Book 7: Chapter 7_The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 7

 Its uncanny. Shes rather like an enigma wrapped up in a bottle inside an aggravating pot enchanted to annoy you.

 I understand what youre saying, but Id never have expected that line toe from you, Grand Strategist.

 Magus Grimalkin. Do you disagree?

 Not at all. I would have simply abbreviated the analogy. Erin Solstice is more like someone withyers.

 Like an onion?

 No.

 No. I was going to say a multi-level shield spell. Why anonion?

 Dont you cook with onions? Either of you two?

 I do not cook. Ive studied nutrition, but cooking is not a practice I need to or care to study.

 I can cook, Saliss. How is this germane to the conversation?

 Im just saying. Onions. Fry them up and theyre good. You can toss some oil in a pan, some onions, and maybe a bit of sauce or saltthats a snack.

 Hm. Nutritional value?

 I mean, theyre onions. I use them in one of my cloud-based recipes. So you get a killing cloud of poison that smells like onions.

 Were being derailed. Be silent, Saliss. My point is simply that shes clever, intentionally or not. Grimalkin, you have experience with her. Is thisnormal?

 Hmf. Id say its partly unconscious. But she obfuscates intentionally. Nevertheless, Ive experienced this before. Not in this fashion, but a quiet, normal evening in this inn is a rare phenomenon.

 Fascinating.

 Yeah. Why are we whispering?

 Grimalkin and Chaldion both turned to look at Saliss. The third Drake paused.

 I meanChaldions using his ring. Why are we whispering?

 The other two Drakes stared at the [Alchemist]. Annoyed was a mild word to describe how they felt about Saliss. Resigned, aggravatedyou had tobine descriptors. But the Named Adventurer was the best [Alchemist] in all of Pass, perhaps the world. He was more useful than he looked. Andwell, he was also hard to get rid of.

 Moreover, he was amid equals, in a sense. Grimalkin, the [Sinew Magus], and Chaldion, [Grand Strategist] in charge of Pass armies were both famed and influential. If anything, Grimalkin was the lesser figure here. If anyone was being a stickler for the exact nuance of rank.

 But no one was. And the three Drakes outranked and mattered more than anyone else in the inn in which they stood. And yetthey stood in a corner, talking. They were here, having taken time out of their incredibly busy schedulesagain, Saliss being a sort of exceptiontoe here.

 Because of a Human. Erin Solstice. And at this moment, Chaldion and Saliss were experiencing a phenomenon Grimalkin in his personal notes was dubbing the Erin-chaos effect.

 Chaldion went on, looking around. He stopped whispering as Saliss, still nude, busily mushed up something in a mortar and pestle. It was amazing how fast you could get used to a naked Drake. No one in the inn even paused to stare at Saliss. Because there were more important matters to deal with.

 The Gnoll child is gone. Ive scried this entire area. Even with her full nameshes gone. That should not be possible.

 Grimalkin nodded. The [Magus] paused, and then extended a w. Saliss nced up as the burly Drake murmured.

 Mrsha Stone Spears. [Scry].

 There was a sh and his eyes glowed blue-white. Grimalkin paused.

 Nothing. It could be the scrying spell is struggling with Gnollish naming conventions. ins Gnolls dont havest names. [Scry] Mrsha Stonespears.

 Im used to [Scrying] spells, Magus. I cant imagine wed both fail. But yes, it is cumbersome.

 Chaldion sighed. He flipped up his eye patch and his blue pearl fake eye glowed with the same magic.

 [Scry]. Krshia Silverfang.

 This time, something clearly happened. Chaldions eye continued to glow. Saliss turned and waved at the ceiling, from where Chaldions magical gaze wasing. Grimalkin looked up too. You could actually detect a [Scrying] spell if you knew where to look. Chaldion nodded.

 Perfectly clear.

 He turned and all three Drakes stared at the tall Gnoll woman, the [Shopkeeper] who was one of many people in the inn. Krshia was conferring with Elirr and some other Gnolls trying to pick up on Mrshas scent.

 Theyd all failed. And after two hours since Mrshas disappearance, the not-panic had involved more than just the inns guests. Relc had appeared, on-duty, as had Klbkch, two Councilmembers from Liscorit could be said that even Zevara was taking an interest through her Senior Guardsmen.

 And no one had found Mrsha. Now, the not-panic was bing something more than a concern. But Chaldion was cool-headed. He looked at Grimalkin and Saliss.

 The name is not the issue. Wherever the child is, she either possesses a Skill or artifact that can defeat a [Scrying] spend scentand turn her invisible to Antinium Workers and leave no trail

 Or something got her.

 The others nodded. Saliss paused as there was a sound from the doors. Everyone in the inn turned. A Centaur trotted in, breathing hard. He looked around.

 No news. Sorry. I ran all the way down to the road north. No ones seen her.

 He was looking around for Lyte or Erin, but the two were still out looking. Relc was at the Bloodfields, scouting around with Klbkch. Theyd checked Pass already; the guards had denied seeing a white Gnoll. Esthelm was being investigated by Erin herself. Liscor was looking out for Mrsha and Elirr had checked Krshias apartment.

 And Celumwell, that was another thing. Chaldion paused.

 Put aside the child for now. Lets focus on what happened. Just as I was attempting to speak with that young woman, this incident happened. As wellCelum has suddenly decided to refuse entry through their magical door.

 Good summarizing. I ate eggs today for breakfast. With toast.

 Saliss murmured. Chaldion ignored him. He looked at Grimalkin.

 Youve said that getting information out of Miss Solstice is difficult, Magus Grimalkin. I assumed it was because you didnt press her. Now Im beginning to understand.

 In fairness, the events with Celum were a long timeing. And Mrshas disappearance could just be chance. I doubt Erin Solstice wanted either event. HoweverI have witnessed her deliberately causing this kind of incident. Did you know, half of her guests assumed Pass was attacked because she was vacationing there? The rumor is that she has a Skill which attracts troubleor luck, as the case may be.

 Really? Ive met [Gamblers] who can do that. You think if I tag along with her, she can do something really entertaining? Like, say, identally knocking down one of Pass walls?

 Saliss eyes gleamed. Chaldion turned his head and red.

 Sir Saliss, if you have nothing to add, please remove yourself from my presence.

 His voice was icy. And the Grand Strategist of Pass was normally known for being even-tempered. Cunning, deliberate, ruthlessbut seldom just angry or annoyed. Then again, Saliss was Saliss and they had a long history. Grimalkin folded his arms.

 Erin Solstices ce of origin and history are part of her mystery. I personally suspect that shes hiding something incredibly significant, but as Ive said, this is only a supposition based on no proof but instinct.

 Well, that is why I am here, Grimalkin. I just cant help but marvel at the timing of her coincidences.

 Chaldions eyes narrowed. He too sensed something, even if he couldnt put it into words. Erin Solstices ability at chess, her personality, her knowledge ofliftingall of it spoke to the [Grand Strategist]. Yet, like Grimalkin, he didnt even have the framework to guess at the truth.

 I just came here for the food. And Xif keeps bragging so I wanted to annoy him. Plus, I wanted to see what Liscors prison looks like. No ones arresting me in Pass anymore.

 Saliss scratched at the scales on his butt. Grimalkin sighed.

 Sir Saliss.

 Wow. You say that so unironically. I havent heard someone do that in years. Do it again!

 Sir Saliss, have you tried to locate the child?

 The [Alchemist] paused. He sighed as Grimalkin gave him a look devoid of humor. The adventurer grew serious for one reluctant moment.

 No smells, no unusual sights. I used two good potions, too. It is weird. Kids dont have Skills that good. Even if she was Level 20 or something

 Impossible.

 Nah, its happened. I think the record is Level 21 at age seven.

 How?

 Child soldiers.

 Ah.

 The three Drakes grew quiet again. They eyed the room. It was full of stillness and motion. People were reacting to the situation as befit their personalities. Some, like Drassi, were rushing about, getting water for the panting Palt, encouraging other people, working to keep themselves from worrying.

 Others, like Krshia and Elirr, were still. Waiting forsomething. Then theyd move like wildfire.

 But what were they waiting for? The worst? A miracle? No one could say. But Grimalkin, Chaldion, and Saliss stood together, outsiders to this inn. They didnt know Mrsha well. Even Grimalkin was a more sporadic visitor. He turned as there was a sound from the hallway.

 Erin! Wheres Erin?

 Every head turned, hopefully, expectantly. Saliss just nced up and went to grinding with his little pewter bowl. The door opened and a team of four rushed in.

 Adventurers. The Halfseekers. Ulinde, their newest member, followed Seborn, Moore, and Jqua. All four were panting.

 I just heard. Has anyone found Mrsha? Well help look!

 Jqua stared about the room. Krshia hurried over to her. Moore bent over as the Halfseekers listened to the Gnoll woman; Moores face was one of anguish and worry.

 Lot of strange people around here.

 Saliss murmured as he poured the powdered Eir Kelp into one vial for making a healing potion withter. Chaldion nced up sharply.

 You mean, their sses. Which ones?

 I have no idea what youre talking about. Isnt that what all your investigations are supposed to turn up?

 Saliss fluttered his eyes at Chaldion. The [Grand Strategist] turned away. The [Alchemist] did not look directly at Krshia. The three Drakes fell silent as Jqua took her team upstairs, to look at the spot where Mrsha had been.

 They were being logical. And keeping their heads in the panic. Better than Krshia or the others; their veneer of control was just that. But the three Drakes were calm, used to graver crises than this. But it had to be said that they were also

 Embarrassed. Frankly, that was the emotion that unified the three. They were all the most important people in the room. And yettheyd been just as stumped by Mrshas disappearance.

 It was like shed vanished. And between the three Drakes, that was a hard thing to admit. If Mrsha had been teleported, even with [Greater Teleport], there would have been a magical residue. If shed been attacked, carried off, Saliss would have scented it.

 Chaldion had gone through the logical exercises that Pyrite had, but every avenue revealed no white Gnoll. Not even Celum; the City Watch and Octavia both denied seeing Mrsha and the odds of her being in the city were remote.

 It has to be a Skill. But whose?

 Grimalkin growled. Chaldion folded his arms.

 Another point to investigate. My time was not wasteding here. However

 Every head turned as Erin Solstice appeared. She walked through the front doors leading to the trapped hallway.

 Shes not in Esthelm. I thinkI think shes here. Lyte. Im certain of it.

 The [Innkeeper] turned to Lyte. The [Princess]s hand was bleeding. The Gnolls smelled it and Saliss keen eyes saw the blood from where her fingernails had cut into her skin. But neither one was panicking, or wailing. What good would that do? And Erin Solstice

 Shes here. I wasnt sure at first, but I know it, Lyte. Thats why Im not panicking. Mrshashere.

 Erin slowly walked into the inn. She looked around, her eyebrows furrowed. Staring around and searching forsomething. Lyte followed her, white-faced.

 But weve searched everywhere! She wouldnt have hidden! Mrshas not like that! Once she heard us calling outdid she fall into one of Belgrades traps? I told him

 No. Shes here. But nothere.

 The young woman cut Lyte off. She was visibly confused. Erin looked around, and then straight at Saliss.

 Youre here.

 Hi. Yes I am.

 He waved at her. Erin ignored Saliss. She stared about the room.

 Is Palt here? Or Montressa?

 Im

 Yes, hello! How can we help?

 Montressa interrupted the exhausted Centaur. The [Aegiscaster] hurried over, staff in hand. Erin nodded to her as Beza hung back.

 Can you do something for me? Turn invisible?

 I can do that.

 And me.

 What do you want to do?

 Grimalkin was curious too. Erin looked at all three [Mages].

 Ill turn my back. Go invisible and hide.

 Erin

 Im testing something, Lyte.

 Give us ten seconds.

 The three [Mages] exchanged looks. Erin turned around and all three vanished. Saliss and Chaldion both didnt blink, and their eyes followed patches of air moving across the room.

 The others werent able to track the [Mages] so well. The Gnolls sniffed the air, getting approximate locations. Drassi noticed a chair moving as Montressa bumped it. Lyte recoiled from a breeze. But then there was just silence.

 nen

 Erin finished counting. She held still. Her eyes were closed and her back was turned to a wall. She didnt immediately turn around. Instead, her head rose. And then the [Innkeeper] thoughtfully spoke.

 Palt is upstairs. Somehow. Montressas in the kitchen. And Grimalkinsnot in the inn.

 Lyte stared at Erins back. There was an exmation from the kitchen and Montressa reappeared. Someone went to get Palt.

 Wheres Grimalkin?

 Outside.

 A number of voices chorused. Drassi went to fetch Grimalkin. He strode back in.

 I walked down the hill. Your findings?

 Mrshas here.

 Erin looked around. Her eyes narrowed.

 I couldnt do this when I was Level 20.

 Chaldion eyed Erin. Saliss just grinned. Erin Solstice looked at Lyte. The [Princess] was piecing together what Erin had understood.

 Soso youre sensing Mrsha? You know shes here?

 I am. Thats why I wasnt that worried, Lyte. I thought it was my imagination. But Mrsha is in my inn. Just nothere, here.

 What does that mean?

 I dont know. Shes in my inn. But shes not anywhere I know.

 Everyone looked as perplexed as Erin. She hadnt figured it out yet. The Grand Strategists eyes narrowed though. He touched his ring and created another space to whisper to the other two Drakes in. Grimalkin walked over and nodded.

 The [Princess]?

 No. Perhaps a new facet of her ss. A new Skill. Didnt she mention having two?

 Grimalkin and Chaldion were beginning to put it together. They exchanged significant looks. Salisswell, he nced at Erin as he put another bit of dried Eir Kelp in his bowl to mash up.

 It was only a matter of time before she figured it out. Shed fooled even him. For a moment. Then hed put it together.

 Saliss eyes were reptilian, a long vertical pupil instead of rounded ones, like Gnolls and Humans had. Like a Dragons eyes, although Dragons would balk at beingpared to their descendants. Yet, Saliss eyes were more like a Dragons than most.

 They narrowed now. Staring at Erin Solstice. And Saliss sawall there was to see.

 [Eyes of Appraisal]. A Skill for an [Alchemist]. Saliss looked at Erin. He saw her level, her ss. Her Skills. He nodded to himself. Unusual Skills for an [Innkeeper], some of them. She had a weird distribution.

 An [Innkeeper] who had to fight monsters got Skills like these. One who valued people more than, say, the ability to conjure up free food each day, or who had the ability to boost her staff into working like fiends. But clearly, she didnt know how at least two of her Skills worked.

 Well, well. The [Alchemist] busily mashed up the second bit of kelp as Grimalkin and Chaldion walked over to Erin and her head kept turning. He was just a bystander, watching the show. If she or Lyte had started crying, hed probably have given her a tip.

 But at the moment? Saliss looked into his bowl, with a serious, detached expression on his face. Anyone looking at him would have assumed he was just as grave and concerned as everyone else. But the truth was that Saliss was trying really hard not tough.

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 Mrsha stood in another ce. She stared around the strange world shed entered when shed fled from Lyte. It waspletely foreign to her.

 Soft grass covered the ground. Behind her stood a wall. But covered with vines. Mrsha stared at the wall, where the door had allowed her in. And then vanished. Where it had been was a wooden wall, made of dark brown wood.

 It looked like the wood of the inn. But older, weathered. Solid. It stretched up, curving. And it became the sky. Mrsha stared at it. It had taken her fifteen minutes to pry away the creeping vines from the wall to expose the sight of the wooden wall. Like ivy, it had subsumed the actual surface.

 Now, Mrsha sat back. She stared up at the wall. It rose, arching, creating the shadowed dome that she realized encircled this entire ce. But it was so tall. And there were no supports. It was an unnatural structure, to Mrsha. Perhaps you could make something like this in reality, but where had thise from?

