Book 6: Chapter 30_The Wandering Inn

Book 6: Chapter 30

 Springtime in Liscor was disgusting. True, the initial rains had passed. And the muddy Floodins were drying. A few valleys were still mudpits where the most stubborn amphibians and fish still clung to life, but the rest of the hills and valleys were now soil. And greenery.

 The flowers were blooming. Little shoots of grass were poking up, the various species of grasscrab grass, bent grass, centipede grass, fescues, zoysias, Sages Grass, and more, all fighting for a war of supremacy over prime real estate. Some of it was lovely, lush grass that anyone would want to walk through barefoot. Other types would punish the bared sole, or even the improperly maintained boot. But that wasnt what was disgusting.

 The disgusting things were the wildlife. Nature was in bloom, and ordingly, nature was ready to reproduce. And unlike the Rock Crabs which conducted their ndestine affairs in secret under the water andid deep, hidden caches of their eggs, the rest of the natural world was reproducing fast. Especially the spiders.

 Of the many varieties of dangerous spiders in the world, the Shield Spiders were a problem for Liscor. For Izril in general, but Liscor in particr. Shield Spiders werent as aggressive as Spear Spiders, but theyid vast nests. Traps they used to ensnare victims.

 And Shield Spidersid a lot of eggs. And in the springtime, they hatched. The average Shield Spider couldy a few hundred eggs in a single egg sac. Larger, older spiders couldy thousands. And they didnt stop at one egg sac.

 The nests writhed with hundreds of thousands of baby spiders, crawling over each other. Eating each other. Covering their parents. Scuttling. And they descended on anything that fell into the nests. Corusdeer, rabbits, errant travellersthe spiders tore into flesh, crawled into openings, invaded organs, and already, began to reproduce again.

 Monsters. And there were enough Shield Spiderirs to mean that their springtime reproduction might fully overrun the Flood ins. Unless something was done.

 In the closest Shield Spiderir, built not just two miles south of Liscors walls was a burgeoning nest. The walls were coated with sticky silk. And the ground above was cunningly concealed by a thinyer to look like grass. If anything heavier than a rat stepped on it, the artificial terrain would give way and drop it into the nest. And the hungry spiderlings were already devouring a Fortress Beaver that had fallen in.

 Now the thin veil of spiderweb parted again. Sunlight shone into the nest as something big hit the ground. The adult Shield Spiders, some the size of wolves and growing everrger, scuttled forwards, ready to tear the prey apart. But the intruder hadnded on his feet.

 1st Squad!

 The Gnoll roared as he lifted the mace. He brought it down and smashed the first Shield Spiders head in. The second met a boot to the pincers and reeled back. The other Shield Spiders, sensing the threat, scuttled forwards. But more shapes were breaking through the firmament above.

 Soil and grass cascaded down as Drakes and Gnolls leapt down. Five Gnolls and three Drakes hit the ground. One stomped a Shield Spider into the earth. They swung as theynded, cutting others, bashing them into the ground. Above, seven more members of 1st Squad waited. Captain Wikir bashed in another Shield Spiders abdomen with one contemptuous strike. He turned, stomped a smaller, roon-sized one into the ground and tore a finger-sized one as it climbed up his armor. He snarled.

 Kill the adults. Torches!

 The nest was still wet with morning dew. But webs were mmable. And as the 1st Squad cut down the biggest spiders and stomped, the smaller ones fled. Some crawled up the [Soldiers], biting frantically, but they were ignored or swatted. Torches came down and the unhatched egg sacks, the walls of the nest went up. Captain Wikir climbed out of the pit, shaking off tiny Shield Spiders and growling in disgust.

 One down.

 Sergeant Gna helped her Captain out of the pit. Wikir epted her paw and saw eight tiny Shield Spiders scuttle from his paw onto her fur. Gna grimaced, but pulled him out before flicking the spiders out of her fur. Wikir cursed, began to shake himself, and decided against.

 Damn. Get clear, the rest of you. Im shaking these things off.

 Watch out that they dont get in your ears. Or nose.

 Sergeant Gna watched, amused, as Wikir stomped back to the pit and shook himself. It was burning. And the [Mage] attached to their squad was adding to the mes with controlled bursts of magic. The female Gnoll raised her voice as the rest of the [Soldiers] whod gone down to do the fighting tried to divest themselves of the tiny spiders in the same way.

 You could have let us set fire from above, Captain.

 And let Pielt call me a coward?

 Wikir looked back. The oldest [Captain] in 4th Company grinned, baring his teeth in a predators grin. He gestured to the pit.

 I went in. And if I have to pick these little things out of my fur all day, its fine. His squad gets to do these all by hand and torch. The rest of these we burn from above, just as nned. The big Shield Spiderse to us.

 Efficient.

 The younger Gnoll grinned as well. So did 1st Squad. They looked around and saw more squads of 4th Company doing what theyd done. Hunting down Shield Spider nests and destroying them. And they werent the only ones; the Floodins had a lot of people covering it today. Drakes and Gnolls, nearly a thousand in total.

 4th Company was helping with what was a tradition for Liscors City Watch. Culling the Shield Spider numbers before they could grow to a gue. It was a gesture of goodwind in practice, a good way to get on both the City Watch and Liscors good side. And that was important, especially today.

 Hope Watch Captain Zevara appreciates the work.

 Sergeant Gna remarked as she found a fine-toothedb and approached her Captain. It was standard-issue; thorns and insect eggs were the least of what could get into a Gnolls fur. He grunted his thanks and let Gnab his hair around his armor from behind. He was already working on one arm.

 Damn Pielt and his bets. 1st Squad! Keep moving! Find those nests! And dont fall in; thest thing I want is wasted healing potions or broken bones! Get a move onor do you want 3rd Squad to enjoy a night at Wishdrinks?

 No sir!

 The female and male [Soldiers] got back to work with crity. Their tools were simplelong sticks to check the ground for telltale pits. They moved fast. This was a contest. Wing Commander Embria had promised a night of fun at one of the best taverns in the city, Wishdrinks, for whomever got the most nests.

 Speaking of whichGna and Wikir nced left. They saw Wing Commander Embria, mounted on her warhorse, watching herpany work. She wasnt taking part, but she was hardly slouching on the job; her posture was military straight. Gna grinned.

 Theres our Wing Commander. And thats why shes a Wing Commander, eh, Captain? Shes not jumping into nests.

 It. Was. A. Bet.

 Wikir bit out. He sighed and put away hisb, then stomped the mud and growing grass to kill the spiders hed just toss off him.

 Thatll do. But were all getting checked and a visit to the bathhouses. Thest thing I need is for one of those little things toy eggs in your ear.

 They do that?

 Hah. When I was a rookie, I heard about someone who got a bunch of these worm eggs in his head. Began acting weirdly. And then the swelling started. By the time they hatched out of the head, they were wasrge as

 The [Captain] was grinning, regaling his subordinate with a tale as hispany searched for another nest. 2nd Squad, led by Captain Vell, was already on their third. A particrlyrge Shield Spider met a cluster of spears that sunk halfway into the thick, hard shell, until Captain Vell herself cut off a leg and the [Soldiers] took it apart from a distance. 4th Company was efficient.

 The City Watch was slower, owing to lower levels and less motivation. But everyone was at work. The city was watching. The people of Liscor had taken to the walls to watch the annual spring culling with urbane amusement. And it was all going well. Embria cut a fine figure on her horse, her spear at the ready in case a giant Shield Spider emerged. Her crimson scales were a sh of color on the dullndscape of colors. And 4th Company was working hard, brave [Soldiers] aiding in the safety of their city.

 Hear that cheering?

 Captain Wikir grinned at his Wing Commander as she rode slowly down a hill towards them. Embria smiled slightly.

 Good sounds, arent they? Keep it up, Wikir. Nice show.

 Anything for the city, Wing Commander. And these elections.

 Wikir flicked at his fur. Embria nodded. She scratched the spines on the back of her head. The cheering was indeeding from the city, and it was a surprise, but one that made both her and Wikir smile with pleasure. The army seldom received des when it returned home, but that was understandable. There were often issues. But a smaller group, say, 4th Company? It seemed theyd finally won the trust of the city. Theyd only had to fight in a siege to do it.

 Were making good progress. Three nests for 3rd Company already. Dont fall behind.

 We wont. And well toast to you at Wishdrinks tonight.

 Wikir grinned. Embria eyed him.

 Ill take that. You have night duty again tonight. Three days of break after that. Ill beer, having a dinner.

 With Sergeantno, Senior Guardsman Relc?

 Embria hesitated. She nodded casually, looking past Wikir at the teams working down the Floodins.

 Is that a problem?

 The Gnoll thought carefully, watching his squad sting another pit with mes. Sergeant Gna kicked a Shield Spider into the pit.

 Not from me, or my squad, Wing Commander. There was some talk when he appeared for morning practice. But you cant fault the fact that hes the only one better than you on the courts. And its not like its private ground; the Adventurers Guild is anyones territory. So

 Embria nodded.

 Just let me know if theres realints. Lieutenant Kesa can run her mouth.

 Will do. And it helps that Senior Guardsman Relc appeared early. Beat half the trainees to be up.

 The middle-aged Gnoll caught the smile on Embrias lips before she schooled her face. But he liked the pleased look hed seen. It had been too long.

 Thats my duh, Senior Guardsman Relc. He may have quit, but you never forget. Punctual as always.

 That didnt actually sound like the Relc that Wikir knew. But he kept his mouth shut. The cheering picked up from the walls of the city. He half-turned to look, trying not to show Embria his wagging tail.

 Looks like the civilians really like seeing Shield Spiders getting taken out.

 Embria nodded, very pleased. She looked back towards the city.

 Everyone enjoys a bit of action, Wikir. Especially exterminating monsters. Why dont we have the [Captains] and [Lieutenants] use some shier Skills? We canwhats that?

 Wikirs head turned. For a second he didnt spot what Embria was looking at. Then his eyes narrowed.

 Reinforcements? Waitno

 The Gnoll [Captain]s curse was an echo of the oath that Embria shouted. The 4th Company and nearby City Watch [Guards] looked up. And they saw what Liscors citizens had already spotted from their walls. They turned.

 It was a pounding in the ground that heralded them. As fast as a racing heartbeat. And there they came, out of the city gates, five abreast. Their shells gleaming. They ran forwards, apanied by cheers from above. And their colors glowed in the morning light.

 There they went. On the other side of the city, over the muddy hills, trampling newly growing grass shoots underfoot. Then, stopping. Pausing, to stare at the grass. At new life poking upwards, frantically growing. Staring at little insects and worms busily surviving in the mud. A passing bird. And of course, the sky.

 Three hundred. Far fewer than the City Watch deployed en masse, and farrger than the 4th Company of Liscor. But the Soldiers were an army unto themselves. They poured into the Floodins and up the first hill, an unstoppable wave. Not just regr Soldiers either; they all bore markings on their carapaces, on their bodies. Each one was unique, each one individual.

 The Painted Soldiers. But that wasnt what chilled Embrias blood in her veins. It was the figure leading them. A giant among the Soldiers. Like the rest, his carapace was marked by color. But he stood out again. Because his body bore no paint. The yellow stters of color sshed across his chest, arms, legs, even his neck stood out. He led them.

 Yellow Stters. The [Sergeant] stood out even from the other Soldiers. He led them at a charge up the next hill; the Antinium sprinted after him. They didnt pace themselves; they just ran, their footfalls thundering in unison.

 Ahead of them, the City Watch was moving back. Theyd identified dozens of Shield Spider nests, but, Embria noticed only now, hadnt actually begun destroying any of them. She watched, with equal parts loathing and apprehension as the Antinium ran to the unearthed pits, spreading out. Forming squads. Like her own.

 The Painted Soldiers moved precisely, adopting squads, spreading out with an efficiency that put the 4th Company of Liscors army to shame. It was a connection facilitated by their Queen, by their nature. Soldiers were no True Antinium, but bereft ofnguage, they had a connection that bordered on instinct. They could read bodynguage, and like one multi-bodied organism, they could react to threats within moments, without needing vocalmand.

 And yet, the Painted Soldiers paused as they reached the first line of Shield Spider nests. And they turned their heads and bodies, looking up. At him, Yellow Stters. And the [Sergeant] knew they were waiting for his order. So he raised one arm.

 He did not have to open his mandibles. He could have nodded, or just tilted his head a fraction of a centimeter. The Soldiers could have known what to do in a hundred more efficient ways. But he stood straighter. And the Soldiers below him looked, waiting. They wanted to hear him say it. Because he could. So Yellow Stters pointed. And his voice was quiet, but they heard it in their minds, bodies, and souls.

 Forwards.

 It was onemand. But it triggered an avnche. The Painted Soldiers poured forwards. They charged and Embria saw the first, a Soldier with white-blue paint covering his shell like snow, leap. He crashed into the first Shield Spider pit, and Embria saw a Shield Spider go flying out of the pit a secondter.

 More Soldiers crashed into the pits after the first. They fought in brutal symphony, crushing, breaking, tearing apart the spiders with their four arms and legs. And before Embria could blink, the first Soldiers were already climbing out of the first pit, their bodies stained with Shield Spider blood.

 Dead gods.

 Wikir breathed, his face slightly pale under his fur. Embrias voice snapped as she turned to him.

 Get ahold of yourself, Wikir. Theyre aiding in the cleanup too. Get your squads moving! All of 4th Company, stop cking off! Do you want the damn Antinium to show you up!?

 Her voice roused the 4th Company. They set back to work with a will. But the Painted Soldiers were moving even faster. If Embrias [Soldiers] were running, the Painted Soldiers were sprinting. One with pink stripes reached down and ripped a Shield Spiders head off his body. Another lifted a spider asrge as he was up, capturing four of the eight legs and another mercilessly pounded the spiders exposed belly until it burst.

 Embria had seen Antinium fight. She had killed them. But even she was taken aback by the ferocity of this group. She watched them destroy another nest in less than a minute. Then her eyes travelled to the logical source of this oddity.

 Him. Yellow Stters had paused on a hill, arms folded like Embria. But he leapt into motion as she watched.

