new problem that emerged. Lyte heard angry shouting and saw that some of the customers were demanding food or drink. Others were just shouting for Erin to keep it down. Ishkr was trying to let people in from Celum and Liscor, Drassi was trying to wait tables and exin how everything worked to the female Drakes following herit was a mess.


    And for some reason, Lyte felt good about that. Was that a good feeling to have? Probably not. But the sight of Erin turning to her in relief and shouting her nameit did feel nice. Because it meant that Lyte was important. It meant that she was <em>needed</em>. And perhaps most importantly, it meant that Erin wasnt perfect.


    She was an [Innkeeper], someone who could connect to other peoples hearts, turn even the most taciturn of loners into a friend. She read people like books and created miracles and that made her a [Magical Innkeeper]. But if she had a weakness, just one, it was that she was no leader. Just a friend. And that was fine. Lyte savored this precious knowledge for all of five second and then took a breath.


    <em>Attention, everyone!</em>


    Heads turned. Lyte pointed.


    Miss Erin Solstice is extremely busy! Please form a line<em>I dont care what order</em>and wait for your turn. No arguments. I said, <em>form a line.</em> Now!


    She didnt scream. She didnt wave her hands or stomp her foot. That was how a fool acted. Lyte just gave orders and behaved as if they would be carried out. She promptly ignored the people who objected and headed straight for Erin. Half the people around the [Innkeeper] ducked as Apista buzzed over their heads. That helped too, of course.


    Whats the problem? Drassi first.


    All my friends are here, all the ones who wanted to work, but they dont know what to do! Ive been trying to teach them, but


    Same here!


    Ishkr walked over. Lyte nodded. That was simple. She pointed towards the kitchen.


    Drassi, show your friends where we keep the food and have them start passing around the popcorn in bowls to each table. Ishkr, can you show these Gnolls where our drinks are? Have them start filling mugs. We can help each other out once were sorted.


    Got it!


    Relieved, the Drake and Gnoll hurried off, calling to their friends. At once half the shouting patrons stopped, realizing theyd finally get what they wanted. In the newfound silence, Lyte turned to Erin.


    What else is wrong?


    Ive been telling these guys that Im not hiring a team of adventurers just to watch them build my bridge! I didnt know that was a cost!


    Erin looked exasperated as she argued with a [Foreman] or perhaps a [Fore Drake] who was supposed to be building the bridge. He growled.


    And how are we supposed to work <em>without</em> protection? Those waters arent safe to work in and well be in the water some of the time! Just get the Gold-rank team thats living here to watch us!


    Theyre busy! And Im not hiring a Silver-rank team for two days straight! That would cost me too much gold! I told you, I have Hobgoblins


    We dont trust <em>Goblins</em> to watch us!


    All the Drakes and Gnolls instantly burst out into angry protests. Erin folded her arms.


    Theyre as good as any team of adventurers!


    That was another fault of hers. Erin was stubborn. She was rxed about a lot of things, but issues like thisLyte listened to them argue for five minutes before offering herpromise.


    What about Hobgoblins and a Silver-rank team of adventurers?


    What?


    The Drake looked confused. Lyte pointed to the Horns of Hammerad, who were waiting in line for an unrted reason that required Erins attention.


    If the Hobgoblins stand outside with you and the Horns of Hammerad remain in the inn, will that do? At the first sign of trouble theylle out. <em>And</em> we have an Antinium watching from above.


    You do?


    Oh yeah. We do!


    Erin grinned as Lyte went to go grab Bird, who had been sitting in his watch tower and singing his rain song. The Drakes and Gnolls looked somewhat reassured by the Antinium. Ironic, but apparently an Antinium was better than a Goblin, especially to Liscors residents. Lyte turned to Bird.


    Bird, if you see anything attacking the workers, tell us at once. Understand?


    Yes, Miss Lyte.


    Is that fair?


    The [Builders] conferred, but eventually nodded and trooped outside. Lyte beckoned the next person in line forwards and Erin sighed in relief.


    Lyte, youre a lifesaver.


    Im just doing my job.


    I know, but its a good job! I dont know what I would have done without you. Never go on vacation again, okay? Kidding! But not really.


    She smiled at Lyte. The [Barmaid] smiled back. She turned back to work, pleased. This was her job. She was a helper at Erins inn. This was what she could do. She was no [Princess]. She had no servants or subjects. Just an inn, and a friend. She helped Erin sort out the rest of her problems, let the new workers take over for Drassi and Ishkr, and picked out the two best Drakes and Gnolls out of the bunch. With Erins instant agreement she decided to hire them as long-term help.


