Book 7: Chapter 2_The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 2

 (A young woman from the Phillipines is a [Fisher] at the end of the world. The Last Tide, aicbook illustrated by Shane Sandk will being out this summer! Click on this link for more details!)

 Hey! You cant arrest me! Let go! Im innocent! I didnt mean to do it! Put me down! Ill wriggle! Hey! Hey!

 The Watch House on the 8th Floor of Pass was one of many of the stations that Pass City Watch operated out of. Again, unlike a smaller, and thus lesser city, Pass needed multiple areas to allow itsw enforcement to operate from.

 Almost every floor had a Watch House, positioned so that a patrol was never too far from trouble no matter where it might ur in the city. The one exception was the 9th, and that was only because it was the floor right below the battlements, and thus immediately reinforceable from that spot.

 In this case, the 8th Floors Watch House on the eastern section of the floor was generally quiet. You got thefts, and fights, and sometimes more serious crimes like armed robbery and so on, but aside from responding to an [Alchemist] causing an incident above, it wasnt as bad as the lower floors with the bazaar, a hotspot for [Thieves], or the major warehouse districts, the night life

 But there were always surprises. And unfortunately, the Watch Captains on duty today werent present in this particr Watch House. Thus, it fell to the Desk Sergeant to manage the building and the patrolsing in.

 Desk Sergeant. Different from Senior Guard. One was a rank, the other a position. A Senior Guard could fill that role if need be, and they often did, but a Desk Sergeant was temporary. The one on duty looked up as he heard the female voice shouting. A patrol marched through the doors, shoving a young woman forward. The Drake in charge marched up to the desk and saluted.

 Patrol Leader Medain reporting in, Desk Sergeant! Weve apprehended the criminal responsible for the disturbance on the 9th! Orders?

 The rest of the patrol fell in behind the Drake, on two sides of their prisoner. Said prisoner stared around the familiar, yet unfamiliar Watch House in Pass. It was rather like the one in Liscor, really, but just different enough to feel weird. Erin licked her lips nervously, staring at the patrol leaders back and then at the [Guards] surrounding her. Theyd carried her off the 9th floor and then marched her here and she had a bad feeling she was in serious trouble.

 Look, this is all a misunderstanding! Let me exin. I didnt mean to use the Skill

 Silence, Human! You do not have the right to speak!

 One of the [Guards] holding Erin bellowed right in Erins ear. Erin opened her mouth, saw the female Drake make a fist, and went still. She was nervous. This wasnt Liscors City Watch and she didnt know anyone except Watch Captain Venim.

 I uh, know Watch Captain Venim

 Silence! You are under arrest for using a mass-effect Skill in public!

 Erin winced. She had done that. But by ident! She opened her mouth, saw the fist swing up again, and fell silent. This wasnt her world where a beating was in theory, illegal. In this one, as Relc had once exined, punching a criminal wasnt just part of the job, it was the perk of said job. Of course, that had been him saying it, but Erin wasnt about to risk her teeth.

 Damage report?

 The Desk Sergeant was hidden from view. Erin heard the patrol leader snap a reply.

 Minimal. The patrol approached when the Skill ended and managed to sessfully retrieve the suspect without resistance. Per orders, the [Smith], Pelt, was not apprehended and his finished masterwork appears to bepleted.

 Ill send a memo to Watch Captain Qissa about it, confirming it was a sess. Patrol leader, is there a report on the quality of the masterworkpleted? Tell me its at least Gold-rank or all our tails are going to be chewed out by a [Senator] for dying the arrest.

 The entire squad around Erin winced, but the two holding her arms didnt let go. She bit her lip as the patrol leader replied.

 Some of the other [Smiths] vouchsafed to me that it was Silver-rank gear, but with enchantments it could be high-gold at least!

 Lets call it a win, then. Street Runnermessage for Watch Captain Qissa! 5th!

 Erin saw a scaly hand flick something across the desk. Then she saw a young, male Garudabut a boy, not an annoying teendash forwards. The Garuda grabbed the folded bit of parchment and hurtled out the door like a shot.

 Patrol leader, take your squad out and deal with anyints or disturbances caused by the Skill. Leave two guards for the prisoner.

 Yes, Desk Sergeant.

 The Drake at the desk saluted. He sounded tired, and he spared a re for Erin as he passed. The rest of the squad fell in, grumblingints. The two holding Erin dragged her forwards.

 Charges?

 Erin heard a weary voice. She saw a Drake, head bent, buried in paperwork as he wrote with a quill. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but the female Drake holding Erins right arm spat a reply at once.

 Use of a mass-effect Skill in public, Desk Sergeant! Resisting arrest, public disturbance, public nuisance, and disruption of industry!

 What? I didnt do all that!

 Erin protested. The two [Guards] holding her red and she hesitated.

 I didnt! And if you hit me, IllIll kick you back! I mean it! I know Watch Captain Venim! And Pelt and Maughin can tell you this was all a mistake!

 The Drake [Guardswoman] made a sound. She raised a fist and the Desk Sergeant looked up.

 At ease, Guardswoman.

 The female Drake instantly sprang to stiff attention. Erin breathed a sigh of relief and then did a double-take. The Drake sitting at the desk in front of her had a familiar face. And scales. They were a dull orange, and his narked expression and re put a name to his face in an instant.

 Kel? Hey, is that Guardsman Kel? Did you get promoted, Kel? Long time no see! I thought you were still on door duty! Hey, so this has been aplete misunderstanding

 Erin brightened at once. Kel wasnt the nicest [Guardsman] she knew, but she did know him. She smiled. Desk Sergeant Kel did not.

 Miss Erin Solstice. I have been promoted after the incident with the Creler attack. Two weeks ago, in fact.

 He looked openly proud about that. Erin smiled, and it was genuine, not just desperate; Kel had been the one who believed her when she warned Pass about the attack.

 Great! So, look, about this

 She was all set for Kel to tell the [Guards] to let her go, upon which shed clearly be treating him to a huge bag of cookies the next time she got back to her inn. And a hug. But the Desk Sergeant did not immediately call for Erins release. Instead, he sighed and continued writing.

 Miss Solstice, this is your opportunity to exin the incident that urred for yourself. Do you have any remarks?

 What? Sure! Let me clear the air. Look, it was an idental Skill. Peltyou know Pelt, right? Grumpy Dwarf? Well, there was this thing with him

 Kel held up a w and checked something.

 Can you corroborate a report of intimidation and near-battery by the Dwarf on two aggrieved Garuda males?

 What? Oh, that. They were bothering me. Well, Pelt overreacted, butits a long story.

 Proceed, then. As clearly as you can be, Miss Solstice.

 Kel looked up, clearly ready to take notes. Erin nced at the two [Guards] holding her arm. She was still manacled, but after her threat to punch one of them, they werent letting go. It was cool, though. Protocol. She tried to give Kel as brief and informative a summary as possible.

 And because yknow, Pelt was using the mes, I didnt get a chance to put them out myself. Which I dont know how to. But no one got hurt, right?

 She looked at Kel. The Drake finished writing, his quill dancing over the paper and only pausing now and then to dip in the inkpot. He looked up and cleared his throat.

 Hm. Thank you, Miss Solstice. You were cleared via truth spell, so I shall list your ount aspletely urate. Now

 The door to the Watch House swung open with a bang. Erin jumped, but a young voice shouted instantly.

 Message for the Desk Sergeant! 9th Floor!

 A young female Gnonother Street Runner barged up to the front desk without looking twice at Erin. She thrust a bit of parchment at Kel. He sighed and nodded to her.

 Received. Here. No messages at the moment.

 He flicked a Runners seal from a bowl at her and the Gnoll girl caught it and ran out. Kel unfolded the message and sighed as he read it. Erin was busy admiring the system of using Street Runners, but she saw Kels forehead crease. Now seemed like a good time.

 So, Kel, buddy. About this incident.

 The two [Guards] holding her, one the female Drake, the other a burly Duhan, both glowered. The Duhan, whod been silent until now looked at Kel.

 Is this the Human, Desk Sergeant?

 The [Innkeeper], Regil. Yes.

 Kels tone and expression made the two [Guards] eye Erin. She didnt like the look they were giving her and each other. Kel sighed. He put the parchment down and addressed the female Drake.

 Was any [Guardsman] hurt when Miss Solstice resisted arrest, Guardswoman?

 Nossir! But she squirms like a damn bag of worms, Desk Sergeant!

 The Drake red at Erin. Erin red back.

 Hey! You picked me up! I can walk! I

 She shut up as Kel lifted a w. The Desk Sergeants tone waswell, it was rather like Erin was used to in her previous dealings with Kel. Annoyed and resigned. The Drake sighed as he collected the note and paper hed written on into a single report.

 Right. Well, all things considered Miss Solstice, I believe you when you say it was an ident. And apparently, I have two dozen [Smiths] already protesting your arrest and standing witness. So it would behoove the Watch to look kindly on the ident.

 What? Desk Sergeant, it was a mass-Skill that could have been city-wide

 The [Guardswoman] barked. There was clearly some level of formality to Pass Watch system, because she shut up as Kel red at her.

 The protesting smiths include Master Maughin and Master Pelt of the cksmiths Guild.

 The female Drake bit her tongue. Erin smiled, but made it vanish as Kel looked at her. The Drake steepled his ws and sighed.

 On the other tail, this incident has upset arge number of Pass residents. But given your unique rtionship with Pass, I have no doubt once we get it all sorted, Watch Captain Venim or another day-Captain will find you innocent. Or at least, reprimand you to Liscors care after paying a fine.

 Erin breathed a sigh of relief as both of the Passian [Guards] glowered. She smiled at Kel.

 Thanks, Kel. So Im not in trouble?

 He nodded at her, and his half-re didnt change one bit. Kel paused.

 Not in any serious trouble, Miss Solstice. This is your first offence, and I will speedily convey the details of the situation to my superiors. I imagine they will want to speak with you before you are released. And until that moment, you are under arrest.

 He nodded to the two [Guards].

 Take her to the prison. Im not having her in lockup.

 Erins jaw dropped. The two [Guards] grinned. And then, only then did Kel smile faintly. Erin felt the two arms begin to drag her back. She tried to fight forwards, shouting.

 What? You cant do that! I thought we were friends, Kel! At least frenemies!

 Silence, prisoner!

 Treat Miss Solstice with care, [Guardswoman] Leciss. Unless she resists. Then Ill authorize force.

 Kel warned the Drake. She looked disappointed, but Erin was furious. She struggled towards Kels desk, ignoring the other [Guards] whod been idly watching her the entire time with urbane amusement.

 You cant do this! It was an ident!

 The Drake sitting at the desk met Erins furious re. He sighed.

 So you identally used a Skill that caused sadness in anyone who beheld it? And we should let you go because you didnt know any better? Is that right, Miss Erin?

 She hesitated. Well, when he put it like that

 But it was an ident. You know that. Right?

 Kel nodded agreeably. The Drake consulted his report.

 Absolutely, Miss Solstice. You were tested under truth spell and we have witnesses all corroborated in the report. Any Watch Captain would agree this was an ident. And I am sure they will when they have time to review your case. That usually urs each evening before nightfall.

 But why do I have to be in jail for it?

 The Drake paused. He met Erins eyes slowly.

 Why indeed? Miss Erin Solstice, I have over four hundredints in the lower Watch houses from people who witnessed your Skill. Distraught victims moved to tears. Families, guests of the city. People celebrating birthdays. Children. All of whom who were affected by your ident.

 He stared meaningfully at Erin. Her heart fell. And Pelt. She remembered his tears. Maughins too. Kel looked at her.

 Should I let you walk free, Miss Solstice? For your ident? That is within my authority as Desk Sergeant. If you believe I should, please, let me know.

 He was being unusually erudite. But Erin saw the glint in the Drakes eyes. He was enjoying this. She hung her head and muttered.

 Ill go quietly.

 Kel the [Guardsman] nodded with great satisfaction. As the other two [Guards] turned Erin around and began leading her out of the Watch House, he called at their backs.

 Put her in the non-magical section. Blockno, put her in our temporary holding area. In the punishment cell.

 What?

 Erin hesitated. The Drake grinned.

 As you say, Desk Sergeant! Come on, Human.

 She pulled at Erin. The young woman looked back.

 Kel? Wait. PunishmentKel?

 She ignored Erins protests and dragged her out of the Watch House. Kel listened to Erin shouting until her voice was muffled by the door mming shut. Then he sat back at his desk and sighed.

 Report to go to Watch Captain Qissa. Anyone headed down?

 Ill take it on my patrol.

 One of the Senior Guardswomen offered. A Gnoll trotted over and leaned on the desk. She was a grizzled veteran with a missing ear and scars from her encounters with trouble. She nodded to the door.

 So thats the Human whose door you had to guard this entire time, Kel?

 Yup.

 Is she always like that?

 Kel paused. He looked the Senior Guardswoman in the eye.

 That? That was the most pleasant encounter with her Ive ever had in my life.

 He held the look for a second. Then he went back to his work.

 -

 Pass prison was not a small ce. Again, topare it to a city like Liscor was to fundamentally change some aspects of, well, everything. Liscor was not Pass. And Pass, as a Walled City had a farrger criminal problem. And indeed, a different method of dealing with them.

 The Walled Citys prisons ran along the 3rd Floor. And they were built into the wall. Not the actual wall, but adjacent, creating a pocket along the floor hidden by enchanted stone. Out of sight and out of mind for most residents. Well, not out of mind; property value didnt seem to be that great around here, Erin saw. People didnt want to live next to a prison, even one as well-guarded as Pass.

 Indeed, the streets might not have been as nice as say, around Tails and Scales, but they were definitely clean and well-patrolled. The Watch was heavily entrenched in this area and for good reason. The prison kept Pass worst elements locked up and the Watch was prepared to house even [Mages] and powerful threats. And apparently, Erin had just been given one of the worst cells in the entire prison.

 Peel my scales and call me a fleshbag. Thats a nasty punishment. Desk Sergeant Kel must hate your guts, Human.

 The female Drake was gloating as she led Erin towards therge prison doors. Erin stared up apprehensively at the prison. The Duhan was more sympathetic. He looked down at Erin as one of his arms held her shoulder. Separate from his body; the rest of him was walking a few feet to Erins right. His detached arm had hold of Erin. It was very creepy.

 It seems harsh.

 The Drake snorted.

 Its only for a few hours. Shes not gonna die. Anyways, she gave us all this trouble. Why not throw her in with a few criminals for a few minutes?

 She grinned nastily at Erin. The Drake woman paused as they approached the gates.

 If it was up to me, and if you hadnt given us trouble, maybe Id have let you off in one of our nicer cells. But you asked for it. You think you can waltz on in from Liscor and do whatever you want? This is Pass.

 Yeah, you keep saying that. But it was an ident. Hey,e on. I dont need punishment. Right? How bad is thiscell?

 The two [Guards] looked at each other. The Duhan shook his head. The Drakeughed.

 Youll live. Hey! One for lockup!

 They passed through a double set of gates much like the ns Lyte had drawn up for Erins inn. [Guards] could hold this position against intrudersand, Erin sawattackers from within. They had to unlock the gates from their post to let the two [Guards] take Erin in. A Gnoll [Warden] called out.

 Which sector?

 Punishment cell.

 The Gnoll did a double-take as she let the [Guards] and Erin through into the main prison. She stared at Erin.

 Really? Whatd she do?

 Tell youter.

 The Drake marched Erin into the prison. Now, they were closer to Liscors prison. Lines of cells, some with narrow steel bars, were the first thing Erin saw. She shuddered, but Pass prison was far from dirty. In fact, it was uncannily clean and well-lit. Magical [Light] spells provided illumination and there wasnt any smell of sewers or the bugs and stains that sprang to mind when Erin imagined a prison.

 But it was far from nice. The [Warden] tossed the female Drake a ring of keys.

 You know the way?

 Yes, Warden!

 You have six minutes. Go.

 She nodded them off. The two [Guards] marched Erin forwards. She passed by cells, and saw the inmates look up as she passed. Some came to the bars. Others called out to the [Guards], asking what Erin was in for.

 Uh oh.

 Erin muttered. She hadnt believed shed actually go to jail. Not really. What was she, a criminal? But now she was here, it was starting to sink in.

 On they went. The two [Guards] led Erin past steel-barred cells, to the left. The prison wasnt one big corridor, but separated into blocks. The first block looked like a mass-lockup with steel bars and cells being the sole deterrent. The next area was filled with magical cells. Forcefields made of energy, glowing locksErin began to sweat.

 Quick! What was the first rule of prisons? Erin hadnt watched that new show, on TV! She tried to remember the few scraps she was aware of. Like when she and the Hobgoblins had been arrested. But this time it was serious. All of Erins jokesin prisonin prison you attacked the biggest guy first! Or girl! Wait, was this an all-female prison?

 Erin had a moment of hope. Right until she looked into one of the cells and saw a Gnoll ring at her. He was male.

 It was mixed prison. Drakes and Gnolls stared out of the bars. Garuda and Duhan and even this guy with feline features were there too, but other races were rarer. Some looked innocent, or at least, like they were people whodmitted an offense that wouldnd them an overnight sentence, like being drunk or causing a fight.

 But some looked like career criminals. And Erin judged that only by the look in their eyes. That impartial, cold look that told you they had seen people die and they could see your death too. Erin had seen that look before. In Relcs eyes, Klbkchsin many of her friends. And in a mirror. They stared at her, some grinning. Others appraising.

 She stared back. Erin wasnt afraid of them. Well, she was, but she wasnt going to show it and the criminals whose cell she passed appraised her a second time as she met more than one growling Gnolls eyes. But Erin was afraid.