 She had been in Erins inn. And nowMrshas small head went up and up, looking around.

 She was lost here. The door was gone. And the wooden wall that was so familiar and different created a domed, circr room.

 All but in one ce. The dome of wood and twisting vines stopped in the air. And arge, circr center let bright light shine down into this strange area. Mrsha saw the beam of light, illuminating the world ahead.

 She wiggled her paws in the grass. It was so soft. Not like full-grown, whippy grass with seeds and other nts mixed in. This was pleasant. Soft. You could roll about in it forever.

 Mrsha did, for a bit. She felt her anxiety disappearing. She should have been afraid, snatched away to somewhere else. But she wasnt. Instinctively, Mrsha felt reassured and she couldnt have said why. Her [Druid] ss told her she was safe.

 And so did something else. This world was familiar. If anything, Mrsha just wanted to find the door so she could show Lyte. Butshe was still angry. So Mrsha decided to explore. Maybe shed find the door when she did.

 Shade engulfed this part of thegarden. And Mrsha saw that light would seldome here. Grass grew in ces, like where shed walked in. But soft, loamy soil was just as frequent. Mrsha stopped as she saw arge stone withrge mushrooms growing next to them. She sniffed cautiously, but she recognized some of them. All edible, ording to Urksh.

 Mrsha nearly nibbled a few, but she wasnt hungry. They were big mushrooms, though. She looked around. And blinked.

 This world wasnt one t ce. It wasrgrge enough to hold a small hill in one section. Mrsha saw the sunlit ground sloping up. But the garden was divided into different spots.

 She stood in the shade, here. And Mrsha saw something curious.

 A ring of mushrooms. It was a big circle in the middle of the grass. The Gnoll trotted over, fascinated by the way the little, purple shrooms sprang up yet kept to the formation. She put one paw in the center of the circle, and then leapt in.

 Mrshas hair stood up on her body. She inhaled, and waited. But nothing happened. The Gnoll childughed silently. She rolled around in the grass, and then leapt up. And she knew, knew, that this ce had been meant for her. So she began to run.

 Soft dirt and shade. A mushroom asrge as Mrsha. The soft smell of decay, and life budding again in shadows. A glowing strand of fungus. And under a rock

 Nothing. Mrsha saw no bugs. She should have. Bugs loved to live in ces like this. But the only living thing besides the nts was her. Mrsha ran ahead, and found there was a little path of t stones. Who had made it? Why?

 She followed it. It ran right, sloping upwards. Mrsha raced up,ughing to run freely. She couldnt run in the inn without hitting something! But this

 The white Gnoll crested a bit of earth and stopped. She beheld more of the garden. And she saw at the center of the area, bathed in sunlight, was a teau.

 Filled with flowers. A meadow sprang to life on the upraised dirt in the middle section. Large enough to y in. Not to y baseball, but throw a ball as far as anyone but Relc could. Mrsha saw big flowers blooming, and stalks of wheat, full-grown grass, and no stones or weeds or anything hurtful in sight.

 Her eyes grew round, and then the Gnoll ran joyfully into the meadow. She leapt through the flowers, inhaling a dozen pollens and sneezing gleefully. Mrsha emerged through the other side and looked back. But no butterflies or small animals escaped her rampage.

 That gave her a moments pause. Not seeing any other life was eerie. But she couldnt shake the feeling that she was safe. It was a certainty. And Mrsha saw how every color of flower bloomed. Well, except ck. But it was uncanny to see so many different colors, as if someone had intentionally created the diversity.

 Mrsha trotted over to a lovely pink flower blooming in the grass. She hesitated, then gathered it up, and a few yellow ones, a white one thereshe made a little bouquet. So Lyte would not be mad. Shed be happy to see this ce.

 But where was she? Again, Mrsha looked around. She raced to one edge of the meadow. There! There was the mushroom-spot. And if you circled thedome

 Mrsha stared. Then she abandoned the flowers and raced down the hill. She tripped, tumbled, and nearly fell into the pond.

 It was most definitely a pond. Mrsha caught herself and stared into the clear waters. She sniffed, and tasted experimentally. Good water. Mrsha cupped her paws and drank some. Then she frowned.

 The pond wasnt being fed by anything. It ran up against the wall, and Mrsha, peering in, could see smooth stones making up the base. And a bit of sand. Butshe was no hydrologist, but she understood water had toe from somewhere.

 The white Gnoll peered at the clear pond, and then at the nts growing around herenow, more suited to a swamp orkeside biome. She turned, and raced back up to the central meadow. nts. Which wanted water and sunlight.

 Mrsha looked up at the hole in the roof. And she saw the sky. It shone down, a bright ray of sunlight. She saw blue skies. Clouds. Itlooked like the very same sky as shed seen from Liscor. Then, Mrsha spotted something. She ran left. Noshe ran right. Nearly fell down the small incline again. And then she spotted it.

 Aha! The Gnoll pointed with one paw. There, peeking out if she craned back. A mountain!

 The High Passes. Wherever she was, this dome reflected the sky above Liscor. Which meantMrsha ran back to the pond and sniffed.

 Rainwater, probably. Runoff from the sky. Mrsha nodded to herself. That made sense. Contented, Mrsha ran back a few paces, and then leapt.

 The white Gnoll sshed into the pond and happily swum around. With a breaststroke, rather than a doggy paddle, thank-you-very-much. Who called it that, anyways?

 Erin could be so weird. Mrsha dove, touching the smooth stones at the bottom. She swam around, delighted to do it. No one had let her swim in the rain, and shed missed swimming. ins Gnolls swam all the time in ponds orkes or rivers they came across. Some City Gnolls her age didnt even know how to swim, like Ekirra.

 After a minute or two, Mrsha surfaced. She mbered out of the pond and shook herself. Okay, like a dog. A bit miffed, Mrsha looked back into the pond.

 No fish, either. She was beginning to sense a trend. Huffily, Mrsha ran back up the meadow andy in the sun for a while. It was so pleasant.

 Mrsha might have taken a nap. Just for a bit! Because she woke up when a cloud obstructed the sun for a moment. The white Gnoll got up. And she remembered.

 Lyte was still mad with her. And she was gone from the inn. Vaguely rmed, Mrsha sat up. This ce was doing something to her. Shed forgotten all about Lyte!

 This time Mrsha ran down the hill and back to where the door had been in the soft soil. The stone path even led right up tonothing. Mrsha could see where shed cleared the vines from the wooden wall. But there was no door.

 Frowning, Mrsha sat there and stared at the spot. The door was still gone. But perhaps it woulde if she wanted it to? Mrsha paused.

 Did she want it to? She backed up from the spot a bit nervously. She was going to get scolded. Maybemaybe she should explore a bit more. So Lyte wouldnt be as angry when she came back. Oh! There were still more spots to see! She should explore this entire ce so Lyte and Erin would know what was what when Mrsha got out.

 Mrsha ran off, relieved at this sensible Mrsha-logic. She raced past the pond, doing a circuit rather than climbing higher. Shed spotted a path leading higher, and arge hill running up against the domes side, but she wanted to explore the low ground first. Mrsha ran around the wall

 And entered into a sea of fog. One second, Mrsha was leaving the pond, the nextwhite enshrouded her. Instantly, the Gnoll fled backwards. Wet fog clung to her fur for a second. And then she was back.

 The Gnoll stared ahead. At the base of the hill was a spot enshrouded in fog. Likewell, fog. Cloud, that rolled in when the air was thick with wet. But this was unnatural.

 It was moving. Mrsha backed up as the fog slowly rolled around her. Her fur became wet with dew. Mrsha inhaledyes, fog. It was wetting the grass andMrsha saw as the fog went past her this new spot was dense. Trees sprang up in profusion. Wild sycamores, tall fronds

 A jungle! Mrsha the [Explorer] needed something to hack at the nts with. She looked around and found a stick. Mrsha fought her way into the firstyer of dense vegetation

 And immediately backed out when a burr-bush got her fur. There were dangerous nts here! True, this one was just little seeds, but a put-out Mrsha had to yank the sixteen or so burrs that had got her from a swift encounter. She red at the jungle.

 No thank you! Mrsha ran the other way.

 Through the fog again. It was travelling around the entire ce! Mrsha raced through itwent right into the pond.

 She mbered out, glowering. Well now! She supposed the fog helped keep the ce nice and growing. It went uphill, rather than go near the mushrooms. Because they didnt need as much water? Mrsha went left, declining to run through the fog and hit something.

 The other side of the hill haddryness. Aridnd. Mrsha sensed it was drier here almost immediately; the fog had definitely not done good work. And she stared at a tree blooming in the yellow grass.

 Mrsha had never seen an acacia tree before. The tall, broad canopy was foreign to her. A tree, but different in ways of nuance. If a sycamore was one big base with branches all full of leaves, creating aabushy effect, an acacia was more like a mushroom.

 It let all its green near the top, creating a hat, an umbre to create shade, to allow dew to gather in the mornings. Mrsha stared up at it, and then at the yellow, dry grass.

 What a strange ce! And this treeMrsha spotted browningthings hanging off the branches. She peered up at them. They looked a bit like bean pods, but farrger. Seeds? She nearly climbed the tree, but forewarned with the tropical zone, Mrsha spotted the tiny thorns on the tree.

 So, this ce had some mean nts. Mrsha backed up from the tree. It wasnt overtly hostile; nothing in this area screamed Bloodfields at Mrsha. Certainly, none of the nts were alive like the biting nts with mouths. Some just had thorns, or stupid seeds.

 But it made Mrsha feel like this spot had moods. Dry, shaded, jungle, wet.

 Marsnds, arid, tropical, temperateMrsha turned around. And finally, she got it. She ran back up to the meadow and stared around. This was it.

 The [Garden of Sanctuary]. It had taken Mrsha a while to figure out what it was, but there could be no doubt. Erins Skill had worked. It was just that Mrsha had been the first to find the door in.

 Awed, Mrsha looked around. The garden bloomed about her. Wild nts, blooming in profusion. Different spots, which could host different nts. The Gnoll took all of this in. And then sheughed.

 Mrshaughed. Silently, giggling as she fell onto her back. Of course! The garden! And Erin had thought her Skill was bad. But this!

 This was another world. A safe haven. Mrsha leapt around the meadow, imagining what it could be. You could grow anything here! The Faerie Flowers that Lyte were worried might be stolen could grow here! She could put fish in the pond and Relc could teach her to fish with his spear! Apista would love it here. And maybe a few butterflies? Mrsha could see a few rabbits, birdsunless Bird killed them all.

 And it was safe. The door hade when Mrsha wanted it. Surely, it would let her out again. A safe ce that only Mrsha and her best friends and family could enter. She could run about here forever, with Ekirra, Vismaand no one would ever be able to hurt her.

 It was perfect. Now, twice as excited, Mrsha ran about, sniffing everything. Mushrooms for food! Maybe you could eat some of the stuff in the jungle? Whatwhat if Erin grew Blue Fruit trees here? Oror some of the fruit trees that Mrsha knew about? Shed help! She could grow things because she was a [Druid]!

 Excitedly, Mrsha grabbed her wand and began growing magic grass. It wilted after a little bit of course, but she was overjoyed. She had to show Lyte and Erin! Theyd be so excited

 Maybe theyd forgive her for the cake?

 Mrsha paused. Her face fell.

 Uh oh. Shed forgotten. AndMrsha didnt know how long shed been asleep after her nap, but she had a sinking feeling she was in more trouble. Wasnt that how it worked? Somehow, if you ran away from trouble with adults, you just got into more.

 The Gnolls ears ttened. She looked around. But the door wasnt here. Because Mrsha really didnt want to go back. She knew she had to. But maybe she should wait until it was dark? Pretend she couldnte back, that she was lost here? Maybe if Lyte worried, shed be nicer.

 But she would worry. Mrsha knew that too. Guilt squeezed Mrshas heart. But it was warring with her desire not to be scolded. Mrsha looked around, unhappy. And then she turned and saw the hill.

 It was a tiny hill, but it was thest spot not explored. The central meadow and the stone path sloped up towards it. Thest spot Mrsha hadnt explored. The Gnoll cub hesitated. But then she padded up the steps.

 Just a moment longer before she went to get her punishment. Mrsha walked up the stones neatly set into the earth. And she wonderedwho had made all this? Was it just the product of the Skill? Or had someone designed it?

 She got her answer as she climbed the hill. It was steeper here, although Mrsha doubted you could break anything even if you leapt from this spot. It was Erins [Garden of Sanctuary], after all.

 But there was a stillness up here. As Mrsha reached the crest of the hill, she turned her head. She could see the entire garden below her. It was amanding view, and she would love nothing more than to roll down the hill.

 But not yet. The air was solemn here. Too quiet. Mrshas fur began to stand up. She stared around. The top of the hill could get some light from the hole in the dome. And it felt like a perfect day.

 A single tree bloomed in the middle of grass. Just grass. It was a surreal scene. As if someone had cultivated this space. And then Mrsha saw whaty in front of the tree. And her hair rose even more.

 A bench. It was just a bench. Made of wood and smooth metal. But it was unnatural. Not a nt, not meant to be here. BecauseMrsha felt that someone had to have made it. You couldnt just conjure a bench. Right?

 To begin with, benches were foreign to ins Gnolls. Mrsha approached it, slowly. It sat in the grass, waiting for someone to sit. It was an invention of cities. More at home to Erins world, the idea that you needed something to sit on rather than the ground.

 And indeed, this bench might havee from Erins world. It looked worn, not new and shiny. It smelled like that to Mrsha. As if it had always been here. It even lookedfortable, although Mrsha could see putting a pillow there and napping.

 She ran her paws over the wood. No splinters. Butwhat was the point of this hill? The grass? The bench? The tree? It was a serene sight. But Mrsha felt there was something here.

 Waiting for her. She slowly walked left. And thenit was there. It surely hadnt been a moment ago. Mrsha had seen the entire hill in a moment. But like the door, it was suddenly present. And Mrsha spotted it.

 A table. Like the bench, it was familiar. Wooden. Worn. But suddenlyhere. Without exnation. And the bench was gone. But that wasnt what held Mrshas gaze. It wasnt what stopped her. Stopped her cold, and made her heart freeze.

 The table waited. And something sat there, at it. Mrsha froze.

 She stopped and stared up. At what was waiting there. As if it had been there forever, waiting for her. And Mrsha knew the truth of what the [Garden of Sanctuary] held. She stared for a second. A minute. Longer. And then the Gnoll child turned.

 She ran away, crying. Mrsha tumbled down the hill, raced through the valley of flowers. Down, the little stone walkway. The door was waiting for her. She flung it open, raced through.

 but I dont know how to activate the garden! I thought I needed a garden

 Erin Solstice was arguing with Grimalkin and Chaldion in themon room of the inn. Mrsha raced through the door and nearly smacked into her legs. The Gnoll stopped herself.

 For a moment no one registered Mrsha. Heads turned. Everyone stared. Then someone shouted.

 Mrsha!

 Lyte grabbed for Mrsha. She swung the Gnoll up.

 Mrsha!

 What the

 Grimalkin jumped. The [Sinew Magus] looked more spooked by Mrshas reappearance than Erin could ever remember seeing him. Mrsha had appeared out of nowhere! But Erin was already hugging Mrsha.

 Where were you?

 The little white Gnoll had tears in her eyes. But she was more confused by the exmations than anything else. Lyte squeezed, looking frantic.

 Where in the world?

 I didnt see here in! How did she

 Grimalkin spun, staring for the point where Mrsha had entered from. But there was only nk wall, next to the bar. He turned back as a crowd engulfed Mrsha.

 Shes alright!

 Is she hurt? Shes crying

 She smells like

 Everyone back! Give her some room!