 A giant Shield Spider, a mother, a matriarch asrge as two wagons had taken objection to the ughter of her kin. She unearthed herself, mbering after a group of [Guards] that fled her and a swarm of her kin. The angry giant Shield Spider crawled after them. Embria swore.

 2nd Squad, with me! Captain Vell

 She charged her horse down the hill, her spear ready. But she was too slow. The Antinium were already on the move. A squad of eighteen Painted Soldiers rammed into the Shield Spiders, scattering them like pins. The giant Shield Spider screeched in fury. She snapped her mandibles, taking a Soldier by the chest. He struggled as she lifted him. And Yellow Stters struck the giant Shield Spiders side.

 The crash as the [Sergeant] hit the Shield Spider made Embrias horse halt. Embria watched as Yellow Stters punched, cracking the mother spiders side, then reached up. He grabbed a huge leg, and pulled.

 The leg came out of the body. Yellow Stters ducked as the giant Shield Spider swung towards him, letting go of the Soldier shed captured. The [Sergeant] punched away a huge mandible. He retreated, but only to use the leg like a club, bashing at the smaller Shield Spiders around him. And then the rest of the Painted Soldiers arrived. They leapt, grabbing at the giant spider, breaking her legs, hammering at her sides, killing the smaller ones.

 In minutes the corpse had stopped twitching. The Soldiers moved past Embria and the silent [Captains] whod answered her call. The Drakes and Gnolls watched as Yellow Stters ran forwards. The Painted Soldiers streamed after him.

 Ancestors. Wing Commander. Is that what this new breed of Antinium can do? Some kind of improvement over regr ones?

 Captain Vell, unnaturally pale, breathed out slowly. She lookeduneasy. Embria couldnt apply frightened to Vell. But Embria herself felt rattled.

 Ill add more notes to my report. High Command is aware of this new type. Butdamn them. They actually did it. Thats more than a Prognugator. Thats a leader.

 Embria red at Yellow Stters. She pointed at the [Sergeant]. Vell nced at her, confused.

 Theres a difference?

 Oh yes.

 The crimson-scaled Wing Commander bit out. She watched Yellow Stters pointing and the Soldiers charging past him. They were too animated, even for Antinium Soldiers. She shook her head and then looked back at her officers.

 I never had the privilege of watching General Shivertail fight. Let alone General Sserys. But I heard that Zel Shivertail was no genius of strategy. And his army-wide Skills were few and far between. He was a monster in closebat and practically undefeatable there. But what made him terrifying was his skill as a leader. Not just a [Leader]. When he led, it was said that the Drake [Soldiers] who followed him turned into rampaging warbeasts, everyst one of them. When he was fighting for home, no army from Baleros, Chandrar, the north, or anywhere else stood a chance. Because it was him.

 Vells eyes widened. Then her jaw dropped when she realized what Embria was implying. The Wing Commander shook her head.

 Maybe hes low level. Or maybe hes just hiding his true abilities. It doesnt matter. He may not have a Skill, but when he starts getting somesome leaders are like that. Some [Squad Captains] too. But theyre a different breed from nners, or even regr [Generals]. I hear the Bannermare of Baleros and the King of Destruction are both nearly as good as General Shivertail was.

 But Wing Commanderthe Antinium dont have morale.

 Captain Pielt protested. Wikir growled in disgust. He pped Pielt across the back of the head with a paw.

 Thats what you see, Captain Vell? Pluck out your damn eyes, then.

 The others went silent. They looked at Embria. She followed Yellow Stters with her eyes. The Painted Soldier was moving on, letting his Soldiers clear nest after nest at breakneck speed. He was a reflection of her, standing alone. And that bothered Embria most of all. She saw him turn his head. And for a moment their eyes met.

 Then Embria turned away in disgust. Disgust and unease. Because she wasnt sure if she had seen an anomaly, or a new type of Antinium, one far more terrifying than even the flying monsters or the color-changing assassins. She looked at the quiet 4th Company and snapped.

 Well? Do you want them to take all the credit? Back to work! st those nests! Officers, use your best Skills! The Antinium may be machines, but they dont have magic or Skills!

 Yet.

 Vell muttered as she trudged back to her squad. Embria paused. And that one word scared her more than anything else. She turned back to watch. With the people of Liscor. The Painted Antinium marched on.

 Onwards, across the Floodins. Bright colors on dark shells. And they wereughing. Because he led them.

 And he hade back.

 -

 Wow. Thats something.

 Erin Solstice stood on the hill outside of her inn, watching the battle. Well, it was charitable to call it a battle. It looked to her like pest extermination. The Shield Spiders certainly had about as much of a chance as regr spiders against the City Watch, the 4th Company and the Painted Antinium.

 Maybe if theyd been the giant behemoths that had assaulted Tyrion Veltras army they could have fought back. But Shield Spiders of the smaller variety were dangerous to individuals. Not armies.

 Erin wasnt participating in the culling of course; she was just watching. With a ss of lemonade in one hand, the most appropriate drink in the world. She nced at it as she took another sip through a wooden straw.

 I had no idea that lemons were this plentiful on Izril.

 Not Izril. Theyre usually native to Baleros. But Oteslia, one of the Walled Cities, is famous for growing nts from across the world. They drive the cost down. Although its still going to be a lot pricier than, say, cider. But we can sell this well. Im surprised I havent ever had anything like this.

 Lyte stepped up to watch with Erin. She had a pitcher of fresh lemonade in one hand. She nced at Erin.

 Something else from your world?

 One of the most popr drinks in the world. Besides Coke. Its a ssic.

 Erin sipped her drink absently. Lyte nodded. She poured a small cup and reached down. A furry paw reached up for it.

 Thats your second ss. You only get two, Mrsha. And dont share with Apista.

 The Gnoll nodded seriously. Then she drew a smiley face and patted her stomach.

 Oh? d you like it, Mrsha. Well try it on our guests tonight. But its really great for hot weather, you know. Either waygive me another cup, Lyte?

 The [Princess] nodded. She handed Erin her cup and then filled another from a table. There were tables outside on the grass, and chairs. And customers. It was a special Shield Spider viewing morning, with a special on breakfast. Lytes idea.

 Thanks.

 Erin handed Lyte back her drink, took the new one, and went to find some of her guests. She slipped down one hill, bncing her drinks.

 Whoop. Whoop! Slippery! No, Mrsha, dont follow. Whoah, darn. Got some on my hands.

 She tsked, climbing up another hill with a much less steep gradient, and found a group at the top. Erin smiled and raised her cup.

 Hey! Anyone want to try some lemonade?

 The figures on the hill looked up. Pawn, kneeling in a patch of grass and pressing two of his hands to a Soldiers leg, looked up. The Soldier was sitting on the ground. He had an open wound from which green blood was oozing. Orhad been oozing. Erin blinked. His leg was healed. The Shield Spider bite hed suffered was closed. As she watched, Pawn drew his hands back and the Soldier flexed his leg experimentally.

 Nice. Using some healing potions, huh, Pawn?

 The Worker jumped. He hesitated, then nodded judiciously.

 I have been doing healing, Erin. Thank you. Fortunately, few Soldiers are getting injured. The Shield Spiders are not really a threat and Yellow Stters is leading the others.

 So I saw.

 Erin stared at the Painted Soldiers, still killing nests. It had been four hours and they werent slowing down. Neither was 4th Company; the [Soldiers] seemed determined to win thispetition, if it was one. The City Watch had decided it was not and started trudging back to the city. Erin anticipated guests to her inn. She decided Lyte could handle it with the mornings staff. She took another sip from her drink and smiled.

 Mm. Here. You want a lemonade, guys?

 She offered it to Pawn and the Soldier. The Soldier, who had bright green vines twining up his legs, looked at Pawn. The Worker hesitated.

 What is it?

 Sweet lemonade. Thats lemons plus water. And sugar.

 Ah. We can consume that. Please give it to Twisted Vines. I will have someter, if there is more.

 Sure. Hello, Twisted Vines! Want some?

 Erin offered the Soldier the cup. Reverentially, as if he were receiving the holy grail itself, the Soldier clumsily took the cup. He raised it to his mandibles and gently poured some of the liquid into his mouth. He paused. Erin and Pawn watched. Then, slowly, the Soldier poured a single drop of the lemonade into his mouth. He paused. For twenty seconds. Then he did it again.

 Uh

 Pawn nodded. He looked at Erin.

 He is savoring it. He doesnt wish to waste the lemonade, Erin. It is delicious to him.

 Twisted Vines raised one of his free hands and nodded. He ducked it, almost timidly at Erin. Embarrassed, the [Innkeeper] looked at her nearly empty cup.

 He can have more! Thats what refills are for!

 Nevertheless. Thank you, Erin.

 Pawn said it so genuinely that Erin had to turn and go bright red for a second. There was something off-putting about how grateful Antinium could be for a cup of lemonade. Even though she was used to it, it could hurt. But it also made the world clearer. Erin nodded.

 Youre going to tend to the injured here? You can do it at my inn, Pawn.

 I should be closer to them. Just in case.

 The [Acolyte] rubbed two of his hands together absently. He watched as the Soldiers moved towards them. Erin nodded. She sipped, found her cup was empty, and nodded.

 If you like. Ill be at my inn, reevaluating my life and being grateful and stuff. Come on over when youre done! Bring your Soldiers! Lyte wants to sell them stuff.

 I will. Thank you.

 Pawn watched Erin go. Then he turned to Twisted Vines. The Painted Soldier was still savoring the cup, drop by drop. Pawn hesitated. Twisted Vines nced at him, then carefully put the cup down. He stood up.

 You may stay. Finish your cup before you leave. Thatsnecessary for your full recovery.

 The Worker ordered Twisted Vines. The Soldier nced at hisrades, but did sit and pick up the cup. He drank, but more swiftly now. And Pawn stared at his hands.

 All four of them. Then he looked at Twisted Vines leg. Gone was the visible interior flesh that had been exposed by the Shield Spiders sharp mandibles. Pawn noted the remnants of the blood.

 Your wound doesnt hurt? Did you feel any undue pain when I washealing it? Does it feel functional now?

 Twisted Vines paused. He regarded his leg, then looked up and shook his head. Then he hesitated, and carefully put a thumb up. Purple Smiles must have taught him that.

 Good. Inform me if it does hurt afterwards.

 Again, Twisted Vines nodded. He sat on the ground, finished his cup of lemonade, and then stood up. Pawn realized the Soldier had no idea what to do with the cup.

 I will take it back to Erin. You may go. If you must.

 Twisted Vines nodded. He handed the cup to Pawn, then turned and rejoined his brethren. Pawn sat on his hill and watched them fighting. He felt a desire to be below. But he knew he would struggle to keep up just with the Soldiers as they ran. And he had been assigned to this hill, to rtive secrecy. Because Klbkch did not want many people seeing Pawn using his new Skill.

 A new Skill. And Yellow Stters. Pawn didnt know which surprised him more. But he took both. Oh, he took what he had been given. And he had never felt more grateful.

 He was back. Yellow Stters. And part of Pawns internal hell, his damnation, had eased when he saw Yellow Stters. But the [Sergeant] wasmore than he had ever been. Far more. In body and in other ways. Pawn saw the Painted Antinium moving closer to the inn. And he realized they were done, at least for the moment.

 Soldiers were streaming back across the Floodins, many towards the city. Some were collecting the more edible Shield Spider corpses for processing. The rest were following Yellow Stters. He directed them with efficient movements of his four hands, using the silentmunication method of the Hives Soldiers. And in that he was familiar to Pawn. The Worker raised a hand as he walked down the hill towards him.

 Yellow Stters.

 The [Sergeant] looked up at him. And then his mandibles opened in a smile. And he spoke.

 Pawn.

 And that word changed everything. Pawn halted for a moment. Yellow Stters could speak. A Soldier could speak. But that wasnt all. Yellow Stters gestured to the Soldiers behind him with one hand as another pointed at the inn. Still two more were singling out Soldiers in the group behind him.

 I have two injured. Firestones, Azure Clouds, Pawn will tend to your wounds. The rest of you, proceed to The Wandering Inn. You will receive food there.

 The Soldiers obediently trooped ahead as two moved out of the ground. Pawn saw a bloody wrist on one of the four arms, and the second Soldier had a cut on one abdomen and cracks around his leg armor, perhaps from a bad fall. He reached out for them, even as he stared at Yellow Stters, still with that awe.

 He could speak. Fluently. Yellow Stters had the natural intonation and speed of any natural speaker. He was better than Bird. And his voice was deep,manding. Without hesitation. He was the same in many ways. But oh, so different.

 Let me heal you.

 Pawn directed his attention back to the two injured Soldiers. Firestones and Azure Clouds obediently let Pawn press his hands against their wounds. The Antinium Soldier with burning coals etched onto his body in paint didnt move as Pawn put his hands over his cut wrist.

 Be healed.

 The words were simple. But the prayer Pawn gave for that very thing to happen were from the core of his heart. And part of what was in that prayer was doubt. Uncertainty. But also hope. And faith that his hope would bePawn took his hands back. And the wrist, though stained with blood, was whole. Firestones looked down at his wrist, and the Soldiers antennae waved with amazement.

 You too, Azure Clouds.

 The other Soldier let Pawn put his hands on his legs and stomach. And when Pawn removed the hands, the wounds were healed. Just like that. A healing potion could have done the same, but Pawn felt the healing being done. As if some of him had gone into the two. He felt tired, but only slightly. And they were healed. Yellow Stters nodded.

 Join the others. We will follow you.

 The two Soldiers nodded. They walked past Pawn. But Yellow Stters stopped them with a hand on each shoulder as they passed him. The giant among Soldiers, barely more than a few inches taller than the two below him, looked at the two.

 You have done well. Eat and rest. It is earned.

 That was all. But the two Painted Soldiers walked with more pride back to the inn than Pawn had seen in themever. The Worker looked at Yellow Stters as the [Sergeant] held a hand to help Pawn up.

 You are different.

 -

 The two walked up the hill of The Wandering Inn slowly, side by side. Their heights were different. Their bodies simrly contrasting. But they were both Antinium. And they both knew each other. But Pawn felt like a stranger. Perhaps Yellow Stters did too, because he kept ncing at Pawn.