 She was afraid of what the punishment cell was. Of having to do something to hurt someone. She remembered a Goblin, a pot of boiling oil. She never really forgot.

 Special section. Prisoner for the special cells. In here.

 The Drake and Duhan stopped at a cell and Erin blinked. They hadnt gone into any of the blocks. Theyd just kept heading left and now they were at a dead end. Erin looked about apprehensively. What was this section?

 It looked like just steel cells, like the standard ones. But the Drake and Duhan were ushering Erin into thest cell in the block. They pushed Erin into the cell.

 Hands out of the bars. Well unlock the manacles.

 The Duhan instructed Erin. Helplessly, the young woman did so. The Drake collected the manacles and keys. Erin stared around the cell theyd put her into.

 Wait, this is the punishment cell?

 The two [Guards] nodded. Erin looked around. The cell was small. Not as small as Calruz cell, but still like a box. And it was empty. Erin breathed a sigh of relief. Then she whirled, checking for traps, something horrible in the corner.

 Youll be here until someone reviews your case. Dont cause trouble, Human. If youre in some kind of emergency, shout. [Guards] patrol regrly. But keep shouting and theyll make you shut up.

 The Duhan warned Erin kindly. The Drake just turned. They were already walking away. Erin stared at their backs.

 But wait! Why is this the punishment cell?

 Youll find out!

 The drake called over her shoulder. Left with that, Erin could only take stock of her surroundings.

 Her first instinct was to check for something horrible in the cell or around her. But Erin only saw a slumbering shape in the cell across from hers. She nced around her cell quickly.

 It was bare. Wellthere was a bench/cot worked into one side of the cell. Erin could sit on it or sleep there. And the bars were far too thin for her to stretch through and there were horizontal ones as well as vertical. Erin stared around. Then she noticed a hole in one corner. She walked overand then walked back hurriedly.

 Sewage hole. Ew.

 It didnt stink too bad. But maybe it really stank after a while! Or overflowed! Erin winced. She did not want to have to use the bathroom here. Butshe hesitated.

 Its really not that bad.

 After a second she even found the cot had a pillow and a nket, folded, and hopefully, unused. There was a privacy screen Erin could drag out to use the bathroomit was a nice cell if you werent going to live in it. But where was the punishment?

 The young woman stared around the cell. Then she heard a sound. A voice rang out, sounding surprised.

 Whats this, whats this? Looks like I have a guest.

 Erin Solstice froze. She felt her skin crawl. And she had a thought. A premonition. Maybe the punishment wasnt a thing, but a person.

 She turned around slowly. And then she saw him. The upant of the cell across from her had risen. As Erin swung to face him, she saw the prisoner in the magical lighting. And Erin Solstice realized one thing.

 A prison was where bad people went. Sometimes innocent people. Sometimes people who made a single bad mistake, or were desperate. But sometimes the worst of the worst. The kind of people who were more monster than person. Who made you question whether the devil danced behind their eyes,ughing as they did unspeakable things. The kind of people who left scars by their very presence on the earth, who could hurt you just from a single conversation.

 A Drake stood in his cell, against the steel bars. His scales were dusky yellow, and his frame was slim. He was tall, and stood quite straight. He looked fine. Like anyone youd pass in a Drake city, really. Except for one detail that made Erin realize why he was in jail in an instant.

 He waspletely, absolutely, buck-stark-naked.

 Naked. Not a scrap of clothing on him. His scales shone in the magical light and he made no attempt to cover himself up. And the steel bars did not help either. The Drake posed in the magical light.

 Funny. I never get cellmates usually. I wonder why?

 Erin stared at him. He winked at her. She stared at his face. Then, slowly, her gaze travelled down. You couldnt really help it. Erin stared down, and then her face screwed up into an expression of profound annoyance and disgust. She threw up her hands and shouted.

 Aw! Come on!

 -

 The world was changing. In small andrge ways, unknowingly, the world Erin had found herself in was altering itself to mirror Earth. Some of it was intentional, by design of the strangers who found themselves in another world and tried to bring what they knew into this ce. But other events were incidental. They urred because it was a natural evolution.

 Like weights. Pass prisons were as yet devoid of sets of weights and the world in generalcked gyms. But in Pass, at the very moment Erin came face-to-face with Drake nudity, the first weight bar was being lifted by a grunting Gnoll.

 Some things were universal. A bar of steel, lead weights on each end. Rounded, naturally, and bnced on either side. Heavy lead weights. It had to be at least three hundred pounds of weight including the bar, and the Gnoll pumping the weight was unused to the exercise.

 Her arms strained as she tried to do a bench press. For a second it looked like her arms might give out as she halted halfway, but a roaring voice shouted a few feet above her.

 Lift! Dont you dare let that bar sink, Ferkr! Lift! Two more times! Push your limits!

 The struggling female Gnoll growled and the bar moved up. Slowly. So slowly. Grimalkin stood over her, bellowing encouragement.

 Dont let it slide! Bnce! Thats right! Up! Up!

 The arms movedfrom the force of Grimalkins bellowing as much as sheer willpower. The bar roseand it was up! But there was no ce to lock the bar. The Gnoll panted.

 Master Grimalkin

 Two more times! Thats right! Down! Slowly

 The Gnoll gasped as the bar lowered. She was fighting to keep it steady. Becauseanother thing yet missing from weight trainingthere was no locking nut on this bar. If Ferkrs arms let the bar go left or right, the weights would just slide off.

 Oh, and there was no spotter. As the bar lowered to her chest, Ferkr groaned. Grimalkin was still shouting.

 Inhale! And exhale as you push! Thats right! Up! Onest time! Push!

 I cant

 No one will help you on the battlefield or when a spell fails! There is only you! Push! Now

 Onest rep. Ferkr growled, then she howled as the bar loweredand then rose. It wobbled as it came up and Ferkrs arms lost their strength. The bar twistedthe weights began to slide and Ferkrs eyes went wide.

 Good!

 Grimalkin grabbed the bar. Without apparent effort, he lifted the bar up and caught the weights with one w. He lowered the bar in a perfect squat, and then rose as Ferkry on the bench, panting.

 Look at that! Testicles!

 He bellowed and every head in the room swiveled. Grimalkin pointed down at Ferkr.

 Five times! Five lifts at three hundred pounds! Ferkr could barely do one, but she forced herself to do five! She pushed her limits with sheer willpower!

 He punched one fist into his hand. Grimalkin strode past Ferkr as she struggled to sit up. He was a giantpared to her. Not in height, but mass. Grimalkin was almost pure muscle, from head to toe. He was simr to Erins notion of a bodybuilder from her world; his arms were twice asrge as a normal Drakes. Three times?

 He was also, coincidentally, a [Mage]. The Drake, or rather, [Sinew Magus], pointed at Ferkr and she winced. Grimalkins voice was near-bellow inside as he addressed the other upants of the gym.

 Willpower! Thats all it is. You can force yourself to do what your body protests! If a Selphid can Rampage and unlock a bodys potential, we can do the same! Ferkr, up! To your desk!

 He pointed and the female Gnoll swung herself up with a groan. But she didnt have time to rest; she slumped her way into a chair and desk. Then she stared at a roll of parchment in front of her. And a quill. And inkpot.

 You have thirty minutes. Begin!

 Grimalkin grabbed a sand timer and turned it over. Ferkr wanted to lie her head down on the desk, but she forced her paw to grab the quill and begin scribbling on the parchment. Her fur was matted with sweat and there was the odor ofworkout in the room. Grimalkin paused and his head turned, looking for another victim.

 Terreskil! Stopzing about and squat! You have fifteen more squats before you get back to your desk!

 He strode over to a Drake trying to do squats with a weight bar on his shoulders. The Drake groaned as Grimalkin stood over him.

 Squat! No, not that low! Do you want to injure yourself?

 Magus Grimalkin, I cant

 You only think you cant! And your brain is wrong! Give me another squat! Lift with your legs!

 The smaller, younger Drake tried to rise. But his legs shook and thenhe lost his bnce. Grimalkin caught the weight bar before the Drake could copse under it. He stood over Terreskil as the Drake fell to his knees, panting wildly.

 You have to push, Terreskil! Alright. Fifteen minutes of writing. To your desk!

 He hauled the Drake up with a single w. Terreskil looked like he wanted to protest, but he slumped over to his desk. Hey on it, panting.

 If you do not have at least two pages of writing, I will make you run fourps up and down the stairs! From the walls to the first floor!

 Grimalkin turned and bellowed at the students at their desks and working out. Terreskil looked up, a horrible expression of panic on his brow. He forced himself up on one elbow and began to writebut the effort of concentration was squeezing even more sweat from his scales.

 Across from him, Drakes, a pair of Duhans, and a Garuda were working out. They were lifting weights, and then trudging over to the desks set bare feet from the lifting stations to continue writing their essays.

 Desks set next to weights. If that was an odd juxtaposition, well, the room wasrge enough to amodate both. And indeed, Grimalkin had cleared this space of his regr equipment. The students were in fact doing their writing on a lovely Chandrarian carpet. Sweating onto it. Grimalkin pointed to a huge sweat stain pooling under Ferkr.

 [Cleanse].

 The stain on the carpet vanished. Grimalkin waved one wed hand and the smell of sweat and body odors vanished from the room. The Drake Magus nodded, satisfied. There was such a thing as cleanliness, especially in his domain.

 The students were in Grimalkins home. Well, home was misleading; they were in hisboratory area of hisrge estates in Pass. Normally, that conjured to mind an [Alchemist]s workshop, or a ce like a library, filled with mystical artifacts and magical symbols and so on.

 Not for Grimalkin the Fist Mage, self-proimed strongest [Mage] in Pass. Hisboratory was filled with weights at this moment. And the in, marked square of stone he usually practiced new spells or experiments in had been upied by the weights rather than the protective magical shield spells. On the other side of the room, where the students were frantically writing, they could look up at framed painting and diagrams.

 The diagrams were of different species bodies, some sourced from other [Artists] fascinated with the body, or darker experiments. Some of them were hand-drawn, by Grimalkin himself, noting different muscle groups.

 The portraits were of famous warriors. Heroes, [Martial Artists], all originals and illustrated by the finest [Artists] of their time. They were also all as true-to-life as Grimalkin could find; he had no time for fanciful imaginations.

 One particrly vivid portrait of a [Martial Artist] Stitch-Woman had been vividlyperhaps too vividly captured in full scope by some avid [Painter]. It would have been lewd, but forno, it was lewd. The artist had captured every detail and the [Martial Artist] had been very naked at the time. But Grimalkin kept it around. Prominently featured, in fact, next to one of his personal bookcases of texts.

 It would make most people suspect his reasons, but his students knew he only had eyes for the geography of the body. He had one true love, and it was the physical form. He had other nude paintings and diagrams too. And all of his students had learned to ignore them.

 Grimalkin of Pass. To see him shouting or exhorting his students as they worked out was to get an instant snapshot of his personality. But that was only half of him. Now, as all of his students went to their desks, the muscr Drake [Mage] walked down the lines of their desks. And his field-roar became softer. Still loud andmanding, but authoritative rather than shouty.

 Control your breathing. Inhalemove your diaphragm. Wonderful term, that. Expand your chest. Inhaleexhale. Deep, controlled breaths. Dont pant, Ferkr. Focus your minds as if youre preparing to cast a spell. Walk on a razors edge of concentration. I want those essays as precise as anything Id read from students in Fissivals Schrium.

 His students bowed their heads as Grimalkin walked past them, checking their work. They were writing essays. The apprentices were trading off, some exercising, and then, as they reached maximum fatigue, punishing their brains with magical textbooks or writing essays on their thoughts.

 I dont see your w moving, Terreskil.

 Grimalkin red at a Drake. The Drake jumped.

 I was collecting my thoughts, Master

 You were not. I can see your muscles rxing. Back straight! Think if you must, but dont lose focus!

 Grimalkin whirled, and his tail pped Terreskils back. The younger Drakeprobably only seventeen or so, groaned. And he couldnt bear it any longer.

 Master! Cant we rest for a few minutes? Weve been exercising for nearly an hour!

 The other students winced as his intive tone made Grimalkin turn back. The [Sinew Magus] brows shot together. He barked at Terreskil.

 Oh, and an hours work is enough to fatigue you so much that you cant put two words together on parchment?

 No, Master Grimalkin. I only meant

 Should we pamper you, Terreskil? Feed you as much food as you want and let you study at your leisure? Are we Wistram [Mages]? Would you like a couch to recline on? Something to drink? Alcoholic or not?

 Grimalkins purr was followed by him flicking his w. A crystal decanter filled with a soft, amber liquid floated over. And a cup. Terreskil hunched his shoulders.

 I didnt mean

 You want a break. Well, I have news for you, Terreskil! When the enemy is charging at you in the heat of battle, you do not get a break!

 Grimalkin roared in Terreskils earhole. His students winced as the [Sinew Magus] thumped a huge fist. Everything on Terreskils desk jumped, including the Drake.

 This is a crash course, Terreskil. I dont have nearly a decade to waste on making you a [Mage]! Let alone the inclination! You have one year, two at most to pass my ss. And when you do, you will find the rest of life is easy by <emparison! Do you want to be a [Mage]?

 Yes, Magus Grimalkin!

 Say it louder!

 Yes, Magus Grimalkin!

 Terreskil shouted. Grimalkin nodded. Then he strode past Terreskil as the Drake bent back to his essay. The [Mage] turned as he faced his ss of a dozen students.

 [Mages] write! If you cant express yourself on parchment and paper, you will leave nothing behind! More to the pointyour brain is a muscle! You will use it or it will be as weak as an infants! If anyone has finished their essay on Valmiras spellcasting in history and modern implementation, I want you on the weights! If one set of muscle is tired, work another!

 One of his students rose. A Duhan. Grimalkin flicked his w and the finished three pages of notes floated towards him. He read as the Duhan wearily headed to his next stationa set of barbellsand began doing exercises with his arms.

 The [Sinew Magus] read fast and efficiently, his eyes flying down the page. He dismissed the parchment and nodded to the Duhan.

 Hmf. Not bad, Giren. Pass. I disagree that [Valmiras Comets] is in fact a powerful Tier 5 spell if used with the proper base of manaits costly and useful only against a massed army. Such as the Antinium. But there are more effective Tier 5 spells. Neverthelessgood.

 Thank you, Magus.

 The Duhan panted. Grimalkin nodded at him. The other students, including the sole Gnoll, Ferkr, looked up at Giren briefly. That was the highest praise Grimalkin normally awarded. Giren was his oldest student, nearing two years. He was muscr and, if his performance was any indication, hed soon be graduated from Grimalkins training course.

 Twenty minutes left! Fourps if you fail to turn in an essay of the required length or present a halfway decent argument! That goes for essay structure as well! Push your limits!

 Grimalkin roared. His students worked frantically because he meant every word of what he said. And running fourps up and down Pass stairs would kill them.

 Now, why would anyone subject themselves to such intense and abusive training? Any casual onlooker would have conted Grimalkins training with a kind of torture, and it was. His students worked their bodies day and night, copsing into their beds, and then got up to do it day after day. They tore muscles. They bled. Some of them broke bones, but if they did, Grimalkin just healed them up and made them exercise properly.

 It was said that even Pass elite [Soldiers] received training from Grimalkin, and his instruction was feared even by them. Surely no one with a sane mind would ever apprentice themselves to him, master [Mage] or not. But one thing kept the students in Grimalkins ss at their desks, as sweat beaded their skin, scales, feathers and armor.

 His promise. Grimalkin would ept any student in the world, regardless of species or age or gender. All he demanded for his sses was raw talent. In either muscle or magic. His students paid to go through hell, but after only a single year or two, three on the outside, theyd be certified as full [Mages] by Grimalkin himself, capable of casting magicin his unique way.

 When Giren graduated, he could enroll in any magical academy in the world with credentials. Fissival would take Grimalkins students and assume theydpleted basic spellcraft theory,bat training, and any number of sses it would take their students four years to master. Belchans [Mage] College would likewise regard Grimalkins students aspetent and ready to move into their advanced spell studies.

 WistramWistram would probablyugh at a student applying from Grimalkins training course, but not to the students face. Because Grimalkins students were also rated forbat. Even the worst students were instantly certified at the Silver-rank in the Adventurers Guilds and they could also enter Pass army with immediate promotion to a lower officer rank.

 That was the allure of Grimalkins training. He did not, in his own words, coddle his students. Instead, hed developed the harshest courses a body could endure, designed to bring out a students potential in the shortest amount of time.

 And it worked. Grimalkin might be ridiculed as the Fist Mage, but never to his face. Hed killed Adult Crelers on the battlefield, in enemy [Mages] with his bare fist and spellshed even dueled Archmage Feor of Wistram. And lost, it was true, but hed walked away from the duel.

 Physical magic. Sinew magecraft. The concept of weaving mana throughout the body. Storing it in muscle. If Star Lamias can store it in their scales, and if half-Elf bodies are naturally magically inclined, why cant any species create natural mana stores in the body? Yours are developing well, Giren. Yes. Thats right. Concentrate the mana in your arms.

 Grimalkin pointed at Giren. The Duhan was lifting an enormous dumbellseventy pounds of weightand curling his left arm with slow, deliberate motions. Grimalkins students could see the Duhan concentrating fiercely. He wasnt just using his musclehe was enhancing it with magic to lift the weight. Grimalkin nodded approvingly.

 It is the base of your spellcasting reserves! When you draw on it, you can be as strong as a regr [Warrior] with Skills! And when you need it, you will have deeper mana reserves than mostmon [Mages]! This is how we surpass more magically-gifted species!