 Relc eximed, pulling people out of the way. Bewildered, crying for different reasons, Mrsha saw all the adults crowding around her. Lyte was tearfnd Mrsha, seeing everyones worried faces, realized how long shed been away.

 I was soso afraid

 Lytes eyes were flowing. And Mrsha began to cry again as well, not even knowing fully why, only that Lyte was sad. She hugged Lyte, trying to apologize silently. Grimalkin looked about, opened his mouth as he reached for Erins shoulder, and Saliss nudged him.

 The [Sinew Magus] blinked, and fell silent. He let the [Innkeeper] hug Mrsha without interruption. Drassi rushed out of the room to find all the other searchers, and so did Palt and a few more.

 It took a long time for everything to settle back down into normalcy. Exnations had to be given. Some people had still been looking, like the Halfseekers, and they had toe back and see Mrsha was well.

 The little Gnoll was much chastised. She shrank down as she saw all the worried people who had to hug her. Lyte nearly scolded heruntil she saw how guilty Mrsha was.

 And then they finally had to ask where Mrsha had gone. Grimalkin was the first to point it out. He looked around the crowded room, filled with all of Erins friends and acquaintances whode for her. For Mrsha.

 Selys, Krshia, Olesm, Klbkch, Relc, Zevara, Krshia, Elirr, Palt, Montressa, Beza, Chaldion, Saliss, Jqua, Moore, Seborn, Birdand the Antinium were missing since Klbkch had forbidden them from leaving the Hive. Octavia and Numbtongue were presumably in Celum, and people like Rufelt, Lasica, and Bevussas team and so on werent here. Or the Horns, or

 But there were so many. An [Innkeeper]s strength was in her friends. And theyde, at her call. Even him. Grimalkin paused. Then, he interrupted Lyte, still holding Mrsha as if to never let go.

 Where did she go? And where did shee from?

 Thats right. Mrsha, honey, where were you? We were so worried! Didnt you hear us? How did you get past the Workers? Did you jump out the window?

 Lyte was caught between being angry and gentle. Mrsha shrank, flinching at all the stares. Apista flew possessively over Mrshas head. Erin shielded Mrsha from some of the looks.

 No ones angry, Mrsha. We were just worried. You were gone for two hours, but were all happy youre back. But wed like to know. Were not angry, right?

 She turned her head. Everyone nodded hurriedly. Grimalkin uncrossed his arms as Saliss nudged him again.

 You are not good with children, are you?

 Whats that got to do with my work?

 Grimalkin glowered at the [Alchemist]. He tried to smile at Mrsha. The Gnoll hid her face in Lytes chest. The [Princess] glowered at Grimalkin.

 Maybe turn around.

 The Named Adventurer suggested cheerfully. Grimalkin blew out his cheeks.

 Let me try.

 Palt clicked his fingers. Mrsha looked up to see a happy, smiling crowd around her. The [Illusionist]s spell even turned Grimalkin happy.

 Affronted, the [Sinew Magus] immediately dispelled the magic.

 May we stop with the tricks? Where did shee from? I have excellent awareness, but she snuck up on me. Even most [Rogues] cant do that.

 He nodded at Seborn. The Drowned Man raised an eyebrow and Jqua patted his shoulder.

 You can tryter, Seborn.

 Mrsha? Can you tell us where you were? Were not mad.

 Lyte whispered to Mrsha. The Gnoll nodded, wiping her eyes on the handkerchief Apista flew towards her. She immediately began signing with her paws.

 What? What is she doing?

 Chaldion wasnt in the know about Mrsha. He stared at the Gnoll child.

 I think shes mute.

 What? That cute little Gnoll? I thought she was shy!

 Palt stared, nearly dropping his cigar hed lit up in relief. Beza pped his side.

 Dont be an ass

 I didnt know! Hows she supposed to tell us

 Shut up!

 Across the room, Watch Captain Zevara was standing with Relc and Klbkch. She was a bit out of ce, but shede when Drassi had told her. The Watch Captain wasnt a huge friend of the inn, but every instinct told her she should know what new mischief was brewing now. But her eyes were locked on Grand Strategist Chaldion of Pass and Saliss of Lights. Even the Halfseekers were sneaking looks at them.

 Guardsman Relc?

 Yes, Captain Z?

 Zevara ignored that.

 Why are three of Pass biggest names in this inn? Klbkch?

 The Antinium shrugged. He was eying Chaldion too. Relc scratched at his neck spines.

 Dunno, Captain. They were here when we showed up. We were pursuing the Bearw leadsomeones watching her, right?

 Another Senior Guards pairing. So are they here to payErin Solstice a visit?

 Looks like it.

 Zevara gulped. She looked at Erin and Lyte. The young woman was frowning.

 Wait, you were afraid, I got that. Lyte wasnt really mad, Mrsha. But go back. You did what?

 The little Gnolls personal signnguage wasnt by any meansplete yet. She mimed moving with her paws, rotating them around. Then pointed at the door.

 You movedthrough a door?

 Nod, nod. Mrsha then pointed at Erin. Everyone looked at Erin. Lyte frowned.

 Mrsha, what do you mean? Erin? Erins door? You moved through Erins door?

 Another nod. Mrsha impatiently waved her paw at Erin. The slow adults took a moment.

 Psst. The [Garden of Sanctuary]. I knew it.

 Saliss stage-whispered. Grimalkins head turned and Chaldions eyes narrowed. Erin started.

 It was that? But how?

 Mrsha, can you show us? There was no door when I entered the room. Just the window.

 Lyte was pointing towards the stairs. She nearly carried Mrsha up there, but the Gnoll began squirming. She fought her way out of Lytes grasp andnded on the floor. Then, Mrsha looked around. She seemed to be looking for something.

 Wheres the door, Mrsha?

 Its probably invisible.

 Palt frowned, smoking hard as he peered around the room. Grimalkin and some of the other [Mages] were casting simr spells and looking around. Saliss rolled his eyes.

 No. Its probablyaha!

 He pointed. Everyone turned. Zevara leapt back with an oath. A door had appeared right behind her! It was set into the wall, next to one of the unlit fireces. And it had not been there a moment ago.

 What in the name of scales

 Selys jaw dropped. Bird peered excitedly over her shoulder.

 That is a door. It was not there before. I remember it not being.

 Everyone clustered around, eximing. Mrsha proudly marched up to the door and pointed. Lyte stared at Erin. The [Innkeeper] was ck-jawed, as taken aback as anyone.

 But how?

 A magic door! Its like one of those doors at Wistram. Montressa, Beza, remember?

 Palt dropped his cigar in excitement. Montressas eyes were bulging. Beza was aghast.

 It cant be! You cant justthats a Skill? Wistram Academy is ancient! This [Innkeeper] has two magic doors?

 Its not the door. Its the room. Isnt it, Saliss? Whats the [Innkeeper]s Skill?

 [Garden of Sanctuary]. And I didnt put it together that much earlier, oh, wise and mighty Chaldion. But it was fun waiting for the reveal, wasnt it?

 The [Alchemist] grinned at Chaldion. Erins head turned for a second and she looked at Saliss. Hed known? She was going to remember that! But everyone was staring at the door.

 You just saw it, Mrsha? Why?

 Relc was pulling at the door, and swearing. It wasnt opening for him. Mrsha was nodding, trying to exin.

 You were worried? Oh, Mrsha. I wasnt that mad. It was only a cake! Erin can make another! You were only naughty for trying to get some frosting! That was what it was, wasnt it? You silly littleand this appeared?

 The [Princess] hugged Mrsha again. Abashed, Mrsha nodded. Relc red at the door.

 I cant get it open! Klb, help me out.

 The Antinium grabbed the door handle. He and Relc both pulled, but the door refused to open. They stared at Mrsha. She stared back. That hadnt happened with her.

 It must not open unless youre in trouble?

 Moore delicately pulled at the door as the two [Senior Guardsmen] stood back. He couldnt budge it either. Palt was nodding.

 A secret door that only appears with certain conditions. Wistram has a few. Obnoxious. Theres one that only appears when both moons are fullyou can get locked inside and that is how some students die

 Its a magic safe room. Handy for this inn. Let me try to get in.

 Seborn appeared by the door. He was inspecting it with some of the [Mages]. Everyone else was looking at Erin.

 Shed been quiet in the face of the sudden door. But not still. Erin wasvibrating. Now, it burst out of her. She threw up her hands, startling the heck out of everyone around her.

 The Room of Requirement! Im Hogwarts!

 What?

 Selys stared at Erin. Chaldion made a little notehe had a quill and ink out. Erin waved her hands, trying to exin.

 Its awesome! I have a secret garden? Howe I didnt see it? Does it only appear when you want it? Or maybe if youre in danger

 Mrsha clearly summoned it because she knew it was there. It must have appeared due to her stress. But its not opening. Maybe if Mrsha tries to open it again?

 Montressas posttion was correct. The others stood back as Mrsha walked up to the door. She stood on two legs and pulled it open. The door swung open as easily as anything.

 What? But I pulled on it!

 Relc was outraged. He ran for the door as Erin stared inside

 And the door closed. Relc mmed into the door. Mrsha, already inside, stared back in rm. She pushed the door open and saw Relc recoiling and swearing.

 What the

 Zevara instinctively reached for Mrsha through the open door. But as her w tried to touch the Gnoll, the Gnoll vanished. Solid wood appeared.

 Mrsha!

 The door was still there. And as soon as Zevara snatched her w back, the Gnoll reappeared, looking very rmed. Lyte rushed forwards. She had no problem opening the door and holding Mrsha.

 Aha. Definitely a trick.

 Palt nodded to himself. He stared at Erin. The [Innkeeper] looked around.

 What, me?

 Its your door. I think no one gets in except the ones you allow.

 Not even me, Erin.

 Selys, put out, was trying the door, but it wouldnt budge. She looked at Erin. No one could open the door. Not Drassi, Ishkr, Krshiathe door swung open as Lyte stared at them.

 Whats the matter?

 No one can use Erins door but you two.

 Moore gave Erin a hurt look. The [Innkeeper] turned red.

 But I didnt know it even existed! I didnt block anyone

 Then it must be set to the people you really trust.

 Montressa looked at Mrsha and Lyte. Erin paused.

 Oh. In that caseone second, Lyte?

 She reached for the door and closed it in Lytes face. Then, Erin turned.

 Bird? Open the door.

 Everyone turned. Bird, who had been watching with interest, trotted over. He put one hand on the door and swung it open. Very pleased, the Worker waved at Lyte and Mrsha and then turned.

 Yay. I am family.

 Klbkchs head swiveled. Erin smiled at Bird. Then she looked around.

 I think Numbtongue could do this if he were here. Which reminds meCelum

 She nearly backed up, but half a dozen hands pulled her back.

 Hes fine! Probably! Can you let us in, Erin?

 Um

 Just wish it. I bet you can change whos allowed in versus who can open the door too.

 Saliss slyly gyrated over to Erins left. Zevara and Selys backed up fast. They were also not used to a nude Drake. Erin looked at Saliss.

 Just

 Dont take too long. Let me in. You know whos allowed in already, and who can open the door.

 Oh.

 Erin closed her eyes. When she opened them, Saliss reached for the door. It was still ajar, but the Drake still put his hand on the doorknob. He pulled, and nothing happened. He sighed, giving Erin a betrayed look. Then he sauntered on through the doorway.

 Well, at least you trust me enough to let me in.

 Hey!

 Lyte backed up from Saliss, covering Mrshas eyes. She red as the Drake, delighted, leapt about.

 What a wonderful ce! Whats that? Mushrooms! Dont mind if I do!

 He ran off. The others in the inn immediately tried to copy Saliss. Zevara, grunting, found she couldnt move the door an inch. She gave Erin a cool, unsurprised look, and marched through.

 It was going to be a test of friendship. Erin hadnt concentrated on individual faces. Like Saliss had said, she knew. Palt, Montressa, and Beza all couldnt move the door. Only Palt was disappointed, but they could all go through.

 ActuallyMontressa and Beza mmed into the wall, but Erin let them in after they looked truly hurt. And most of the others could enter.

 Selys, Krshia, Elirr, the Halfseekers but for Ulindeall of them could enter and use the door. The Selphid was allowed in, but not with ess to the door. Neither was Grimalkin or Chaldion.

 The true surprise was Klbkch, Olesm, and Relc. Olesm and Klbkch couldnt open the door. They looked at Erin. And Klbkchs face was nk. But Olesms wasErin looked at him.

 Im sorry.

 Was it Bird? And for Olesm, was itLism? His distrust of the Antinium? Erin had no answer. Silently, the Drake [Strategist] walked through the door, head bowed. Erin looked at the door of the [Garden of Sanctuary]. It was telling her more about herself than even she knew.

 Relc wasst, of all people. Hed hung back. And now, he put one w on the doors edge. He hesitated. And pulled.

 The door swung open easily. Relc turned to look at Erin. She blinked at him, and then smiled. The Drakes eyes widened. He opened his mouth to crow at Klbkch and Olesms backs

 And then he stopped. Relc closed his mouth, and looked at Erin. He ducked his head and entered the garden silently. But he looked happier than Erin could remember seeing him in a while. Erin Solstice stared at the door to the [Garden of Sanctuary]. She heard voices from within, exmations. But she herself hadnt stepped into the doorway.

 Mrsha had been afraid. In tears. There was something in the garden. She hadnt been able to tell the others what. It was hers. But Erinhesitated. Then she put her hand on the door, opened it, and walked forwards.

 -

 Erins friends and acquaintances stood in the [Garden of Sanctuary] and stared. They stared at the nts, the different sections of the garden. And at Erin.

 The [Innkeeper] stared around as well. The [Garden of Sanctuary] wasnt a massive ce, but it easily held everyone whode through. Indeed, it was bigger than the [Grand Theatre] which a few visitors had entered, bemused by the total absence of anyone in the inn.

 Sunlight shone down from above. And the meadow wasrge enough for Mrsha, Jqua, and Relc to run about in. Selys had given up and was lying in the bed of flowers, staring up at the sky.

 Incredible. Magical fog. Ive seen simr effects. But this is a lesser [Gardener]s Skill right here.

 Grimalkin, and the Wistram [Mages] were stalking the fog rolling across one section of the garden. Krshia and Elirr were sniffing the acacia tree.

 Chandrarian.

 Chaldion poked at the grass with his walking stick. He looked up, narrowing his eyes at the center of the dome.

 Thats Liscors skies. Does that mean this ce is in the inn? Could that be a weak point?

 Zevara frowned up at the opening in the ceiling. Olesm shrugged.

 Maybe. Its high up, buthello? Can I get some help climbing up there?

 Let me.

 Moore walked over. He and Seborn had been inspecting the pond. The [Green Mage] tapped the ground.

 [Earthen Spire].

 A spire of stone rose under Zevara and Olesms feet. They slowly rose upwards, towards the hole in the ceiling.

 Hey! Dont ruin my new garden!

 Erin shouted at Moore. The half-Giant looked abashed.

 Dont worry, Miss Solstice. Ill return it to normal. But they wanted

 Everyone looked up as Zevara and Olesm, perching carefully on the stone spire, reached the top of the dome. Zevara waved at Moore and bellowed.

 Keep it steady!

 She reached up, pulling herself over the edge as Olesm held her steady, reaching up to see whaty beyond the dome

 And vanished. Moores eyes widened with rm. Erin shouted in panicand then paused.

 Wait a second! Theyre on

 Zevara and Olesm blinked as they found themselves on the roof of the inn. Olesm was clutching Zevaras legs and she stared about. A group of Antinium Workers stared at the two Drakes, whod appeared out of nowhere.

 Well, that settles that. Its a secret room. Lets in sunlight, probably rainbut you cant enter it any other way. It would be silly to have a weak spot like that.