 It was one of the first times they had been alone. Since Yellow Stters reveal in the streets of Liscor, that was. True, a day had passed. But Klbkch had kept Yellow Stters moving, repeating his message of support for Krshia. And then the [Sergeant] had been surrounded by the Painted Soldiers. Pawn didnt begrudge that. But now, walking with Yellow Stters, he didnt know what to say. He had a thousand questions. Ten thousand words. But how to begin?

 I am different. But the same. I can speak. And say the many things I would have before my death.

 What things?

 Gratitude. Regret. Frustrationat not being able to say these things. Questions for you. Ideas. Things the Soldiers need. Questions. Thanks.

 The [Sergeant] looked at Pawn. The Worker shook his head.

 I didnt do enough. I was

 Our salvation.

 No.

 Yes.

 No, really

 Yes.

 Pawn looked up at Yellow Stters. The [Sergeant] smiled. And they reached the inn bearing a silence more profound than any Pawn had shared with Yellow Stters until now. And then Pawn saw the doors were wide open. And he heard a familiar voice.

 Pawn! Yellow Stters! Come in! Lemonade for my guys!

 Erin swept over to them in an instant. The tables were filled with Painted Soldiersforty nine of them to be exact. Each one had a bowl and was eating as they watched a performance on stage. Erin herself came to Pawn. She beamed as she grabbed some lemonade off a tray.

 Here. Its fresh. Want some soup? Ive got a big pot of this really great soup Lyte came up with. Here, sit, sit! Its so good to see you, Yellow Stters. I mean, we said hi.

 Yes.

 The [Sergeant] sat at a table offered by Erin. Pawn remembered Erin hugging Yellow Stters after shed found hed returned. Even now she looked misty-eyed, but she was already waving for more soup.

 Here! Its hot, fresh, and uh, probably not gluten!

 The bowl steamed as it appeared in front of Pawn. It was a clear broth with obvious bits of pork and what might have been yets mixed in with some other greens. Pawn raised a spoon before he could help himself. Instantly, his mouth was flooded with vor. It had been far, far too long since hede aboveground.

 Its delicious, Erin.

 Really? Im d. This is only like fifty of the Soldiers, though, right? Are you bringing more in? Lytes making a huge batch!

 Erin pointed at the kitchen. Pawn hesitated. Both he and Yellow Stters had been given the mornings orders by Klbkch, but hed said nothing about the Soldiers having food. Just that they would meet him here.

 Ibelieve only fifty are normally allowed aboveground except for formal operations. But these Soldiers can rotate with the others.

 Gotcha. Ill let Lyte know. Oh! And weve got special spoons and bowls for them to eat with. Ill get

 Erin half-rose, ncing down at the table. Pawn looked down too and nearly dropped his spoon. He stared at Yellow Stters.

 Your hands.

 Pawn hadnt noticed it before, but even Yellow Stters hands were different. Two of his four arms were a Soldiers arms. Functional. Deadly. Capped by clumsy fingers more suited for making a deadly fist with than any other task. They could dig and fight and manipte some things, but crudely. But the other two arms, the higher of the four, hand been changed.

 The limbs were thick. Reinforced. Suited forbat. But the hands were hands. Five digits, like a Workers fingers had reced Yellow Stters previous hands. And they were gripping the spoon Erin had given him, meant for her regr clientele and Workers. As Erin and Pawn watched, he brought it up and transferred some soup into his mouth.

 Delicately, carefully. As if he had always known how to use a spoon up till this moment. But he had never had a chance. Yellow Stters looked up, noticing the stares.

 Thank you, Erin Solstice. It is good soup.

 Erins jaw dropped.

 You can speak. I mean, I know you can. Butwow. You can speak.

 I can. And I will never be silent again.

 Yellow Stters looked at the two of them and nodded once more. He tapped his chest with one finger even as another grabbed his cup and a third lifted the spoon towards his mouth again.

 Before, I had no words. That was me. And then I had words but no voice. And now I have more words. And theye from the same silent Soldier. And from heaven. From the voices of the many who have never had the chance to speak.

 Pawn was struck silent. Erin just looked at him, thoughtfully.

 Im so d. ListenI want to talk to you two, but theres a lot of guests. Just sit there and wave if you want anything. Ive gotta actually do my job for a bit. Coming, Lyte!

 She stood up and went for the kitchen where Lyte had been waving at her urgently. Pawn looked back at Yellow Stters. The [Sergeant] was silent as he ate his soup as greedily as any Soldier. Come to itPawn looked down and realized he was eating the delicious soup as well.

 The Antiniums meal was silent; they didnt want to waste the food by talking, but it was interrupted near the end. A Drake and a Gnoll, regr guests, hesitantly came towards the table. The Drake nudged the Gnoll, and the Gnoll nudged back. They were both male, and atst, the Drake cleared his throat.

 Hell of a thing. The uh, Shield Spider culling that was. We saw it from the walls. YoureYellow Stters, right? The Soldier? Thewar hero?

 Skepticism was written all over his voice. Yellow Stters nodded. He put down his spoon and stood up. The Drake and Gnoll stepped back fast and the nearby tables turned to look, but Yellow Stters voice was calm and measured.

 I am Yellow Stters. [Sergeant] of the Painted Antinium unit of the Free Antinium. Son of Liscor.

 Oh? Wow. Uh, a pleasure. Sisl Taltail. And this is my friend, Wilr. We were just askingare the Antinium really nning on funding an expansion to Liscor?

 The Drake was clearly nervous and he didnt hold out his w to shake hands, which Pawn understood as being customary. But he didnt run screaming either. Yellow Stters nodded.

 Senior Guardsman Klbkch would not lie.

 Of course not! I justso the Antinium are willing to give gold to Liscor? Just like that?

 The Drake nced around. And Pawn saw some more non-Antinium customers lean in. Yellow Stters nodded coolly.

 We are pledged to defend Liscor. That also means defending the interests of the city. We do not break our promises. Vote for Krshia Silverfang. And we will build your city. Workers to build and Soldiers to guard. It is our city too, after all.

 He looked around. Sisl opened his mouth for a second, and then nodded.

 Okay. Thank you.

 He backed off, staring at Yellow Stters, but his Gnoll friend looked almost impressed. Yellow Stters sat back down. Pawn stared at him as well.

 You speak with authority.

 Yes. Should I not?

 The [Sergeant] looked nkly at Pawn. The Worker hesitated.

 But where does ite from?

 The Soldier pondered the question. Then he kept eating because the soup was going cold. He raised one cup, sipped from it, and answered.

 Heaven, perhaps.

 -

 Senior Guardsman Klbkch entered The Wandering Inn shortly after cleaning up some mud from his gear. Hed participated in the Shield Spider culling too, but the City Watch had vacated the field after the Painted Soldiers had proved so effective. Still, it was because of Relcs tardiness that he and Relc reached the inn after the Painted Soldiers had been there for a good fifteen minutes. That irked Klbkch, slightly. He would have preferred to study Yellow Stters in person. Because the [Sergeant], the unique Soldier among Soldiers was an enigma.

 He had changed. Not that Klbkch had interacted much with the previous Yellow Stters. But this new Soldier was different. Confident. Even outspoken. Had death changed him? Had a voice only unearthed what was there to begin with? Klbkch didnt know. But today his mind was overfull with questions, spections, and, perhaps, a bit of surprise.

 Pawn and Yellow Stters. One was predictable, at least in part. Klbkch had known about the Rite of Anastases being a sess, even if he hadnt been prepared for the personality of the [Sergeant]. But Pawn?

 A Skill unlike any other. The potential of that power isor is it not? I must know what Xrn thinks.

 The Antinium sat himself down at a table at the back of the room, observing Yellow Stters and Pawn. A yawn came from his left.

 What was that, Klb?

 Nothing, Relc. And I am still irate at you. You are more slothful today than usual, which is an impressive event.

 Thanks.

 It is not apliment.

 Relc sighed. He stretched out, and Klbkch leaned out of the way of an errant arm.

 Bite me. Im tired, alright? I had to wake up super-early because of my kidand she spars way too hard!

 By that, do you mean she puts forth actual effort?

 Bite me.

 I will endeavor to do so if you continue irking me.

 Yeah, yeahhey! Close those mandibles!

 Relc sat up, groaning. He nced at the stage and brightened.

 Ooh! New y! Awesome! Hey, mind if we get a closer seat?

 I suppose it is not out of the question. I have to speak with my subordinates.

 Relc was already getting up, tail wagging as the yers of Celum began a y Klbkch didnt recognize. He nodded absently.

 Cool, cool. Wow, its busy in here. Look at all these Soldiers. And jerks drinking my blue fruit juice. Which is yellow. Is that a new drink? Hey! Hey, Ill havedamn. What do you want, Klbkch?

 I will have an ale. And a bowl of the soup. Please order it for me.

 Relc raised a hand as he sauntered forwards. Klbkch walked towards the table with Pawn and Yellow Stters. He sat across from them.

 Report.

 The two looked up, mildly startled. Klbkch stared at them. They wereit was so strange, looking at them. Not because of their bodies, but because of what they represented. An incalcble amount of worth each, where generations upon generations of Soldiers and Workers had died, sacrificed in the hopes of bing exactly what they were.

 But now Klbkch had them, he wasnt certain what to do with them. He wasnt certain he rememberedwhat it was like to have other thinking Individuals in his Hive. Could he trust them with the Antiniums true purpose? Did his Queen? Klbkch didnt know. But they were valuable.

 And yetKlbkch looked at them. And he felt little connection, little to emphasize or even sympathize with in them. They were so unlike the Antinium he had known.

 He feltold.

 -

 I see.

 Pawn still felt uneasy talking to Klbkch. Now that he had met so many people, even other Antinium, he could sense Klbkchs reserve like a wall in front of him. The Revntor of the Hive listened impatiently as both gave their reports. Yellow Stters was shorter than Pawns; Klbkch listened intently as Pawn described healing four Soldiers.

 That aligns with both tests I had you perform. It appears your ability recharges itself after rest. Much like Skills in that category.

 Yes, Klbkch.

 Pawn ducked his head. Klbkch stared at him. Then his gaze shifted to Yellow Stters.

 Yourbat ability is also improved, despite your loss of ten levels from resurrection. It is to be expected as well. The Free Queen had modified your body for improved muscture and performance.

 Yes. Will all Soldiers be like me?

 Yellow Stters looked at his hands. Klbkch shook his head instantly.

 Changing thespecific forms of the Soldiers creation is an intensive process. It is one thing to shape an Antinium as it is being formed. Another to make the process default, without the need for supervision. You are unique.

 Then I will lead the Painted Soldiers. That is my duty.

 Again, Klbkch shook his head. The Revntors voice was sharp, and Klbkch himself felt annoyed.

 Your duty is to survive. You are an investment in time and effort. Let other Soldiers die before you.

 He waited for Yellow Stters affirmative, but the Soldier didnt immediately give it. He stared at Klbkch, and the Revntor felt a prickle on his carapace. If it had been any other Soldier before then, Klbkch would have taken that as a sign of potential Aberration or Individuality. Yellow Stters folded two of his arms.

 I am unlike any other Soldier. I am their leader. That was why I was brought back. I lead them. So does Purple Smiles. We must lead because we do what they cannot. If we die leading from the front, that is inevitable.

 Pawn sucked in his breath. Klbkch just stared. It sounded like an echo of an argument hed had once in the past. He hesitated. And something inside of him twisted. It was an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling. Like when he had seen Erin hurt. But he felt it now?

 You have your orders.

 But I am no Soldier. I am their [Sergeant]. I must show them courage.

 Klbkch sat back in his chair. Pawn was afraid, but Yellow Stters didnt look away. For a moment the Revtor just looked at Yellow Stters and Pawn. And he felt the strange, pained, familiar tugging inside of him worsen. Like arrowheads, cutting into his heart.

 Atst he roused himself. Klbkch put thorns into his words this time. He stared at Yellow Stters and opened his mandibles slowly.

 Courage? Courage is a value of heroes. Of champions, of other species. It is not an Antinium concept. We have had heroes. They are dead. And you cannot rece them, Yellow Stters. You are not Galuc. He was Centenium. Taller than you. Stronger. You bear a wed, iplete copy of his body. You are weak. Weaker than I and far weaker than he. I know this. Because I am Centenium. You are a Soldier. So obey.

 He met Yellow Stters gaze until the Soldier nodded. Klbkch turned to Pawn.

 And you. You can heal a smaller wound in moments. Six times in an hour. Any quality healing potion can do far better. This ability is unprecedented. Useful. But neither of you two have qualities invaluable to the Hive. Cultivating those abilities is your function.

 He felt a twinge of guilt at those words. Why? Klbkch forced it down and went on.

 Both of you are forbidden from discussing the nature of your sses or levels. Especially in Pawns case. Nor will you reveal any secrets of the Hive. Is that understood?

 Yes, Revntor Klbkch.

 Yes.

 They said the words quietly. Meekly even. And Klbkch felt as if he were lecturing two rookie [Guards] in the City Watch. Only, he wouldnt have used those words. There was need for empathy in the Watch. And Klbkch had a small attachment to some of the [Guards]. But Antinium werent the same. Soldiers and Workers were

 Disposable. But these two werent. Klbkch hesitated. He could see hurt in Pawns expression. And Yellow Stters?

 They waited. Klbkch opened and closed his mandibles a few times. And that roiling feeling in his stomach forced the next sentences out of his mandibles.

 Continue exceeding my expectations. A rotation offifty Soldiers may remain aboveground at all times under supervision as per our agreement with Liscor. They may stay at Erins inn during permissible work hours, or continue patrolling the city.

 The two Workers couldnt blink, but they did move slightly in shock. Klbkch stood up briskly. Yellow Stters raised a hand.

 Revntor Klbkch. May I also request a stipend for the Soldiers? As a rewardas motivation for further growth and advancement?

 Pawn held his breath. Klbkch never granted him arger budget. The Revntor hesitated. Then, almost grudgingly, he turned back and nodded.

 Four silver coins and six copper per Soldier or Worker. You may withdraw a lesser bag of holding for usage.

 Abruptly, he walked away. Pawn gaped with his mandibles open at his back. Yellow Stters lowered his hand slowly. They looked at each other until Erin Solstice came back out of the kitchen.