 He flexed one huge arm. His apprentices saw Grimalkins body, a mass of magic, flex, demonstrating his very theory in action. It was Grimalkins unique way of spellcraft. The Drake was known for his oundish theories that defied conventional, modern magical theory. He was always trying out something new.

 Like this. Weight training with weights, made of steel and lead and iron followed by intensive mental exercise. Grimalkin peered at another essay as his Garuda student rose and handed him his papers.

 Pass! Your spelling needs work, Ekil, but pass. Good! I see this experiment is working. Ill have to thank Miss Solsticeter. And we will be trying out her sparring chess theoryter.

 His ss groaned as one under their breaths. Grimalkins apprentices had not met Erin Solstice except from afar or briefly, but they had learned to curse her name. Thistest ideawriting essays after working outwas based on one of the things Erin had taught Grimalkin for his assistance.

 Chess boxing. Or rather, mental and physical exercise in bouts. Fascinating. And I would try this chess boxing, although it sounds highly unproductive. Especially if I were to challenge Chaldion. Still, this is worth trying. Now

 Grimalkin stepped back and stopped exhorting his ss for a second. He eyed Giren and the Drakes eyes analyzed the Duhan from top to toe. Grimalkin nodded to himself. He could read a bodys configuration, from the way sinew and bone and tendon moved to the health and strength of a person.

 The Drake found his personal journal and opened it. A quill flew up and the Drake began dictating some notes as the quill, devoid of any hand, began transcribing his thoughts.

 Lets see. Control group is actually progressing less quickly than my new weight-training ss. This dedicated lifting with weights is more efficientif very targeted towards specific muscle groups. But it is far better than full-contact sparring or training with leaded weapons for pure bodybuilding. Incredible.

 This was one of two groups of apprentices Grimalkin had divided up. The other group was partaking of Grimalkins traditional course. They ran, sparred, and exercised without the weights. This ss was using the newfangled weights that Grimalkin had been so taken by. In fact, the weights set hed ordered from Pass forges had arrived two weeks ago and Grimalkin had put his students through the wringer testing them out to their fullest.

 Magus Grimalkin? Im finished.

 More students were handing Grimalkin their essays. He read them quickly before sending them to the weights. Three students he failed and gave them ten minutes to correct their errors.

 Ferkr was one of them. Grimalkin flicked the parchment back at her.

 Incorrect! I want a thesis, Ferkr, not a history lesson. Give me a point! Ive taught you the fundamental shape of forming an argument. Rewrite the essay. Twenty minutes!

 Yes, Magus.

 The other students looked at Ferkr sympathetically as she slumped at her desk. She was the only Gnoll Grimalkin had ever taught as a potential [Mage]. The huge Drake hovered over Ferkr.

 What is your thesis?

 Thatthat Valmiras magic was powerful for its time, Magus?

 Uneptable!

 Grimalkins bellow made Ferkr p one paw over her ear. The Magus moderated his tone.

 Ah. I forget Gnolls have such good hearing. My apologies. What I meant to say wasuneptable! That is a nd, empty thesis, Ferkr! Give me something that wont make me regret reading your essay! What about Valmira can you personally share that I dont already know?

 IIValmiras magic was powerful for its time, Magus, but it was fundamentally wed? Which is why she perished in her magical duel with Archmage Nekhret?

 Grimalkin paused.

 Go on.

 Ferkr hesitated. The female Gnoll felt her way forwards carefully.

 Shehad tremendous spell-theory, but her magic is fundamentally unshaped. Hence your notes about [Valmiras Comets] being mana-efficient, but ineffective in how the spell itself is shaped?

 Not my notes. Its echoed in any number of analytical texts. Nevertheless, Valmira was so gifted at magical maniption that the spell is still in use in any number of spellbooks. Good! Herecite me from Archmage Redovils Analysis of Spells in Warfare, a Retrospective, and make me an argument. Twenty minutes!

 Grimalkin strode off. Ferkr sighed, but she got to work. And in twenty minutes, she came back and Grimalkin passed her.

 Good. To your station, Ferkr. Squats. Nodeadlifts.

 The Gnoll nodded. She felt better after nearly an hour of writing, although her head hurt instead. She paused as she went over to the weights bar.

 Um. Which lift is this, Magus?

 Ah. Back muscle. Bendlift the bar from the front.

 Right.

 Ferkr bent and tried the back-intensive lift. After a second, Grimalkin stormed over.

 No! Your hips are too low, Ferkr! Keep that back straight! Proper form is essential. Youll damage your back. Not like that. Like this.

 He demonstrated. Ferkr, blushing, nodded.

 Apologies, Magus.

 Grimalkin shook his head briskly as he maneuvered Ferkr, making sure she was lifting right.

 Not your fault. Ive been testing you all in too many positions. But there is a proper way to do these lifts. I can see I need some illustrations to go along with these sets. We have healing potionsbut what a waste! Besides, healing potions undo all the work were trying to do. The low-grade ones, at least.

 He frowned as Ferkr did a proper lift this time.

 It is fascinating. All this potential for improving ones strength in a rtively safe environment still has inherent risk. I can easily see someone failing to develop the body correctly. Just as Miss Solstice said. Ill write a manualthe entire body needs to be developed. Upper and lower body. And the core.

 He relished the word. Ferkr grunted. She was keeping her abdominal muscles tight, as Grimalkin had shown her. Hed preached about the strength of the abdomen, but all these new terms like repetition, core, and deadlifts and so on were a product of his meeting with one Human.

 Good. Youre clearly not at your limit, but this is meant to train the muscle rather than push it. Lets call itfifteen sets.

 Magus, should I use the locking mechanism? I feel like these weights are going to slip off.

 Ferkr pleaded. Grimalkin snorted.

 They might. Which is why I want proper form. Ill include them in the other sets, but I want you to learn bnce, Ferkr. You have a good foundation; Gnolls are physically adept naturally. But I want you to learn control.

 Yes, Magus.

 Grimalkin nodded. Ferkr got back to work and Grimalkin supervised his ss. After a second he heard a chime.

 Someone at the door? Giren.

 The Duhan was on his break between workouts. He got up and smartly came back.

 An apprentice to see you, Magus. Smith Tirren?

 Ah, yes. Show them in.

 Grimalkin turned as a Drake apprentice, his scales smudged with soot, humbly entered Grimalkins abode. He bowedor tried to, but Grimalkin was too busy for formalities.

 Smith Tirrenstest work is finished?

 Yes, Magus. Heres the set of weights you ordered. Smith Tirren wants to assure you hes used the best steel, so the metal shouldnt flex like it did before.

 The apprentice offered Grimalkin a bag of holding. The Drake began pulling out metal bars and weights. He nodded, grunting.

 Quality looks good. I may need enchanted bars to hold the weight personally, but the expensefor now, steel. And theres clearly a weight limit. Ill add that to my manual. And Id like to make another order of Tirrens smithy.

 Of course, Magus! More sets of weight?

 The apprentice bowed hurriedly. Grimalkin was a good customer and the [Smiths] of Pass wanted his gold. Grimalkin nodded absently.

 I have enough personal sets with my students and I think Im ready to send the product out. Ill need topose a manual, but the weights themselves are fine. Ill need bags of holdingI dont think I have enough. But never mind that. Lets see. I promised a set to that Human City Runner. Guardsman Relchm.

 He counted briskly as the apprentice waited, fishing out a bit of parchment to take Grimalkins order. The Magus mused to himself.

 Lets send a dozen sets to Manus so they can test the equipment thoroughly. Im sure they can replicate the design once they see the inherent value. A few to the other citieshm. Ill take sixty sets in total to be safe. Payment up front.

 Sixty?

 The apprentices eyes bulged. Grimalkin eyed him.

 Assuming Master Tirrel can handle so many weight sets? I would like all of them inthree days. And twenty by tonight. I can ask another smith to split the difference if

 No, no! Master Tirrel will absolutely have the sets done.

 The apprentice fell over himself trying to assure Grimalkin. The Drake nodded.

 Have Master Tirrel contact the Merchants Guild regarding payment. I will draft a note to themhere. No doubt theyll send someone to confirm, but the funds should be immediately released.

 He handed the apprentice a letter after a moment and sighed. The apprentice took it and bowing over himself, hurried out of Grimalkins home. No doubt Master Tirrel would have to contract some of his fellow smiths to help with the huge order, but hed scored a massive sale.

 Grimalkin didnt even think of the gold hed spent, though. He was already back to coaching Ferkr and his other students. The Gnoll panted as Grimalkin had her doing a hanging leg lift. Hed alreadye up with the exercise, but now Ferkr had to hold a dumbbell between her feet as she lifted her legs up to waist-level and swung them down.

 Good. Good. Im impressed; Gnolls do have an easier time by andrge with my workouts than Drakes. Well, it is a species difference. I hadnt appreciated it until now. But then, you are the first of my apprentices in your species. How long have you been studying, Ferkr?

 Six months, Magus.

 Grimalkin nodded. Ferkr was a special project.

 And the Meeting of the Tribes ising up. Hm. Wed better begin preparing you for that day. Well work in more private spellcraft studying time, although I hate to cut short your physical regimen.

 Yes Magus.

 Ferkr brightened, although Grimalkins mental studies were almost as taxing as his physical lessons. But then her face fell.

 Magus Grimalkin

 Yes?

 The female Gnoll hesitated. She bit one lip as she lifted her legs, grunting with the effort of the exercise.

 Am Iready for the Meeting of the Tribes?

 You can cast magic.

 Yes, Magus. But

 But Grimalkins training was as much exercise as it wasmagic.And Gnolls couldnt cast magic like [Mages]. Everyone knew that. Ferkr bit her tongue on all of that; shed get another shouting lesson. But Grimalkin seemed to read her mind. He sighed, and for once, didnt bellow.

 If youre worried about your magical ability, Ferkr, you are capable of casting magic. Drop. Cast [Light] for me. Now.

 She did so. Ferkr held out her paw, and concentrated. After a moment, a ball of yellow light appeared over her paw. It was hard, but as the orb rose, she stared at it.

 Magic. The other apprentices eyed Ferkr. A Gnoll casting a [Mage] spell. Grimalkin nodded.

 There. What do you have to worry about? You will go to the Meeting of Tribes and show them you can cast magic.

 Yes, Magus. But only Tier 1 and Tier 2 spells at best! Ive been here six months and

 Ferkr tried not to whine like a Gnoll cub. Grimalkin paused. He took his time in his reply as he eyed Ferkr up and down.

 It is true that you have had more difficulty naturally essing your internal mana than any other apprentice Ive ever taught. Which is fascinating, incidentally. In order to cast basic spells, it has taken youhow many months?

 Four.

 Longer than most, I will admit. It was a mental block near the end. But Ferkr, listen to me.

 Grimalkin put a w on Ferkrs shoulder, squeezing gently. For him. He met his apprentices eyes firmly.

 Youve built up my fundamental basis for mage-muscle magical storage, or magical sinew. Im still thinking of a catchy appetion. And it is true, you struggled hard to get to where you are. Are yougging behind some apprentices in your spellcraft? Of course! I wont lie to you.

 The Drake nodded, gesturing to Ferkr as he walked around her.

 There is somestrange phenomenon going on with the Gnollish ability to cast magic naturally. But you came to me to learn magic. You wanted to learn it and you had the passion and grit to ovee your limitations! Once you punched through your initial inability, you were able to cast magic! Effectively! Which proves Gnolls only need grit. Determination!

 He clenched a fist, his voice rising with each sentence.

 You will prove to the tribes that Gnolls can cast magic! You have what it takes, Ferkr! Dont you dare doubt yourself after all youve done! You have what it takes! Willpower! Strength of character!

 Testicles?

 One of Grimalkins apprentices muttered under his breath. Grimalkins head turned.

 Dont be ridiculous, Terreskil. Anyways, I believe in you, Ferkr. And I will not tolerate weak-mindedness!

 Ferkr practically glowed under the rare praise. Grimalkin pped her shoulder and she staggered. Briskly, he turned.

 It will be a huge discovery. And you and I will go down in modern history for bringing this, Ferkr. I have no doubt. But Im still looking into this odd phenomenon with the Gnolls. You will certainly prove to all the Gnolls that you can cast magic. But you are not alone.

 The female Gnoll nodded hesitantly. She looked at Grimalkin.

 Is it just perception that makes it so hard for Gnolls to be [Mages], Master Grimalkin?

 He paused.

 No. I dont think so. There is some reason behind theck of magical ability in recent generations of Gnolls. There was a Gnoll apprentice who journeyed to Wistram, forty years ago. Or so I understand. One of their [Shamans]. Wasnt there a controversy among the Gnoll tribes in sending such a student?

 Yes, Magus. The tribes have an issue with the academy. They wont trade with Wistram

 Grimalkin waved a w.

 Not that. I know all about the reaction of the tribes. I mean, the decision to send a Gnoll to Wistram at all. There was some controversy in even sending a potential student. And I checked the records via my contact at the academyno Gnoll had been sent for thest three hundred years before that. Why?

 The young Gnoll shook her head.

 Im not a ins Gnoll, Magus. I was born in Pass.

 Hm. Well, I can see why this misconception urred. There was a problem with your ability, Ferkr, but it can be ovee. Gnolls can be [Mages]. Youre proof of that. Not just you, either.

 Magus?

 Grimalkin was rubbing at his chin. He spoke thoughtfully.

 The white Gnoll childMrshais also utilizing some nature magic. When you present your findings at the Meeting of the Tribes, you may cite heralthough given what I understand of white Gnolls, it might prove controversial.

 Ferkr nodded uneasily. Grimalkin went on.

 A white Gnoll cub. I dont know all of the nuance, but it would be at Miss Solstices inn. I must speak with her again. What is she hiding? A second Gnoll who can cast magic, weights, her uncanny

 He broke off and shook his head. Grimalkin returned his attention to Ferkr.

 You will do fine, Ferkr. There are records of Gnoll [Mages] in history. And yes, a Gnoll [Archmage]! With the ss! But that was thousands of years ago. What changed in that time? Why are Gnolls now only [Shamans]? You will go to the Meeting of Tribes, show them what Iwehave uncovered, and find out why this phenomenon exists. I expect a full investigation. You are my student. Do me proud.

 Ferkr nodded. She stood a bit straighter and smiled. Grimalkin did too, just for a second. Then his re reappeared.

 And before you get there, I will have you half again as strong as you are now and you wont quit training until you can cast [Fireball]! Back to work! And remember to hydrate yourselves! Hydrate. Where does she?

 He paused. Then, Grimalkins head turned.

 Strange. What am I missing? How could she possibly know all this? Beyond strange. Either her parents were [Martial Artists], orwhat?

 Grimalkin of Pass paused. And his mind wrestled with the outline of an idea so audacious he couldnt even frame it. But then he shook his head and got back to work. Hed check on Erin Solsticeter. But he wouldnt forget. Grimalkin had a list of important things, truly important things he was focused on like a bolt of lightning and Erin Solstices name had made it onto that list. There was something about her.

 -

 When she thought about it, really thought about it, it was only fitting. Absurd, maybe. But it fit.

 Erin Solstice sat in her cell and thought about what shed done. Really thought about it.

 She knew she could be reckless. Impulsive. And normally, normally that was fine. Erin knew people thought she was crazy, or an idiot. And some of what she put on was an act. But she could be spontaneous. It was fine when she was ying with Mrsha, or in her inn.

 But sometimes, Erin just didnt think. And when she didnt, she hurt people. By ident, but she hurt them deeply. It felt like shed done that more often, recently. First Toren, where Erin hade face-to-face with her biggest mistake. Now Pelt.

 Erin hadnt thought about her taking the knife hed made. Or about the consequences of using her Skill on him. And perhaps it had worked out. But she remembered his tears.

 She had done bad things. Erin saw a skeletons heart breaking. And her own heart hurt in reply. Shed done a bad thing. Not just to Pelt. Maybe she belonged here. Just for a bit. Erin sat on her cot and drew her knees up to her chest. Maybe she needed punishment.

 Psst. Whatd you do to get in here? Come on. I know youre awake. Hey, Human. Im over here. Excuse me? Hello?

 And that punishment was sitting across from the most annoying Drake in the entire world. Erin put her hands over her ears. But she could still hear the Drake.

 Hey! Rude! Excuse me if Im trying to be social. What, are you too good to talk? Typical. You know, this is why people dont like Humans. Youre giving your species a bad name, you know.

 Erin red into her knees. Perhaps this was fitting. She turned away from the Drake in the cell opposite hers. There was a pause and Erins hands over her ears muffled the Drakes voice. She breathed a sigh of relief.

 Then something bounced off the back of her head. Erin shot to her feet.

 Stop that! And put some clothes on!

 She shook her fist at the Drake standing in the other cell. She tried not to look, butyeshe was still naked. He folded his arms, satisfied by her reaction.

 Youre not the [Warden], Miss Human. Finally willing to talk?

 Go away! Turn around!

 What? Why?

 The Drake struck another pose, one leg on his cot. He was doing this on purpose! Erin turned red.

 Youre naked!

 So?

 Erin mouthed silently. She looked for what hed thrown at her. It was a little stone. Erin picked it up and hurled it back. It flew through a gap in the cell at the Drakeshe dodged.

 Hey! That was uncalled for!

 Cover yourself up! Why are you naked? Arent there rules about this? Why dont the guards make you put on pants!?

 Miss, no force on earth could make me put on pants.

 The Drake smirked at her. Erin stared at his face. Just at his face.

 After five minutes in here, Erin realized why this was called the punishment cell. She hadnt really understood it at first, but it was a punishment. More than being locked in a cell with some [Murderer]. You see, that would have been cruelty. Torture. Or just in old murder since youd be in the cell witha [Murderer].