 When Zevara and Olesm returned, Palt nodded wisely. Some of the others hade back too. Lyte had pursued Saliss about the garden and Klbkch was covered in nt matter.

 The tropical area contains a number of nts indigenous to Baleros, but nothing harmful. Some thorns in nts, but nothing magical or dangerous.

 The Antinium Revntor sheathed his des. Saliss had a basket.

 And Ive found a lot of mundane nts! I suppose it was too much to ask for something crazy. But this is nearly as good as a smaller garden in Oteslia! Lots of good stuff to eat!

 He was chewing on a mushroom. Grimalkin slowly nodded.

 A useful Skill. Ive checked the entirety of the garden. Lets appraise how strong that door is, shall we? The garden is clearly a secondary effect to the sanctuary aspect for now. It has potential, as a sealed roomId have preferred a training area, but perhaps it can be converted

 He marched out. Erin, bemused, saw the others leaving too, having had their fill for a moment. She stared at Mrsha and Lyte, Bird, Relc, and a few others.

 Didnt he see it?

 Erin pointed up at the hill. Grimalkin and the others had never gone up there. But Relc, Selys, Krshiathose who remained could see it. Mrsha clung to Lytes legs. She pointed up at the hill, remembering. And her paw shook.

 The others looked at each other. Bird, Selys, Relc, Erin, Lyte, Mrsha, Krshia, Elirrthe Halfseekers had gone with Ulinde, keeping up the ruse. Slowly, Erin nodded.

 Show us, Mrsha.

 They walked up to the meadow, and higher. Erin saw the hill, and the tree. A lovely tree, sitting in the grass. But she didnt see the bench, as Mrsha had at first.

 Instead, the table was waiting. And it was there. Erin froze. Lyte stared, and dropped Mrsha. The Gnoll slid down and looked. Elirr recoiled, and Bird and Relc stopped.

 Krshia had frozen. Slowly, Erin looked at her. And then Mrsha. And then she saw the others. They appeared, when you thought of them. They were always there, waiting for you.

 Mrsha had seen one. But now, with the presence of others, with Erin, more were there. On that hill, waiting.

 Erin Solstice had been amazed at her garden. She had taken in the wonder of this separate world, been excited and awed at the possibilities. Grateful, relieved at what her Skill might mean. Impressed at the power she had been given.

 But she stared at this. And Erin Solstice only now took in the true meaning of her [Garden of Sanctuary].

 Mrsha stared up at Erin. It was just a room. Grimalkin had been impressed, up to a point. But he had regarded the garden as no more impressive than a miniature world, like the ones he could make. The strength of it might have been beyond him, as he was finding, but he had not been impressed with the basic nature of it.

 And yetthis Skill, this garden had been built of her. Erin. Shyly, Mrsha looked up at Erin. Shyly, with a bit of wonder. Because for the first time, she sensed something of what Erin hid. More than simple power.

 Erin stared at what sat at the wooden table. Krshia was shaking. And Erins eyes filled with tears. She bawled, then. Wept.

 Because there it was. Waiting for her.

 The gardens secret, a reflection of her heart.

 Proof, that she had never truly forgotten.

 Statues.

 A wooden table sat in the grass. And some chairs. It was a round table, like the one that Erins old inn had held. The exact replica of one. But it was not unupied.

 Someone sat at the table. A Gnoll. He was young, but strong. And his fur seemed to move in the wind. But it was just a statue. Carved of stone, but capturing every detail of him as he had lived. The little Gnoll approached him.

 Brunkr stared down at Mrsha with a pleased smile on his face. He sat, on a seat made of wood, captured forever as he experienced his first bite of cake. Mrsha remembered that moment. She reached for him, touched his paw.

 Cool stone. It was just a statue. A memory. But it existed. It washers. Erin cried. And Krshia looked down at her nephew.

 Brunkr.

 She slowly sat, pulling out a chair. Speechless. Looking at him. Mrsha wiped at her eyes. She was crying again. But he was smiling.

 Then, Mrsha looked around and stopped. There was something else in the grass. A ring of statues. She stared. More statues, more faces ofof the dead.

 But they had not been there when she left. Mrsha tried to tell Erin and the others that. The Antinium statues were new. But no one was listening.

 They were all lost. Lost, in a memory. Relc leaned on his spear as he watched Bird walk forwards. The Antinium stared at the statues, nearly two-dozen in total.

 They stood in a circle, facing outwards. The chess club. Workers who had died against the undead, fighting Skinner. Erin looked at them.

 Knight.

 There was no difference in their figures. No difference at all, but they were different. Erin went over to one. She stared at him, at the stone which made up his body. As true to her memory as

 There were only four gaps in the circle. Bird stood in one of them. He turned his head.

 I belong here.

 That was all he said. The Worker stood still, looking left and right. The Workers stood, their backs to the empty center. Erin belonged there, on a night from hell.

 Oh.

 Selys was sitting in the grass. She stared at a groupughing at a table. A group of adventurers. Laughing, sitting in a circle with two gaps.

 The Horns of Hammerad were looking at their leader. But he was gone. Gerial was busy trying to drink from a mug as he looked sideways. But Ceria Springwalker was missing. Yet, it was them.

 Memory. But unlike fire, the statues were still. And Erins head was nk. She looked at Krshia. The Gnoll was leaning against her nephew.

 Relc and Elirr had left. They knew no one among the statues. Not as well as the others. Bird just stood with the other Workers, staring ahead. The hilltop was silent.

 Ulrien stood alone, greatsword in hand. Mrsha looked up at him and then hid in Lytes arms. The [Princess] stared at another statue. A Drake, who stood in the silence. A [General] who had broken the tide itself.

 Zel Shivertail. Lyte wept. Selys stopped, as still as time. Erin looked at him. She turned her head.

 She saw so many statues. Her friends had only a few they could name. But Erin Solstice saw them all. Goblins, Antinium. People. Each one in vivid detail.

 It hurt. More than anything. But it was also a relief. Because it was proof that she had known them. That they had mattered. Lyte gathered up Mrsha and hugged her.

 Krshia hadnt moved. Neither had Bird. He stood, as still as the statues. When Erin came over to him, he shook his head.

 I will stay here, please. Just for a while.

 He stared at the others. Bishop, Emanuel, Milner-Barryall the others, who had named themselves after chess yers from Erins world, or pieces. Bird spoke slowly.

 Pawn should see this. And Anand, and Garry, and Belgrade. They must see it, I think. It will make them sad. And happy.

 Erin couldnt bear it. She went over to the Worker as he stood with his friends.

 Im so sorry

 She hugged him, tears running down her face. One of Birds arms gently touched Erins back.

 We will protect you until the end. Did you not hear us the first time?

 She looked up at him. Bird stood among the others. And he seemed taller than they were. Time had stopped for them. This was but a memory. But from them he hade. And all that Bird was came from this moment. He turned his head up.

 This is a nice ce for them to sleep. Better than Pawns heaven.

 Erin Solstice left. She walked across the hill.

 A nameless Worker sat at a chess table, waiting for her to y. She sat by his table, and remembered. And when she left, in time, with all the others, he remained.

 Safe. In a ce without harm. A promise as strong as her Skill.

 Mrsha left Brunkr behind. Krshia was just sitting there. Elirr murmured to Mrsha as Relc stared from the base of the hill.

 Ill stay. You go.

 The little Gnoll went down the hill andy in the meadow with flowers. In time, the others came down. Some had cried. Some, like Bird had no tears. But they were not broken by what they had seen. If anythingMrsha looked at Erin and thought she looked stronger. As if you could throw a mountain at her. And it wouldnt crush her, because shed lived through worse.

 Even my Skill are jerks to me.

 Erin smiled and wiped her eyes. But she was smiling. And there it was. A hilltop, waiting for anyone who wanted to rest there a while. Mrsha didnt know if she could bear seeing Brunkr again. Perhaps, the next time she went up there, it would just be the bench. But hed be waiting, for whenever she wanted to see him.

 Mrsha had not seen the other faces precious to her. She longed for just a picture of Urkshs face. Of all the others in the Stone Spears tribe. But this was Erins ce. And despite her tears, Mrsha was jealous of her. Just a tiny bit.

 For the proof of her feelings. But that was the power of her Skill. And the kind of person Erin was.

 Mrsha wanted to level up.

 -

 The others hadnt noticed the interlude without Erin and the others. Perhaps they guessed, on seeing red eyes. But no one would talk about it. And the others had been busy.

 What have you done to my inn?

 Erin stared down at the scorched wood around the door. Montressa blushed.

 Just some unlocking spellssorry, its not permanent.

 The door vanishes if we dont look at it. Only someone who can open the door can bring it back. And it can appear wherever theres space.

 Olesm was making his own set of notes. Palt and Grimalkin were still trying to magically unlock the door.

 Its not going to work. Its a Skill. Youre using magic on something that doesnt answer to you. You cant force it!

 Saliss danced around the two. Grimalkin looked sourly at the shut door.

 Lets find out if thats true.

 He put one hand on the doorknob. Erin blinked at him. The [Sinew Magus] heaved, but the door didnt move.

 Told you. I couldnt get it open with Klbkch. Youre not gonna get it open, Grimalkin.

 Relc advised the Drake. Grimalkin ignored him. The [Sinew Magus] changed his leverage, put both hands on the doorknob and heaved.

 Grimalkins muscles bulged. His eyes opened wide. Mrsha saw the magic burning bright in him. Brighter than anyone, even Pisces, or Moore, or the others.

 The door refused to budge. Grimalkin growled. And then he gave up. Panting a bit, he stared at the door. After a second, Mrsha padded over. The door was actually slightly ajar. She nudged it open with her head.

 No one else spoke. Laughter would have been a bit cruel. Grimalkin turned around.

 So it wont open. How sturdy is it?

 Let me try.

 Relc rubbed his ws. He could open the door, but as Mrsha scampered back, he took a run up and leapt.

 [Relc Kick]! Ow!

 He hit the door like an avnche, but nothing happened. Rubbing his foot and swearing, Relc motioned.

 Anyone else want a try? Hold onmy spear! Ill poke it!

 He raced off. Saliss brightened.

 You mean, we can take turns trying to destroy the door? Is there a prize if we seed?

 No need. Im going to test the limits on this Skill.

 Grimalkin stepped up again. He looked annoyed. Relc halted as the [Sinew Magus] lowered his center of gravity and red at the door. He made one fist at his waist.

 [Bound Spell: Siege Fireball]. [Smanders Skin]. [Lions Strength]. [Dual Binding: Valmiras Comet]. [Haste]. [Thunder Step].

 Whoa! Whoa, whoa whoa

 Relc backed up fast. Everyone else did likewise. Erin shouted at Grimalkin.

 Hey! Thats my door youre punching! What if you go through a wall?

 We just renovated! Magus Grimalkinthe walls not that strong!

 Lyte was also shouting at Grimalkin from a safe distance. The Drake turned his head.

 Illpensate you for all damages. Put up a barrier, Mage Montressa.

 But

 Toote. Grimalkin was very angry. Mrsha hid behind Moore as the Drake took one breath. He narrowed his eyes, stepped in, and punched the center of the door.

 Multiple spells activated at once. Mrsha saw Grimalkin zoom forwards, and heard an explosion as his kick-off actually cracked the floorboards. She saw a bloom of fire, blocked by one of Montressas shields. At the same time, the force of the fireball and the other spell created a shockwave that tore up the floorboards around the door.

 And the door itself? Grimalkin hit it with a blow stronger than the one that had made the Wyvern Lord back up.

 The entire inn shook. Erin staggeredeveryone stumbled, but she reeled for one moment. She fell down as Klbkch and Olesm caught her.

 Ooh.

 The floor!

 Lyte cried out. Grimalkin appeared in a cloud of smoke. He stepped backand his face was beyond sour.

 The door had vanished sometime after the punch and the cloud of smoke. And beyond it

 The wall wasnt even damaged. Grimalkin stared down at the knuckles of his fist. Hed split and burned his scales from the impact. Hed done more damage to the floorboards. The [Sinew Magus] stomped away from the spot hed hit.

 Clearly the Skill is tied to the structure of the inn. In theory, I could break it. Ill pay for the floorboards. Grand Strategist, your thoughts?

 He stared at Chaldion. The old Drake was rubbing at his earholes.

 My eardrums hurt. Magus, a silencing spell would have not gone amiss.

 The old [Strategist] sighed. Then he looked at Erin.

 That defense isSaliss, what level is she?

 Everyone looked at the Named Adventurer. Saliss paused innocently.

 Who, me? Why would I know something like that?

 Chaldions eyes narrowed. Saliss looked at Erin.

 Did you know you can use a spell called [Appraisal] and read someones level and Skills?

 Huh? But waithey! Hold on, isnt that private?

 Erins eyes went round. Beza, Grimalkin, and Palt all stared at Erin. All three [Mages] began mutteringBezale went for a scroll. Chaldion was reaching for another eye.

 Saliss was faster. He already had something in his ws. Now, he threw it at Erin.

 Its dangerous to walk around with clothes. Take this!

 Erin caught a ring. It was a ruby mixed with what looked like goldor what people thought gold should look like. A ck, faintly luminescent sigil had been traced in the center, where a gemstone might go. It looked like a crossed-out eye, stylized. Erin saw the other [Mages] casting and slipped it on her finger, next to Ilvriss ring.

 Ancestors damn it, Saliss!

 Grimalkin roared in outrage. Chaldion stared at Erin, his fake eye shining, and then rounded on the [Alchemist].

 Miss Solstice, if youd take off that ring for one moment. Or tell us

 Hey! My Skills are mine! Dont peek!

 Erin protectively covered her body, as if that was what Palt and the others were looking at. Chaldion had stepped over to Saliss. He poked his cane at Saliss.

 Tell us what you read. This is not a game, you insubordinate child.

 Beat me in a dance-off and Ill tell you. Anyways, why didnt any of you try that earlier? Seems like you underestimated Miss Erin. What a blunder for Pass Grand Strategist!

 The Drakes face was incredibly smug. Erin was staring at her ring.

 Wait. Is this expensive?

 Nah, nah. Wait, I mean, a bit. Truegold and ruby. Now I dont have one!

 Chaldion immediately focused on Saliss. The Drake put on a duplicate of the ring hed given Erin.

 Just kidding! Spares!

 The [Grand Strategist] tapped his cane twice, and then shed at Saliss legs. Erin saw the glowing magical spear at the tip of the cane, but Saliss dodged it.

 Violence against a citizen of Pass! Help! Wheres the Watch?

 He fled,ughing his tail off. Chaldion red after him. He turned to Erin.

 You wouldnt care to tell us what Skills you have, Miss Solstice? Or what level?

 Everyone was looking at Erin now. She blushed.

 What? Nah, its nothing big

 Chaldion stared pointedly at the wall Grimalkin had failed to damage. Erin hesitated.

 Its my Skills. Hey, Saliss! I dont owe you anything for the ring, do I?

 The [Alchemist] poked his head out from behind Moore. The half-Giant was gently swatting, trying to make Saliss stop circling him, but the Drake was too nimble. Saliss eyed Erin.

 Can I have one of the flowers Xif keeps bragging about?

 Erin hesitated.

 No?

 She expected Saliss to haggle or use a Skill, but the Named Adventurer just shrugged.

 Fine. Well call it even for the magic fire. Its still burning, by the way. Bit expensive to upkeep, but its worth it. Can I have some blue fire too?

 Wait, you still have that?

 Sure do. About the depressing mes? No?

 Erin looked around. Grimalkin was shaking his head.

 I heard rumors, but this is incredible. Has he always been like that?

 He looked at Chaldion. The [Grand Strategist] looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

 He revels in it. Ignore him and hell leave. Liscor may well have to suffer him,e to that.

 The look he gave Zevara was sympathetic. The Watch Captain paled as Saliss walked over and grinned at her.