 Hey! Sorry, I had to help make some food real quick. Was Klbkch just here? Was he nice? I heard him talking to you when I passed.

 He is our Revntor. His job is not tofort us, Erin. He was very instructive.

 Pawn answered diplomatically, staring at Klbkchs back. Erin pursed her lips, unconvinced. She leaned over and shouted at Klbkch.

 Klbkch! Youre a bad dad!

 Pawn froze up at his table. He saw Klbkch turn around in his chair. The Senior Guardsman eyed Pawn and then addressed Erin.

 I am not their father in any sense of the word.

 Says you! Relcs a better dad!

 Relc looked up as he slurped from a bowl. Heughed and pped Klbkch on the shoulder.

 Hah! Hear that, Klb?

 Do not hit me.

 Klbkch jabbed Relc with an elbow. He looked almost irritated at Erin, certainly at Relc. He was expressive with them. Not with Pawn or Yellow Stters. The Worker wasnt sureno, he was sure how he felt about that. Erin put her hands on her hips in disgust.

 That guy. Im gonna give him what for when I get to his table. But for nowsorry. I forgot to do this! Here, Yellow Stters, lean in?

 Lean wh

 The [Sergeant] looked up. He moved back and Erin surprised him and Pawn both by grabbing their shoulders. She hugged them both, a long, tight hug that warmed both Antinium from within. They stared at each other, and then at her. Pawn hesitantly reached a hand up. Yellow Stters was still.

 Im d youre back.

 That was all Erin said to Yellow Stters. But her watery eyes said it all. She wiped at them.

 Thank you. I never got to say it, but thank you. When the Goblin Lord andI saw your guys. And Pawn told me what you did. Im so sorrybut thank you. I know it seems like they died for nothing. But you saved me. And I wish

 She sniffed hard and wiped her eyes again. Pawn looked at Erin, aghast at her tears. He stood up.

 It was not in vain. They are in

 A hand grabbed one of his. Yellow Stters looked at Pawn and the Worker froze. Erin didnt notice. She wiped her eyes again and smiled brightly.

 It wasnt in vain. I know that. Definitely. And I want to do somethingoh! Hold on. Let me get something for you.

 She hurried back into the kitchen, calling for Lyte again. Pawn looked at Yellow Stters. He sat.

 Why did you stop me?

 It is not for her.

 What? Heaven? I know that. But she can know they are there.

 Yellow Stters shook his head after a moments pause.

 But it is not hers.

 The Worker looked at him. Pawn opened his mandibles, but he couldnt conceive of arguing. Instead, he sat closer to the table. And some of the questions bubbling away at him poured out.

 What is it like? Are there gods there? Is it in the clouds? How manyhow many of us are there? Is it reallyheaven?

 His heart beat anxiously in his chest. And he believed, he tried to believe, he truly did. But the proof sat in front of him. And when Yellow Stters met his eyes, Pawn felt hope and something as pure as faith blossom in his chest.

 Yes. It is there.

 Pawn exhaled. Slowly. The feeling he had was

 How? Was it always there? What does it

 Yellow Stters was shaking his head.

 Only those who believed could find it. And it was

 The [Sergeant] broke off. He reached up, his mandibles opening and closing, towards the ceiling.

 It looked likefeltlikeas

 The words trailed off. Atst, the Soldier sat back and shook his head. He met Pawns gaze.

 If there were words that could describe it, it could be built here. But there are not. It wassatisfying.

 Satisfying?

 The Workers antennae waved in puzzlement. Yellow Stters nodded slowly, mulling it over.

 More than that word. Yes. Satisfying. Peaceful. Warm. But fragile. It must be guarded and grown. By the Painted Antinium. They must know it exists, and fight for it. Fight to live so that death has worth.

 Each sentence struck Pawn like a blow. He wanted to fall to his knees. Instead, he gripped the table, ovee by wordless emotion. Atst, he looked up. And his voice trembled.

 I am so sorry. I asked so much. I did not know the cost. If I could have, I would have died. But they all of them

 It was what hed wanted to say. Had to say. The words poured out.

 should have stopped you. Or listened. Or done something better. The spellsI didnt know. I had to do it for Erin. But II

 He trembled like a leaf. Yellow Stters looked at Pawn until the shaking words ran out and Pawn was just shaking. Then the [Sergeant] reached forwards with two hands. He rested them on Pawns shoulder, and two more found Pawns hands on the table. The Painted Soldier spoke.

 We forgive you.

 And if Antinium could but weep, Pawn would have. But he had not learned how. So he only sat, ovee, until Erin came back with something in her hands.

 Hey guuuuuuuys. Guess what I just got from our acid fly traps?

 The Worker and Soldier looked up. Theyd had breakfast, but lunch appeared in front of Pawn. And this timethe Worker inhaled suddenly as Erin ced a cup and bowl in front of him.

 Blue fruit juice. Acid fly bowl, extra heaping. With an egg on top! Sunny side up!

 She spread her hands, beaming. Pawn stared down at the bowl in front of him and Yellow Stters. Small, tiny ck shapes, acid flies sans the acidic abdomens, were piled up in the bowl. A fried egg glistened on top of the ck heap, just waiting for the yolky goodness to run down and vor the acid flies.

 Acid flies?

 Its breeding season! And you know what that means! Lyte just got a bunch. Sorry, we had to make sure Mrsha knew not to y around with them and Apista does not like them either. But yeah. This is the first bowl. Whos my taker?

 Pawn stared at Yellow Stters. Yellow Stters stared at Pawn. They both answered at once.

 He is.

 Erin pped her forehead.

 You two are too nice. Let me get another. And well have some for all the Soldiers whoe in today! Not huge portions; weve gotta build up a stock. But today?

 She looked at Yellow Stters and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling.

 Free of charge. Until we run outta acid-flies and eggs. A back-from-the-dead special.

 The [Sergeant] looked up at her. And for the first time sinceing to the inn, Pawn saw him smile. And that was so familiar, that he felt a warm feeling in his stomach. Erin beamed. Behind her, Lyte sighed. But she didnt object.

 Well then. Blue fruit juice for all! Acid flies on the house for anyone who asks! Not you, Relc. And I present to you a new y by the yers of Celum! Enjoy!

 Erin waved at the stage and the [Actors], flushed with excitement, took a pre-y bow. Another bowl and cup appeared in front of Pawn. He stared at the little bugs. Yellow Stters looked uncertain.

 I have never had these. I think.

 You must. They are the best things to eat. Ever.

 Pawn reassured him. Yellow Stters reached for his spoon, then hesitated again.

 The other Soldiers are waiting. They should have sustenance. There may not be enough.

 This was true. Pawn put a hand on Yellow Stters.

 Yes. But there will be food for all whoe. And you lead them. You must enjoy yourself.

 The [Sergeant] paused, and then nodded. He reached for his cup with another hand and Pawn took his. They touched sses, tentatively. And then both began to eat. On stage, the yers began their act. And Erin, pausing to argue with Klbkch, help serve food, came back to talk with them. And give another hug.

 Pawn ate next to Yellow Stters, deciding how long the Soldiers would get before they had to rotate out. He saw Lyte overseeing the staff, radiant, and covered with a light sheen of sweat. A little white Gnoll crept up, sniffed his bowl once, and decided she wasnt interested. And Pawn sat amid it all, in the inn where he had be him.

 He had been happier before. Deliriously happy. Overjoyed. But this was deeper. Quieter. Perhaps even more filling. The word wassatisfying. And Pawn thought he knew what heaven might be like. Someday, he would find out. But right now?

 He was just happy.

 -

 The stream of Painted Soldiers entering and leaving Erin Solstices inn was obviously a good source of revenue. And the efforts of the Antinium in clearing the Floodins had naturally aided in keeping the poption of Shield Spiders down. And yes, true, the new y was sure to be of note to anyone who valued such things. But for Liscor, the happenings of The Wandering Inn were, for once, rtively unimportant. Because something big was happening to Liscor.

 Elections. Democracy. The streets were abuzz with the idea of both. And that was the narrative which gripped the hearts and minds of Liscor. Because the world revolved around this issue. The story, the narrative of destiny depended on the oue. It wasnt about Antinium, or the inn. The main story was, obviously, Liscors story. How could it not be? And the Antinium and Yellow Stters revival, for all they were significant, were just a part of the real narrative. Backdrop.

 And the election for Liscors City Council was heating up. In the city for the third day running, traffic around Market Street came to a nearlyplete standstill. But the street was hardly inactive.

 Krshia Silverfang stood on a tform, created by a pair of [Carpenters] overnight. She didnt cup her hands to shout this time; she used a small speaking amulet to amplify her voice. And she was not alone.

 If we want to build a better Liscor, it starts with a better Council, yes? Funding for the City Watch! A better Adventurers Guild! Arger city! Force the Council to hold an election! And we will get to work.

 The Gnoll woman waved at the people standing to her right and left. And the crowd of Drakes and Gnolls in equal numbers looked up and murmured at the other three figures on the tform.

 Raekea, one of the finest smiths in the city and the best [Armorer] in truth. Elirr, a beloved [Beast Trainer]. Senior Guardswoman Beilmark, a veteran [Guardswoman] trusted by all. They waved at the crowd, and got cheers of support. Krshia raised her voice.

 You all know these Gnolls! Each one is respected! Each one would help change the city! Isnt it better to know who is on the Council, rather than let them elect themselves? Why should we not have a voice? If you agree, find the Council members! Ask them why they are not allowing a vote! And rememberwe can have a better Liscor!

 She raised her paws to a huge cheer. Because Krshias message was a simple message, and her n was easy to grasp. You could articte it after hearing it once. And the Gnolls speech had legs.

 Selys Shivertail, sitting in the shade of one of the stalls on a stool, watched how many people were moving past or in and out of Market Street. It urred to her that Krshia could use one of the citys zas, but here was the thing: you could avoid a za. It was hard to avoid one of the most frequently-used streets in the city. And Krshia was campaigning in this district. Assuming the election got passed. Assuming she won.

 But they were good assumptions as far as Selys was concerned. She eyed a group of excited young teenagers hurrying away and shot a nce to her left.

 Looks like were getting more and more peopleing here to listen to Krshia by word of mouth alone. And a lot of people already heard her. Think theyll put pressure on the Council?

 If the eight different requests for a detail of [Guardswomen] to escort the Council across the city isnt an indication, I dont know what is.

 Watch Captain Zevara smiled crookedly as she watched the crowd. Normally this was the kind of thing she would be worried about, but the energy of the crowd pleased her in a perverse way. Here she was, subverting the natural order ofw in the city. It was an odd feeling.

 As were her co-conspirators. Zevara nced down at Selys. The [Receptionist] was checking off her notes for the days rally. And she did have notes. Zevara had thought all Selys was good for was the money, but she was a [Receptionist], after all. The Drake nodded to herself and then looked up.

 Oops. Looks like Krshias going to hand off the speaking stone to Raekea. Good thing too; we should really buy a tonic for her throat, not just a healing potion. Krshia! Hey, Krshia! Over here!

 Selys waved to Krshia. The Gnolls ears perked up as she descended from the stage. The crowd surged around her for a moment, but let up as the burly Gnoll woman, Raekea, began to speak. Krshia was smiling, waving as she tried to push through to SelysZevara eyed her as she finally got there, panting.

 Maybe I should assign a few of the City Watch to you to keep you clear of the crowds, Krshia. You and your four candidates.

 No. Its better this way, yes? I can talk to people.

 Krshia panted as she wiped sweat from her brow, despite it not being that warm in the morning at all. Selys offered her a sk of water and Krshia drank greedily. She shook her head, sending a droplet of sweat onto Zevaras cheek.

 Sorry. I have been speaking all morning. Raekea will go next, then Elirr and Beilmark. They are the most popr, so I think they will be well-received. I have four more candidates, one for each district. We may not take them all, but we can try, yes?

 We can do more than try. I think the Council will have to issue a vote. Six of them have said theyll okay a vote. Maybe even by the end of the week? We have to keep the pressure up so they actually pass an election vote or theyll definitely renege on their promise.

 Selys consulted her notes, frowning. Krshia and Zevara nodded in agreement. They both turned to look at Raekea. Krshia bared her teeth in a grin.

 Shes speaking well. And well let her and Elirr hold this spot, yes? Beilmark has her duty, but she can answer questions on the job. And in the meantime

 She pointed down the street. Selys nodded.

 Weve got a crowd ready. And a stable tform for you to stand on. Need a stamina potion? A break?

 Neither.

 The [Shopkeeper]s eyes lit up fiercely. Selys smiled. She whistled, and when the heads of those nearby turned, a shift in the crowd revealed a group of Gnolls and Drakes breaking off from the rest. Krshia mbered on top of a tform held up by some of the strongest in the groupjust in time. A ratatatat of drums and a loud, magically-enhanced voice heralded a new arrival. Lism and his supporters swept into Market Street with a squad of 4th Company marching at their head, trying to drown out Raekeas speech.

 But this time Krshia was organized. Her supporters were out in force, Gnolls and Drakes. And they outnumbered Lisms side nearly two-to-one. Her crowd pushed forwards, forcing Lisms back, and suddenly Raekea was calmly moving back as she continued her speech, carrying the curious crowd away from Lism while Krshias supporters and his shed. The Drake [Shopkeeper] hissed as he saw a good number of his audience leave. He shouted at Krshia from his tform.

 Dont you have anything better to do than blockade a street, Silverfang? Or is obstructing business really in everyones best interests?

 I am simply speaking about a matter which concerns Liscors future, Lism. Why are you arguing against my ns? Is that in the citys best interests?

 Krshia shot back. Lism rolled his eyes as he shouted at the crowd, some of which were already booing him.

 Dont listen to this mad-Gnoll, people! Remember, she wants to have the Antiniums help! Her n about the walls is just inviting their trap. Dont fall for it. We dont need to even have an election, remember! Shes brought all this up, like some agitator, no, [Saboteur]!

 His words created a rumble from his crowd, but it was drowned out by the loud shouts of denial from Krshias side. She smirked at Lism as he colored.