 But this? This was punishment. Erin had tried to ignore the Drake when she realized he was naked. But he kept bothering her. And throwing things at her. And refusing to leave her alone. She didnt want to give him the satisfaction, buthe was annoying.

 You know, youre being quite rude. Here I am, trying to introduce myself, and you wont even talk to me. Or look me in the eye.

 The Drake sighed as he leaned against his cell bars. Erin stared at him.

 Me? Rude? Youre the one with no clothes on!

 And youre the one looking. So why is this my fault? Im not trying to offend you.

 The Drakes voice was reasonable, intive. AndErin heard the note of humor he was suppressing. She red at him, but she was drawn into this stupid argument already.

 Whyyoure naked! Thats disgusting! Youre all offense! Stop waving that thing at me!

 What? Im not waving anything, Miss Human. And whatever offense you might be takingtheres not much of it to go around! Its tiny! And its not going to get bigger, trust me.

 The Drake gestured. Erin closed her eyes. The pebble bounced off her stomach. She made an inarticte sound.

 Stop that! Or Ill throw that through your face!

 Come on. Lets talk.

 Not until you put something on!

 Okay, okay, fine.

 Erin opened her eyes. She stared at the Drake. And then the pillow covering his crotch. Erin saw him grin.

 Dont you have any clothes?

 Nope.

 Put the nket on!

 No. Im making a concession with the pillow. Its a pain to hold here. Iwhoops.

 He dropped the pillow. Erin tried to unsee, but it was toote. The Drake bent and tried to pick the pillow up.

 Stop. Juststop.

 Hey youre the one with the problem here. Not me. If youre so upset, give me your pants! Ill wear them!

 The Drake waved the pillow at Erin huffily. She stared at him. After a second she covered the lower half of his body with one hand. It wasnt that Erin wanted to look, but she couldnt help it.

 I get why this is called the punishment cell. Will you leave me alone?

 Absolutely not. This is the most fun Ive had all day. Hey, I have the pillow back on.

 I dont believe you.

 Im trying! Look, Ill hold the pillow here. If I lean against the cellno, wait, there it goes again.

 Please stop.

 The Human and Drake stared at each other from their cells. Erin tried to reappraise the Drake. Aside from the obviouswell, he was male. And naked. But Erin couldnt help but feel like theyd met. What a thought!

 Buthold on. Erin vaguely remembered this Drake. Somehow. He was eying her and clearly he had no idea who she was, but

 Hold on. Youre that nude guy!

 I am? I mean, I am. I prefer all-natural, but go on. Have we met?

 No. Yes. I mean, I was in the bar and you were getting arrested.

 Ah. That happens a lot. Which time was this?

 Likea long time ago. Are younowhy are you naked? Please tell me that.

 Well, it just so happens that I was arrested. And the [Guards] didnt give me any clothes.

 Really?

 The Drake sighed.

 Well, they offered, but I refused. You know how it is.

 You got arrested for being naked.

 Erin spoke tly. The Drake red at her above her protective hand. He tried to rattle the bars of his cell, but they were too well-made for that.

 It wasnt my fault! There I was, minding my own business, when suddenly I was arrested!

 Were you wearing clothes at the time?

 The Drake paused. He scratched at the scales along his cheek.

 I was. But before I knew it, they were gone.

 How does that evenyou took them off!

 No! Maybe! I have a habit of taking them off whenever. My clothes, I mean.

 Whenever what?

 The Drake shrugged. Hed clearly dropped his pillow again. Erins arm was getting tired, but she kept the hand in ce. The Drake put one foot on his cot again, casually speaking to her. It was a pose Erin wouldnt have minded on anyone but him.

 Just whenever. Clothes go on, I take them off. Its a habit. Anyways, I got arrested, thrown in here. Id like to say that its rare, but I end up here at least once a week, or so it seems.

 No, really?

 Really. But it was an ident, I swear!

 Thats not

 Erin bit her tongue. An ident. She saw Kels face and red at the Drake. She wasnt getting anywhere with her first line of questions, so she tried another tack.

 Why do you take your clothes off? Are you justa [Stripper]?

 Nah. I mean, Im sure it pays well, but thats not me. Its just a habit from work.

 What work? Nude dancing?

 The Drake frowned absently at Erin.

 Again, no. Ive tried it, but its a young persons game and I never get tipsIm an [Alchemist], actually.

 What?

 Erins hand faltered. She sawthe hand went back up. It turned out the Drakes were like Humans in many ways. They had scales, but they werent Lizardfolk. Erin had talked with Selys and Krshia about it, actually. But she hadnt realizedshe red at the Drake.

 An [Alchemist]? Youre lying.

 The Drake looked hurt.

 Absolutely not! Im a 100% [Alchemist]. And before you askyes, normally we wear heavier clothing. I knew a fellow who wore armor when mixing his potions.

 And you do it naked?

 Erin skeptically eyed the Drake. But now she was looking more closelyshe thought she did see some colorful stains on his scales. Xif, the Gnoll [Alchemist] from Pass had possessed the same stains. And there was a faint odor of chemicaling from the Drake. He shrugged at her.

 Look, think of it this way. Clothing is expensive. It also tends to get stained and messy when youre mixing up reagents. Or catch fire, evaporate, retain poisonits really more hassle than its worth, havent you found?

 Um. No. Not at all. And if I spilled a potion on me, Id probably want clothing on me. Or my skin would do all those things.

 The Drake nodded wisely.

 True, true. Ah, well, perhaps its also my Skills. I have a number of them that help me resist effects on my scales, so if I drop something nasty on myself, it usually only affects said clothing. Which is why Ive gotten in the habit of undressing when I perform alchemy.

 Thatactually made sense. In a stupid sort of way. Erin had seen Relc demonstrating his [Iron Scales] Skill and she knew it was possible. She sighed.

 So why do you strip in public? An ident?

 Well

 Ohe on! There are kids out there!

 Hey! Its <emfortable being naked. Have you not walked around in the nude? Do you remember what it felt like?

 Erins cheeks turned red. She snapped back at him.

 Im not answering that!

 He made a scoffing sound.

 Pssh. Please. Everyones been naked. And its natural. Anyways, thats not my only reason. Being naked is actually an act of expression. A protest against society and the shackles of Drake culture. Its my way of railing against the system.

 He drew himself up, spreading his arms in another pose as his legs opened. Erin refused to lower her hand.

 Youre just a pervert.

 Hey! Only by societys standards. Anyways, its not sexual. Ive met weird people who enjoy this. In a sexual way. Disgusting, right?

 Stop talking to me.

 Erin had to turn away and lower her arm for a second. Something bounced off her back. She swung around with a growl.

 Stop throwing things!

 Hey, Im just trying to carry on a conversation.

 The pillow was back in ce. The Drake grinned at Erins expression. Grudgingly, she folded her arms.

 Youre not going to leave me alone, are you?

 Nope. Its rare the [Guards] throw anyone in the cell across from mine. Punishment cell? Now, that hurts my feelings a tiny bit. Anyways, what are you in for, Miss Human?

 He grinned at her. Erin realized she hadnt gotten his name. She bit her lip.

 Erin. Erin Solstice. Im in here because Iidentally used a Skill.

 Ooh. How many people died?

 The Drake eyed Erin. She red.

 None! It was an ident!

 He grinned.

 Good. Id hate to think I was standing across from a murderer. They have a few in here, you know. Nasty types. Good thing youre stuck with me.

 Id rather be stuck across from a murderer.

 No, you wouldnt. Theyre no fun. Well, do you have a ss, Miss Erin? Can I call you Erin?

 No. And Im an [Innkeeper].

 The Drakes gaze sharpened.

 Ah. So youre the one with the magic door. Ive been meaning to check it out, but I keep getting arrested. Pleased to meet you, Miss Erin! You know, I heard about you from some friends.

 Really?

 Yup. Xif. And Rufelt and Lasica. They keep talking you up and I saw the most fascinating flower Xif had bought from you. Well now, I am pleased to meet you. They call me Saliss, Miss Erin Solstice. Saliss Oliwing. [Alchemist] of Pass, at your service. Ill stop annoying you now.

 The Drake bowed slightly, and nearly dropped the pillow again. Erin stared at him.

 Saliss?

 The name rang a faint bell. But Erin couldnt have said where shed heard his name. She distinctly remembered Rufelt and Lasica talking about him, but for what? She tried to remember, and then frowned.

 Wait. You were doing that on purpose?

 Saliss winked at Erin as he held the pillow in ce.

 Obviously. Its fun to mess with people who havent met me before. But since youre a friend of friends, Ill stop. And I did think youdmitted an actual crime. The Watch really dont put just anyone across from me. They must really hate your guts. Lets start this over, shall we?

 Erin stared at Saliss. Then she hunted for the pebble hed thrown at her. He nimbly dodged it as she hurled it back at him. He was quick! Even with her [Unerring Throw], she couldnt nail him.

 Hey! I apologize, but you really should have introduced yourself sooner!

 To a nudist throwing rocks at me?

 Saliss sighed.

 Everyone holds that against me. You know, Gnolls kids run about naked. And all theyve got is fur! Whats wrong with scales?

 Erin pointed. The pillow was thankfully still in ce. Saliss looked offended.

 What, that? Gnolls have them too! The male ones, at any rate. Dont be vulgar.

 Youre the naked one!

 Erin shouted back. Their argument had woken some of the inmates in the cells a ways away. Erin heard a chorus of voices and several insults.

 Shut up over there! Im trying to sleep!

 Ancestors. Whos shouting?

 Its that freak. Turn around!

 Saliss turned as the other prisoners came to their cells and shouted at him and Erin. He dropped the pillowErin recoiled along with the others. But Saliss spread his arms and his legs and angled his body to face the other prisoners.

 Mock me if you will! But dont pretend Im anything but honest! Natural! All of you are just prudes! Constrained by clothing! Grow up! Everyone has something!

 Most of the inmates turned away, shouting insults at the Drake [Alchemist]. The male ones were mortally offended and Erin heard more than a few very pithy swear words. Saliss shouted back.

 Hey! There is a young woman over here! Can it! Dont make mee over there!

 He wasincredibly insane. Erin had never met a Drake like him. She nearlyughed at him and the indignity in his voice as he berated the other prisoners. They eventually shut up as a [Guard] stomped their way, bellowing for silence.

 After a few minutes, Erin looked at Saliss again. He had the pillow back in ce. She realized his cell was different from hers. He had a desk along one wallnoit wasnt a desk. Erin peered at it, but he was in the way. There was a lot in his cell, actually. He had shelves, what looked like an actual toilet built into a modesty wall, a nice bed twice asrge as hers

 Hey! Why is your cell so nice?

 Saliss shrugged.

 Ive been locked up in here so often I got my own cell. Its still a bit of a pain, but hey, ites with the territory.

 You could just wear clothes.

 Hah!

 The [Alchemist]ughed. Erins lips twitched, but she red at him instead. Erin sighed.

 How do you know Rufelt and Lasica? And Xif? Dont think youre friends with me just because you know them! I owe Xif a punch!

 Ah, yes. Persuaded you to sell the flowers, did he? Hes pushy when he finds something new. But Im friends with him. Were both [Alchemists] after all. And Rufelt and Lasica are friends. Although I have to wear clothes when I drink at their bar.

 Saliss nodded wisely. Erin eyed him. That was odd. She knew Tails and Scales, the bar the joint [Chef] and [Bartender] wife and husband ran was exclusive. You couldnt just walk in unless the two had approved you.

 So you get arrested often? But youre friends with Rufelt and Lasica?

 Yup. And Ive heard about you. Erin Solstice, owner of The Wanderers Inn, now connected to Pass via a magical door.

 The Wandering Inn. Thats right.

 The [Alchemist] blinked. Then he pped one knee, dropping his pillow.

 Hah! Wandering inn? Good one! Thats clever!

 Erin stared at him. He was the first person to everugh at her inns name. And because it was him, she now regretted it. As Saliss bent to pick up the pillow, Erin averted her eyes and looked up. His nudity wasnt that offensive anymore. It was rather like a bad smell. After a whileyou just forgot it was there. Well, until she looked again.

 So, why are you here?

 Saliss leaned against the bars, looking at Erin. She sighed.

 Itsplicated, alright? I used a Skill. identally.

 Really? I dont know many [Innkeepers] in Pass. Well, sometimes I stay at the Nobles Fancy. Thats a lovely inn, by the way. The owners over Level 30. I know another inn near First Landing thats run by a Level 50 plus [Innkeeper]. Now thats a nice ce. Have you heard of it?

 No.

 Really? Ah, well, I suppose not all [Innkeepers] know each other. I know some keep in touch, though. And I imagine a Level 40 [Magical Innkeeper] like yourself would have a different background. Interesting ss, by the way. Are you a [Mage]?

 Erins head shot up. She stared at Saliss. He winked at her.

 How did you?

 Oh, I can see a few things, Miss Solstice. Not any Skills, but I can see basic facts about you. So tell me, what did a Level 40 [Innkeeper] do to my poor city? Funny, Rufelt and Lasica were convinced you were Level 30. Dont worry, I wont tell them. I keep peoples level secret. But please, tell me how you got here! I could use a good story.

 He put both ws together. Erin didnt even blink this time. She hesitated. There was something incredibly odd about Saliss, his demeanor aside. He wasrefreshingly easy to talk to,pared to a lot of Drakes. Relc-like, but sillier. She hesitated, but there was nowhere to go.

 It wasI used a Skill on this Dwarf guy. The [cksmith].

 Pelt? That old drunkard?

 Saliss brows shot up. Erin nodded.

 I made him cry. And I made a bunch of other people cry too, probably.

 You. Made Pelt cry? And I was in here? Tell me everything!

 The [Alchemist] sounded delighted. But Erin felt her heart sinking in her chest.

 I dont want to talk about it. It was my fault, really. What a crummy Skill.

 She lowered her head and turned away. Just like Toren. She didnt think. Erin just wanted to sit and think, like she had at her camp. But Saliss was all-attention now. He jumped up and down.

 Whats that about a Skill? Come on, cellmate! Dont leave me hanging!

 Erin hesitated. But Saliss was already hunting for something else to throw. She turned and red at him.

 Fine. Ill tell you. But turn the other way!

 Aw. Fine. But you have to tell me. I guess Ill do some work as I listen.

 The Drake sighed and turned around. Erin stared at his back. He went over to the workbench shed spotted, absently pulleda ss vialoff the table, and hunted along the shelves. He didnt find what he was looking for, so he rummaged through a ck bag on the table. A bag of holding. He came out with some grey powder, sprinkled it into the vial, and then stared at the shelves.

 Lets see. Sages Grass water. Sages Grassam I out of Sages Grass? Huh. Id better buy more. Maybe I have some in the bag of holding? Lets just see.

 He went back over to the ck pouch and then nced at Erin.

 Well? Come on, lets hear the story! Or do you want me to throw things at you some more? Because I will. Tell you what, Ill trade you a sip of my potion afterwards. Im making a tonic. Very soothing. Makes you feel wonderful. Sells for a lot with old folk too. Come on, Erin! I can call you Erin, right?

 She stared at him. Then Erin stared around. She poked her head out of her bars and shouted down the prison.

 Whats going on here!?

 -

 The Wyverns flew towards the huge city in the distance. They hade a long way. Far, and for many hours. The High Passes were distant behind them. And now, as the thousand-some weyr flew, the creatures of the earth and sky fled their approach. They were a vast gathering, gigantic monsters led by thergest Wyvern of them all.

 The Wyvern Lord was angry. It had been a bad day for him. Not only had the flight been long, but it was hot! Too hot for a Frost Wyvern who had lived in the reaches of the High Passes. He was far from home and lost. His home in the High Passes called to him.

 Home was cold. Home had many ces in the tall mountains for Wyverns to make their nests and hunt from. But there just wasnt enough food at home. The High Passes had an ecosystem, and it could feed more monsters than anyone would expect. But there was so muchpetition. Go too high, and a Wyvern would die, even with all their strength.

 The Weyr had battled other creatures in their habitat, but their growing numbers had led them to sh more often with other species. And there were these incredibly annoying little green things that had brought down a few of their numbers.

 The Wyvern Lord had known his clutch needed to expand, so hed led his entire flight out. The Frost Wyverns had challenged the Dragon whose territory was vast and took many of the spots his weyr would hunt. And theyd lost, so they had to go. There was no more food.

 The Wyvern Lord wasnt happy about it, or his personal defeat. He wasnt thinking in the conscious way a Human might agonize, with words and thought and what-ifs, but he was aware that his position was threatened. So he wanted food, and a ce to settle, and he wanted it now.

 All the ces hed passed so far werent good enough. Small ces with stone and wood and barely enough to feed his clutch for a day. He was getting hungry and he knew his weyr needed to eat. So he headed towards andmark, a high spot.

 Pass. The Walled City was made of stone and it called to the Wyvern Lord. He could even sense it from afar. A gathering of magic. Of course, the Wyvern Lord didnt think of it as magic. It was just something he could sense. But it drew him onwards. He wasnt afraid of the power there! He was afraid of nothing! Not even that stupid Dragon. In time, the Wyvern Lord would challenge him again. With a weyr twice asrge and when the Wyvern Lord was far bigger and older!

 Speaking of whichthe Wyvern Lord saw something odd as he flew towards Pass. To the left, there was a vast herd of things moving across an open stretch of ground next to a forest. A lot of moving things. He swooped lower and the Wyverns at the front called out.

 Food! Cattle! The Wyvern didnt recognize the huge, fat beasts, but he recognized easy prey at once. He stared and turned his weyr as one.