 So, whats thew on nudity in Liscor?

 Erin Solstice decided to ignore Saliss. She looked around

 And the door to the [Garden of Sanctuary] was there. Closer to her, next to the kitchens door. It could be anywhere.

 Its powerful, but localized to your inn. And what good is a door in a sudden attack? Against the Crelers it would have helped, but its situational. For the durability, Ill give it close to a perfect grade. For your levelperhaps not. There are other Skills.

 Grimalkin folded his arms. Hed cooled down a bit. Erin looked at him.

 There are better Skills?

 For a capstone level? Yes. If youd care to furnish me with a list of your Skills and your exact ss and levelwhich is probably Level 40Id be able to evaluate your efficiency. You have a mixed bag of Skills, owing to your own interests and focuses. However, as an [Innkeeper] youck a lot of more widely applicable Skills in favor of unique ones.

 The muscr Drake sighed. He looked at the magic door.

 Ive heard of people gaining one powerful Skill at a capstone levelor as many as six more mundane ones. It does depend on chance, as much as intent. But I think theres someone you should meet to understand what youck in your ss.

 Who?

 Pass best [Innkeeper]. He runs The Nobles Fancy. 2nd Floor, so youve likely never seen him. Ill write you a letter of introduction. He might inform your weaknesses.

 Grimalkin nodded at the door again. Erin frowned at him.

 I think its a great Skill. Its the one I wanted.

 But can it protect anyone? If you need to open it, if you need to be conscious of the danger

 Olesm was frowning, seeing the same problem. Erin looked at him. And then at her door. And she had a thought.

 Maybe theres more you dont know. More no one knows. Maybe itll get stronger. I didnt use to be able to find people with my other Skill

 She saw Chaldion poised to take a note and sighed.

 But I think its more than just a door. Look.

 She walked backwards towards a wall. The door had vanished. Erin spread her arms. And the room watched. Erin smiled. She concentrated. Took a step backwards.

 And the garden was there. The door swung closed as the others stared. Erin looked around the grassy hill. She turned.

 Kitchen.

 The door swung open. And Erin Solstice walked out of her kitchen. Seborn jumped as he leaned against the doorframe. He stared at her.

 Its based off my magical door. Maybeif I didnt have the magic door, Id never have gotten this Skill.

 Erin looked back at the gardens door as it swung closed. She looked around themon room.

 Grimalkin and Olesm were staring. Theyd gone speechless for a moment. Erin looked at Mrsha. The little Gnoll looked delighted at the possibilities. But everyone else was speechless. And Erin realized she might have overyed her hand. Shed shown them what Mrsha had seen. A glimpse of power. The [Innkeeper] hesitated. She spread her arms.

 Do you know what this means? I can go to the bathroom without having to walk downstairs.

 She smiled. No oneughed. They looked at her, and Erin let her arms hang loose. She sighed. And then she looked around.

 Lyte? Mrsha? Those jerks are still boycotting us in Celum. Im gonna go shout at them. Lets go find Numbtongue. Hell be safer here.

 She reached out. Mrsha ran over and grabbed Erins hand. The [Innkeeper] smiled as she held Mrshas paw. And the little Gnoll knew shed be safe here. From the Raskghar, from Facestealer. From anyone.

 It was a small, but blessed thing. As the guests of Erins inn marveled, or wondered, a little bee flew through an open doorway upstairs. Into a garden. And she was happy.

 Because there were lots of flowers.

 -

 This was what happened to Numbtongue. At the same time as Erin and Lyte were searching for Mrsha, hed gone to Octavias shop in Celum. His conclusion, founded off Pyrites intellect, had told him it was a likely ce for Mrsha to be.

 He was of course, wrong. And at that moment, the Watch had surrounded the [Alchemist]s shop to confiscate the magical door. That was a separate matter, but the Hobgoblin did not, as a rule of thumb, like Humans with weapons.

 So hed fled. Octavias shop had a backdoor, because what self-respecting [Alchemist] didnt have a second bolt-hole to flee an explosionor a mob angry about said explosion? The Hobgoblin had raced out into the street ahead of Celums Watch surrounding the shop.

 Humans had screamed or fled of course, but theyd heard of a Hobgoblin so he didnt get too much of a stir after his initial appearance. The [Bard] had hurried away for a ce to hide, or at least figure out what was going on before making a move

 And hed run into the [Farmer].

 -

 The [Farmer] was a bit of a thug. He had scars, a very lewd tattoo over one arm, and more on his chest and other spots. However, in deference to Celum and the sensibilities of others, hed chosen a long-sleeved tunic as he drove his wares to market earlier this morning.

 He had a rather nice wagon. Not a huge one; it didnt need to be. Arge bag of holding at his side was doing as much work as the wagon itself, but bags of holding had limits, so a lot of mundane produce was piled up in the back under a tarp. The two draft horses were carrying the wagon through Celums gates.

 There was, of course, a small line. Celum had only some roads devoted to wagons, and the [Guards] were doing a cursory check at the gatesjust to make sure nothing illegal was going through. Just asking questions with a truth stone, really. The [Farmer] was impatiently waiting and drinking from a sk at his hip when one of the wagons rolled forwards.

 Normally, all things being equal, hed have ordered his horses to move up and gone forwards one more space in line. However, a rather fancy little cart decided to pull in front of the [Farmer] with the tattoos before he could do so. A [Merchant], seeing the gap, had ordered her small escort forwards.

 Some of the other good and gentle folk ustomed to doing business in Celum grumbled at seeing the rude move, but a [Merchant] could be trouble, oh yes indeed. Better to just take it and slight the woman behind her back.

 However, as it turned out, the [Farmer] with the tattoos was neither good, nor gentle. He also had a temper.

 Oi!

 The man leapt from his wagon and strode forwards. Two of the [Caravan Guards] tried to stop him as he strode around the front of the wagon. They had horses, and weapons. But the [Merchant] herself waved them off. It would not do to cause a fuss with the [Guards] so close ahead.

 Is something the matter, my good man? How can I help you? [Merchant] Ge at your service.

 She sounded quite innocently perplexed. The [Farmer] red up at her as he strode over.

 You cut in line. Get your wagon out of the way.

 He jerked his thumb at her travelling cart, a rather splendid one that had a full-vehicle enchantment to contain more than it seemed. Merchant Ge blinked at the unfamiliarly aggressive tone in the mans voice.

 Im sorry, sir. I simply spotted an opening and well, here we are. Im simply a humble [Merchant] and you know how we are. Its one position in line, sir. Nothing to be worked up over?

 She had a pleasant demeanor, and a twinkle of oh, what can you do? in her eyes that suggested this was all a bit of a misunderstanding. Live and let live! But the [Farmer] had a look in his eyes that suggested he didnt find being cut in line humorous.

 Oh, is that so? Well, Im just a humble [Farmer], miss. Going to sell my wares at the market and menial crap like that. Dont mind me. If I had a cap Id doff it at your fat ass, but there we are. Move your wagon now.

 Excuse me?

 Ges face went a bit ck. The [Farmer] pointed.

 Back of the line. You heard me.

 The [Merchant] did not like the tone of his voice. Neither did her [Guards], which, if it hadnt been mentioned, did number eight in total. With armor. And weapons? And three were ring at the [Farmer]? He didnt seem to notice.

 WellIm terribly sorry you feel this way, but I see were nearly at the gates. So Im afraid Ill have to decline, sir. Allow me to buy you a drinkter.

 Ge tried to pretend the angry [Farmer] wasnt there. He red at her.

 So thats how it is?

 Im terribly sorry, sir.

 Politely, the [Merchant] stared ahead. Two wagons left before she got into the city. But the trick was just to ignore the mans ire. If he cursed her out, her escort would deal with it. You had to know what you could get away with in the [Merchant] business.

 And indeed, the [Farmer] took one look at the [Merchant] sitting in the drivers seat and spat before walking back to his wagon. The [Caravan Guards] saw him off and the [Merchant] smiled.

 She was smug. And rude. And oh yes, she had cut in line. But it had to be said that the [Farmer] wasnt exactly a model of patience. Or sobriety. Or even-temperedness. A few of the other wagon-drivers had recognized them and they were signaling to him not to

 Well, toote. The [Farmer] casually strolled after Ges wagon as it began to move. The female [Merchant] didnt see what happened, but she felt and heard the wagon wheel crack.

 The wagon stopped and her two mares reared in rm. The [Merchant], swearing, twisted in her seat as one of the [Guards] raced around back to see what had happened. Ge just heard it was a broken axelvery strange since she kept her wagon in perfect repairwhen she saw a wagon rolling past her.

 The [Farmer] with the tattoos grinned as he moved past Ge. She stared at him.

 Terrible shame and all that. What can you do? Shouldve taken it slow.

 He grinnedhe had two silver teeth. And spat. A bit of it hit the side of Ges painted wagon.

 Miss Ges Auspicious Assortments.

 Then he rolled over to the gates. The [Guards] clearly knew him, from the wary way they treated him. Ge stared after him. The [Head Caravan Guard] winced. This was clearlying out of his pay.

 Who is that?

 She snapped at one of the other drivers rolling past her. One, whod stopped to offer some help, winced. The man waved his hat apologetically in the direction of the ill-tempered [Farmer].

 Erthat would be Farmer Strongheart. Miss Ge, I really wouldnt provoke him.

 Me? Provoke him?

 -

 That was this morning. Later in the day, around the time a Hobgoblin was exiting Octavias shop in a hurry, said [Farmer] was talking with a [Trader].

 He had a cuss. And Farmer Strongheart was leaning on the [Trader]s wagon with an expression that said he was about to use it.

 So youre telling me youre not going to buy my wares, is that right?

 Please, Mister Strongheart. Im just a [Trader]

 And Im a humble [Farmer] selling my wares at the market. You have a problem with that?

 Want Strongheart adjusted his tunic, and one of his tattoos shone blue and ck in the sunlight. They were colorful tattoos, and he had any number of them. One was of a sea monster, the other hed been banned from showing about in publicit was an odd choice for a [Farmer], especially since tattoos were seen as vulgar in a number of cultures.

 It was something youd see more in, oh, say, [Sailors] visiting ports. Or, if you wanted to go the other way, [Pirates].

 But Want Strongheart wasnt a [Pirate]. He was a friendly [Farmer], who was not towering over the shorter [Trader] with a glint in his eyes.

 You buy the Sages Grass every time youe here. Ive got twenty of em right here. Bag of holding. Whats the hold up? I came here for you, my man. Not to offload a bunch of vegetables and crap!

 He jerked his thumb at the wagon being offloaded. Farmer Strongheart was one of the higher-level [Farmers] around Celum. Of course, there were smaller [Farmers], but a few big farms could provide enough food for an entire region. However, Wants farm was also known for a specialty crop it grew.

 Sages Grass. The famous magical nt was sought after by [Mages], [Alchemists], and generally any ss that worked with magic, including, yes, [Tattooists]. It was a [Trader]s profit. But the nervous [Trader] was shaking his head.

 Its the dispute between the nobility and Lady Reinhart, sir. Shes put on a [Trade War] with all of emnothing goes through hernds Lady Reinharts doesnt want. But the other nobles are retaliating. Alchemical ingredients, oresanything bound for Invrisil is bound to searches and stops. Confiscation or high tariffs at the very least if I go through the wrongndsand theyre patrolling all the trade routes. Its just not worth my time!

 So youre not going to buy from me? Is that it? And you expect me to just take that? I have a living to make! You think well keep doing business if you decide to run out on me when its a bit hot?

 Want leaned over the man. The [Trader] leaned back.

 Im just trying to make a living! Mister Strongarm

 Strongheart.

 Its no ones fault but the nobilitys! When the trade war is over, Id be delighted to buy your goods. But for now

 Hah! You wont get Sages Grass from my farms! Not now, and not even if prices are tripled and youre the only [Trader] in a thousand miles!

 Want shoved the man back hard. Disgusted, he turned and stomped away.

 Mister Strongheart!

 I dont deal with people who try to screw me over. I dont remember your name, but I never forget a face. Got it? You lot! Finish unloading my stuff! Im off!

 The [Farmer] stormed over to his wagon. The [Laborers] hauling his goods began to work twice as fast. One of them leapt off the wagon with four sacks, two on each shoulder. Lifting Skills. Want waited, back turned to the indecisive [Trader]. He pretended to be checking his horses.

 Now lets see if that sniveling coward changes his mind.

 The [Farmer] muttered to himself. He was a fearsome fellow, Want Strongheart. Not to be trifled with. A former [Pirate], they said.

 And they were right. But for all his fearsome reputation, Want was usually on the right side of thew. He had ck hair, green eyes, and stubble on his facealong with a circr scar on one side of his jaw. His shirt was linen, costly, and colorful.

 His tattoos, as mentioned, varied between lewd and impressive. One of them, a fish, seemed to swim every time his muscled moved. Magical ink that didnt fade over time kept them fresh. It was his history, but Want Stronghearts cuss seldom saw use. It was more of a prop most of the time, for negotiations with [Traders] and so on.

 But it was his. And Want was a former [Pirate]. And so, when he saw the Hobgoblin creeping along the back of the za where he was trying to sell his goods, the [Farmer] didnt hesitate.

 A damn Hobgoblin!

 He pointed and roared. Numbtongue, whod been edging around a cart, froze. The other citizens of Celum looked around. They stared at Numbtongue.

 Yup, Hobgoblin. Word had gotten around. It was that crazy innkeeper! And the Hob sometimes yed in front of that shop, the one with the Stitch-Woman. Stitchworks. You could buy this miraculous powder that helped baked bread, did you hear?

 They were leery of Numbtongue, but hed been seen around the city. No one was stopping him as he made his way to the ce where he remembered the yers of Celum were supposed to be. Numbtongue saw the [Farmer] running at him, though.

 And it urred to Numbtongue about the same time as everyone else that Want Strongheart might not havee to Celum often enough to pick up thetest gossip. Numbtongue froze. He reached for his swordthen the guitarthen just made a fist.

 Want Strongheart shoulder-charged past the cart, scattering people like flies. He opened up with a huge swingNumbtongue dodged backwards. The Human was fast! Want caught himself, swung again, quicker. At the same time he kicked.

 Numbtongue blocked the kick and stumbled backwards. A punch and a feint? The kick was heavy. The Hobgoblins eyes narrowed. He leapt forwards, punching.

 Farmer Want! Wait! Wait!

 Want ignored the shouts. He blocked Numbtongues punch, swung high at Numbtongues head. The Hobgoblin ducked the swing, punched low.

 The former [Pirate] staggered. Want took a hit on the ribs, then a kick on the chest. He staggered back and people tried to shout at him. The [Farmer] ignored them, charged in again. Numbtongue was ready this time. He braced as Want charged at him like a bull. Take him down with a leg sweep, kick him a few times, and run offthe man swung at his face and shouted.

 [Dirty Feint]!

 The punching for Numbtongue vanished. Numbtongue blinked

 And Want kicked Numbtongue in the balls. The [Goblin Soulbard] folded up, as his entire head went nk with agony. Want stood over him. Numbtongue was a Redfang Warrior, but even Goblins had limits on the pain they could take. He curled up as Want guffawed.

 Hah! Gottim!

 The angry Human fought like a Goblin, which meant he wasnt above kicking Numbtongue when he was on the ground. He only stopped when a bunch of people shouted.

 Stop, stop!

 Farmer Want! Wait! Wait! Its not a rogue monster!

 What?

 Want turned, astonished. It was the lovers of theatre in the crowd who knew the full score. A pet Hobgoblin! Works at that magical inn with the yers of Celum! Absolutely!

 The [Farmer] pointed at the swearing Hobgoblin.

 Selphids tits, are you serious? When did that happen? Why did no one tell me?

 We tried!