    Another of Erins faultsno, another thing about Erin that defined her was her unwillingness tomit to huge changes so easily. She saw hiring someone as a huge transition, whereas Lyte saw it as a simpler thing. You could fire them if you had to. For Erin that was a tremendously stressful activity. But Lyte felt like she could easily do that. She couldnt cook, Erin could. Erin could manage the [Actors], and Lyte could assemble the [Barmaids]. They had their strengths, their weaknesses. But they were a team. Lyte didnt know why shed ever thought it had been just Erin.


    That night she practiced with her sword and went to bed, tired, but happy. Lyte closed her eyes and heard the voice again.


    [Barmaid Level 15!]


    [Skill  Bnced Posture obtained!]


    [Warrior Level 4!]


    [ss Conditions: Princess failed]


    [ss  Princess lost.]


    [Skill  Detect Poison lost.]


    [Skill  Royal Tax lost.]


    Oh.


    In the silence of the night, Lyte sat up for a second. She looked around. She listened. But the voice said nothing more. Slowly, shey back.


    What happened?


    No one responded. By her side, Mrshas chest rose and fell. Apista slept near the window. Lyte stared up at the ceiling.


    It had just been an ordinary day. Just an ordinary day with ups and down andshes leveled four times. That was a lot. Was it because she reached Level 15 in [Barmaid]? Was it because she hadnt been a [Princess] for so long? Because shed given up?


    No one answered. Lyte stared up at the wooden ceiling over her head.


    It didnt matter anyways. I never needed that Skill. I never leveled up. I never


    She trailed off. Outside the rain fell. It pattered on the roof overhead. Lyte listened to it, nkly. She didnt feel bad. She didnt feel sad. If anything, she just felt surprised.


    I lost my ss. I didnt know that could happen.


    She reached inside, searching for pain. For horror. For sadness. But she didnt find it. She lost her [Princess] ss. She was no longer a [Princess]. In name she might be, but in a real way, no, in the realest way she was no longer royalty. It didnt hurt. Perhaps because shed lost it long ago.


    Hm.


    Lyte stared up at the ceiling. She couldnt sleep. But neither could she find it in her to mourn. And eventually she fell asleep.


    -


    The next day, Erin found Lyte had gotten up before her. The [Barmaid] was cheerfully cleaning up the tes fromst nights y. She smiled as Erin blinked at her.


    Good morning, Erin!


    She kept her voice low as Erin waved blearily at her. A slumbering little ball of fur was lying on a table.


    Mrsha followed me downstairs. I couldnt sleep.


    Really? I could use like five more hours.


    Lyteughed a bit as she piled up tes.


    Well, I took a nap yesterday when I went out with Mrsha. And I leveled upst night so I stayed up.


    What, you did? Thats great news! What did you level in?


    Erin brightened up. Lyte smiled.


    I reached Level 15 in [Barmaid]. And uh, Level 4 in [Warrior]. And I got a Skill. [Bnced Posture]. I know thats not much but considering that I havent been working for more than half a year at most, I thought


    No, thats amazing! Whats your Skill do?


    The [Barmaid] shrugged, smiling, clearly pleased at Erins reaction.


    I <em>think</em> it gives me a better posture. I already had [Basic Footwork], but now I feel like I cant trip.


    Really?


    Go on, push me.


    Lyte invited Erin to push her. Tentatively, Erin did. Lyte just shifted backwards. She let Erin push her, try to shove her onto one leg, and then let Erin give her a <em>shove</em>. Each time Lyte had to take a step backwards or adjust her posture, but she was never in any danger of falling. Erin eventually managed to get her to windmill her armsonly by grabbing one leg and yanking it up. Even then, Lyte felt incredibly steady.


    Thats so great! I mean, okay, its probably best for waiting tables, but I bet you wont drop a bunch of tes.


    Thats probably the best use Ill get out of it.


    The young womanughed as she agreed. By this time Mrsha had woken up. Not to be dissuaded, she had tried to upend Lyte in her own way by tripping up the girl. It hadnt worked. Now Mrsha raised her arms. Lyte dutifully bent and picked her up.


    Thats really cool, Lyte. Hey, we should celebrate! Nothing fancyI bet you youll get more levels soon, but hows a little party for Mrsha sound? We can go picking out in Celum! I can close up the inn for a whilemaybe invite the others? We could all use some sunshine.


    That sounds great, Erin.


    Lyte smiled. She picked up the stack of dirty tes and Erin tried to stop her.


    Aw,e on. You dont have to do that so early.


    Someones got to. Besides, we need to clean the tables. Dont worry Erin, I feel refreshed.


    You sure? I feel like all this work is killing me. Im so d we got more help! Good work on getting Drassi and Ishkr to call their friends.


    It wasnt hard. And we can try out the new workers and give the others a break. Im just d business is picking up. Look Erin, dont worry about it. Im really d I leveled. Really. Ive finally got a ss with enough levels that I can be <em>useful.</em>


    Erin sighed, but she let Lyte take the dishes into the kitchen.