 Dont do this. Dont do that. If you have better ideas, Lism, loudly shouting that you are, you should say them, yes? How would you fund new construction? Pay the City Watch? Expand the Adventurers Guild? Will the army pay for all of it? And did they have the coin all this time, if so, why did they wait until now to offer it?

 Lism hesitated, then ignored the question.

 We dont need Antinium support. Well bring back three morepanies

 Three hundred [Soldiers]? Im sure that will stop every single threat that has assailed Liscor over thest year, yes? Giant Face-Eater Moths. Raskghar? An entire army? Two?

 If Im elected

 You just said we dont need an election! Tell me, Lism, is it really an election you dont want? Or is it that you want to bring our soldiers back? Which is it, hmm?

 Krshia smoothly interrupted Lism. The Drake choked and tried to shout over her, but his speaking stone was inferior to hers and she smoothly adjusted her volume to speak over his voice.

 I wouldnt want topromise our armys ability to fight abroad, would you, Lism? I would rather our brave soldiers do the fighting without splitting their number. Wouldnt bringing them back weaken our army? Fourpanies staying herethat is a fifth of our armys strength, is it not? Would you weaken them so much? Where will we house them in the city? Oh. Wait. Perhaps we should build more walls?

 A roar ofughter drowned out Lisms reply. And then a chant.

 Build more walls! Build more walls!

 Selys listened, smiling. She turned to Zevara.

 I like it. Its catchy. I dont know what bothers Erin about it.

 She looked back just in time to see Lism choking, waving for attention. The Drakes voice was more than a little furious, and Selys heard the wobble in his tone.

 Ifif you thinkthis is about the Antinium, people! Dont forget that! You cant trust them!

 Oh? And I suppose the army is trustworthy? Where were they when the Raskghar attacked? The moths? What about the Goblin Lord? Where were they, Lism?

 And the [Shopkeeper] had no response. His eyes darted left and right as he struggled for an answer. And Krshia was already moving onto her next point. She caught Selys eye as she turned to the crowd and winked. Selys winked back.

 Organization and strategy. There was a lot to be said for having a [Receptionist] on your side, and one of those things was nning out what you were going to say. This wasnt a market-stall shouting match, and Lism really didnt have a n. This time Selys saw heads focusing on just Krshia, and even some of Lisms supporters looked uneasy.

 Because Krshia was right. They could either build Liscor out, expand the Watch, improve the Adventurers Guildor do nothing. And who wanted to be on the side of nothing? There was always Lisms n of course, but it wasnt solid. Selys turned to Zevara in delight.

 Were winning. Im pretty sure of that.

 The Drake nodded, smiling. She stepped over to speak to Selys when a group of Drakes pushed through the outer edge of the crowd. They made a beeline for Zevara and Selys. One of them, a Drake in his thirties, waved a w urgently.

 Watch Captain Zevara. What do you think about this election? Are you really for it?

 Zevara turned smoothly and Selys settled back. It wasnt the first time the Watch Captain had gotten this question. Zevara shed a fake smile, which was her best attempt, and spoke to the lead Drake.

 Speaking solely as a personal citizen and not for the entire City Watch, Im for Krshias proposal to expand ourer, the City Watchs budgets. I approve of her spending n and would wee an election.

 And this is really in the citys best interests?

 The Drake demanded a touch incredulously. Zevara shrugged.

 I can tell you that the current Council has not approved any increase in the City Watchs budget. Make of that what you will.

 The Drakes looked troubled. One of them, a woman, scratched her cheek scales.

 No increase? But thats madness. If its that or doing this democracy thing

 Its dangerous. I hear one minute youre having a little vote, the next there are useless [Senators] and [Politicians] up to your earholes.

 If its that or pull in more of the army

 Have them quartered here, full-time? Causing trouble? Id rather have the Antinium myself. Did you see them smashing those Shield Spiders this morning?

 The group began arguing. Zevara and Selys exchanged a delighted nce. It was working. And Zevara hadnt needed to check her script! The Watch Captain stepped back with Selys, poised to answer more questions. Selys rifled through her folder.

 You can bring up the potential of more trade if Liscor begins actually farming the dungeon as amodity. And I can talk about the uses of monster parts. Why dont you

 Before she could finish, a Drake pushed through the crowd. He was wearing armor and the insignia of Liscors Watch on his uniform. He waved a hand at Zevara.

 Captain, a word? Theres a bit of trouble by the brewery.

 Instantly, Zevaras gaze sharpened. She took a step and then turned to Selys.

 Ive got to handle this. Mind covering for me?

 Of course.

 Selys watched as the two left through the crowd. The Drakes and Gnolls protested as Lism and Krshias shouting match continued in the background, but the two members of the City Watch were on business now. So it was Selys turn. She shuffled her notes, and then called out in a bright voice.

 I can answer any questions in ce of Watch Captain Zevara!

 The Drake in his thirties turned to blink at Selys. He hesitated, and then squinted at her face.

 Hold on. Arent you that [Receptionist] at the Adventurers Guild? General Shivertailswhat do you know about all of this?

 The [Heiress] put on her best smile. She took a deep breath, and then remembered something.

 Liscor didnt have a brewery.

 -

 Selys was right. Liscor did not have a brewery. It had inns, taverns, both of which would make their own beverages with fermented barrels and hops in some cases. Or it imported alcohol. But a dedicated brewery was considered unnecessary; beer wasnt that popr. Or great. Now, distilleries on the other hand

 Zevara knew this of course. It was a ssic code the City Watch used. She followed the [Guardsman] through the crowd and back towards the City Watch barracks at a quick trot.

 Whats the real issue, Guardsman Tells?

 Not for me to say, Captain. Sorry. I was just told to bring you.

 Zevara frowned and her tail began to twitch faster.

 By who?

 For an answer, Tells pushed open the door to the barracks. Zevara walked inside and saw a crowd of twenty one Drakes. Three Gnolls. They were mostly off-duty, but she knew each one. And she recognized the Drake waiting at their head. Zevara paused, and her mind raced as she slowly looked around.

 Senior Guardsman Jeiss. Guardswomen. Guardsmen. How can I help you?

 The crowd of Liscors finestand onlw enforcement shifted. It was Jeiss, Beilmarks partner and one of the most respected Senior Guardsman pairs who answered.

 Its this election thing, Watch Captain. Weve been listening to the gossip, and it sounds like the Council will actually hold an election. Are you really for Krshia Silverfang?

 The group behind him shifted uneasily. Zevara folded her arms, but she wasnt about to shout them down. This was different, and she knew that Jeiss calling her out waswell, she wasnt going to shout. She chose her words carefully, working off of Selys script.

 Im not for putting any one person in power if thats what youre asking, Jeiss. This is certainly not a coup or something if youre worried. For one thing, we arent the army even if we are the City Watch. Krshia Silverfang wants a seat on the Council, and Im giving her my aid. But it stops there. Shell do whats best for the city and I dont expect to control the Council. Ill swear that on a truth spell first off.

 The [Guards] in the room rxed slightly on hearing that. Zevara made a note to do it even if they didnt ask at the end of this. You had to prove what you said or theyd wonder. She went on.

 Its my decision as an individual that we need funds. The City Councils refused my proposals three times. I cant expand our ranks or get better gear any other way. So, yes. Im willing to push for elections even if it means epting the Antiniums support.

 There was a murmur at that. Jeiss bit his tongue and looked at the others.

 Okay, Watch Captain. Butturning this into an election? It just feels like were going against thews of the city, like Shopkeeper Lisms been saying. And I respect Senior Guardsman Klbkch. But you know, the Antinium

 He looked at Zevara and shrugged. She bit her tongue. The crowd was mostly Drake, but she knew how they felt. And she agreed in part, especially about the Antinium. She sighed, scratching at her neck.

 Jeiss, if I thought there was another way, Id take it. But you saw what were up against. Krshia offered me funding for the City Watch. The current Council wont. They rejected my offer three times, citingck of funding. If it meant getting the City Watch what we need, Id back anyone in an election. Anyone except that crazy Human.

 A chuckle ran through the crowd. Jeiss smiled, but then it faded.

 And the Antinium?

 Zevara looked up.

 We let them expand their Hive with the city. We put more Soldiers on the walls, and let more into the city. If they wanted to stab us in the back, they could have done it any number of times over thest decade. Thats my perspective. You have a different one?

 She waited for Jeiss response. He bit his lip shook his head reluctantly, and then sighed.

 If youre doing this, your jobs in jeopardy too, Captain.

 Zevara nodded slowly.

 I know that. The next Council could rece me. Or this one might if things go south and Krshia doesnt get her vote. Either way, thats my decision. The City Watch stays neutral. Im just a private citizen. With a lot of influence. I wont ask you to do anything to support Krshia or help me keep my job. Got it?

 There was a lot of nodding, which was encouraging. Zevara had seen City Watches turn against their Watch Captains and that wasnt a pretty sight. Jeiss looked around. He collected some invisible census, and then briskly shook his head.

 No worries on the job, Watch Captain. Weve got your tail. Youre the boss, not Wing Commander Embria or the army.

 She exhaled softly, trying not to show her relief. It meant a lot.

 If thats all, weve got a job to do. Anything else?

 She looked around. No one else wanted to speak, but Jeiss held up one w.

 Ifif there were a better option, Watch Captain, would you take it?

 Zevara paused. She looked quizzically back at Jeiss.

 Such as?

 Just a hypothetical question, Watch Captain. Im just saying. Will you keep an open mind?

 He met her eyes. Zevara nodded slowly.

 An open mind. If youve got any better ideas, Ill listen.

 She waited. Everyone looked around, but no one spoke up. Jeiss shrugged, grinning tiredly.

 Just asking.

 -

 Turns out Lism can be shut up. You just need to get him mad enough to choke on his own spit.

 That night, Selys raised a ss and toasted Krshia and Zevara. The Gnoll was grinning, and her voice after a small gulp of a specialty healing tonic for the throat was back to normal.

 We got a message throughout the city. And Lism, that windbag, couldnt stop me, even with two squads of the army marching.

 And the Council is being hounded to act. They meet tomorrow morning by popr demand. If they dont vote for an election, theyll have to answer to a crowd. I suppose I should put some of the Watch on the scene just in case.

 Zevara drank from her cup, smiling faintly. Selys leaned back at her table, grinning hugely. She felt powerful. Or maybe motivated was the word. It felt like everything wasing together and rxing at Erins inn after a hard day was excellent. As was the lemonade drink. And on cue, Erin came over with a pitcher for a refill herself, and tonights dinner.

 Congrattions! Krshia! Selys! Uh, Zevara! This is amazing!

 She set down threerge, steaming tes of spaghetti and meatballs, a ssic. Selys immediately reached for a fork and slurped up some noodles. Krshia picked up a meatball with her paws, popped it into her mouth, and chewed with her eyes closed. Zevara eyed Erin.

 Uh, thank you, Miss Solstice. This is goodlemonade, was it? Ive had something like this. Not nearly as sweet, though.

 You know us Humans! We love sugar.

 Erin smiled at the table. She put the pitcher down.

 I also have another drink for you to try. On the house! Im supporting this election. Although I cant vote. But I really want you to win, Krshia! And the other Gnolls too. Mrsha was really happy Elirr was running!

 She came back with a clear ss with a brown liquid at the bottom, and a blue one bnced on top. Selys eyed it with great interest, as did Zevara. Krshia was eating meatballs.

 Whats that?

 Blue fruit juice mixed with rum. Try it. Im going to show it to my friend in Pass, Rufelt,ter. Thoughts?

 Nice presentation.

 Zevara took the ss, swirled it until the liquids mixed, and took a sip. Her brows shot up.

 Not bad. But its so sweet.

 Some people like sweet. Like me. Erin, can I have one?

 Of course. Krshia?

 I could use a drink. Especially after dealing with Lism.

 The Gnoll stretched out. Erin nodded, smiling, and went for the bar. Selys reached for her fork, sipping from both sweet drinks. Zevara requested an ale. Selys bit into her spaghetti, and noticed a paw sneaking up to one of her meatballs on the side.

 Mrsha!

 The little Gnoll jumped, hit her head on the table, and raced away. Zevara joltedKrshia just rolled her eyes. Her meatballs were safely in her stomach. Selysughed and tempted Mrsha back with a meatball.

 What are you, a dog?

 Gnoll cubs are sometimes indistinguishable from them. And often less well house-trained.

 Krshia muttered. Mrsha shot her a frown, stood up on both legs, and delicately bit off half of Selys meatball. She folded her arms, as if to say, there! See? Krshia just blew air into Mrshas face teasingly.

 Dont feed Mrsha more than that, Selys! Shes begged enough snacks already. Im telling everyone to stop; shes putting on weight! And for once, she doesnt need it!

 Lyte passed Selys table by, carrying a bowl filled with ck flies to a table with some of the Painted Soldiers, still being rotated in from the Hive. It was night, but they were still eagerlying in and watching the yers of Celum, who had rotated through their three acting teams throughout the day.

 Youre not fat, are you, Mrsha?

 Selys teased Mrsha. The Gnoll indignantly patted her stomach, ring at Lyte. She shed her paws in a signal Selys didnt understand, but Lyte clearly did. The [Barmaid] frowned thunderously as she handed a Soldier a bowl.

 Say that again young miss, and you can kiss your own dessert goodbye. In fact, I dont think a rude youngdy deserves any. Do you?

 Mrshas face fell. She raced around Selys, hugging the Drake. Selys flicked her tail at Mrsha.

 Im not protecting you from Lyte. If you were rude, you were rude.

 The little Gnoll looked at Selys, betrayed, and then slunk to another table to Selys left. She poked her head up and surprised a half-Elf sitting there. Ceria rubbed Mrshas head.

 Mrsha! What are you doing now? Hiding from mean Lyte? Sorry. My [Ice Walls] cant stop her. Go say sorry.

 She ushered Mrsha out from the table. The Gnoll plucked at the woman sitting next to Ceria. Yvlon looked down and read something.

 A mistake? I dont think so. Own up, Mrsha. Honesty is important.

 Selys wished shed been at the inn longer to pick up on Mrshas new signnguage. Guiltily, she looked over at the Horns table. Mrsha slunk back to Lyte, ears down, and Selys cleared her throat.