 Below him, in an open stretch ofnd were cattle. Thousands of them. And they were helpfully boxed in by some fences. As the Wyverns flew over them, the panicked cows began overrunning the fences in their terror. But the Wyverns were far faster and they circled the cows, shrieking with glee.

 The Wyvern Lord salivated as he stared down at the cattle. Now, this was just what he needed. Food! And so easy too! His weyr could gorge on so many of thesethings. They could eat, sleep, and find a new home tomorrow. He swooped lower, inspecting the food. It was so easy.

 Too easy, as it turned out. From the forest, many, many concealed figures watched as the weyr flew over the terrified cows, herding them as the Wyvern Lord considered whether to dive on them. There was no question he would; it was a free meal, after all. His flock would eatand then theyd sleep. And thats when theyd die.

 The hidden army in the trees was Pass 4th army. The majority of them were hidden under illusion spells, further back, but a forward edge of watchers was keeping an eye on the Wyverns. Theyd moved fast to get this many cows in the way of the Wyverns. As they waited, some of the watchers began speaking excitedly.

 Ancestors, look at the size of that one! Theres nearly a thousand!

 Odd coloration. Theyre not your typical grey. Most like off-white and bluish mixed in. Some rare variant? Frost Wyverns, most likely, if theyreing from the High Passes.

 The officers in the 4th Armysmand watched, hands on their des despite their concealed position. One of the Gnolls growled, his fur on end.

 Dead gods. Theyd tear apart a smaller city in an hour. Rhirs hells, if you dropped a thousand Wyverns on an army of twenty thousand

 Twenty [Soldiers] to a Wyvern? If you dont have a good [General] or elitesmore like fifty if theyre full adults! If its a regr [Soldier] at Level 10, you need at least thirty properly armed

 One of the [Lieutenants] argued, shifting her weight from w to w. The officers buzzed, talking numbers. An older Drake in front with faded green-and-yellow scales raised a w and spoke shortly.

 Thats why were attacking by night, not trying to take them by day. Silence in the ranks.

 And there was. The [General] snorted as he eyed the Wyverns flying overhead.

 Hmpf. Come on andnd already, you beasts.

 4th Armys [General] was a Drake named Edellein ckwing. A rtiona half-brother to the famed Thrissiam ckwing. The deceased [General] of Pass 2nd Army whod fallen in battle against the Goblin Lordst year.

 That had been a huge blow. In some ways, it was still recent news, although much had passed since that time. But in the echelons of Pass military, the loss of 2nd Army was keenly felt.

 With the death of General Thrissiam ckwing, Pass had lost one of their prized [Generals] and recing him was no easy feat. Even so, the Walled City always kept one standing army and [General] stationed at the city. They never left, although they did rotate out officers and soldiers as needed.

 But Thrissiams death had been a disaster. Hed lost an entire army to the Goblin Lord. More importantly, he had died in battle, disgracing the ckwing name. Heand Osthia. Edellein clenched one w, thinking about it. Thrissiam had managed to lose another promising member of their family!

 It still burned at him. The elder [General] was far older than Thrissiam, and he had no wings or magical breath despite being born of the ckwing family. He had risen to his position through decades of service. And right at this moment, he resented the change in his fortunes that had led him to this point, sitting in a forest and waiting for the Wyverns to attack so his army could clean them up.

 4th Army had the job ofying the bait and waiting for the Wyverns to gorge themselves and sleep. Then, and only then would the 1st Army stroll in to help with the night attack. Edellein glowered, imagining that damn Duhan swooping in and iming credit for his armys hard work.

 General ckwing, the Wyverns dont seem keen on taking the bait. Do they suspect a trap?

 One of Edelleins officers whispered at him. The older Drake snorted.

 Wyverns dont think, [Major]. These ones are clearly distracted by something. But we have our orders. Directly from Pass.

 His lips twisted sourly. The Day Strategist had given 4th Army the order, another thing Edellein resented. He was a [General]. Hemanded [Strategists]! But the ones on the wall could mobilize an entire army. Grudgingly, he had to admit it was a good n. The weyr wouldy waste to thends Pass controlled, so they had to be driven off. Stillhe looked up.

 Big Wyverns. Ive hunted them before, but this is a nest and a half. Well keep them from getting airborne. [Mages] in first. Put the rest to sleep, then web them up with enough spells and move in. Not a challenge. If they were in the air, wed have a fight!

 Heughed. The other officersughed too, reassured by the Drakes confidence. The Wyverns were outnumbered many times by 4th Army, after all. It was only to minimalize casualties they were taking the ambush approach. Even soEdellein saw an opportunity as he eyed the Wyvern Lord warily circling above.

 Theyd be interesting mounts. Pass could use some [Wyvern Riders]. Hah! Now theres a thought. Better than Oteslias Pegasi. Prepare me a battalion withs, hooks, and ropes. And consult with some [Beast Tamers] about Wyvern capture.

 Sir?

 The [General] turned his head impatiently.

 Why not? We might as well get more than meat and hides and talons out of them. And well have enough hide to outfit an entire regiment! Which 4th Company will naturally acquire. Were the ones doing all the hard work. Let 1st wait it out. As soon as those Wyvernsnd and start napping, well head in and take them all.

 A muted cheer rose from themand. It would be a scandal, but Edellein could always im hed seen an opportunity. The Drake smiled as his underlings rushed to fulfill his orders. Why not ride a Wyvern? It was doneyou just needed the right sses to tame it. And that would be a sight for sore eyes!

 In a good humor, the Drake waited for the Wyverns tond. He wasnt worried for the fight. 4th Army could bring down the Wyverns even in a fair fight. If anything, he only felt sorry for the people of Pass. Beef would be in shorter supply after sacrificing so many cattle, but then, theyd be dining on Wyvern steaks tomorrow! All he had to do was wait.

 But

 Overhead, the Wyvern Lord was very tempted by the food. He could hear the younger Wyverns shrieking their hunger, wanting to dive and snatch their prey. But only one thing halted the Wyvern Lord from attacking.

 Magic. The Wyvern Lord stared down at the forest. And then at the distant fortress of stone. It was like a small mountain in its own way. And he sensed magicing from the forest and the city.

 There was something in the forest. The Wyvern Lord had no idea what, but his mind sensed a trap. And he didnt like the Walled City. It had so much magic. In fact, the aura it was giving off reminded him vaguely of

 The Dragon. The Wyvern Lord hissed. He didnt like it at all. No wonder few monsters strayed near Pass. The ones that could sense magic surely sensed the same intimidating aura from the Walled City. But hehe was not afraid of Dragons!

 Enraged, the Wyvern Lord turned. Enough of the fat things! He wanted a nest first, then food. And that stone mountain had it, he was sure. He changed directions, shrieking to keep his reluctant weyr in line. The Wyvern Lord aimed straight at Pass. This timethis time hed win!

 On the ground, 4th Army went into a panic as the Wyverns flew away from the cattle. General Edellein swore a blue streak.

 General! The Wyverns are turning! What are our orders?

 For a moment the [General] debated hitting the Wyverns, but 4th Army would take losses fighting that many unprepared. And Pass had defenses. He shook his head.

 Dead gods damn it. Tell the city the Wyverns are headed their way right now.

 He sighed. No glorious captured Wyverns for him to ride. Oh well. Pass would have its beef. And some Wyvern meat. If the city left anythingrge enough to eat. He sighed as the Wyverns headed straight for Pass. He estimated they had about thirty minutes before they came in range of the walls. Nothing to worry about, though. Pass had been built to resist Dragon attacks. What could a bunch of Wyverns do?

 -

 I didnt think it would hurt anyone. Or cause so much trouble, you know?

 Famousst words. You know, most [Alchemists] have one. Theyre generally not very good. I didnt think it would blow up if I mixed them together. Thats amon one. Or justOops.

 Erin red at Saliss from her cell.

 Im being serious.

 He half-turned and raised a single brow, Drakes not being naturally endowed with eyebrows.

 So am I. So your Skill was fire-based, hmm? And it made old Pelt cry?

 Yeah.

 Erin sagged onto her cot-bed. She felt tired. And sad.

 I justI think it helped. But it hurt him. And I didnt want him to be hurt. I didnt think about the knife.

 Or your pet skeleton. Which could apparently think.

 Thats right.

 Sojust to be clear, youre upset about identally ignoring your pet skeleton gaining a mind, and identally traumatizing an old Dwarf [cksmith] with your magical emotional fire that you can conjure into being with the power of memory?

 Erin Solstice paused. She red at Saliss nude backside, which was preferable to his front.

 Im not lying!

 Oh, I believe you. Im just trying to put it all in perspective.

 Its not as silly you make it out to be.

 Im not saying it was silly. Did I say it was hrious?

 Its in your tone of voice! Are you even listening to me?

 Saliss looked over his shoulder.

 Absolutely.

 But youre making potions!

 The Drake shrugged.

 I like to multitask. Go on. Did you get arrested after that? I assume sothe Watch wouldnt just let you get away with that.

 Yeah.

 Erin slumped against her bed. The [Alchemist] half-turned. The vial was bubbling in one w, but he stopped it neatly with a cork. He put it in a little holder on his workbench and picked up a sk.

 Well, it sounds like you had a rough day, Miss Solstice. And I wish Id been there to see it! But thats the problem with the Watch. Theyre overzealous. They got me this morning. And there I was! Just minding my own business.

 What if children saw you naked?

 Erin scowled at Saliss. The Drake eyed her.

 Well, why is that a bad thing?

 Because youre naked! Theyre kids!

 And everyone gets naked. Do we have to have this argument again?

 Erin threw up her hands. Saliss nodded.

 d you agree. Now, where did I put? Better mix this up before my vial explodes. One second!

 He picked up a ss jar and flitted to his shelf of ingredients. He was so quick! Erin could barely follow him as he pulled out powders or sks of liquid and beganbining them at rapid speed. They all went into the ss beaker, and Saliss mixed it all up before pouring it into a round container over a small burner.

 He had any number of wonky containers, all ss, which did things like leave a thinyer between two liquids, or funnel both down towards a bottomnow Saliss lit a fire under the rounded beaker, and inserted a tube into the vial.

 Erin watched the vial begin to bubble up. Since there was nowhere for the liquid to go, she saw it shoot up through the tube into the beaker which was bubbling. The two mixed and Erin backed up.

 What are you doing?

 Just a little reaction. Want to see?

 Saliss picked up the connected vial and sk and waved it at her. Erin recoiled.

 No! Isnt that dangerous?

 Only if I drop it. Oops!

 Saliss dropped both containers. Erin jumped backwards. The Drake caught both containers a foot from the ground.

 Hah! Got you!

 Dont do thatif youIm going to kill you!

 Erins heart was beating way too fast. Saliss rolled his eyes, amused.

 Dont be worried. Actually, the worst that could happen is that this vial overpressurizes and explodes. But you cant make anything go boom with this mixture. Not really. Everyone thinks thats somon among [Alchemists] when its really just identally poisoning yourself with gas. Real explosions dont happen that often.

 He paused.

 Well, they do in my shop. But Im specialized.

 None of this is reassuring me. And why do you get a workbenchno, why do you get anything in prison? Isnt the point that you dont get anything?

 The [Innkeeper] red across at Saliss. Heughed lightly.

 But then how would I make a tonic for all the poor old people? Some [Senators] buy my tonic, Miss Solstice. Well, that damn Xif has cornered the market on most of the soothing tonics, but this one he hasnt copied! Nearly done. See? Want a taste?

 The liquid from the vial had migrated over to the sk. Erin watched as he swirled the grey liquid from the vial into the sk. The result waswell, it was a beige-grey liquid. Not appetizing, but she had to admit it didnt look the worst. More creamy, really. She still backed away as Saliss poured it into a bottle and offered it to her.

 No thank you.

 Ohe on. Itll make you feel better. Its not poison. Im an [Alchemist]. A professional! Im part of the Alchemists Guild Ill have you know!

 Youre butt-naked.

 And? At least I dont get fur in my potions. Fine, suit yourself.

 Saliss sniffed. He took a sip from his tonic.

 Ooh, thats hot. Good thing I didnt offer it to you. Youd have scorched your tongue.

 It didnt seem to bother him. The Drake happily bottled the tonic and put it on a rack to cool. Erin saw numerous bottles and ingredients on his shelves. Saliss sighed.

 What next? Another tonic? Or maybe something for hair loss? I could sell a few dozen bottles, maybe. Gnolls buy it up like mad. Say, do you know if Liscors got a market for strength potions?

 What? You mean, strength as in

 Muscles. You drink, you lift heavy things. [Woodcutters] and such buy them, but they cant afford a lot. Im thinking more of adventurers. Any Gold-ranks in Liscor?

 We have the Wings of Pass, the mewardensthere are some Gold-ranks there.

 I guess I could make a few draughts, then. Oh well. Busy work is busy work. So thats your day, is it?

 Saliss casually found another beaker. Erin stared at him. Who was he? She was convinced he was not your normal prisoner. But she still couldnt remember where shed heard his name.

 Yeah. Thats how I got here. By causing trouble.

 She sighed. Saliss nodded agreeably. He was a good listener, which was surprising, but hed heard Erins story out, even when shed had to exin about Toren. Actually, hed taken her story about a magical skeleton at face-value. Even someone from this world would have had to ask questions, but Saliss?

 Erin eyed him. The Drake was nodding to himself. He turned his head as he dropped a very green root in a mortar and began smashing it up with a pestle.

 I get it. Youve been making mistakes. But you know something, Erin? No ones perfect.

 I know that. And I dont need a pep talk!

 Erin scowled at him. Saliss chuckled.

 Good. Because I wasnt going to give you one. I was just going to saythe thing with your skeleton

 Toren. His name was Toren.

 Toren. Thats different from what happened just now with Pelt. I mean, the thing with the skeleton was awful.

 Erin hung her head.

 Yeah.

 It had a soul. A heart. And you killed it. All those people are dead because of you.

 Yeah.

 The young woman sat heavily, staring at nothing. The Drake went on.

 Dead gods, all those deaths on your conscience? And you could have avoided it all? Youre a monster. If I had a club, Id go over and smack your brains out.

 I deserve it.

 Saliss nodded.

 You are walking scum. Scum! Ive known Crelers who deserved more love than you!

 Erin looked up and red at him.

 You can stop now. I get the point.

 The [Alchemist] grinned at her.

 Was I saying anything you disagreed with?

 Erin hesitated. Then she shook her head.

 No. People died and I could have stopped it. Toren was my fault. I just never

 Saliss poured the ground-up root into a container.

 You made a mistake. And Im no Watch Captain who can tell you how much was your fault. But that one was yours. Stillthe thing with Pelt? Thats different. And I think youre mixing the two up in your head. You used a Skill that got that old Dwarf to make something he was proud of.

 But he was crying.

 Salissughed. Erins head shot up angrily. The Drake waved at her.

 Sorry, sorry. I know youre upset. But Pelt cries when he spills his beer. Hes a terrible drunk! So you made him cry and cause a stir. So what? That Dwarf hasnt made something he was proud of since he came to Pass. If all it took was a bit of a stirhells, Id have blown up Maughins forge too if it meant giving the Dwarf something. So what if you caused a scene? The question is: was it worth the cost?

 He looked at Erin with a grin. The young woman stared. Then she remembered something. Peltsst look towards her. His words.

 The craft thanks you. She hesitated.

 I dont know.

 Fair enough. But I think it was. Your problem, Erin, is that you just dont know how to control your Skill. You let it get out of control. You dont know what it does.

 True. So what do I do?

 Find out. Obviously.

 Saliss flipped a vial over his shoulder and caught it in the other hand. He waggled his tail in delight. Then he looked at Erin.

 Mind showing me?

 She blinked at him.

 What? Show you my Skill? Thats what got me in here!

 So show me! How much worse could it get? Thats another famous set ofst words. I think I knew a fellow who said that right before he melted his bones.

 The [Alchemist]ughed. Erin blinked at his back. Then she paused.

 Its just so sad.

 Show me.

 Saliss looked at her. Erin bristled, but the [Alchemist] didnt blink. He gave Erin a steady look out of the corner of his eye.

 Whats the worst that could happen? Really. All that would happen is that Id burst into tears, and then Id stop annoying you.

 Erins lips almost twitched at that. He had a point. Reluctantly, she put her hands together. And it wasnt hard. All she had to do was think of Toren. And Pelt. Her grief and guilt rose. It was all she could think about.

 Guilt, and pain. And sorrow.

 And there it was again. Erin felt the memory burning. And then there was fire. In her hands. A blue me licked upwards. Erin stared at it

 Prisoner using a Skill!

 A bellow rang through the prison. Erin jumped and saw a [Guard] pounding towards her, a huge baton drawn. Erin panicked, but Saliss whirled.

 Shh. Shh. Its fine.

 He stuck an arm out of his cell. The charging Drake skidded to a stop.

 Sir Saliss? But

 She looked uncertainly at him, and then at herpanions, who had rushed over at her shout. Saliss leaned against his cell and waved at them.

 Hello! Thanks for shouting my earholes off. But Im fine. This young woman is just showing me a Skill. Go on. Shoo.

 Erins jaw dropped as the cluster of [Guards] stared at Saliss. The female Drake with the baton hesitated. Erin waited for her to smack Saliss upside his grinning face, but to her astonishment, the [Guard] nodded. Without a word, she turned around and the [Guards] walked away.

 What? What?

 Erin stared at Saliss. He shrugged.

 Well, I cant let them beat you into a pulp now, can I?

 But theyyouwho are you?

 The [Alchemist] smiled.