 Wellhuh.

 Want studied the Hob on the ground. Neither he nor the Hobgoblin had drawn their des, but Numbtongue looked like he might as soon as he got back up. Want opened his mouth

 Mister Strongheart.

 And here came Merchant Ge. With her escort of eight [Caravan Guards]. Not the Watcha specialized variant of [Mercenaries]. They nked the angry woman.

 Ah, the line-cutting [Merchant]. How are you?

 Want turned and spread his arms wide, grinning without a hint of worry. The woman stared at him. She was pale with fury.

 You, sir, have damaged my wagon. Someone cut my wagons axle. And you were behind my wagon.

 And?

 I demand an apology. In gold and word.

 Ge stared at Want. The [Farmer] noticed the crowd whod been so eager to save him from attacking the poor Hobgoblin had hurried away. He folded his arms.

 And if I say no?

 I will have to require you to do so.

 This time the [Merchant] had no subtlety. Her eight escorts stepped forwards, hands on their des. They wouldnt kill the [Farmer], but certainly draw blood and drub him if he went for his own oundish de.

 Want wasnt impressed. He spat at Ges feet.

 Seems to me you got off lucky, rude as you were. Why dont you turn around, Miss Merchant, and piss off? You dont get to bully anyone you please just because you have a painted wagon and a group of idiots with swords.

 Ge went white. She looked at the [Head Caravan Guard] and he stepped forwards. He was more reluctant than his employerif the ornery [Farmer] actually died, it would be a ck mark on his name, never mind being possibly banned from Celum.

 Theres eight of us and one of you, man. Dont be stupid.

 The [Farmer] didnt even nce at the leader.

 One warning, Miss Merchant. Back off and let sleeping krakens lie.

 Youve been warned! Do it!

 Ge shouted at her guard. The other mercenaries reluctantly strode forwards.

 Dont make this

 Farmer Want Strongheart drew his cuss.

 It was not, as someone familiar with the stereotype of [Pirates] from Erins world might have expected, an oversized de. Real cusses were short sabers, curved, yes, but not oversized. The cupped guard and hilt made the weapon a good fight for close-quarterbat. Boarding actions, for instance. On boats. You might also use another weapon in your off-hand.

 Like a wand. Want aimed the wand at the [Head Caravan Guard]s face. The man froze. Not just because of the wandthe cuss shone. It was, after all, enchanted. The [Caravan Guards] backed up. Merchant Ge froze.

 You got all sorts of [Farmers]. All sorts. Crazy ones, normal ones, [Farmers] who were more like [Managers] than the ones who did everything manually. But it was a rare [Farmer] indeed who owned an enchanted de and knew how to use it, let alone fought like a [Pirate].

 See this? Magic cuss. You got anything half as sharp,ndfolk?

 The abnormal [Farmer] swung his cuss easily through the air. The mercenaries stopped. They wore metal and leather, unenchanted. A sword like that might have a lesser enchantment. It didnt look like that, of course. And a good one would cut right through their armor. They looked at their leader. Their leader stared at the glowing wands tip. It might just be a bluff.

 Thats what I thought. You piss right back into the sewer you came from. And I wont remember your faces.

 Want snorted. The mercenaries had a choice. They could get into a fight with an angry [Farmer] in a foreign citywho had an enchanted sword and a wandor they could walk off. It took them one second.

 They walked off.

 Get back here!

 Mistress Ge was white with ragethen paled as she saw Want sheathing his sword. She backed up.

 Dont you darey and on me! I am a [Merchant] from First Landing and Im bound for Pass! I

 Dont worry. I dont killndfolk for slights. Even if its deserved.

 Want sighed. Mistress Ge backed up. The [Farmer] looked at her.

 Then he pped her. Numbtongue, whod finally got up clutching his groin, saw the woman twirl with the impact. The street gasped. The Hobgoblin winced. 

 Want Strongheart nodded, satisfied. He stared down as the [Merchant] fell over.

 Thats for threatening to beat me down. Miss. Do it again and Ill cut off a finger. If youd been able to mind your manners or let live and sail on, none of this would have happened. Idiot.

 He walked backwards, whistling. Numbtongue stared at the woman. So did everyone else.

 It was about personalities. Merchant Ge wasnt a bad woman. Probably. In another circumstance, her brazen attitude towards business might havee off as mildly infuriating, but eptable. And a broken wagon wheel was something to get mad about. You could take demanding an apology too far. But still.

 It was all about the person. And Want Strongheart wasWant. And he was a known figure. But in this moment, as the [Farmer] dusted his hands and looked about for the Hobgoblin hed just attacked, he was not exactly in the right.

 A group of [Guardsmen] raced around the street, marching fast. Theyd remembered the other door to Stitchworks. Their leader was shouting.

 Secure the door! Make sure it doesnt use its magic! Dont let one of the ants through! Wheres that Goblin? I saw ite through! Capture it! If it resists

 He paused as he saw Want, the [Merchant] clutching her cheek. Want stopped and his look of satisfaction vanished.

 Shit.

 Strongheart! Whats this about?

 The [Lieutenant] knew Want. And it only took him a moment before his face turned crimson.

 You hit a [Merchant] and damaged her wagon? Are you a Troll, man? Thats a woman!

 He strode up to Want, with the authority and force of outrage behind him. His patrol didnt look happy about confronting Want, who was a known character. They didnt like fighting a Hobgoblin either, but it was hard to tell who they were more reluctant to battle with at this moment.

 Forgive me, sir. I didnt know what I was doing. Defending myself from someone who hired a lot of toughs to beat me down if I didnt grovel at her feet.

 Want rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. The [Lieutenant] metamorphosed into purple. He pointed a finger at Wants face.

 Thats it, Strongheart! Youve been warned! Youre banned from the city for a month!

 What? For dealing with some stuck-up foreigner?

 The [Farmer]s eyes narrowed dangerously. The [Lieutenant] was listing off offences.

 Damage to property! Aggravated conduct! Striking a civilian! Intimidation! Offers of violence with a magical artifact! Repeated misconductdont walk away from me! Youre lucky its a month! I should fine you on top of the wagons cost

 He grabbed Wants shoulder. Another mistake. The [Farmer] spun.

 Make it six months, idiot.

 Heid the [Lieutenant] out with a single punch. The za stared at the unconscious man. The patrol stared at Want. The [Farmer] looked at his bleeding fisthed nicked it on the edges of the mans helmet. He cursed.

 Damn it.

 -

 In short order, Octavias shop was secured. Aside from the incident in the za, the door was secured and the Watch Captain learned to his displeasure that was not the magic door, but a receptacle for the actual magic.

 The [Mayor] was not going to be happy. But done was done. The Watch Captain was just a vehicle to the desires of Celum, and he was still put-out over not making the final cut with the yers of Celum. Theyd given him a choicesupporting cast or keep his old job. Hed lobbied for lead actor, and hed been turned down. Wesle had gotten that role.

 He was still mad about it. And madder still to hear about Want. The Watch Captain saw the [Farmer] lined up to leave the city by the northern gates. He stormed over.

 You! Strongheart! Get out of here! Youre banned for a year! Got it?

 Yeah, yeah. Once you need my produce, youll want me back! And your [Alchemists] too!

 All but two of them are out ofmission, you idiot!

 The Watch Captain shouted at Wants back. It was sort of an odd way to be triumphant, given the troubles with the [Alchemists], but he was pleased by Wants glower. The [Farmer] drove out of the city, swearing at everyone he passed.

 -

 Damn, damn, damn. I didnt even get to unload the Sages Grass! Vicerias going to rip my fucking jewels off.

 When he was a few miles out from the city, Want stopped urging his horses at their quick pace. He couldnt help but swear, though. Banned from Celum. It wasnt a light thing, and he hadnt even sold his main product, the aforementioned Sages Grass. Furiously, the [Farmer] took a deep swig from his sk. It had a strong odor.

 Hold up. Hold up, you dumb horses!

 The driver ordered his animals to a halt. He jumped off the drivers seat and casually walked around to his wagon. It was empty now, of the mundane produce hed piled up in it. The valuable stuff was all in his bag of holding. You didnt put gold in the wagon. That was a fools game.

 The tarp was lying on the wagon. And the wagon should have been empty, but a [Pirate], even a former one, had sharp eyes. Want paused as he stared at the lump near the back.

 Ive seen stranger things at sea. But never onnd. Hey, greenskin. Want a drink?

 Numbtongue sat up fast. He had his sword drawn. Want held up his hands.

 Easy. I heard youre a friendly Goblin. If I wanted you dead, Id just have shouted for the Watch to deal with you. Seems they dont like Goblins, even ones that live in the city.

 The Goblin [Bard] lowered the de a fraction. Want was right. The [Farmer] studied Numbtongue, perplexed. He jerked his head at Numbtongue.

 Are you a polymorphed bloke? Heard an Archmage once got offed after losing a duel like that.

 No.

 That Numbtongue could speak didnt seem to surprise Want either. He paused.

 Illusion spell?

 No. Im me.

 Just a fucking Goblin?

 Yes. Just a fucking Goblin. You have a problem?

 Numbtongue bared his teeth. He was looking aroundWant had stopped just off the road, but there would be more travellers soon. The [Farmer] shrugged.

 Eh. And here I thought my girl was blowing wind up my sails. Since youll probably get killed if I let you hop outfancy a drink?

 He offered Numbtongue the sk. The Hobgoblin blinked and Want tossed it. Numbtongue sniffed the drink, took a sip, and brightened up. Hed experienced the joys of unlimited alcohol in Erins inn. Normally, it was a rare treat for Redfangs.

 Hm. Thank you.

 Want did raise his eyes at the courtesy. Numbtongue took a swallow, threw the sk back. The [Farmer] regarded him, and then climbed around the front of the wagon.

 Alright then. Its a ways to my farm, so keep your face hidden if anyone drives by. Whats your name, Hob?

 Numbtongue. Whats yours?

 Numbtongue warily sat in the back of the wagon, facing Want. He kept an eye out for travellers, ready to hide his head. Who was this [Farmer] who fought well and had tattoos? Want Strongheart was drinking, and tossed the sk over his shoulder.

 Want. Say, do you know Garia? Runner girl? Looks as sturdy asno. Shes thin? But got muscles, ckish hair? A bit of blue, if you look right. Skin about as tan as

 He tapped one arm, and Numbtongue noticed Want was a few shades darker than most Humans hed met.

 Yes. Garia Strongheart.

 Ah, thats the one. Good. Id hate to think my daughter was meeting all kinds of weird Goblins about.

 Daughter?

 Yeah. YeahI was going to see her. Damn. She was going to show me that inn! Damned [Merchants]. You know, she cut in front of me. Think they own the roads.

 Numbtongue eyed Want and said nothing. After a second, the [Farmer] looked back at him. He waved one hand impatiently at Numbtongueand also to get his sk back.

 Sowhy everything about you? Start with the guitar.

 -

 It depended on how you looked at them. Someone willing to give a Goblin in danger a lift could be a jerk. And a good man could be a poor one, or vice versa.

 The [Mayor] of Celum might have been a good man. He wasnt a renowned figure, known the breadth of the region for his aplishments. He wasnt that famous, but he had won his position by vote.

 He might not even have been a bad man. Erin didnt know. But as she sat across from him in the little meeting room, arms folded, she was certain that if she had the opportunity, she was gonna punch him.

 Wheres Numbtongue?

 Thats being investigated, Miss. Apparently, he was seen in a run-in with one of our local troublemakers. Another one, I should say. Captain, the Hobgoblins location?

 Unknown, sir. But Ive got my boys searching. It wont hide long, and if it causes trouble

 He wont cause trouble! And hed be here if you didnt steal my door!

 Erin mmed her hands on the table. The [Mayor] leaned back. Cetris Dund was his name.

 Miss Solstice, as I said, that was an unfortunate ident. But please, calm down.

 Mayor Dund, this is exactly what were talking about! Shes got no respect for the city or itsws! And that Hobgoblin! How has she been allowed to act like this for so long?

 An angry voice rang out from behind the [Mayor]. Erin red and was met by res from a number of faces, familiar and unfamiliar. The Head of the Merchants Guild, the Bakers Guild representative, the Guildmaster of the Runners Guild, were all present. As well, there were three familiar faces.

 [Innkeepers]. Miss Agnes, Miss Ulia, and Mister Timbor, all of Celum, red at Erin. She looked around. She had Octavia, Lyte, Montressa, and a really bad mood.

 When Erin had finally opened the door to Celum to confront Numbtongues disappearance, shed received a message that she needed to appear before the [Mayor] of Celum. She vaguely knew the manhed yelled at her when she brought in Grimalkin and Relc to help fight that gang terrorizing Octavia. But she didnt know him.

 Now, clearly, he was going to be trouble. Erin folded her arms. She would have felt better if she had Grimalkin in her corner, or Zevara. Or anyone from either Pass or Liscor.

 But theyd declined toe. This was Erins squabble with Celum, and as Krshia had pointed out, it would not do for Liscor to start a conflict with a Human city. Nor for Pass. It was a sign that Krshia was taking her new position seriously, much to Erins dismay.

 However, shed left Relc at the door and told the Watch Captain of Celum outright that Erin was Liscors. If Celum tried anything, well, theyd never be able to close the door with Relc around. And hede get her if Erin was gone for more than an hour.

 Somefort. Erin red at Mayor Dund.

 If one of the Watch hurts Numbtongue

 Miss Solstice. Threats against Celum are only adding to the case against you.

 What case? You stole my door!

 Because youre a menace to Celum! You steal jobs, cause havocwe cant trust this Hobgoblin! Mayor, consider your own children! If this Hob were to run into your daughter

 Miss Agnes voice cut off as Cetris turned in his chair. He was not a powerfully built figure like Want. But Erin saw him turn and she caught half of his expression.

 Was that a threat, Miss Agnes? What about my daughter?

 Nothing! I was only concerned for

 A Hobgoblin is still a Goblin, Mayor Dund. Im sure Miss Agnes forgot herself.

 [Innkeeper] Ulia bowed slightly. Cetris stared at her and then rxed. And Erin took his second measure.

 Ive been told that thisGoblinhas never caused an incident in Celum aside from the encounter with the [Thugs]. So, therefore, I chose to ignore it. As I did the incident with the Antinium, and all the other incidents in the city. Celum, is, after all, a ce of trade. But it seems in recent weeks that it has be a lopsided trade, Miss Solstice. Hence the confiscation of your door.

 Which you guys thought was the actual magic one. You tried to steal it. I wonder who got that wrong?

 Erin red at Miss Agnes. The older [Innkeeper] red back. What had happened with Agnes? Shed once been a friend. But Safry and Marian had been bad, and Miss AgnesErin had liked her. Right up until she hadnt.

 We attempted to steal nothing. The association of [Innkeepers] in Celum is simply opposed to your tactics of coercion. And [Innkeepers] across Izril will hear of youyouthief! You stole my best workers and then fired them within a week!

 Miss Agnes pointed at Erin. The young woman shot up.

 Because they bullied Mrsha

 Enough! Please! Enough!

 Cetris stood up. He red around and put two hands on the table. Then he looked past Erin.

 Mage Montressa. May I ask why Wistram is present at these negotiations? This is not the Academys business.

 His tone was politest towards her. Montressa cleared her throat as she tapped her staff on the carpet.

 Indeed not, Mayor Dund. Im simply here to aid in the negotiations as a friend to Miss Erin Solstice. I am a private individual conducting my business, and the academy does not back my presence in this regard.

 She nodded at Erin. The young woman nodded back, warily. Montressa had offered her help, and Erin had taken it. Cetris frowned. He didnt like Montressa being here, private individual or not.

 Very well, very well. Lets put aside the matter of the Hobgoblin for now. When he is found, we will address any concerns. Miss Erin Solstice, youve been summoned for a number of reasons. Namely, yourportal door and its usage, and your influence on the city atrge.