 Hows it looking from your end? Think this election things a good idea?

 They turned. Ksmvr, Ceria, Yvlon, Piscesand Olesm. Both Pisces and Olesm had returned from Pass yesterday, but this was their first full day experiencing the new climate. Ceria shrugged as she bit into her own spaghetti.

 Im for it. Then again, Ive never lived anywhere for long as a citizen. Adventurers Guilds let teams do their own thing. And Wistram waswell, confusing. This is nice and straightforward. Hope you win.

 Yvlon nodded.

 No disagreements there. And it seems like you three have the popr opinion on your side. What do you think, Pisces, Ksmvr?

 The two looked up from their tes. Both seemed intent on winning the award for most spaghetti consumed. Ksmvr opened his sauce-covered mandibles.

 I am no longer a member of Liscor in any sense of the word since I was expelled from the Hive. Therefore all my thoughts about Liscors election are voided.

 Fair enough. Pisces?

 The [Necromancer] looked up with a smirk.

 Ah, naturally the one expert on Drake politics and culture is addressed <emst, as usual.

 Ceria sighed. Selys rolled her eyes.

 Big talk for a Human with more sauce than lips.

 Pisces hand went up and touched his spaghetti-sauce covered lips. He blushed, scrubbed at his face with one arm of his robe, and cleared his throat. Yvlon gave Selys a thumbs-up which Pisces ignored. He sat back, steepling his fingers together.

 I for one quite enjoyed the spirited debate. I may have added in a few salient points of my own.

 Hence you nearly getting into a fight three times?

 Ceria eyed Pisces over the rim of her cup. The [Necromancer] sniffed and adjusted his pristine white robes.

 Trifles. A good debater always has an exit strategy prepared in case simpletons unable to mount a coherent defense take objection. Isnt that so, Olesm?

 He looked at hispanion. The Drake [Strategist] didnt immediately reply. Olesm looked up from his mostly-untouched te of spaghetti.

 I cant believe all this happened when I was gone. Is this really happening? An election? Andyoure all going for it? Krshia? Selys? Zevara?

 He looked at them from his table. Selys frowned and Krshia and Zevara looked up at Olesms tone.

 Yeah. Why? Isnt it a great idea?

 II suppose so? I mean, Im for elections. In theory. I guess. Im not against it. But this deal with the Antiniumand expanding the walls? Can we secure them by next spring against the flood waters? And what about getting them enchanted? If they arent, were potentially giving someone a foothold into the city.

 He looked at Zevara. The Watch Captain frowned and put down a napkin.

 I think we can do it. Theres a Wistram [Mage] scheduled to check our walls soon for the annual inspection anyways. And if not this, then what? What are your objections, Olesm?

 The Antiniums deal for one. Politically, if we allow Antinium from foreign Hives into the cityno, its the expanding Hive that bothers me. And allowing more Soldiers aboveground. Why didnt anyone consult with me first? I am Liscors [Strategist]!

 The blue-scaled Drake looked upset. Guiltily, Selys sipped from her drink and shrugged. She didnt really get his objection. Erin came back with more meatballs for Ceria and Krshia.

 Mrsha said sorry! So dont let her beg more meatballs, anyone. Whats this about more Antinium being a bad idea?

 Olesm avoided Erins gaze. He mumbled as he forked up more spaghetti.

 Well, I meant the Hive in regards to the Free Queen, not the Painted Soldierser, Im just saying, its a deal worth looking twice at.

 Pisces frowned, resting the point of his chin on his steepled fingers. Yvlon raised an eyebrow, but Ceria just sighed.

 You sound just like that Lism guy, Olesm.

 So?

 He hunched his shoulders defensively. Selys remembered he and Ceria had been a thing briefly. Or had they? The half-Elf chewed, swallowed, and burped.

 Sorry. Well, that Drakes clearly against non-Drakes. Hes anti-Human and frankly, I dont see why anyone supports him. Im only half-Human and I was offended listening him to rant about Humans and filthy Antinium and conniving Gnolls.

 The rest of the table nodded. Krshia nodded and Selys looked at her sympathetically. She called to Ceria.

 Thats Lism. Well-known Drake [Shopkeeper] on Market Street. Krshia has to deal with him all the time.

 Oh? My condolences.

 Ceria raised her mug. Krshia nodded. Olesm protested weakly.

 Hey now.

 He was cut off by Erin, who leaned over the Horns table, dishing out more meatballs for Ksmvrnone for Pisces. The [Necromancer] obligingly stole them off Ksmvrs te instead.

 Youre talking about Lism? Let me tell you, that guy. Whatta jerk. Hes been mean ever since I came to Liscor. Someone should hit him with a wet fish or something. I really hope he gets into the electionand Krshia kicks his butt!

 She raised a tong over her head. Ceriaughed. Olesm looked upset.

 Aw,e on, Erin. I know he can bebut hes my uncle.

 Oh yeah. I forgot. Sorry, Olesm.

 Erin blinked at the Drake unapologetically. Then she headed to Selys table and offered her pot of meatballs. Krshia took six.

 Bute on. Even if he is family, isnt he a bad guy? He tried to scam me first time I met him! And hes rude. And grouchy.

 And his tail sucks.

 Selys added with a nod. Zevaras lips quirked.

 Is it really that bad?

 Ugly tail. Ugly personality. His has a crook in it

 Selys!

 Olesm cut Selys off from sketching the objectionable tail in question. He looked around, his shoulders hunched, his tailshing the floor.

 I wont deny he has his faults. But thats not all he is. You dont know him.

 I know what I hear. And I see an angry Drake whos attacked Ksmvr twice when hes walked past him for no good reason. Ive seen racists before, Olesm. Thats what he looks like to me.

 Yvlon calmly ate from her te with a knife and fork. Olesms tail stopped for a moment.

 I know he doesnt like Antinium. Or Humans. But he helped raise me. He can be kind. Stop it. Please.

 The Drake looked around and both tables went quiet for a moment. Krshia sighed.

 Lism isLism. Market Street would not be the same without him, this is true. And he has his points, which is why he is free to run against me. I just intend to win.

 The others looked at her and smiled. Ceria grabbed a mug.

 Ill drink to that! Good luck, Krshia! Win this thing and get on the Council! Upgrade the Adventurers Guild too, please? Thats what we want.

 The mood around both tables regained its cheerfulness. Pisces raised a mug.

 To a wless victory. May you overwhelm your opponents on all fronts.

 More like drown them in votes. Lisms the only opposition to Krshia and shes got tons of support. Were ted to get four seats at the momentwe could aim for eight, maybe!

 Selys tipped her mug up and drank her lemonade down. Krshia grinned. Erinughed.

 Yeah! Beat that Lism jerk! Teach him a lesson for insulting Numbtongue.

 Zevara raised her eyebrows as she lifted her ale.

 I remember that. I heard someone tried to drown him afterwards.

 Ceria sighed.

 Wish theyd seeded.

 Shut up!

 Olesms ws mmed onto the table. The tablesno, the entire room went silent. The Drake looked up at the stage full of [Actors] across from him, the Painted Soldiers, regrs, Relc making a fisthe turned red.

 Im sorry. Thanks for the drink. Ive got to go. Zevara. Can I have a word?

 He grabbed for some coins abruptly and pushed his chair back. Erin opened her mouth, wavering.

 Olesm

 Watch Captain?

 Olesm shook his head. Zevara stood up. She looked at Krshia and Selys.

 Ill be a moment.

 Quickly, she and Olesm walked out of the inn, through the door to Liscor. They didnt even need help; the mana stones were nowbeled on the dial. The door closed as the silent inn watched Olesm go. One of the [Actors] coughed on stage. Ceria turned guiltily to her team.

 Oops.

 Ksmvr raised a slow hand.

 In fairness, Captain Ceria, drowning is a very horrible way to die. I would prefer disembowelment over drowning myself.

 He looked around at the silent table.

 No? Just me? Strange.

 -

 Olesm walked swiftly down Liscors streets for a good thirty seconds before slowing. He turned back, the scales along his cheeks dark with color.

 Sorry.

 Its fine. We were being insensitive. I apologize.

 Zevara folded her arms, her heart skipping a beat. Shed mostly forgotten her burning desire to ask Olesm out, but sometimes it resurfaced in inopportune moments. She schooled her face, though. Olesm seemed serious. Watch Captain Zevara cleared her throat.

 Did you have something you wanted to talk to me about, Olesm? About the proposed deal with the Antinium?

 Olesm nodded curtly. He took a few breaths to steady himself, and then crossed his ws behind his back. When he looked at Zevara, it was seriously, his previous embarrassment and anger put aside.

 I heard what you agreed to. Allowing the Hive to expand? Increasing the limit of Soldiers permitted aboveground? Giving other Hives ess to Liscor? Zevara, with respect, are you insane? That deal favors the Antinium in huge ways!

 Zevaras stomach sank. She didnt like the disapproval in Olesms eyes. Reflexively she crossed her arms.

 Im aware of the implications, yes. But borate for me. Why is this in particr so egregious? The Free Antinium have been in Liscor for over a decade now. Theyre already protected by the peace treaty. Whats wrong with letting in a few foreign Antinium?

 Besides the fact that they could give the other Hives valuable information or force us to allow them to pass into our territory under diplomatic privileges? Thats not my biggest worry. Its allowing their Hive to expand. Its dangerous! Why would you allow any deal involving that?

 Olesm red at Zevara. She red back and pointed at the ground under their feet.

 Why wouldnt I? Its an easy concession to make! You and I both know that the current Hive has exceeded its boundaries, Olesm. And they maintain far more Soldiers in their Hive than the agreed-upon three hundred. These are paper promises.

 The Drake took a deep, frustrated breath.

 You dont understand. We regrly use a [Geomancer] to send probes into the earth. We can tellto a certain distancewhether there are tunnels belowground. The Hive can probably dig below the [Geomancer]s range, and Im certain they do. But it still impedes their overall capacity. But if the city expands and the Hive is allowed to expand with it, the danger they represent will exponentially increase.

 As will the City Watch. We could potentially double our numbers! And Liscor itself will expand!

 Thats not the point!

 Olesm clutched at his neck spines agitatedly. He stomped one foot on the ground, and then gestured to one of the houses on the street.

 The Antinium are far, far more efficient than Drakes, Humans, or any other species in the world in terms of space. If Liscor expands, the Antinium will gain two Workers or Soldiers for every new person we can house. And they are all potentialbatants.

 That silenced Zevara for a second. She gnawed at her lip.

 Even so, weve always known the Hive wasrge. Theyve always outnumbered the City Watch. Thats why we have safeguards in ce.

 Safeguards that ount for a certain number of Antinium and being able to hold parts of the city!

 Olesms raised voice made a shutter fly open. The two Drakes heard an aggrieved shout.

 Shut up down there! Stop talking about the election! Im trying to sleep!

 They hurried back, keeping their voices low. Olesm hissed at Zevara, his tailshing.

 The Antinium have always been able to overwhelm Liscor, Watch Captain. At any moment, if their Queen orders it, they could storm the city and I would give them the odds of winning. The only thing that saves us is that it is not advantageous for the Antinium to do so. And the fact that there is a chance, a decent chance, that any sudden attack would fail, due to the safeguards we have in ce. If we give them more concessions, like having six hundred Soldiers aboveground at any momentthe odds begin to favor the Antinium more and more. If we give them an incentive, the Free Queenno, the Grand Queen might decide

 I know.

 The Watch Captain cut Olesm off. He blinked.

 What?

 Zevara folded her arms. Theyde to a rest in an alleyway,pletely sanguine about the dangers. A potential mugging would be wee at this moment; Zevaras tight throat and burning lungs made her want to spit fire at something. She contained more than a few wisps of smoke from leaving her mouth.

 I said, I know, Olesm. I havent been a Watch Captain the entire time the Antinium were here. But Ive been briefed. Ive had conversations with the High Command, the leaders of the other Walled CitiesI know whats at stake. They may call Liscor a backwater border city, but we are the lynchpin between north and south. And more importantly, we are the experiment. I know how deadly an Antinium siege gets. Dont you think I do?

 Then why

 To fight the Goblin King, we allowed the Antinium into Liscor. That was the deal. But there was another reason. We wanted to learn about the Antinium. Study their weaknesses. But now, I think some of the original [Diplomats] in charge of the deal were still hoping, thinking it might lead topeace.

 Zevara looked past Olesm. His jaw dropped.

 Peace? With the Antinium? With all due respect, Watch Captain, thats insanity. We still have border conflicts. Deaths each week! The other Hives are not content to remain sedentary, and weve had Aberrations in the city, which we have never proven are an actual w among the Antinium

 I know all that, Olesm. Shut up for a second. Thats an order.

 Zevara waited for Olesm to be quiet. She went on, clenching a w.

 I know. I know the risks. I know the Grand Queen. Ive read the reports on the other Hives. But theres something else Ive learned. I know Senior Guardsman Klbkch.

 Olesm was quiet. Zevara went on, pacing back and forth.

 I remember when I first met him. Of course I knew the stories. And of course I watched him like a hawk. And hes given me reason to watch himbut hes also been honorable, hard-workingAncestors, if he wasnt an Antinium, Id be worried hed take my job! A lot of the city hated the Antinium when they first arrived. But thanks to one Antinium, one person, now not even Lism can attack Klbkch directly without losing most of his supporters. And Klbkch is a Prognugatorno, a Revntor of the Hives. I have to trust that theres more than just an opportunity for peace. And if one Hive might make peace with us, thats one sixth of the Grand Queens armies. I trust Senior Guardsman Klbkch, Strategist Olesm.

 She met the shorter Drakes eyes. Olesms blue scales shifted in the moonlight as he studied Zevara. He was breathing fast with agitation, and thinking too. Atst, he shook his head.

 I know Senior Guardsman Klbkch too. But I dont know Klbkch the yer. And I know this. To him, we are all dust.

 Zevara stared at Olesm.

 What?

 His words, Watch Captain. I dont agree. I understand your reasoning, but I think youre wrong.

 The knife twisted in Zevaras stomach. Coldly, she stepped back.