 Just a naked Drake in a cell practicing alchemy. Who are you, Erin Solstice? A random Human whos reached Level 40 before shes turned thirty? You know, thats beyond a genius. The King of Destruction pulled off that feat, and he was called a prodigy and a threat to end the world. Who are you?

 Erin had no answer to that. But the blue glow in her cell made her look down.

 The me burned in Erins hands, neither hot nor cold, but burning with memory. Guilt and sadness. Erin heard a sound and realized a prisoner eight cells down was staring at her me. Tears ran from the Gnolls eyes and he whirled away. Even the [Guards] had to look back once.

 It was a beautiful, terrible fire. Erin waited for it to touch Saliss, but the [Alchemist] just blinked at the blue me. Thoughtfully, he paused with the beaker in one hand. He looked at the blue me, and then at Erin.

 Interesting. Youre no ordinary [Innkeeper], are you, Miss Erin? Even for your level, Ive never seen that Skill. Nor heard of it.

 He gestured to Erins hands.

 Its a beautiful me. Sorrowful. And I cant say I know the Skill. Butmay I see it?

 He wasnt crying. But hisughing expression and the humor in his tone had evaporated. He was just thoughtful, now. Serious. Erin looked at him.

 How? I cant throw it to you. Can I?

 Shed done it once, but she doubted Saliss could catch the cold fire. The Drake grinned.

 No problem. Hold on one moment.

 He put down the beaker on his work station, then trotted over to the cell door. He pushed at the cell doorand it swung open. Erin gaped. Saliss stepped out into the prison and walked over to her cell.

 Alright, hand it over. Actually, maybe I should get a bit of wood. One second.

 He walked back into his cell. Erin gaped at him as he casually swung the door closed after him. She half-shouted as he came back.

 You could walk out the entire time?

 Saliss looked surprised. He waved a w at his cell as he came back with a length of wood.

 Oh no. Im still under arrest for general indecency.

 But the door

 Saliss rolled his eyes.

 Well, I have to stay in my cell most of the time because its the <emw. Im under arrest, still. But because its me, I get my cell door unlocked and some equipment in my cell so I can work. The open door is niceI can use the Watchs bathroom and get snacks. And if theres an emergency, I dont need to break the door.

 Break the

 Erin bit her tongue. She looked at Saliss.

 Who are you? Really?

 His eyes glinted and he smiled. The naked Drake struck a pose.

 Just the most talented [Alchemist] youve ever met! And too valuable for the Assembly of Crafts to exile me. Now, your blue me. May I see it?

 He held out one hand and the length of wood. Erin hesitated, but then she gingerly offered him her cupped palms through the cell door. Saliss peered at the fire.

 Ooh, that is cold. Fascinating. I wonder, is it one thing or is it justfire? Its clearly burning off some magical fuel. Your mana? Some facet of your Skill? If I put the torch in here, will it migrate entirely to the torch or just partially?

 Erin blinked at Saliss. The Drake nodded to her.

 The spirit of inquiry. [Alchemists] love ying with new things. And figuring out a new Skill is great! Alright, lets try the bit of wood.

 He dipped the wood into the me. Instantly, the fire stuck to the wood. Erin felt a chill and snatched her hands back.

 Ah! Cold!

 Aha! Were learning something already! Once it leaves your hands, the me is no longer yours! Fascinating. This is cold! But if you look closely, it is feeding off the wood. So it needs a fire source! But is it feeding off ambient mana in the air as well?

 Saliss waved the blue torch around. Erin saw him pointing out the slowly burning wood. It was turning into ash, not an ember. She found herself blinking as he observed things she should have. Would have, if she hadnt been so down.

 Its cold, which Im familiar with, but its giving off an emotional aura. Definitely not your average fire.

 What will you do with it?

 The Drake shrugged.

 I could freeze something with it. I do need to chill some materials, but I can just cool off whatever I want another way. And this me is depressing. Hey, do you know how to put it out?

 No. It just went out when there was no more charcoal in Pelts forge.

 Saliss brightened up.

 Excellent! Then we can perform some tests! Lets try water first. Then some other things!

 He rushed into his cell. Erin saw him rummaging about.

 Okay, for test number one. Smothering. If I toss it on the ground and stompwhoops! There it goes!

 The Drake happily stomped on the torch as he tossed it on the cell floor. Erin saw him stomp twice with a bare, wed foot and the mes die down. Saliss snatched the torch back up. Erin called out as he nodded, satisfied.

 Isnt that cold?

 Not to my Skill! I could bathe in acid! Actually, thats great for cleaning the scales! Dont try it if youre not me. Now, lets try water.

 Saliss hunted for some liquid and poured it onto the torch. Half of the fire went out with a familiar hiss. The Drakeughed.

 Well, thats not dangerous at all! Althoughlook at that!

 He showed Erin the part of the torch hed extinguished. Rather than being wet and smoking, the water had frozen where it had put out the me. She blinked. That was different.

 I didnt know my Skill worked like this.

 Isnt it fun?

 The Drake grinned as he waved the torch at Erin. But then he grew serious. The fire was retaking the wood, and the [Alchemist] held it out thoughtfully. Erin expected anotherughingment, but Saliss voice was justcalm. He stared into the blue grief of the fire and shook his head.

 If you just hold it, Erin, its fire. Sad fire. Cold fire. But worthless. Rather like casting a mass-emotion spell. Like, say, [Complete Grief]. I can see why you were arrested. Who wants someone waving that around?

 He nodded at the torch. Erin hung her head. It was true. She could show Pelt the depths of her honesty, but all she had done was bring him sadness. Saliss regarded Erin.

 But it can be more. And figuring out what it can be is my job. And yours. Look at this me, Erin. What do you think it can be?

 Erin looked. She tried to think.

 Making ice cream?

 Hah!

 Saliss nearly dropped the torch as heughed. He grinned at Erin and nodded.

 Thats thinking like an [Alchemist]! It can cool, which is valuable. And look

 He gestured at the torch and the stick of wood.

 It burns so slowly. But it does burn, in its way. That can be useful. I know Id prefer this on a summers day to explore a cave. Nice and cooling. Still depressing. But I wonder. Are there other mes you can make?

 He looked at Erin. She blinked.

 Other mes? I dont know. The Skill is [Like Fire, Memory].

 Which implies its memory that changes the nature of the fire. Can you make a happy me?

 The Drake looked at Erin. She shook her head.

 No. I cant. Not right now.

 She looked down. Erin had tried. Shed tried to think of something other than Toren. But even if she smiled, right now she wasErin wiped at her eyes. She looked up as Saliss made a sound in the cell opposite hers.

 Ah, perfect! I can cool these potionsoops, sorry. Go on. You were crying?

 Erin red at him. Saliss looked back. He had that smile. It was knowing, annoying, and reminded her of Pisces. If Pisces was a nudist. Noit wasnt really Pisces. It wasErin didnt know how to exin it. Someone knowingly ying up his silliness. Who did that remind her of?

 Im sorry I cant be happy, youyou jerk!

 The Drakeughed lightly. He waved the torch at Erin and the pale me flickered.

 I didnt say it was a bad thing. But listen. You say sad, but I say youre wallowing in it. Pigs do that. And Ill grant you that Humans look closer to pigs than anything but a shaved Gnoll, but cheer up, please! This mes bumming me out.

 He produced a clear bottle and poured it on the blue fire and it went out.

 Aha! Got it!

 Hey!

 Saliss tossed the burnt bit of wood aside. He whirled to face Erin and pped his ws together.

 Youre clearly depressed, and your Skill is causing trouble. Its my duty to help you out, Erin. So lets cheer you up!

 Please dont. I just want to rest.

 Erin shook her head. Saliss ignored her. He looked around his cell, and then snapped his ws.

 You know what cheers me up? And gets me arrested? Dancing. Watch this!

 He did a little jig. Erin stared at him.

 Stop that. Its not funny and youre naked.

 Well, have you ever seen a naked Drake dancing? No? This not doing it for you? How about this?

 Saliss slid out of his cell. He did a little tap dance on the ground, his ws taking the ce of shoes. Erin stared at him.

 Stop. Really.

 I wanted to be a [Performer], you know. Okay, I can see this isnt entertaining. How aboutthis?

 Saliss did a twirl in ce. Erin stared at him. He looked ridiculous. The Drake poised with one leg up, bncing on his tail. He waggled his brows at her.

 Huh?

 She snorted. Erin had to snort, in disbelief as much as anything else. She held up a hand.

 Stop! Really, I appreciate it, but I want you to stop. Dont you understand words?

 I understand that Im not getting to you. Let me try another one. How about Terandrian waltzing? La, dee da

 The Drake hummed something like a formal tune and glided across the stone floor. Erin stared at him. She had to say it.

 Youre crazy.

 Saliss stopped dancing, looking deeply offended.

 Me? Is it a crime to dance? If it is, lock me away! But watch out! Im not going to stop! Watch me!

 He leapt forwards. Erin saw him twirl down the length of the prison. Other inmates saw Saliss sh by them. Erin heard their raised voice, shouting in outrage.

 What the

 Ancestors! My eyes! Put some clothes on!

 Oh dead gods, hes out of his cell! Hey! Prison break! Put him back in! No one wants to see this!

 They began shouting for the [Guards]. Erin poked her head out of the bars as prisoners swore as Saliss danced by. And the [Alchemist] was dancing! He pirouetted, leapt, and then shook his body as he came back towards Erin.

 He was good at dancing! It was like watching a performer. Saliss strutted past Erin, and then did a move like a disco dancer. He grinned at her.

 The prison was full of shouting. [Prisoners] were hurling things at Saliss, shouting for him to put his clothes on and get back into his cell. They clearly knew him and hated his guts. And so did the [Guards]. Erin saw a group watching Saliss, but they didnt stop him. Some were rolling their eyes, others looking away.

 Put some clothes on you freak!

 No one wants to look at you!

 Speak for yourself. Theres just not much to see!

 That came from a female Gnoll. Saliss ignored the shouts. He swung his tail back and forth as he sidled back over to Erin. He turned.

 Well?

 Well what?

 Erin looked at Saliss, her lips twitching. She couldnt believe what he was doing! He was mad,pletely! And yetSaliss raised his brows.

 Cant you dance? Come on, show me what youve got.

 He tapped his feet against the ground, did a little spin. And Erin saw him swing his arms and travel back down the prison to more shouting. And he was dancing.

 She was no [Dancer]. Erin could sing and she had the ss, but even that wasnt in her purview generally. She was a chess yer. She didntdance. Nor had her social life in dancing situations ever ended up with her in the center of the circle of attention.

 She could dance, or at least, show Goblins how to do the Gangnam Style dance. But honestly, everyone had tried that one. But what Erin realized now was that dancing was another world and she was an amateur figuring out the board.

 Shed seen Lyte teaching Pawn ssic ballroom dances from her world that reminded Erin of dancing from an era with kings and castles, but casual dancing between the people of this world was something Erin had seen only once. When shed sung from atop her inn, for instance.

 They moved. Erin was no [Choreographer] who could speak to the evolution of dancing, but if she was, she might have observed that as the years had drawn on, dancing in her homnd of America for instance had ceased to move about as much.

 It wasnt fair to say it was less technical; indeed, modern dancing had a lot ofplex movements that involved every part of the body, but it had grown directional, and in many cases, static, dances you could perform in a confined arena, or, helpfully, captured by a single camera lens. But dancing in this world had never been constrained by the need to put it on video.

 It was free, and it travelled. Erin saw Saliss travel halfway across the prison hallway, his feet kicking high,ughing as he danced to an imaginary beat. If Erin could havepared it to anything, it would be swing dancing, or the free, expressive, limbs-akimbo dances from the beginning of thest century.

 And somehow, the Drakes insanity was catchy. Erin felt something rising in her chest as she watched himing back her way. He paused in front of her chest, expectantly.

 Well? Hey, show me what youve got.

 He produced a ring of keys and unlocked Erins cell. Her jaw dropped. Saliss winked at her. Then he held out a w.

 Tell me you can dance. Everyone can dance. Come on. Whats stopping you?

 He winked at Erin. And she couldnt help it. The ridiculousness of it, the sight of the Drake dancing in the prison amid all the shouting prisoners, it flipped a switch in Erins chest. It was so familiar. It wassomething shed do.

 And then it happened. Erin started giggling. And thenlike magic, she startedughing. But it was no spell, or even a Skill. Saliss needed none of that. He grinned as Erin left her cell.

 Okay. Fine. Youre insane.

 Takes one to know one.

 He winked. Erinughed. Then she tried to do a moonwalk. She failed. She couldnt dance. And she hated that Saliss was actually better nude dancing than she was. By a lot. But Erin knew some moves.

 They ended up doing the Cha Cha Slide past a row of cells. Erin wasughing so hard she was crying. The [Guards] were shaking their heads. And the prisoners were rioting.

 Argh! Turn the other way! Turn the other way!

 Stop waving it around you damn [Alchemist]! Get lost!

 You can leave the Human. Take your clothes off!

 What a strange world. Erin didnt quite believe it was happening. But somehow, she found herselfughing,ughing at the strangeness of it all as the [Alchemist] did the hustle while rolling his arms past a cell. He dodged a cup and did a Travolta, pointing out at the sky as he posed.

 See? Youre smiling! I knew I could do it! Show me some more! Come on! Dance! Can we get some music in here?

 Heughed at Erin. And she was giggling too hard to reply. Saliss backed up, doing a grapevineand someone blew a shrill whistle.

 Silence!

 The piercing whistle made even Saliss and Erin pause. A squad of [Guards] marched down the prison on either side, forcing the prisoners back. They ignored Saliss and Erin, although a few red at the Drake in a familiar way. He waved, and Erin saw a quartet of figures making their way towards her. The inmates went quiet as the patrol swept through the prison. Saliss sighed.

 Ah. I think were in trouble.

 You think?

 Erin stared at him. But the Drake didnt look worried. He put his hands behind his head as the Gnoll [Warden] stomped towards him.

 Sir Saliss. Please refrain from throwing my prison into chaos at your whim.

 The Gnoll [Warden] snarled at him. The Drake sighed.

 I make no promises. And I was just dancing. But if you insist, [Warden].

 Asset to the city or not, I could triple your sentence!

 The Gnoll snapped at him. Saliss raised his ws innocently.

 If it has to be that way, I suppose I could stay a while longer.

 The Gnoll stared at Saliss, dismayed, and then red at Erin.

 And letting a prisoner out of their cell? Those keys are for emergencies only! This is a grant disregard forStrategist, I apologize. Our prisoner is normally well-behaved. This hasnt happened in over a month

 She was bowing and addressing a much shorter Drake. Erin saw grey scales, an eye patchher eyes widened as Chaldion, the aged [Strategist] lifted a w. The Drake eyed Erin, and then looked at Saliss. He sighed.

 Saliss.

 Chaldion! And Rufelt and Lasica! What brings you here? Am I under arrest? Lock me away! I could live here a week! Make it a month!

 The Gnoll [Warden] paled under her fur as Saliss winked at the old Drake. She turned hurriedly to Chaldion as Erin spotted the Gnoll and Drake beyond Chaldion. Rufelt grinned at herLasica was covering her eyes. Erin weakly waved.

 Strategist Chaldion! I cannot apologize enough

 Enough.

 The Drake spoke softly, but the [Warden] shot to attention. Chaldion eyed Saliss again and shook his head.

 I am well aware of Adventurer Saliss antics. Given the circumstances, I dont find any issue here. Except with Saliss himself. Let us pretend this incident never urred, Warden Grasfur. I will take it from here.

 Sir!

 Relieved, the Warden saluted and retreated. She shot Saliss a re and the Drake waved at her. Chaldion sighed.

 Saliss

 It was just dancing, Chaldion. But if you insist, I suppose the Assembly can punish me. Kick me out of the city! Go on, I deserve it.

 The Drake spread his arms. Chaldion sighed.

 Why am I not surprised to see you with the very Human Im here to find?

 Saliss pursed his lips.

 Well, she was put in the cell opposite mine.

 Ah.

 Chaldion looked at Erin. She blinked at him. She knew him too! Erin nced past him at the Gnoll and Drake couple.

 Rufelt! Lasica! What are you doing here?

 They red at her. Erin smiled weakly. Lasica, the Drake [Chef], pursed her lips and spoke in an acerbic tone.

 Erin, when I rmended you to Pass Hunting, it was to keep you from causing trouble in Pass.

 I uhI didnt mean to cause a problem.

 Rufelt sighed. He looked more amused than his wife; his eyes were twinkling as he looked at Saliss and then the prison.

 And so you got thrown in jail, yes? The 9th floor is still in an uproar. Lucky for you, were here to bail you out.

 He winked. Lasica elbowed her husband, ring.

 And Strategist Chaldion has been exceptionally kind enough to review your case on his time off.

 She half-bowed to the Drake and Chaldion grinned, showing yellowed, but still-sharp teeth. Erin blinked at him.

 He was? I meanthank you! I wasntit was his idea to let me out. He has keys! And hes naked!

 She pointed at Saliss. No one hadmented on the Drakes nudity. Indeed, all three adults just gave Saliss a resigned look. Both Rufelt and Chaldion kept their gazes strictly focused upwards. Lasicas look was the most pointed. She red at Saliss, and then at Erin.

 Its quite an imposition, and you should be grateful that Chaldion decided to release you early. Or he was going to.

 Oh. Thank you! I meanit was an ident! But Im extremely sorry

 Erin gulped. Shedpletely forgot about her sentence while shed been dancing with Saliss. But Chaldion smiled. His tail moved back and forthzily as he gestured at her.

 I heard a rumor a strange Human female had been causing trouble. I thought it sounded familiar, so I made an inquiry. Im partial to gambling, so I owe myself a few drinks at Tails and Scales.