 Erin blinked at him.

 What about my door? Its been there for months!

 The [Mayor] held up a hand.

 It has, and I have been aware of it and considered it a boon to Celum. However, this morning, I received not one, but numerousints rted to your presence in the city. If I may, I will list them now. Firstly

 Erin stared as he slowly read from his notes. The Runners Guild was angry that people were using her door to carry parcels and letters. The Merchants Guild was mad about the same thing. The Bakers Guild hated Octavias baking soda and thought it was fake alchemy instead of real methods to rise bread. And the [Innkeepers]Cetris had to pause at the lengthy list.

 Well, I have numerousints, regarding the treatment of staff, going against other inns in abative spirit, taking over an inn despite the wishes of the actual [Innkeeper], poaching entertainment

 What? When did I do thatst one?

 The yers of Celum! Theyre Celums people and shes been funneling them all into her inn! Into Liscor!

 Timbor Parithad red at Erin. She threw up her hands.

 Theyre [Actors]! I taught Wesle and Jasi how to perform ys!

 But theyre Celums citizens.

 So?

 A fist crashed down on the table. Lyte looked at the Head of the Merchants Guild. The man was red-faced. He barked down at Erin.

 So your inns taking away wages and profits that belong to Celum, youngdy! This is our city, and you

 Guildmaster Trent!

 Cetris Dund pushed the man back. He nced at the three younger womenand saw all three of them eying Guildmaster Trent. They did not look unnerved by the mans show of aggression. If anything

 Lyte was calmly eying the room, as cool as ice. Montressa was frowning at the red-faced man. Octavia was ring at the [Bakers]. And Erin was wiping spit off her face.

 If he spits on me again, Im gonna smack him.

 She warned Cetris. Erin was a head shorter and a lot thinner than Guildmaster Trent, but she seemed to suggest the smack woulde whether Trent wanted it or not. Cetris paused. Hed heard Erin Solstice was good at fighting.

 Outbursts like that will not happen again, Miss Solstice.

 He shot Trent a warning look. The Guildmaster subsided. Lyte took over.

 Celum has a number ofints about The Wandering Inn, Mayor Cetris. However, I didnt hear the city voicing their objections until now. There was an agreement in ce about the use of the door to transport letters and goods belonging to the Merchants Guild and the Runners Guild, but the inn hasnt received any notifications of impropriety until now.

 She nced at Erin and then looked at Cetris with a smile. The young woman was polite and well-spoken as she nced around the room.

 It seems that Erins property has been forcibly confiscated, and she herself has been summoned to a room to be threatened and shouted at by some of Celums elite for faults the city has caused, rather than approached in any diplomatic manner. Which is surprising to me that a city, or [Mayor] would act this way, but I assume this is all in good faith?

 Her tone was polite, but the delivery made Cetris flush. The Guildmasters all fidgeted ufortably as well. The [Mayor] shuffled his notes quickly, wondering who she was.

 Its a regrettable oversight, Miss

 Lyon.

 Miss Lyon, yes. But the fact remains that the ah, benign neglect has added up. Lets run through the issues one at a time, shall we? The situation with individuals bearing packages through the door

 Is it an issue?

 Lyte stopped Mayor Cetris with a raised brow. She heard a splutter.

 Of course it is! Thats our moneyRunners make deliveries going south! This door is undercutting their work!

 Because its more convenient.

 Lyte coolly looked at the Guildmaster of the Runners Guild. The man hesitated.

 Its magic. Cheating, is what it is!

 But people should pay for City Runners to deliver goods slower and at cost, when a magical door can do their work for them? I fail to see the logic, Guildmaster. Unless your point is simply that the Runners Guild deserves to keep working as it always has?

 The man hesitated.

 It will ruin the economy. The Merchants Guild is in agreement. Transport to Liscor

 Doesnt ur. Letters always go by way of Esthelm. And trade and transport ceases in the spring. The magic door may well put City Runners out of work in regards to going towards Liscor, but doesnt Celums Runners Guild get more deliveries going north? If anything, Liscors Guild is the one that should be objecting.

 Mayor Cetris turned his head, eyebrows raised.

 Is that true, Guildmaster Eirnhen?

 The Guildmaster hesitated. Lyte folded her arms and declined to high-five Erin. Both Trent and Eirnhen looked at each other. Eirnhern raised a finger.

 The fact is that its still free ess to Liscor and Celum. Money that doesnt go to either city, unless Liscors taking a cut?

 But no ones charged for the door.

 What? You meanyou dont charge people for using it?

 Trent stared at Lyte. She half-red at Erin.

 No, we do not, in fact.

 But what a waste of money!

 The [Merchant] burst out. Lyte nodded. Erin sighed. So did Cetris.

 I see the issue. Moving ahead. Well return to you, Guildmasters. The Bakers Guild is furious because of abakingsoda? Some new alchemical concoction.

 The [Baker] sent to represent her guild nodded, looking angrily at Octavia.

 Its going to ruin our jobs, Mayor! Its not a real baking thing at all! Just some fake powder. You have to do something with acid. I heard that [Alchemist] telling her customers!

 Acid?

 rmed, Cetris looked at Octavia. The [Alchemist] raised her hands.

 Hey! I just meant buttermilk! Acidic liquids! Not acid, acid. Its a technical term. And itspletely good powder! Right Erin? You can use it for baking!

 Its ruining jobs! Youll get jumped-up apprentices trying to rece masters. We cultivate yeast, and gain Skills for rising bread. But this powder will undercut all our levels and hard work!

 The [Baker] made her case. Cetris nodded a few times, looking at Erin and Octavia.

 Do you two have anything to say, Miss Solstice, Miss Cotton?

 Erin raised her hand.

 Um. Yeah. Baking powders normal. Its not a weird alchemical thing. Well, its not like flour or oil, but its not a trick. You can make bread with baking soda, just like with yeast. Or powder.

 Theres a powder?

 Whats the difference?

 The [Baker] and Octavia eximed. Montressa narrowed her eyes at Erins back. Erin shrugged.

 I have no idea. It just makes bread rise up and stuff. But lookits natural. Thats why I asked Octavia for help. I didnt have a Skill, so I needed baking soda.

 But itll undercut[Mayor]!

 The [Baker] appealed to Cetris. He was nodding.

 Miss Cotton, Miss Solstice. You can see that this will damage our [Baker]s livelihoods, cant you? These new changes, this doorall of it is destabilizing Celums workers. Who have worked in their professions for generations!

 He thought it was quite well-put. But all four young women instantly opened their mouths. Montressa was first.

 Mayor Dund, Im sure that Celums workers are quite traditional. And if you so require it, Im certain Miss Cotton will happily stop selling her soda in Celum.

 She will?

 I will?

 Octavia stared at Montressas back. The [Mage] turned her head.

 Didnt you say you wanted to move to Liscor, Octavia? I heard Lyte discussing it with you.

 The [Princess] blinked.

 Wellwe were suggesting a wing of the inn.

 Perfect! You can do that! We dont need that trouble, anyways!

 The [Baker] was beaming. But Cetris had caught Montressas implication. He rubbed his forehead.

 That would mean baking soda is then imported to Celum, wouldnt it, Mage Montressa? Which means we would be paying for the very goods our own Miss Cotton is producing in the city?

 Montressa smiled at Cetris as Guildmaster Trents head snapped up.

 Precisely, Mayor Cetris. You can stop baking soda from being imported into the city, of course, but you cannot stop a new invention. Im sure Liscors [Bakers] will face the very same issues as Celums, but baking soda exists and if it isnt harmful

 She looked at Erin. The [Innkeeper] shrugged.

 Just dont swallow it alone. Thats probably bad. Probably gives you bad gas or makes you throw up if you do it wrong. But its not poison. I think.

 then Im afraid thats where the Bakers Guilds will have to adapt.

 Montressa nodded at the crestfallen [Baker]. Cetris looked around.

 Surelysurely Miss Cotton would be amenable to halting her sale of baking soda.

 Ill move to Liscor.

 Octavia raised her hand. Cetris red at her. But for the baking soda and her matches, hed be d to see the end of another of Celums headaches. But nowhe drummed his fingers on the table.

 That would be unfortunate for Celum.

 Hey, I like it here. Lived for years in Celum. But Im getting a new ce for free

 with rent

 Lyte coughed into one hand. Octavia faltered.

 Well, safer than Celum. On the whole. I think. At least I wont be extorted. Itll be part of Erins inn, right?

 She got encouraging nods from Erin and Lyte. Mayor Cetris face fell. He looked around.

 Mayor, we could prevent her from leaving. Just close the door! She cant go through that way!

 One of the [Innkeepers] leaned over and whispered to Cetris. He flushed and snapped.

 Miss Agnes! We arent going to constrain Miss Cotton of anything!

 He red at the [Innkeepers].

 This is a purely reasonable decision, withoutpunitive emotions involved! Miss Cotton will of course be allowed to move her shop if she so wishes! Quickly. Today. I imagine thisthis door can do it all, cant it? Shell forfeit the lease on her shop, but that is a simple solution. Or she may go to Liscor properly! Without magic! Which is the normal way of things.

 Cetris turned around. He might not have been a bad man. Erin looked at him.

 But the doors being closed to Celum? Why?

 The [Mayor] looked at her.

 Well, Miss Solstice, theints of the other Guilds aside, I have two good reasons. Firstly, Im afraid the Innkeepers Association of Celum has the mostints against you. Youve been cklisted by the local inns, and Ive no desire to see a miniature trade war in my city. The one in the north is bad enough.

 What, those three?

 Erin pointed at Agnes, Ulia, and Timbor. Cetris nodded.

 They have a number ofints

 So what? Theyre jerks.

 Erin red at them.

 I helped you! And you betrayed me by taking my customers, my staff

 Miss Agnes was furious. Erin pointed at her.

 Safry and Marian were an ident! They wanted to quit and they were awful! Why should I give them money for beingzy and mean

 [Innkeepers] cooperate. What dont you understand, young woman? We share our profits, support each other

 Yeah, and lean, I bet! I dont take orders from you

 Enough!

 Cetris stood up. Erin sat down. The other [Innkeepers] moved back. The [Mayor], breathing hard, shook his head.

 Miss Solstice. Aside from the fact that Id like to discourage another conflict between professions, theres a simple reason why your door will be banned from Celum. Firstly, because there is animosity between you and three guilds, and two of my best inns in the city.

 Miss Agnes smug smile slipped. Cetris shook his head.

 But mostly, Miss Solstice, I was persuaded because of your Hobgoblin. Because of the incident where an Antinium Soldier fought Celums citizenseven criminals! Ive heard about Pass, you see.

 Oh. Ooh.

 Erin looked at Lyte and Montressa and Octavia. Montressa winced.

 Mayor

 However, Id be fine with dealing with that. Even the Antinium, yes. Gates can be built, ess restricted. Inns monitored for infighting.

 Cetris red over his shoulder. Then he sighed.

 The truth is, Miss Solsticeits just your inn. And you. Im not sure youre aware of this, but you havereputation for trouble. Ive studied up on Liscor. The monster attacks, the dungeon. Crelers. You have a habit for attracting trouble. Thus far, it hasnt been to Celums detriment, butPass.

 He spread his hands. Erins face fell.

 That wasnt my fault. Chaldion said. Hes the Grand Strategist. You can ask him if you like.

 She pointed towards the door. Cetris paused, then he shook his head.

 Miss Solstice, Im sure he could vouch for the Wyvern attack as coincidence. But you were in the Walled City when it was attacked, were you not?

 Yes.

 The [Mayor] nodded. He sighed.

 Its not that I believe you have acurse Skill. Or bad luck. But this morning I was informed there was a betting pool. There are individualseven rich individualsmonarchs, among others, cing bets on whether Celum will be attacked in the next month. This year. And how many casualties will ur. I understand theres a betting pool on Liscor as well.

 Erins jaw dropped. Lyte and Montressa eximed.

 Bets?

 Who?

 How much?

 Octavia looked around. She raised her hands defensively.

 Just me? Okay. I thought everyone would like to know

 The mayor of Celum looked at Erin. Not without sympathy. He steepled his hands.

 Miss Solstice, that was the crux of my decision. The rest of it I felt you should have the opportunity to exin. And you have. But for that aspectcan you assure me Celum would be safe with precautions?

 I mean, if you put a gate on the door like Passlook, Liscors just next to a dungeon. Its sort of dangerous.

 And a gate would keep us safe?

 Well, the door would have to be open. And thered have to be something that could go through the gate. Which wouldnt beI mean, a Raskghar could probably do it. Or evil Calruz. Or Crelers. Or

 Erin realized she was not making a case for herself. The [Mayor] stared at her, along with everyone else. Erin Solstice slowly stood up.

 Soso the doors banned from Celum?

 Well let Miss Cotton move if she can effect it within the day, of course. And well consider all events dealt with without fine or offence. I think thats the least we can do. The Hobgoblin will be allowed to return, so long as no one is injured or killed, Five Families forbid.

 Cetris Dund nodded, shuffling his papers. Erin stared around. Most of the people on Celums side looked some measure of triumphant, although Trent was looking worried as he stared at Octavia.

 Lyte seemed to ept the measure, albeit with pursed lips. Octavia was scratching her braids.

 How can I move everything? Well, I suppose. Hey, Lyte. Is the uh, other shop you promised actually built or?

 Montressa was shrugging. She whispered to Erin.

 We can always do another city, Erin. Do you need Celum?

 No. But I like it here. Even with all the jerks.

 Erin muttered back. She saw Cetris turn his head. But the [Mayor] said nothing more. Erin looked at him.

 Fine. We have all of today, right?

 Let us say by midnight?

 He nodded at her. That was more time than Erin had thought. She smiled a bit.

 Thanks. Ill want to find some of my friends. AndI need to tell the yers of Celum toe through. Somell have to stay I guess, but Temile and most of the others can go with their families, probably. Selys might be able to house them in the new part of the city.

 Huh?

 The Celumites turned as one. Ulias head snapped around.

 Thethe yers of Celum?

 Well, yeah. Theyll have toe since the doorll be gone.

 Erin blinked at them. Ulias brows shot together.

 No. Theyre staying here.

 Why?

 Mayor Cetris looked around wildly.

 Because theyre Celums [Actors]. That was one of yourints, wasnt it? Miss Ulia?

 Naturally! They should be performing in our inns! They wont just leave because Miss Solstice demands it!

 But I helped make them. Besides, I help with the ys. And I have a stage. Temilelle if theres a choice. I think.

 Erin furrowed her brows. Mayor Cetris was giving the other [Innkeepers] a death-re. Timbor raised his hands.

 Buthold on now. Theyre the yers of Celum! They cant leave the city! Thats their name.

 Heughed as if that settled that. The young [Innkeeper] shrugged. Erin thought for a second and snapped her fingers.

 They can be the yers from Celum. I dont like it. Families will have to move, and maybe some of the [Actors] will have to stay. But thats life, right? You chose this. Not me.

 She looked at Cetris Dund. The [Mayor] stared at her. Guilds were one thing. Inns were one thing. Even the threat of monster attacks. But Ulia had quoted the money and attention the yers of Celumeven the group that had been left behindwould bring the city. Without Miss Solstices inn to take custom into Liscor. He raised his hands.

 Wait a moment. This is an unexpectedlets talk this through. I call[Disadvantaged Renegotiation]! Thank you!

 Erin paused. The entire room paused. Cetris wiped at his brow with one sleeve.

 You cant do that!

 Montressa red at Cetris. But she and Octavia were already sitting back down. The other Guildmasters and [Innkeepers] were returning to their ces as well. Cetris nodded at Montressa.