 Well, youre free to that opinion. But Ill remind you that Im not using my authority to unduly shape the election. I am allowing Krshia Silverfang a chance, but I am supporting her as an individual, which is my right. The City Watch may vote to their conscience. As may you.

 Olesm looked up at Zevara. He narrowed his eyes.

 I think Ill have to do that. Im sorry, Watch Captain.

 He turned and walked away without another word. Zevara stared at his back and tail until they disappeared. Then she leaned against the alley wall. She sighed, slowly.

 Great.

 -

 While Krshia and her small team were celebrating the days victory at The Wandering Inn, a simrmittee was burning the midnight oil. Literally. It was midnight, and thentern was using cheap oil. It smelled, but none of them were [Mages] or even capable of casting the [Light] spell. Lism hissed as he rubbed one w across his reddened eyes.

 Okay. Make an appointment with Wing Commander Embria. Request that two squads join us for our counter to Krshia down Market Street. And if she can spare a third, it would be best used marching wherever those other candidates go. Remind people of the real defenders of Liscor. Now, how in the hells do we figure out how to put a hole in that stupid Gnolls ns? Anyone?

 He looked around the table. A group of weary Drakesand one Gnoll, stared back. All of them, mostly Lisms age or older, shook their heads. A Drake with grey scales with only hints of speckled orange leaned on the table.

 Shes got the Council by their tails, Lism. Theyre going to vote for an election. I can feel it in my scales. And if she runs with all those Gnollsthey could take the Council. Put all thosews through. You cant argue her ideas dont sound good.

 Lisms brows darkened. His voice rose impetuously.

 Sound good? Oh, they sound good, Ill grant you. But theyll sell the city to the Ants and open us up to a hostile Human takeover. Did you hear her saying how shed reach out to all the Human cities if she was elected today? As if they wont bleed us dry! You all know her proposals are as rotten as ten-day-old fish. None of you would be here if you thought she was right.

 The table slowly nodded. But Lism didnt like the exhaustion in the eyes of his fellow Drakes. And one Gnoll. He red to his left.

 Shazzi! You know the Gnolls around your home. Cant you talk sense into them?

 An old, fierce Drake clutching a cane even in her seat looked up. Shazzi, a retired [Seamstress] who could still sew like a monster, shook her head, pursing her lips.

 Not me. Theyre all too afraid to cross Krshia Silverfang. Shes some big shot in her tribe and everyone who came with her supports her unconditionally. ins Gnolls. And the rest wont speak up.

 Damn. Cellic. What about you? Cant you rally more support for the army? What happened to patriotic Drakes waving the g? Cellic? Cell

 The Drake across from Lism woke with a start. He was far from the oldest Drake herehe was actually in his mid-thirties, but arge scar crossing the back of his head had left a divot in his skull. He looked up, befuddled.

 What? Did Iwhats that, Lism?

 The [Shopkeeper] hesitated. He eyed Cellic, and then looked out the window. Nothing but darkness greeted him. Lism looked around at the other faces and modted his tone and put a smile on his face.

 Ah, nothing, Cellic. Its clearlyte. You should get some rest.

 No, no. Im fine. Im here if you need me. Say the word, Lism.

 The retired [Soldier] protested mildly. He blinked and unconsciously reached for the scar at the back of his head.

 Im just

 He yawned and drifted for a second. Lism looked at him, and then around.

 Someone take Cellic back. Make sure he gets some sleep in his bed. On his front, mind! Anyone? Tess, will you?

 On it.

 A Drake in her twenties sighed and plucked at Cellics shoulder. He awoke with a violent start and for a second his ws opened. Then he caught himself.

 Imsorry. Whats going on?

 A nap, Cellic. Were all going to sleep. Youll be the thing tomorrow. Ill be counting on you.

 Lism joviallyid a shoulder on Cellics arm. The Drake looked at him and smiled.

 Ill be there bright and early.

 He let Tess guide him from the room. Lism rubbed at his eyes and looked around. A morose team stared back. The old Drake with orange scales shook his head again.

 We could just petition the Council not to go ahead with the election. Point out exactly why its not necessary.

 Can we stop half the city from following them around? Wait. Maybe. We couldform protective squads. Keep busybodies back. Maybe. Ill think on it. But itste. You all need sleep. Youve got your jobs, after all.

 The conference table looked at each other and reluctantly nodded. Lism pped his ws together.

 Go, then. Thank you for your time. Anyone who can spare it,e here tomorrow. But if youre hurting for coinIll have a n by the time you wake up.

 He smiled. Unconvincingly, he knew. But the others just murmured agreement and left, patting him on the shoulder, pledging to be here. Brave souls, fighting for what was right. Lism saw them off, and then went to sit back down.

 His house was much, much quieter without the group sitting around his dining room table. The Drake sat in a chair, restlessly turning back and forth, getting up to pace.

 Maybe if Ino. Damn. And if I argue with her onno. No! That wont work either! If the High Command would only sign over enough money to match the Antinium! Cant they see what will happen? And Wing Commander Embrias not being cooperative. Her and those idiots blindly supportingSilverfang!

 He uttered the name of his mortal enemy like a curse as he had so many times before. Only this time, Lism couldnt see a way to beat her. He kicked over his chair with an oath.

 That damned furball

 Uncle!

 The sharp voice made him spin. Lisms hand instinctively went for the knife at his belt, but the voice and the face instantly made him rx. A surprised smile crossed his face. He spread his arms.

 Olesm! My boy, its been too long!

 The surprised younger Drake with blue scales was enveloped in a hug. Lism clutched his nephew tightly, smiling fit to burst. Suddenly his problems seemed distant, at least for the moment.

 Come and sit! Dont mind the mess. Weve just had ate night nning out this election nonsense. Can I get you some tea? A snack? Ive got some scrapslet me put a kettle on!

 He fussed around Olesm, but the younger Drake was reluctant to sit. He was restless, and his brilliant scales and handsome faceLism saw the family resemnce. Handsome, regal even, and intelligent. All the marks of the Swifttail n. He beamed at Olesm.

 Its been over two weeks! But I imagine youre beatingdies away with your tail. How is work? Liscors [Strategist]. And youre not even thirty years old! Youve got more levels than years! Wall Lord Ilvriss himself picked you out. If thats not a sign of greatness, I dont know what is. Has he reached out to you since returning to his city? Let me get you some tea.

 He hasnt. And Im not fighting anyone off with my tail, Uncle. Stop fussing, please.

 Embarrassed, Olesm finally sat down. He looked up at Lism and frowned.

 And dont use that word, please!

 Word? I was just frustrated.

 Lism spread his ws innocently. Olesm folded his arms.

 You used it in public to address Krshia. Uncle!

 I didnt say furbag.

 Olesm ground his teeth together audibly and Lism sighed. The younger [Strategist] pushed his chair back.

 Its still insensitive to the fact that we used to skin Gnolls during the old times. Its asasits as bad as if I called you a Human-kissing Turnscale. No, far worse!

 Alright, alright. It was my mistake. But that damnSilverfangs caused this mess in Liscor and Im trying to sort it out. Give me some credit for stress!

 Lism sighed. He couldnt deny his nephew anything. He doted on Olesm in fact, never mind that the boy sometimes hung around with that terrible Human girl and had moped for weeks after his fling with that half-Elven adventurer whod nearly gotten him killed. But Lisms heart swelled with fondness for Olesm. He was the familys pride, after all. Never mind what anyone else had thought. Lism had known Olesm since he was a hatchling. And Olesm had never betrayed his hopes.

 Im d to see you, Olesm.

 Me too, Uncle. Me too. Im sorry I havent called on you. Ive just beenbusy.

 Olesm smiled, but he didnt look happy to see Lism. He looked tired. Tired, worried, distraughtLism felt like he was looking at a mirror. The [Shopkeeper] cast about his modest home and cleared his throat.

 We-ell, why dont you tell me whats been happening to you? I could use a break from this business with Silverfang. Dont worry, Ill stop her from ruining this city.

 Oh, Uncle.

 Not to worry! I can do it!

 The Drake waved a w. He sat back, opening his mouth and eying his nephew. Then he coughed and shook his head.

 No, no. Dont worry. Ill figure something out. I havent sold copper pennies for silver pieces for years without picking up some tricks. And I know youre friends with that stinkingwith that insanewith that Human girl and Watch Captain Zevara is your superior. Its fine.

 Olesm sighed, leaning forwards on his knees.

 Erins a wonderful person, Uncle. I told you already. If you hadnt tried to swindle her

 Overcharge her. Its not illegal!

 Shes a really good person. The best chess yer. In the world! Ill swear she could beat the Titan himself. And Krshias a good person too.

 Shes got you fooled, my boy. You cant trust her. Shes as slippery as a greased eel and twice as treacherous as a Creler.

 Shes trying to help the city, Uncle!

 The Drake paused.

 You think so too?

 For some reason, the thought of Olesm siding with Krshia stung more than any of the Gnolls damned barbed insults this morning. The blue-scaled Drake, a far cry from Lisms purple-and-red scale colors, more like his mother than anyone else, shook his head.

 Im notall for her. But I know Krshia. I know her hearts in the right ce. So is Selys and Watch Captain ZevarasI just spoke with them, actually.

 Did you now.

 Lism sat down heavily. For a second his mind shed to Krshias arguments, seeking a hole in them. But the problem wasOlesm looked up at his uncle. The single oil-burningmp flickered, wafting a bit of stink towards the two. Neither one moved.

 Uncle. I came here because I wanted to ask you about the elections. Krshias ideas. Her proposing them. Youre her biggest enemy. Tell me honestly. Please. Is this really just about you hating Krshias ideas? Or are you serious?

 Lism squirmed like a fish on a hook. He opened his mouth, looked over his shoulder, but he couldnt escape his nephews gaze. Reluctantly, atst, he opened his mouth.

 Im not saying shes all wrong. Shesright we need to expand Liscor. Rents up, and were all feeling the pinch. Just the other day, Me, you know her, right? The old [Florist] on Salpik Avenue? She was turned out of her apartment without anywhere to go. After living in her spot for eighteen years, only now she cant pay the rent because its nearly tripled from two years back.

 Olesm rubbed at his face, shocked and mildly horrified.

 Me? She used to babysit me. What happened to her?

 Lism was indignant.

 The neighborhood association got to her is what it did. You think wed let her freeze to death? We put her up with Miss Shazzi. They get along like catsor two Drakesin a bag, but its manageable. You can imagine the stories, though.

 Olesmughed quietly.

 I can. I should visit her. Or see about that [Landlord]. Evicting someone from a house at Miss Mes age? That could be a death sentence. And triple the price? Ill check on it tomorrow.

 Lism nodded, proud as any father. Prouder than Olesms, certainly.

 Thats the [Strategist] of Liscor for you. Never toorge to notice the honest folk.

 But it just proves Krshias right, doesnt it, Uncle?

 Olesm looked up, fixing Lism with another stare. The [Shopkeeper] hesitated.

 Wellokay, she has a point. And maybe the Adventurers Guild could use some coin. And I wont say Im against the City Watch expandingAncestors, of course Im for it! Its just

 The younger Drake folded his arms, waiting. Lism grabbed at his neck spines. Atst the words exploded out of him.

 Its just her! That Human-loving Gnoll thinks we can cozy up to any warm-blooded Human. She thinks we can rely on the Antinium for helpand shell toss out our entire system of government to do it! Just because she wants power. And shes wrong. The Antinium arent our friends. Hah, we saw that during the First Antinium War, didnt we? Even if a few can walk about without killing anything in sightand those Humans! We had an army at our gates not a month back! Has everyone forgotten that?

 Olesm shook his head.

 No one has, Uncle. But Ive heard you speaking. You talk about filthy fleshbag Humans. About Gnolls getting out of their ce. About other speciesUncle, theyre not all evil. Ive told you that. Not even all Goblins are bad.

 Lism was quiet. He leaned on his table, and then looked up.

 So? So what? Should I apologize? Change my views? Theyre not all evil. But its not all of them Im worried about, Olesm. Its the ones who rule. Tyrion Veltras. That [Lord] tried to take Liscor. He would have ughteredughtered the entire city and started a war. But for luck, he didnt. Should I forget that? When? In a month? A year? A decade? What about what Humans have always done? We weed the Five Families when they first came. In return, they betrayed us, burned our Walled Cities, ughtered us in the north and took half a continent away.

 His ws shook as he gripped the table, staring at Olesm. The [Strategist]s face was bleak.

 I know. But that was millennia ago, Uncle.

 Have they changed? Should we forget? I dont like them. I dont trust them. And Ive always been honest about that. I dont put on a fake smile and stab them in the backs. Why do I have to pretend to like them? Why do I have to like them at all? Why cant I hate them for what theyve done? What they do? Why do I have to say oh, some of them are different?

 Olesm bowed his head. He shook it a few times as Lism paced back and forth. The [Shopkeeper]s voice shook.

 I can live with them. Isnt that enough. Or will Krshia pass a bill forcing me to duck my tail and smile at every Gnoll and Human who passes my way? Why the Antinium? Why notnot let Drakes and Gnolls build the city? We used to have [Builders] once. Honest work for honest folk. And then the Antinium came with their damn workers and put hundreds out of a living.

 He paced up and down, airing old grievances, angry, despairing. And he felt guilty, because he knew Olesm didnt agree. He didnt want to see his nephews look, so Lism kept ranting. Right up until Olesm stood up.

 Uncle. Enough.

 And Lism was quiet. He turned to Olesm.

 Im sorry, my boy. But Im not going to stop fighting Krshia. And if I have to be thest one kicking and screaming, Ill oppose her right up until she bes a member of the Council. If I can just stop it

 His tail thumped the floor helplessly.

 You know, lots of the Drakes in the city feel just like I do. More than half of the ones I spoke to were uneasy about an election, about messing with the system, the Antinium and Humans. Its just that when that damn Gnoll sounds so convincing with her talk of free money, people lose their heads. We are Drakes, after all

 Olesm looked at him, and then he half-smiled. Bitterly, tiredly.

 I disagree with a lot of what you said, Uncle. And if you keep saying it, I cantwont help you. But youre right about one thing. The Antinium. And if youre willing to think about whats good for the cityIll help you.