 Which wed be delighted to treat you to, sir. Our Human friend has been exceptionally disruptive, and we cant apologize enough.

 Lasica red again at Erin. The young woman shuffled her feet.

 I didnt meanI am sorry.

 Im aware. Although, I must ask. Do you remember me, Miss Solstice?

 Erin blinked at Chaldion. He was short, having shrunken with age. She nodded.

 I remember. At my inn. You used that crazy Skill to win. Heyare you some big shot?

 Lasica and Rufelt both sighed. Chaldion onlyughed.

 Thats rtive. But I do have the authority to release you. Which I will do. On the condition that we y another game. None of the bratsI mean, whelps Pass churns out can y a game with me.

 Really? Just for a game of chess? I meanthank you!

 Erin saw Lasicas warning look. Chaldion chuckled to himself and nodded.

 Youre already out of your cell and cuffs. Now, as for you, Saliss

 He eyed the naked Drake. Saliss folded his arms.

 I was just helping Miss Solstice find her inner [Dancer]. By all means, arrest me! Put me in the stocks

 Saliss.

 Lasica growled at him. The Drake sighed and unfolded his arms. Chaldion gave him a one-eyed look.

 Sir Saliss Oliwing.

 His tone was cold. Erin felt her own back straighten as Chaldion stared at Saliss. There was a familiar tingle in the air. Lasica and Rufelt winced, and Erin felt the distinctive feel of an aura being used. She pushed away the oppressive feeling. But thenit wasnt aimed at her.

 The nude [Alchemist] paused, and his lighthearted look turned into reluctant seriousness. He stared past Chaldions head as the [Strategist] looked at him.

 Sir Saliss. Are you simply incapable of keeping yourself out of trouble?

 Apparently not, [Strategist]. I apologize for the inconvenience to the Watch, and the city.

 Saliss spoke in a t tone, not meeting Chaldions gaze. The old [Strategist] pursed his lips.

 Your rank gives you privilege. Do you have any respect for it?

 There was a glint in Saliss eye as he turned his head. he met Erins gaze for a moment.

 What good is rank if its not used, Strategist?

 Chaldion red. Erin felt the pressure intensifyand then vanish. Chaldion waved a disgusted w.

 Ill consider this part of mitigating your sentence. And if it means restoring order here, its a small cost. Youre free to go. Clothed. Get out of my prison.

 Theres always a catch.

 Saliss rxed. Chaldion turned.

 Youre a disgrace to Pass, you know.

 The [Alchemist] paused.

 Well, Id say in that case its a wonder Pass has to embrace me at all. It was lovely meeting you, Miss Solstice. Rufelt, Lasica, Ill visit the bar sometimeter. When the glorious high-strategist Chaldions gone. I need to find a towel.

 Erin didnt quite see sparks bursting off Saliss and Chaldion as the two Drakes walked past each other. She held her breathand then Saliss was gone, waving at a [Guard]. The air rxed. Erin looked at Rufelt. He gave her a knowing nod sayingwell, she got it.

 Chaldion sighed. He looked at Erin and Lasica intervened. The [Chef] gave a polite smiled and grabbed at Erins arm.

 Thank you for your help, Chaldion. And you, Erin, will being with us. For a talk about rules in Pass. Lets all retire to the bar, shall we?

 She grabbed Erins arm with her ws. Erin yelped.

 Ow! Lasica! It was an ident! Ow, ow!

 Chaldion chuckled as the Drake hissed at Erin. He waved a w as he turned.

 That will be all, Warden.

 He nodded as the quartet walked back towards the entrance of the prison. Erin stared as the prison [Guards] smartly opened both gates to let them out. They treated Chaldion likeshe eyed the Drake hurrying out ahead of them with a towel wrapped around his waist. Rufelt and Lasica eyed Saliss from behind, but he did have a covering on.

 Lasica, who is he? I met that guySaliss in jail. They threw me in the punishment cell and hehes naked and hes an [Alchemist] and

 Lasica sighed. Her ws werent digging into Erins arm anymore. She nodded at Saliss as the Drake spread his arms, his towel perilously close to falling off him. Erin heard him shout.

 Freedom!

 That would be our insane Drake. Saliss Oliwing. Everyone in Pass knows him. I hope he didnt bother you too much?

 He didntactually, he was really annoying. But it was also good. Sort of.

 Erin blinked. Somehow, shed forgotten her funk. Shed <emughed for the first time in ages. Lasica gave Erin a side-long nce.

 Well, well. Youre smiling. Maybe it was good the two of you met. He does have that effect on people.

 I am?

 Erin felt at her face. She blinked.

 But who

 Chaldion cleared his throat. As the group emerged into the sun, the [Strategist] pointed at Saliss back. The old Drake red as Saliss spread his arms towards the sky.

 Erin Solstice. May I present Saliss Oliwing, the highest-leveled [Alchemist] in all of Pass. Perhaps the world. He is also a Named Adventurer and Pass only permanent resident Named-rank adventurer in the entire city. He is one of the most powerful Drakes on the continent, known as Saliss of Lights.

 Erin stared. Her jaw dropped. She saw Saliss waving at a pair of Drakes who hurried past him, avoiding his gaze.

 What?

 She looked at Lasica and Rufelt. The two nodded, resigned. Erin looked at Chaldion. Then at Saliss.

 What? Him?

 Our Named Adventurer. He gets arrested every other week for nudity. And hespletely above thew. The city needs him too badly.

 Lasica muttered, shaking his head. Chaldion just stared.

 Not myw. But the Assembly of Crafts has given him immunities. That hatchling dances about and does what he pleases, even in prison. Dont let him fool you. Hes dangerous.

 Not to you. To monsters. But he is a Named Adventurer. A powerful one, even by their standards.

 Rufelt rified. He nodded at Saliss. Erin just gaped at Saliss. It couldnt be. Buteverything made sense. The Drake wasughing, doing a boogie-dance in the streets.

 But hes sorandom.

 Its an act. Mostly.

 Lasicas lip curled. Her tail moved restlessly as she looked at Erin.

 He aggravates anyone hes put in a cell across from. And hell tangle with even a gang in Pass and cause amotion at the drop of a hat. Hes a nuisancebut hes also generous. He keeps Pass safe, so he gets a lot of leeway. And he does help people in need quite often. ActuallyI think hes you. Pass crazy Drake [Alchemist]. Which makes you Liscors copy.

 Erins jaw dropped. She spluttered.

 Hey! Im nothing like him! Im not a nudist! Hey! Take that back!

 Lasica refused to. She grinned as Erin turned red and pointed at Saliss back. Chaldion and Rufeltughed as well.

 Its true! I didnt think of it that way, but Saliss is like a male Erin. Hes certainly done as much or more than she has.

 Im not him! Hey! Hey! Take it back! Hes crazy! I dont dance about naked! He wouldnt put on pants! Im nothing like that!

 The old Drake grinned at her and his one good eye crinkled up as the young woman shouted, and thenughed along with the husband and wife. Erin was outraged, amusedand strangely, happy. As she protested outside of Pass prison, and the Drake [Alchemist]ughed and spun in the sunlight, Erin Solstice remembered.

 She could be happy too. And like a bubble bursting in her chest, Erin remembered them. Happier days. Something bright emerged, and blew away the rainclouds that had been hovering over her heart. She blinked. And then she remembered a day in the inn, sitting and watching Mrsha tease Pisces. Feeding the Redfang Goblins. Laughing.

 What the

 Lasica recoiled away from Erin. The young woman jumped and looked down. A bright me bloomed in her hands. Rufelt and Chaldion stared. The old [Strategist] blinked.

 Ah. So that is the Skill that caused so much trouble.

 Erin!

 Lasica stared at the me in Erins hands. The young woman blinked.

 I didnt mean to! Im sorry. I

 Her breath caught. Erin stared down at the dancing, bright me. It wasnt sad. In fact, it was lively. Small, but burning bright. And not blue, but

 Purple?

 There it was. A fiery, purple me, turning to pink around the edges. Bright and shining, fading to pink out from the purple core. It was small, but it glowed. Erin stared at it. And she didnt feelughter. She just felta bit happy.

 Now, isnt this a lovely color?

 Erin started. Saliss of Lights, the Named Adventurer of Pass, rested an arm on Erins shoulder. He stared down at the me, grinning.

 I knew it was tied to emotion. Well, well. Happiness is a royal purple for you. Not yellow? But is it my preconceptions or yours? Or just the color the me takes at this particr moment, or with this set of emotions? And what does this me do? Lets find out!

 He touched a tiny length of wood to the me. Erin jumped and felt a bloom of warmth as the me leapt onto the torch. Salissughed.

 Yoink! Thank you, Miss Solstice! Ooh. What a pleasant warmth.

 Hey! How did you? Give that back!

 Call it a fee for the help! I have to experiment with this! Tell Xif this ones mine! And away I go!

 Saliss leapt backwards. Erin grabbed for him, but he raced off, charging down the street andughing. The purple me bloomed on the torch, small, weak, but radiant. A bit of happiness.

 After about fifty feet Saliss towel came off. Erin heard shouts. An exmation. A scream for the Watch. Chaldion stared after Saliss and shook his head. Lasica sighed.

 If he wasnt a Named Adventurer, I think the Assembly of Crafts would have exiled him years ago, genius or not. But he is unrivaled in what he does. Still, someday

 She shook her head. Rufelt nodded and Chaldion just pursed his lips. But Erin smiled. She looked after Saliss. He did remind her ofher. Of the act, certainly. But hed been kind. And somehowhed managed to turn her mood upside down. She wondered what the real Saliss was like.

 I like him. Hes free.

 Of clothing, certainly. Shall we leave him be? Hopefully he just holes himself in his workshop and doesnt emerge for a week. And I could use a drink I was promised. And a game of chess with this young woman.

 Chaldion snorted. Lasica started and Rufelt, smiling, swept his paw up.

 Of course. To Tails and Scales!

 The group headed out. Erin looked sideways at Chaldion. Theyd yed only a few games, but she vividly remembered the one-eyed Drake flipping his eye patch up to use the magic embedded in his fake eye. She caught Chaldion looking at her too.

 Um, thanks. Really. I know I caused a fuss, but it was this thing with Pelt and

 The Drake waved a w.

 Ive dealt with far worse. But I am sure you will not cause a fuss like that twice.

 He looked meaningfully at Erin. She shuffled her feet.

 Who me? Of course not! Ive learned my lesson! I dont want to go to prison.

 Good! Because Pass would be well in its rights to leave you there for at least a day, even for an ident.

 Lasica warned Erin severely. The young woman winced. Chaldion just smiled, though.

 True enough. But on the whole, I believe Miss Erin should thank Guardsman Kel. I understand he ordered her put in the cells near Saliss. Normally we consider that a kind of punishment since our Named Adventurer is quite adept at aggravating his cellmates.

 Thank him? He told them to put me in jail!

 Erin started, remembering Kels order to the [Guards]. Chaldion nodded agreeably.

 Yes. With one of the few individuals in the city able to help you control that Skill of yours. Of course, Magus Grimalkin is another renowned expert, but you didmit a crime. There are consequences.

 He looked at Erin again. She flushed.

 Yeah. Thats true. Buthuh.

 You have to pay for your mistakes. In case Chaldion wasnt clear, you dont get another chance.

 Lasica poked Erin in the side. Rufelt put an arm on his wifes shoulder.

 Now, Lasica. Im sure Erin is sorry enough. Especially after dealing with Saliss for an entire hour.

 I just want to make sure she understands this isnt Liscor! There are serious consequences and we cant protect her!

 Erin kicked along the street, looking down at her feet. She muttered under her breath.

 But Im the consequences.

 Hm? What was that?

 Lasica red at Erin. She avoided the Drakes wrathful gaze. And she found herself ncing at Chaldion.

 Thanks. Again.

 It was nothing. But I do mean it when I say I want to y a game of chess with you. Ive been thinking over thest time we yed.

 Erin nodded slowly.

 Yeah. I wouldnt mind that. ButLasica. I have to go back to my inn. I got sidetracked, but I know its open.

 You owe Chaldion a game. And we owe him some drinks. It would be impolite to go now.

 The Drake had a warning note in her tone. Erin winced, but Chaldion stroked his chin thoughtfully.

 That inn? Very well. I wouldnt mind drinking there. Assuming there is good alcohol on tap?

 He looked at Erin. Lasica exhaled loudly, but Rufelt grinned.

 Absolutely. Then we shall go with you. Erin has been gone from her inn.

 Youre spoiling her.

 I might as well practice!

 The Gnollughed again. He pointed to an elevator and Erin smiled, grateful. She inhaled, taking in the air. The stories were true. Everything felt different after prison. Or meeting one crazy nude Drake. She looked at Chaldion, about to ask who he was. She had a feeling

 Erin stopped dead in her tracks. She heard a warning bell, then a siren go off in her head. She saw Chaldion stop too, and his head whip around. Rufelt and Lasica were walking, talking with their heads together about alcohol and the drinks Lasica would be getting. Both stopped.

 Now what is it?

 I

 Erin saw Chaldion look at her sharply. And then she heard a roar. A boom shook the air from atop the walls. Erin Solstice looked up. For a second she only saw dust, a cloud ofmist? No. Frost.

 And then she saw it. A huge shape,nding high, high on the battlements of the Walled City. Far away, but massive. First one. Then hundreds. Erin Solstice looked up and stared at the Wyverns as they flew over Pass, casting a shadow over the Walled City of Invention.

 No way.

 -

 Watch Captain Rekhassha and the Day Strategist already knew the Wyverns were headed their way. They hadnt taken their eyes off the weyr in thest two hours.

 Theyre asrge as any adults Ive seen. Larger.

 All of the hair on Rekhasshas body was standing up. The ploy with the cattle decoy had failed. For some reason, the Wyverns were headed straight for Pass. Why?

 Nothing to fear.

 The Day Strategist was standing as tall as he could, although he was still shorter than the female Gnoll. He red around, projecting his voice as the [Soldiers] and [Guards] on the wall stared at the Wyverns. He was trying to exude confidence, but Rekhassha had gotten the message from 4th Army as fast as he had, and shed seen him swearing a blue streak.

 Would now be a good time to inform Strategist Chaldion? Or call up a core of the 1st Army?

 Rekhassha stared at the Day Strategist. He red back.

 We dont need to cause an rm! The Wyverns will not reach Pass walls, Watch Captain.

 He sounded sure of himself, but Rekhassha didnt like the way the Wyverns were flying. They wereing at Pass.

 I believe we should call an alert. Put everyone indoors

 That is not necessary! Im in charge here! The Assembly of Crafts will have my tail and yours if we cause a false rm!

 The Day Strategist snapped back. Rekhassha was aware their argument was in in view of the soldiers. She growled.

 And I am Watch Captain and I say

 North wall! West wall! Prepare for aerial engagement!

 The Day Strategist shouted past Rekhassha, using a speaking stone to convey his message. She snarled as he strode past her. [Soldiers] and [Guards] snapped to alertness as the Day Strategist bellowed. The Wyverns were still far off, but closing in fast. Still, they had miles to go, and they were entering into Pass range.

 Ballistae crews, hold! Catapults, load ming munitions! Trebuchets, aim and fire for the mass of the Wyverns when they reach maximum range!

 The siege weapons atop Pass walls turned, calcting their shots. Rekhassha watched as trebuchets were loaded with enchanted munitions. These were not the smaller-scale, mundane trebuchets that the Humans had somehow managed to acquire at Liscor. Rekhassha had heard a rumor the Humans had [Engineers] who could build them. Ridiculous! Only Passian [Engineers] among a few others had the technical prowess!

 And they had built massive trebuchets, twice asrge as what normal wood and steel could envision. These were magical monsters of siege artillery. They could hit an army from miles away. Now, they turned, and the Day Strategist bellowed. He was calcting the Wyverns approach and the maximum range of the trebuchets.

 Hold! Hold! Now! Launch!

 The trebuchets arms swung up. Rekhassha saw huge slings filled with giant stonesor smaller payloads of explosive or enchanted munitionshurl through the air. The sound the trebuchets generated was like thunder. She stared.

 Pass trebuchets fired for practice, but this was a rare sight. Huge orbs of magicked brass and giant stones flew at the Wyverns. Rekhassha saw their formation break upthen plumes of light.

 Direct hit!

 The Day Strategist clenched one wed fist as Wyverns fell out the sky. The entire weyr reacted with visible shock. But still they came on. The Day Strategist bellowed.

 Long-range ballistae! Fire!

 Specialized [Archers] and [Engineers] aimed the rare and deadly Drake war weapons. The Day Strategist bared his teeth as he heard a tremendous snap and tearing of the air as one of the ballistae fired. A bolt, propelled by magic and physics and a Skill shot through the air. It struck a Wyvern impossibly far away, piecing through hen halfway through another.

 Yes! Reload! Fire for maximum effect! [Archers]! Fire as the Wyverns reach your range!

 Dedicated [Longbow Snipers] raised massive longbows and set enchanted arrows to the strings. The Day Strategist strode back towards Rekhassha. Another trebuchet thumped and the Wyverns dove as a deadly rain of ming stones tore at their wings.

 I have the keys to the wall spells. Watch Captain Rekhassha, do I have permission to unleash our first grade of spells?

 She stared at him. The Wyverns were breaking up, unsure of what to do in the face of the attacks. And as they kept flying forwards, more and more archers and [Mages] and siege weapons were firing.

 Even soshe detested the smug look on the Day Strategists face. He was acting too casual. Showing off. Rekhassha growled.

 Granted.