 Mage Montressa, I can and I did. Its to Miss Solstices favor

 It was one of his Skills as [Mayor]. Not a perfect one, but it worked. Theyd begin again, albeit with the odds against Cetris. Orit should have.

 The young woman named Miss Lyon hadnt moved. Shed folded her arms by the door.

 I dont believe we need to renegotiate. Erin, Montressa, Octavia, lets go.

 Cetris eyes bulged as he felt something resisting his [Disadvantaged Negotiation]. Somehow, the young woman was pushing at his Skill, fighting it off! That shouldnt be possible! At leastnot unless she was a [Diplomat], or [Merchant]! How was she?

 The [Mayor] and [Princess] locked gazes as they shed in the inn. Erin, who was also on her feet, saw the invisible battle of wills. She hesitated. Then she waved a hand.

 Lyte. Lets try again. I dont want to leave Celum if I can help it.

 Erin

 Lyte nced at her. Then she exhaled slowly.

 Fine.

 She returned to her position. Cetris exhaled, and found his handkerchief to mop at his forehead. Before anyone could object, he sprang into action.

 Very good! I, personally, and as [Mayor], see no reason not to allow the door to stay. I can even see a special permitso long as this Hobgoblin stays in Miss Cottons shop. Signed! Ratified with the Adventurers Guild!

 Mayor!

 Outrage from behind him. Cetris turned his head.

 Can any of you think of a reason that outweighs the yers of Celums departure? No? Thank you! Be silent!

 He turned back towards Erin. She smiled at him. She almost liked him, despite the situation. He was doing his job. It depended on how you met someone. Cetris smiled back as well.

 I believe we cane to an amodation, Miss Solstice.

 Yeah. Id like that. We can try regting the door. And like Lyte saidthe [Bakers] and so on in Liscor are going to be mad too. Ill talk with Liscors Council, but if the door can stay openlet it, right?

 Mayor Cetris Dund nodded and rxed. He sat back in his chair.

 Excellent. Now, lets just talk import and export taxes, and a small usage fee. This has been a method of somewhat illegal transport, after all. And the Runners Guild and Merchants Guild should inspect the situation in an equitable way for all

 -

 Five minutester, Erin strode back through Octavias shop. A babble of voices followed, and Relc looked up from where he was inspecting potions. He guiltily hid an opened bottle behind his back.

 Hey Erin, whats

 Were out of here! No, Im not negotiating it! Ill find a better city! Likelike Esthelm! Octavia, pack up! And Temile, tell the yers its decision time!

 Erin shouted at the [Producer] as the [Mayor] and a host of angry, desperate, concerned, people followed. Relc chuckled.

 Now this is what Ie here for.

 He casually blocked the door to Octavias shop as Erin stomped through to her inn, followed by Lyte and Montressa. The [Mayor] stared up at the huge Drake with the spear. He made one fist and cracked his knuckles as he squeezed.

 Hi. They call me Relc.

 -

 Erin felt sad, and relieved, and angry at the same time. She stared back into Octavias shop as Relc barred the door. The [Alchemist] was running about.

 Im going to need help bringing all my stuff through! But Im doing it! Illuhhow am I going to move?

 Im sorry, Temile. But there is space in Liscor. I imagine some of the [Actors] will stay, right? Therell be work. They can keep the ys going. What will the entire group do, though? You dont have toe through.

 Temile was gnawing on one lip. The man looked at Erin. And then he nced at his hand. His missing thumb. But when he put a hand on Erins shoulder, he squeezed tight.

 We might not be the yers of Celum, but where would we be without the one who started us down this road? Ill talk to everyone. There are some familiesbut theres work in Liscor, right?

 Yeah! LookIm going to get Selys. Well arrange it all before midnight.

 Got it. I will be back!

 Temile ran off. Erin looked around. Montressa raised her eyebrows.

 Does this always happen in your inn?

 More than you think. Drassi, get Selys. Is she in the inn? Liscor?

 The garden! Ill get her! Selys!

 Drassi opened the door and walked through. Lyte sighed.

 Ill clear out one of the private rooms for Octavia. It can be storage for now. Erin, you get to tell her that her shop isnt actually built yet.

 She hurried off, calling for Ishkr. Erin sighedand then she paused.

 Wheres Numbtongue?

 Shed forgot again! Erin spun towards the door, but the Watch Captain hadnt found him. Erin looked at Montressa.

 I have to find him. Montressa, tell Lyte Im going to search!

 Ill go with you. Those [Innkeepers] looked like trouble. You could use a barrier or two. Or just a [Mage].

 Montressa hefted her staff. Erin nodded. They headed for the open door.

 Excuse me! Erin! Erin!

 Palt trotted in front of them. The two stopped.

 Hey Palt, Im sorry, but Numbtongues

 Found.

 The Centaur put one arm out, looking satisfied beyond belief. Erin stopped and did a double-take. There was no Hobgoblin behind Palt.

 By who?

 Whom.

 Erin raised a fist. Palt backed up.

 Er, sorry. But hes found! I got a [Message]. Believe it or not, one of myacquaintances knows him. My faction.

 He gave Montressa a triumphant look. The [Aegiscaster] just stared at Palt. Erin blinked.

 Who?

 Palt inhaled on his cigar. He puffed out.

 Its a funny thing. Butyou wouldnt happen to know a Viceria Strongheart, would you? Apparently, her daughters in the city. She knows you?

 Erin Solstice blinked. She looked around. Then she raised her voice.

 Garia?

 Someone fought through the crowd Relc was blocking. He let her go through, and a slim, physically built young woman entered the room. She had the kind of body Erin expected on an athlete. Ryoka-ish, but Ryoka didnt have those abdominals. Or the inclination to show them.

 But Garia Strongheart was a changed young woman. She panted as she wiped sweat from her brow.

 Erin! Did you call my name? Is Mrsha found? Ive been running all over Celum with Fals, but Im almost certain shes not here!

 Erin saw Fals waving a hand from the crowd. She sucked in her breath.

 Ooh.

 Montressa echoed her.

 Ooh.

 Erin waved guiltily at Garia.

 Come on through. You too, Fals! You need to see this. And uh, Ill be in the kitchen after this. For athank-you cake. A big one. So long as Mrsha doesnt smash it.

 Garia trotted into the inn. She eximed as Erin told her the news about Mrsha and the garden. And then her eyes widened.

 Mom sent that [Message]? Buthowd he get there?

 Apparently her spouse picked him up after some sort of fight in Celum.

 Dad? Oh no. Did he cut Numbtongue? Hes got a magic cuss that he coats with some kind of paralysis poison! As if the wand and the enchantment isnt bad enough!

 The City Runner groaned. Erin stared at her. She realized shed never met Garias parents. Ryoka had, with Mrsha, but all shed said about them was that they were interesting. How interesting, Erin had never known. She looked at Palt. He waggled his eyebrows.

 Ullsinoi.

 Garia, your parents have Numbtongue at their farm. Hes not hurt, but

 The [Martial Artist] sighed in relief.

 Oh, good. ThenI could actually run the magic door gem-thing over there! Its not far! My parents have a farm around Celum.

 What do they grow?

 Garia made a face.

 Produce. Dad rotates it when he gets bored, but we have a few fields of Sages Grass. Its more trouble than its worth.

 What?

 Montressa and Palt stared at Garia. She shook her head.

 I just hope they dont do anything weird to Numbtongue. They drink like, well, retired [Pirates]. Which Dad is. Havent I ever said?

 Wait, say that again?

 Erin tried to clear out one ear. She saw Mrsha running through the doorway. And then, of all people, Seborn appeared.

 Did someone say [Pirates]?

 He stared at Garia. And Erin had a surreal experience. Upon her inn, all things turned. It was a ce of magic, mystery, and event. But for the first time

 Everything was revolving around Garia.

 -

 A Drake stood in a building in Liscor. Which one wasnt important. He had a few like it. Safe ces. ces where a[Thief], or someone who knew the right people could hide out. For a price. The Drake had ashen scales, and he was old.

 He was called Mister Soot. Mister Soot. He was very particr about that. If you asked the right people, theyd tell you about Mister Soot.

 He was a crime lord. Not a [Crime Lord]; that was a bit above his actual ss, [Mastermind]. [Gang Mastermind], if you wanted to be specific.

 It sounded better than it was. Or maybe it sounded exactly like it was. Soot was no stache-twirling evil genius. But he was smart, and he operated a significant portion of Liscors underworld.

 Because it did have one. True, the city had Drake-stylew enforcement, which meant it had less casual corruption. But that just meant crime evolved to meet the challenge.

 Soot ran a gang, a euphemism for any group of organized crime. His was hardly a group of [Thugs], after all. His gang had magical wands, gear, and good numbers. They werent shy about tangling with the Watch, although they stayed away from the dangerous fighters, like Jeiss, Relc, and Klbkch. They prioritized money over petty fights, which was why Soot was where he was.

 In fact, Mister Soot was known by all of the Watch as one of their most wanted. But he was an elusive enemy, and one that controlled his elements well, so that the [Guards] usually had bigger fish to fry, including actual monsters. Soot understood that well, which was why he didnt fight the Watch most of the time, just frustrate them. He also kept his ws clean of crime himself.

 Zevara had never gotten Mister Soot for his crimes. She had a lot of circumstantial evidence, even a few people willing to point at him assomeone. But never anything she could concretely use to kick him out. If she could exile people just based on her feelings, Soot would have been gone long ago.

 And at the moment, Mister Soot was well-ced to be even bigger than he was. Liscor was a hopping ce to be right now, and Mister Soot saw his opportunity to finally make a fortune worthy of his ambitions.

 A magic door, interest from abroadnot to mention the road to Pass, which was reportedly almost halfway done alreadyat least, in regards to clearing the Bloodfields. Soot was no Gnoll, but he smelled the opportunity to be the liaison between a new wave of crime and opportunity.

 Hed make a fortune if he yed his cards right. And then he could retire and never have to work with something like Bearw ever again.

 He stood alone in this safe room. Alone, but for Bearw and two figures. The huge Gnoll was bent over one of them. She stepped down, and Soot listened to a bone break. Hed heard bones break before, but this time sounded the worst. He saw the figure on the floor move. But it was bound.

 [Silence] spell on the gag. Soot looked down at the Gnoll dressed in the Watchs colors. His gang had killed [Guards] before. Sometimes it was necessary. But thishe looked at Bearw.

 She was huge. And unlike Soot, she got her paws dirty. Bearw hade from the south. Not through the magic doorPass might have tried to arrest her, and they certainly wouldnt condone her going to Liscor if theyd known. Shed made the journey on foot.

 You said this ones a Senior Guard, Soot?

 Bearw turned her head. She had countless scars, some of which were visible since the fur had never regrown. She was known as Bearw because of the metal ws she used to fight with. She hadnt pulled them out yet, even when shed brought both of the [Guards] tailing her.

 Yes. Shesshes a decent Senior Guardswoman. Just got promotedst year.

 Soot avoided the gaze of the Gnoll on the ground. She was still alive. But her limbs weretwisted. Bearw grinned.

 She was. So was the other one. For a small city like this. See? Shes trying to get her blood on me. Her scent.

 She nodded at the Gnoll. The [Guard] had bit her lip and was trying to spit blood. Bearw kicked viciously.

 Smart. But thats why Ill remove it with a tonic.

 If she dies

 The [Mastermind] hesitated. He saw Bearw look at him. Normally, Soot wouldnt have been around her without his [Bodyguards]. But he was not in control. Hed lost control the moment hed walked into his safe room and foundthis.

 Dont worry. Shes not going to die. Not even if she bites her tongue. And my person will be here. I told youI know how it works.

 Bearws reply was followed almost instantly by a rap on the door. Both she and Soot turned. It was the right phrase, but still, Soot held the dangerous wand in one w, ready to draw, as Bearw checked. She let in a hooded, totally masked figure.

 Another Gnoll? Or maybe a bulky Drake. Soot avoided his gaze as the figure came for the two [Guards]. They were still alive, but Bearw hadnt left them able to fight back. They were loaded into a handcart like things and vanished with the other figure.

 Ive heard of it being done. But I dontneed to do that myself.

 Soot kept clearing his throat. Bearw gave him an amused grin. She had a small bottle out and was mixing the liquid into her fur, removing scent.

 Its simple, Soot. I dont know where she died. I dont know how she died, officer. I wasnt anywhere near her when she apparently died. She didnt die the day I saw her, neither. Might not even be someone who killed them. Might have just been monsters. Hear you have Shield Spiders and Rock Crabs. Big pity, that.

 The Gnoll looked at Soot. He paled.

 What if they ask if you had anything at all to do with her death? Or if you ran into her or encountered her in?

 The Watch werent idiots. They knew to ask multiple questions. And they would. Why had she done it?

 Then I use my [Four Good Lies] for the week. But I think Ill level up tonight. Or at the least, the Watchll think twice about tailing me. That Drake and Ant wouldve been different, but theyre busy. And it proves the Watch isnt invincible. Like you kept telling me, eh?

 Bearw rested one paw on Soots shoulder. He flinched away.

 Absolutely, Bearw. Butwhat happens if I get questioned?

 She grinned at him.

 You keep your mouth shut no matter what, eh, Soot?

 She went back to cleaning herself. Mister Soot eyed Bearw. Shede to him with a warning, but hed assumed he knew crime. Hed killed people with his ws before. With knives, wandsbut always with the long view in mind.

 Bearw didnt care about consequences. Shed killed the two Senior Guards because she could.

 So?

 So?

 The inn. You had a message for me?

 The Drake started. He nodded a few times, relieved.

 Theres a im on the inn. The Brother of Serendipitous Meetings has one. And anotherfrom the Elusive Lot. ws off. Paws, that is.

 Whore the Brothers?

 Bearw didnt look up. Soot paused.

 A big name up north. Two of their agents work in the south, sometimes. The Gentlemen Callers?

 Never heard of them. What do I care?

 Soot gulped.

 The Elusive Lot also has a use on the inn.

 So? My gang doesnt answer to [Mages].

 This time the Gnoll woman stared at Soot. He nodded a few times.

 Of course. ButIm just letting you know.

 And I dont care. If thats your message, its wasted. I can taste the money here.

 Bearw grinned again, flexing her huge paws.

 Bounty on a white Gnoll, alive. Bounty on an [Innkeeper]. Bounty on the magical door. And the Heartme Breastte.

 The inns dangerous.

 Yeah. I saw.

 Bearw knew about Grimalkin, the Gold-ranks, and all the others Soot had heard of going through Erins inn. The Drake had even gone there himself for a pizza. Still, she was smiling. Soot eyed her.

 Soyour other members. Are theying along soon? Because our entry route ispromised and I dont know if I can bribe anyone after today

 The Gnoll woman shut him up with a paw. She sighed.

 Idiot. The Meeting of Tribes ising. You dont attack an [Innkeeper] in her inn. I have what I wanted. You just keep your eyes open. And I have the little ones scent.

 Sheughed. She meant Mrsha. Soot wished he didnt know the Gnolls name. But shede over and sniffed him until the [Barmaid] had drawn her away. Sootliked children. He did not think of himself as an entirely bad person. He wondered if Bearw had even asked herself that.

 To think of anything to say, Soot found the first thought and blurted it out.

 Who wants the white Gnoll? Arent they supposed to bring doom? I cant imagine anyone wants herbut the bounty was alive, right?

 Bearw snorted. She looked dismissively at Soot.

 Youre too wrapped up in this tiny city, Soot. You should go to Pass. Meet some real gangs. Who wants a white Gnoll? Her kind, obviously. The better question iswho wants the [Innkeeper]? Because half of the bounties on her are alive. Half are for dead.

 And which one are you taking?

 The Gnoll gave Soot a wide, pleased smile.

 Ill figure it out when I get her. Pass me the towel.

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Book 7: Chapter 7