 Lism paused. He stared at Olesm. His nephew looked up at him. Lism didnt hesitate. He spread his arms wide, beaming.

 For you? Olesm, my nephew? Ill try. Tell me what youre thinking.

 Olesm sighed, closed his eyes. And then he pulled out a quill, inkpot, and began to speak.

 -

 The next day, Selys hummed as she strolled down Market Street, getting ready for the big day. This was it. Theyd push the Council to begin an immediate election, put out four more candidates for the Council, and thenwin. She couldnt wait. She was so excited, she was practically vibrating. She saw a crowd had already gathered next to a promenade. They were gathered around something. A council member? Were they having a debate? Selys slowed. And then she stared.

 Ancestors. What is that?

 Five minutester, Krshia, Zevara, and the rest of the Gnoll candidates were standing in a group, looking up at therge poster made of parchment posted on a wall high up, for all to see. Zevara read it out loud, not even needing to squint to read the words.

 Jobs for Liscor. Build your city with your own ws/paws! What in the name of Dragons?

 Is this something you did, Krshia? Anyone else?

 Selys turned to the group. Beilmark, Elirr, Raekea, all of them shook their heads. Selys looked around, puzzled, and then she heard a familiar sound.

 Ratatatat.

 Oh no. I thought we beat him yesterday!

 She groaned. Krshia uttered a few Gnoll curses and turned, calling for her crowd to form up. But to Selys surprise, this time Lism wasnt heralded by a huge crowd. Instead, he was walking on his own two feet, followed by a gathering of onlookersbut not the vehement protesters that usually shouted insults at Krshias supporters. And the drummer was no [Soldier], but just a regr Gnoll [Drummer], banging a brisk beat on the drum.

 Vote for a better Liscor! Vote for walls! Vote for economy, independence! Vote for a Liscor you built yourself!

 Lism shouted, cupping his hands to amplify his voice even further with the aid of his amulet. Krshia, poised to ride the tform over the heads of the crowd, appeared with arge group of Gnolls. She stared down at Lism and looked around. It was almostical without the huge crowds of yesterday. Krshia coughed, embarrassed, and called down at Lism.

 What are you doing, Lism? Causing more trouble? Is this your doing?

 She pointed at the huge flyer above the street. Lism smiled, shading his eyes to see.

 Ah. Like it, Krshia? Yes, its mine. Courtesy of a few [Scribes] I know! But I see they forgot to add my name to this particr one. Its my campaigns slogan. Like it?

 He gestured up at the flyer. The crowd looked at him, clearly confused. So did Krshia. She folded her arms.

 So youre for an election suddenly? Are you flip-flopping on your word again?

 Lism gave her a huge smile.

 Only because Ive had a change of heart! Yes! I am for an election! And we should build a new part of the city! By all means!

 He raised his hands. And the crowd behind him cheered. It was, after all, what Krshia had been saying all this time. Completely off-guard, Selys stared at Zevara, whose brows werepletely raised. Krshia stared down at Lism. Then she realized where she was and awkwardly climbed off the podium.

 So youre acknowledging mine is the good idea, yes?

 Lism studied one w.

 Itsa good idea. But Id rather I take the Council seat. You see, I am running in your district, Krshia. And if Im elected, Ill ensure that we expand our city by one third, fund the Adventurers Guild and fund the City Watch! Build those walls! Build those walls!

 He raised his hands and the crowd cheered behind him. Krshia stared. Then she spluttered.

 What? You cant say that? Thatsthat is my promise, no?

 Lism smiled beatifically.

 Well, its my promise too. Ill ensure that Liscor gets exactly what it needs, but unlike honored Krshia here, people, Ill do it right! Lism for the City Council!

 He raised his arms again, but Elirr thrust his way forwards. The older Gnoll shouted at Lism.

 Do it right? You just stole Krshias idea!

 The Gnolls around him roared the same thing. Lism shouted back.

 Not at all! I improved it! You see, I wont rely on Antinium to build the wall! Ill hire honest Drakes and Gnolls to do it!

 The words stunned Elirr into silence. Lism waved a w around.

 Yes, Krshia has the right idea. And expanding Liscor is the best way tobat this ludicrous rent! But why let the Antinium do it? Think about how many jobs a project like that would create! Thousands! And the money would go into your pockets, not back to the Antinium for such a huge building contract! And I have more

 Wait, but thats

 Selys was scrambling, tearing through her notes to figure out just whatbut Lism was going on.

 Krshia would have us open the city to adventurers from the north. I say, look to our tails. The Bloodfields have always been a deterrent to tradeing north. But with that fabulous door, and our brave soldiers, couldnt we seek a safer path through the hills around the Bloodfields? Cut a path to enable trade throughout the year? This is just one of the proposals, which I, Lism, would implement if I am elected to the Council. Fund the City Watch! And bring our soldiers back! They could keep our roads safe! Why stop where Krshia is content to coast? Vote for me and lets get as much done as we can!

 This time the cheer was drowned out by Krshias howl of fury. She advanced on Lism, pointing an angry paw.

 You cannot say that! You stole my idea!

 Its just an idea, Silverfang! If you cant improve on it, whats the point?

 Lism crowed as he looked around. He got nods of agreement. Some people clearly disagreed, but Lisms banner was waving above his head. Build your city with your own ws. Selys clearly heard a Drakedy remarking to a friend behind her.

 Why not hire Drakes and Gnolls? My son could use a job.

 But how will you pay for the wall? Without the Antiniums help?

 Krshia snarled at Lism, losing herposure. The Drake rubbed his ws on his tunic.

 Well, the army has pledged some money to Liscor. Buthappily, three of the Walled Cities have already pledged to cover five percent of the costs rather than force the Antinium to pay. Each.

 Selys jaw dropped. Krshia took a step back, her fur paling.

 That is a lie. You cannot have

 Reached out to the Walled Cities? Lets just say theyre concerned about the Antinium too. And theyre willing to help pay for an expanded City Watchwe may be able to fund the Adventurers Guilds upgrade solely based on private donations!

 Private

 Krshias eyes bulged. Lism reached for something behind him. A Drake carrying a sheaf ofof papers handed a small stack to him. Lism pressed it into Krshias paws with a filthy smile.

 Its just been printed. But the reaction is already spreading across the continent. Im sure I have a few [Messages] waiting. But until thenDrakes and Gnolls, lend me your ears! Do you want to have the Antinium expand their Hive and build everything? Or would you rather build your city yourselves, and see the gold flowing into your pockets?

 He walked past Krshia, shouting at the crowd further down the street. The procession followed him and Selys saw to her horror that people were breaking off, talking to each other. Spreading the word. It was a twisted parody of yesterday. Selys rushed over to Krshia. They had to stop Lism! Think up a counter! But the Gnoll was staring at something in her paws. Her hands were shaking as Selys rushed up.

 Krshia, what

 The Gnoll growled. Her eyes shed as the papers crumpled in her grip. She thrust them at Selys.

 That dirty, rat-tailed

 Selys stared at the papers. Slowly, she unfolded the crumpled paper, read the freshly-dried ink. It was in fact, a [Scribe]-written copy. A copy of a rather long introduction. The first thing Selys saw was the authors name. Olesm Swifttail. With a sinking heart, she began to read.

 To my remaining readers,

 My name is Olesm Swifttail, [Strategist] for the City of Liscor. In my previous newsletter I made a series of suggestions and rmendations about a possible system that could be implemented along with an analysis of the events surrounding the Goblin Lords recent siege of Liscor. I understand it was received with much chagrin by a good number of my audience, not least for the idea of fostering peace with the Goblins. I would like to address that issue in brief:

 To those I have offended, I sincerely apologize. My arguments were not backed up with historical fact, which do cite instances where Goblins have coexisted with other speciesalbeit a rtionship fraught with tension. I have since educated myself, and hope this further, more coherent argument will better represent my opinionand the inherent dangers I was suggesting.

 I would like to delve into the realities of trying to work in harmony with species ssified as monsters, such as Ogres, Trolls, Goblins, various ape species, Giants, (with the understanding that the remaining half-Giant tribes are of course, now fully recognized as a species with rights in all cases but those of the Demonfolk of Rhir), and so on. 

 But before that, I would like to bring up another issue troubling Liscor: that of an election. I consider it a fascinating case-study of politics and will be attaching my opinion over a troubling change in Liscors traditional system of governance that may, inadvertently, grant too much power to the Antinium Hive located beneath Liscor, known as the Free Antinium. 

 My attached summary and thoughts are below, and in this newsletter, I have tabted the letter to clearly differentiate games of Chess, Go, my findings on the issue of interspecies politics and strategy, and the current situation in Liscor. 

 Please also note the final section, which contains a fascinating report by Liscors Adventurers Guild on the species known as Raskghar, an exceptionally savage, monstrous subrace that deviated from Gnolls and their biology, danger ssification, and the situation which lead to arge tribe abducting Gnolls from Liscor itself for a ritualistic sacrifice which has many disturbing implications

 Oh dead gods.

 Selys slowly raised her head from the paper. Zevara, looking bewildered, snatched at it.

 What is it? What does it say?

 Olesm. He released another newsletter. And he not only talked about Goblins, but hes talking about the Antinium in it. About the election. It probably went out to every city on the continent with a [Strategist] in it. And I bet they read his letter with that opening. He just told all of them whats at stake!

 Elirrs fur went pale. He read the cover letter over Zevaras shoulder.

 Olesm? Hes siding with Lism?

 Selys opened her mouth. Then she covered it because she wanted to throw up. No wonder the Walled Cities had just gotten in touch with Lism! If Liscors [Strategist] pointed out that they could help fund Liscors expansion or let the Antinium get a number of concessions

 Lisms voice wasing back this way. He was marching at the head of a crowd, and he wasnt by himself this time. A Drake was marching on his left, another on his right. Lism raised his voice jubntly.

 For your consideration, good folk of Liscor! Senior Guardsman Jeiss for a seat on Liscors Council! Alonna Swiftwing, our esteemed [Mage] and head of the Mages Guild for a seat on Liscors Council! Vote for them! Vote for me! Liscor, built by our own ws! Or paws!

 The Gnolls watched him march down the street. Zevara stared at Senior Guardsman Jeiss. He saluted her awkwardly. Beilmark, his partner, said not a word. Jeiss avoided her gaze. Selys watched as more Gnolls and Drakes turned to listen to Lisms new message. And then she realized the worst part.

 Oh no. Hes making this an issue about the Antinium. Not about building more of the city. If he can offer what the Antinium canthen its about whether you trust Klbkch and his Hive or not.

 And whether you want Antinium to build the city orus.

 The group fell silent. Selys thought she would puke. And then, a Drake approached their group. He was the same one from yesterday. And like yesterday, he made a beeline for Zevara.

 Watch Captain. Are you supporting Miss Krshia here? Are you against Shopkeeper Lism? He says hell support tripling the City Watchs budget if he can. And he says hes all for you as Watch Captain. Are you against him?

 Every head slowly turned to Zevara. She cleared her throat once. Twice. Three times. Selys beseeched her silently, but Zevara wouldnt meet her eyes. Eventually, she looked at the Drake.

 Well, ifif any Council member were to see fit to grant the City Watch an appropriate budget, I dont know that I could categorically denounce Shopkeeper Lisms proposals

 Zevara!

 Sorry.

 The Watch Captain murmured. The Drakes looked at each other. One of them whistled.

 Well in that caseI mean, Im supportive of the Antinium and all that, but I wasnt too keen on having that many Gnolls on the Council. Maybe one? And I like more Drakes. Humans

 Exactly. Say what you will, but Lisms right about Humans. And I mean, Klbkch is Klbkch, but historically, those Ants

 They broke up, backing away from Krshias party. The same Drakes whod cheered her yesterday. Selys desperately went after them.

 No, wait! Thats not fair! Let me talk to Zevara! Dont spread that! Krshia

 She turned to look at the Gnoll. Krshias shoulders were hunched. She was staring at Lism with her teeth bared. Selys slowly backed up.

 We can win this. Everyone just stay calm. We need to think up a rebuttal for Lism. Talk to Klbkch. Get Erin in on this

 Elirr and Beilmark nodded. They grabbed Krshia before she could, say, pounce on Lism. Selys was trying to usher Krshia back from the smug Drake when she saw him, standing across from her on the other side of the crowd.

 His head was ducked, and he was looking down. But his blue scales were telltale. And he had a sheaf of papers in one hand. Olesm Swifttail was flicking through them, nodding as he listened to Lism speak.

 Oh, spin and spin. Sudden changes and betrayals and the fickle nature of the crowd. That was politics. Selys felt the world which seemed so solid, turn to jelly around her. And then she saw what Olesm was holding. The papers. His notes. 

 Selys saw them and the world went red. She didnt know what possessed her to push through the crowd. And she didnt catch herself until she was right in front of Olesm, throwing her detailed notes in his face and punching at him with a w as he tried to block. But a dozen hands caught her, dragging her back, and Gnolls and Drakes yanked the people grabbing Selys off her.

 And then both sides were shoving, jostling, shoutingand then someone threw a punch. And both sides erupted into a brawl and Selys and Olesm were caught in the middle of it. Zevara shouted for order and roared for her City Watch while Krshia and Lism looked on, shouting insults at each other. Selys threw punches and tried to push out of the sudden riot as Lisms supporters shed with Krshias.

 But unfortunately, suddenly, it looked like it was an even fight.

 -

 Liscor heaved. It turned. It fought amongst itself. And all the momentum Krshia Silverfang had worked for was snatched up, converted, and turned on her in an instant. A ssic reversal in chess. Or perhaps Go was a more fitting metaphor?

 Whatever the case, it was messy. And dirty. And when a despairing and scratched-up Selys walked into the inn, in tears, while Krshia shouted at Lism on the streets and Zevara sat in her office and thought, the scales were even. Or perhaps nted in Lisms favor. He had more than enough scales already.

 And there theyy. Right up until the [Innkeeper], a young woman named Erin Solstice, came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. She listened to Selys. She heard about Olesm. She dropped the towel. Slowly, Erin picked it up off the floor. She looked at Selys, around at her inn, her patrons. She thought of Krshia. Erin Solstice looked out at Liscor and made a fist.

 Oh, it is on.

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