 The Day Strategist already had themand scrolls in one hand. He unfurled them as the Wyverns regrouped. They spread out, but they refused to retreat. Rekhassha heard, in the distance, a piercing shriek, incredibly loud and filled with rage. She saw the Wyvern Lord leading the charge. It dodged an enchanted ballista bolt, diving with incredible speed and flew at the walls. But if it thought this was all Pass could doit was wrong.

 Activating the firstyer of defensive spells! Mark!

 The Day Strategist unfurled a scroll and Rekhassha saw his eyes shine. He grinned,ughing as power coursed through him. And he pointed.

 The Wyvern Lord, flying at Pass walls in a rage, sensed the magic surging through the walls. In his vision, the walls lit up, and magical symbols traced themselves in the air. The Wyvern Lord pulled up his flight, rmed. And he saw a miniature cataclysm st through the air at his weyr.

 Hundreds of fiery orbs appeared and shot like rain towards the distant Wyverns. They streaked through the air, faster than the few arrows being loosed by the longest-range [Archers]. They were tiny, but they exploded in huge sts of me.

 The Wyverns screamed and dove, but the fireballs flew down, catching them and sting their scales apart. One couldnt kill a Wyvern, but it could punch a hole in a wing. And three? Five? Eight? The Wyvern Lord saw a Wyvern explode as twelve hit it from all sides.

 Homing [Fireballs]. AndRekhassha pped her paws to her earslightning. A ssic deterrent to everything that flew. Dozens of bolts shed from Pass walls each second, striking down any Wyvern in range.

 Fireballs, lightningthe next wave was an assault of stones, conjured from the sky, but Rekhassha didnt see them falling. The fireballs and lightning ceased and she saw the Wyverns were in full retreat. Nearly a hundredy dead as the trebuchets kept thumping and the ballistae fired ast volley of shots.

 There! Theyre running scared!

 Someone cheered and the [Soldiers] shouted as they saw the Wyverns flying back, as fast as they coulde. Rekhassha saw the Day Strategists chest inte to near-bursting. She red at him, but she had to admitthe fallen corpses of the Wyverns filled her with pride as much as awe. She and the defenders on the wall saw the lesson that the Wyvern Lord had just learned.

 This was Pass. To get in range of the city, the Wyverns would have to fly through walls of spells and munitions. The Day Strategist hadnt even activated the most powerful spells yet. And the [Soldiers] could unleash devastating hails of arrows, not just the high-level [Snipers] from afar.

 The Drake [Strategist] swaggered back to the Watch Captain, drunk on the power of loosing all those spells. He waved azy w at the weyr, now out of range of even the trebuchets.

 Just as I said, Watch Captain. Nothing to fear. I have the [Cage of Pass] spell ready for use as well. If the Wyverns somehow make it to the walls, I will activate it. I imagine the Assembly wont appreciate the mana cost, but the safety of Passes first.

 Of course.

 Rekhassha tried not to meet his smug gaze. She narrowed her eyes and found her spyss. The Wyverns were regrouping around their leader. He hadnt fallen. And he was facing Pass.

 I imagine theyll scatter. 4th Army will have to hunt them down as theynd and rest, but weve reduced their numbers by a full tenth. At least. If theye back this way, well settle the matter, but even Wyverns should flee after that lesson.

 The Drake was going on, but Rekhassha tuned him out. Her brown eyes narrowed and she pressed the spyss closer to her face.

 Day Strategist. Day Strategist! The Wyverns are regrouping. And theyre doing something!

 The Drake broke off. He stared at Rekhassha suspiciously, and then fished out his own seeing ss. He frowned.

 The Wyverns were doing something. They were lined up in the airnot a wall, but more like a half-sphere. The Wyvern Lord was in the center. And they werebreathing?

 From so far away Rekhassha could only see the white frost as all the Wyverns exhaled. The Day Strategist blinked.

 What is that? Are they breathing frost? They must be umon variants.

 What are they doing?

 Rekhassha didnt like it one bit. She stared at the Day Strategist. Her [Dangersense] was going off. The Day Strategist wavered. The Wyverns were concentrating their breath into a single point.

 I dontthose are clearly Frost Wyverns. Maybe theyre trying to stop the spells? Thats a unique behavior. Nevertheless, even if they keep approaching well hit them from angles. Theres nothing to fear, Watch Captain. Theyre miles out. And frost breath cant

 He broke off. Rekhassha stared.

 Itscondensing. Whats going on? Day Strategist!

 She pointed and snapped. The Day Strategist stared. His eyes bulged.

 What the

 A thousand Wyverns breathed at once. The magic, freezing air sted from their maws, mixing, multiplying the force

 Collecting in the air. The magical frost didnt dissipate. But it gathered together. Against all logic. But it wasnt just a biological trait. It was magic. A spinning orb of frozen air was whirling, frost and snow spinning faster and faster as the Wyverns kept exhaling.

 Whats that? In the air?

 One of the [Scouts] pointed. Rekhassha realized what it was.

 Its some kind of mass-attack spell! Everyone, take cover!

 Theres no way it can hit us from afar. Our best spells can barely reach

 The Day Strategist looked around. [Soldiers] were taking cover behind the battlements. The Drake red at Rekhassha. Then he heard a shriek.

 The ball of frost shot forwards from the massed Wyverns. And the air tore around it. Rekhasshas eyes went round.

 Brace! Activate the shield spells!

 She turned. The Day Strategist stared. The air was moving as the orb shot at Pass walls. At him. It looked likea ripple in the air.

 Snow, and a st of winding at them. Faster than any arrow. It covered a mile in five seconds. It was

 So fast.

 The Drake reached for his key scrolls, wing for the right one. Rekhassha threw herself behind a barrier of stone. She bellowed, tearing at her own key scrolls.

 Get to cover! Activate the scrolls!

 The Day Strategist gulped.

 Sound

 The Day Strategist never finished the word. Faster than he could move, could speak, faster than sound came the st of frost. The blizzard covered the entire wall. The orb exploded across the northern wall, and everything froze.

 Everything. Across the eastern wall, [Soldiers] screamed as their armor turned frozen in a second. And they were thousands of feet from the st! Even on the southern wall, the defenders felt the impact and the sudden, biting frost.

 A [Lieutenant] Garuda caught herself as the sudden wind nearly sted her into the air. She stared at the frost on her feathers and the pain suddenly radiating across her body. Like frostbite! But she stared at the wall.

 She saw the figures on the northern wall. The distant Day Strategist, Rekhassha. The [Soldiers] and [Guards] in their cover. They werepale.

 White. The Lieutenant raised a speaking stone to her beak.

 Watch Captain Rekhassha? Day Strategist? What was that? Watch Captain? Come in! Anyone?

 There was no response. And as the [Lieutenant] staredshe realized none of the figures were moving. Her eyes went wide. She stared at a [Soldier] getting to his feet. He looked at her, color draining from his face.

 Theyre dead

 Frozen solid. Then came a shockwave, a thundering boom that shattered ss and made the ears of [Soldiers] and [Guards] across the wall ring. It threw the [Lieutenant] through the air. She flipped head over talons, barely avoided snapping her neck on the ground.

 What waswhat was that?

 She stared. Then she looked up. A shadow dove at her. The [Lieutenant] looked up, shouted, and a pair of jaws cut her in half. The Wyvern Lordnded, crushing a Duhan [Soldier] and screamed. He had been barely slower than the sonic boom. Racing in the vacuum created by the onught of frost and wind, the Wyvern hit the frozen wall, shattering the frozen forms.

 For a moment, the [Soldiers] on the wall were stunned. They couldntprehend what was happening. The Wyverns had retreated. And thenthey couldnt understand the frost attack, or the sonic boom that had hit the walls. What Teriarch had defeated in his duel with the Wyverns had caught the defenders of Pass off-guard. They had forgotten. Small they might be, and bestial, savage.

 But here flew the kin of Dragons. Now the Wyverns flew on the wall. Sucked into the vacuum of their attack, they struck the walls in an instant. For a moment, there was only paralysis. Then a Drake screamed.

 The rm! Sound the rm!

 Horns blew. The [Soldiers] scrambled for their weapons. But half were frozen. And the other halfthe Wyverns dove. The smallest was thirty-feet long. And their hides were thick enough to shrug off sword blows like rain. They tore and shrieked and the Wyvern Lord roared.

 -

 The explosion made every head in Pass turn. Erin Solstice felt the Wyvern attack moments before it came. She looked up and saw the bloom of frost. Heard the sonic boom. She gaped as the temperature fell several degrees.

 And then she saw them. Flying above like pale reflections of their kin.

 They flew over the Walled City. And Erin heard them scream. Louder than her [Dangersense]. A full-throated shriek. A scream that told the people of Pass there was no safe ce the world over.

 Wyverns. Erin was just staring. But the Wyverns began diving. They flew down,nding on lower floors, diving as fast as eagles, hitting targets with pinpoint precision. It was so sudden. One second the skies were clear, the next, it was snowing.

 What was that?

 My ears

 Rufelt and Lasica were stumbling. They hadnt even realized what had happened. They were looking around wildly. Not even looking up yet. Erin just stared. She saw a huge Wyvern spreading its wings.

 Ancestors!

 Chaldions voice roused Erin. The old [Strategist] was staring up at the walls. His scales had gone white. He snatched something from his belt.

 Day Strategist! Watch Captain, report in!

 He bellowed, but there was no response. And the Wyverns kept flying. Not just one hundred. Hundreds. They poured over the walls, casting vast shadows below. And their leader raised his head and uttered a triumphant scream.

 Prey! He had found it! And he had beaten the Dragons magic!

 Erin heard a shriek that echoed throughout the Walled City. It reached inside of her and touched a primal part of her. Fear. A predator screamed and across Pass, people looked up. They froze.

 Whats that? Are those?

 Its an illusion. It has to be. Thats not

 This wasnt happening. This could not be real. Not like this. Not to Pass. Disbelief froze almost everyone in their tracks. The first to move were adventurers. [Soldiers]. The Watch.

 Get inside! Inside!

 Dead gods! Sound the rm! Why arent the rms ringing?

 A horn blew. Frantically, from atop the walls. Then it was cut off. Another sounded. And then another. Horns began screaming an rm across the city. But still, the paralysissted another beat. As if this was a bad dream from which you might still wake.

 -

 4th Army stared at the Wyverns attacking Pass. They had seen the frost orb, seen the Wyverns loosing it at the city. Stunned, they stared as the Wyverns sped at the city in the vacuum. They saw the Wyverns flying at the Walled City, diving, taking the walls in the confusion caused by their attack. They stared. And then they ran for their home.

 -

 Erin heard the wailing horns. She stared at the Wyverns. Lasica and Rufelt were frozen in shock. As still as statues. It was almost funny. Erin wanted tough at their expressions. She looked around. Everyone was frozen, but her. In pure disbelief.

 But Erin believed. She looked up at the Wyverns.

 Thats not my fault. Is it?

 Why would it be yours?

 Chaldion could move. He looked at her. His eyes were wide, but like her, he inhabited this second. This moment, as the Wyverns flew over Pass, diving. Erin looked at him. They were too calm. Shock raced through one to the other.

 It is no ones fault. But whoever was on that wall. Run and hide. We must take the walls.

 The [Strategist] was calmly looking up. Erin saw the Wyverns diving. Slowly, so slowly. She felt the [Immortal Moment] shaking around them. Chaldion looked at her.

 Good Skill. Dont die. This was not your fault.

 He met her eyes. And Erin knew it was true. It was just poor timing. Chance. Maybe fate, but the gods were dead. A Dragons meddling.

 Slowly, in the breaking [Immortal Moment], Chaldion reached down for his belt. He calmly pulled out a glittering scroll and unfurled it. Erin saw him read. The scroll glowed, and then the Drake spoke.

 Chaldion. By my authority as [Grand Strategist] of Pass, I am issuing a city-wide rm. Now.

 Erin felt the air shaking. The Grand Strategist drew himself up. He removed his eye patch, yanked out the azure eyeball and dropped it in his belt pouch. He reced it with a fiery red gemstone. And when he spoke, his words were like thunder.

 Pass is under attack.

 Erin heard the Drakes crackling voice from all around her. It echoed through the entire city. Chaldion spoke.

 Wyverns are attacking Pass. Get indoors! 1st Army, take the walls! Sound the rm! Pass is under attack!

 And it spread. The paralysis broke. Erin felt her [Immortal Moment] shatter. Rufelt grabbed Lasica, his face pale. She shouted in terror. They began to run.

 And the Walled City moved. People pointed up and screamed. They fled for their houses. The Wyverns dove, and Drakes, Gnolls, Duhans, and Garudas fled. Some turned to fight, grabbing weapons. And the word raced around the world.

 Pass is under attack!

 The news hit the Blighted Kings courts. It was already being screamed from all five Walled Cities. Azkerash sat up in his chair. Tyrion Veltras halted his horse, demanding an answer from the City Runner. Magnolia spat out her mouthful of tea.

 Teriarch was fast asleep.

 In Liscor, Watch Captain Zevara whirled. She abandoned searching the High Passes and stared at the Street Runner.

 Under attack? By what?

 The other [Guards] stared at her. But they already knew the answer.

 Wyverns.

 -

 In The Wandering Inn, the world was frozen. Lyte, the servers, and the clients were all staring at the little scrying orb. Tersk had pulled it out when it had shed and shrilled a sound unexpectedly.

 Now, the world over, an image appeared. Wistrams [Mages] caught the spell, throwing it. Lyte stared at the orb, reflecting a Drake as he ran, and then a sky full of Wyverns. Then she looked at the magical door.

 It was open to Pass. In the center of the room, she saw a street covered with frost. It was snowing. And abovethere was shadows. She heard screams, echoed momentster from the orb.

 Sound the rm! Wheres the army?

 Lyte looked around. The room was frozen. Klbkch was on his feet. So was Relc. The Drake was staring.

 Howd they get past the walls? No way. Pass has a million spells

 Impossible.

 Bevussa was staring. Thenin the center of the orb, she saw the running, bobbing view stop.

 Someone halted in the magical door. A panting Drake, gasping for air. His view swung around and for a second Lyte saw herself through the magical door. He was holding up a glittering mirror, and wherever he turned it the view in the scrying orb reflected.

 Pass is under attack! Ancestors! Theyre everywhere

 Another Drake raced into view, from the door and the scrying orb. He was wearing expensive clothes. He turned, not even seeing the upants of The Wandering Inn staring at him. He shouted as the first Drake held up the mirror.

 This is Sir Relz of Pass! We are under attack! Are we broadcasting? Hello? Pass is under attack! We just sawNoass! Are you alright?

 The other Drake started. Lyte saw him jerkthe image jerked and then he was holding the mirror up. The two Drakes crowded into frame.

 Im fine, Sir Relz. Dead gods! Thisthis is Noass, your [Commentator]. Were justwere in the middle of an attack! There are Wyverns everywhere!

 Theyre diving out the skies! This ismy [Dangersense] went off a second beforesome kind of shockwave in the air

 Sound the rm! Why arent the wall spells activating?

 Noass bellowed over his shoulder. He looked around frantically.

 Were under attack. Ancestors! Someone

 He stopped. The viewpoint shifted again as he turned the mirror. He stared at the inhabitants of the inn. They stared back. The Drake breathed at them, panting, his voice ragged.

 Were under attack. This isthis is the inn in Liscor, isnt it?

 Yes.

 Lyte stared at him in shock. The Drake nodded. In pure shock. He looked at them. Pleadingly.

 Help. Someone

 He pointed at the sky. Wyverns were flooding into the city. Lyte looked at him, wide-eyed. And her face was reflected a hundred thousand times, the world over.

 Its her.

 Lytes father stared into the scrying basin. But then the viewpoint shifted. A Garuda surged to her feet.

 Bevussa Slenderscale stood up. She looked at Pass through the magical door. Her home. Her voice was a croak. Then a shout.

 Wings of Pass. Wings. Pass is under siege.

 Her teammates were still sitting at their table. Bevussa looked at them and then knocked the table over. She leapt towards the door.

 Wings of Pass! To me!

 She flew. Zassil, Issa, and Kin leapt through the doorway in a second. Shock shattered as Keldrass overturned his table. His voice was a bellow, a scream.

 Get me my mewardens! To Pass! The City of Invention must not fall!

 He charged at the magic door as Bevussa and half her team leapt through. Keldrass tried to follow, but collided with the wall as the magic ran out. He roared for his team, the Heartme Armor, someone to recharge the door! Kin and Zassil shouting at each other as the Drake [Mage] put her ws on the door.

 Everyone back! Get back!

 Relc roared as he looked for his spear. Lyte whirled. On the other side, she saw Bevussa and Issa whirling, looking at the magic door. Then the Garuda took wing. The image followed her up as she flew straight up. Issa was behind her.

 There. Go! Go!

 The view swung down. Kin and Zassil flew after. Lyte saw the door flicker. Go out. Reappear again as another [Mage] in her inn grabbed the door. She saw herself.

 And the Wyverns. They flew. And in The Wandering Inn, as Noass and Sir Relz ran, shouting into the scrying orb, the Wings of Pass flew. And for once, The Wandering Inn was only witness. They stared, as one of the six Walled Cities fell under attack.

 In the silence, Lyte saw Tersk put the scrying orb on the table. Everyone crowded around it. Or the magic door as it recharged. And only one voice was clearly audible in the silence.

 Ooh. Big birds. I am so very envious.

 Bird stared through the magical door. He looked up at the sky full of Wyverns and then at Lytes pale face. He paused.

 I meanoh no? Oh no. They did not attack Liscor? Oh noI mean, yes. This is good.

 Bird paused.

 I am so jealous.

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