    You were always useful! Now youre just <em>good</em> at what you do.


    Lyteughed. She paused as Mrsha curled back up on her table.


    Come on, Mrsha. You cant sleep on tables. You know that. If you want to sleep, go back upstairs. Ill be here when you wake up. I have a job to do.


    Mrsha made a sound of protest. Lyte nudged her. Erin smiled as the young woman bent over the Gnoll, trying to pick her up.


    Yes, my job. Come on, Mrsha. You get to eat and sleep, but some of us have to work. Some of us have a ss. And my ss means I have to clean tables. Come on Mrsha. I have a job. Mrsha?


    The Gnoll reluctantly uncurled. She looked up and blinked at Lyte. Slowly she let herself be picked up by the young woman. Lyte smiled and saw Mrsha crane her neck up. She felt a rough tongue lick at her cheeks.


    Mrsha! Stop that!


    She tried to stop the Gnoll, but Mrsha licked her other cheek. Lyte tried to get her to quit, but the Gnoll kept doing it. She turned,ughing.


    Erin! Look at what Mrshas doing.


    Mrsha? What are you up to n


    Erin poked her head out of the kitchen with a grin. Her wide smile stopped dead on her face. She stared at Lyte and the smile turned into a look of confusion.


    Lyte?


    What?


    Is everything okay?


    Aside from Mrsha licking me? I think so. She must be hungry!


    Lyteughed. She expected Erin to grin and make a joke or announce what was for breakfast. But Erin just stood there. She stared at Lyte.


    Are you sure youre okay?


    What? Erin


    Lyte frowned. She tried to put down Mrsha, but the Gnoll held on tight. She licked Lytes cheek again. This time the girl tried to brush her away.


    Mrsha, honey, stop that. Youll get my face wet.


    She scrubbed distractedly at her cheeks with her sleeve. Saliva was everywhere! She looked up, wondering if it was bad enough for Erin to stare. But the look on the [Innkeeper]s face wasnt that. Lyte paused.


    Erin, whats wrong?


    Youre crying.


    Erin pointed at Lyte. The [Barmaid] half-turned and then grinned.


    What? No Im not.


    She looked at Erin, smiling broadly. Erin just stared. Lyte felt Mrsha shift in her arms and looked down. The Gnoll looked up at her. Slowly, Mrsha raised her paw. She touched Lytes cheek and then showed Lyte her paw.


    It was wet. Lyte stared at the wet paw. She stared at Mrsha, and then slowly put the Gnoll down. She reached up and touched her cheeks. They were wet.


    Thats just saliva. Here


    She wiped her cheeks dry with the hem of her shirt. She smiled at Erin. And then she touched her eyes. She felt the tears trickling down and froze.


    Huh?


    Slowly, Lyte felt at her face. Her cheeks were wet again. Her eyes werecrying. Weeping tears that rolled down her cheeks. Lyte looked at Erin, bewildered. The young woman stared at her. Lyte looked down at Mrsha. The Gnoll looked up, confused. Frightened.


    ItI dont know whats going on. It must be something with my body. Or a mistake. Or


    Lyte looked around, smiling, realizing her vision was blurry. Erin moved towards her.


    Lyon? Did anything else happenst night?


    No! Nothing important.


    Lyte lied. She knew she was lying. Erin drew closer to her. She put a hand on Lytes shoulder.


    Are you sure?


    Yeah. Nothing happened. Nothing important.


    The young [Barmaid] whispered the words and felt her throat close. She wasnt sad. She wasnt sad. But the tears kept falling. Mrsha grabbed Lytes legs and looked up. She was crying. She had no idea why Lyte was crying, but the Gnoll cub wept.


    Oh Mrsha. Dont cry! Its not bad. Its just


    Lyte reached for her. She picked Mrsha up and looked at Erin. The [Innkeeper] looked into her eyes. Lyte saw a blurry face in her vision.


    Lyte? What happened?


    Nothing! Nothing!


    She said the words angrily. Lyte raised her voice. She felt the world blurring. She was unsteady. So she sat, holding Mrsha. She felt Erins hand on her shoulder.


    It was nothing. Nothing. Really. It was nothing. It was


    A hup. Lyte tried to suppress it, but it grew worse. She felt the hupe again, and then turn into shaking. Mrsha clung to her, and Lyte felt her tears stain her shirt. She began sobbing as Erin held her.


    Nothing. Nothing.


    And then Lyte wept. She shook and cried as the rain kept falling. It was a bright, sunny day somewhere else. But here the rain fell and Lyte du Marquin sobbed as the other guests of the inn came down the stairs, searching for the noise. The tears kept falling, again and again. On and on.


    It was the beginning of another day.