Book 7: Chapter 22: D_The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 22: D

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 For the brave, the dreamers who yearned to see that which no one had ever seen before, another world was a dream. Earth had so few ces left that were unexplored. And of themthey were the depths of the sea, crevasses in the earth.

 Space. But technology had mapped too much. The world was too familiar, in a sense. Tootame. Even though parts of it could and would eat you and spit chunks out, Earth had so few mysteries left. There was no mysteriousnd left to imagine. People knew what the world looked like.

 And what a tragedy that was. Imagination died as the world shrank into something you could look at on a screen. There was perhaps only one adventure leftand Humans had not yet figured out how to fly through space at speed.

 But in another world, one full of magic, there were still ces where no one had explored. Where the knowledge of even Dragons failed. Challenges that remained, to dare the greatest of adventurers to unearth them.

 The High Passes were one. The Last Tide and the end of the world, another. The ocean depths were uncharted, even by the Drowned Folk.

 But there were more areas still. Despite the tens of thousands of years of advancement and regression, new, strangends still remained. Or ratherthey appeared.

 Zeikhal, Chandrars great desert, had not always been there. Nor had the growing Bloodfields. But if the Bloodfields was a growing mystery, however darkthere were other ces.

 Magic prompted growth. Evolution that nature unaided could have never aspired to. And change sometimes engulfed an area after magical cataclysm, creating another biome at speeds that would have astounded any [Biologist]. And in Balerosthey knew of one such ce as The Dyed Lands of Seequal.

 Once, Seequal had been a prosperous nation. But during the Selphid Empire, the Lizardfolk nation hade under attack. Rather than surrender, their greatest [Mages] had attempted to cast an experimental spell as armies marched on their capital.

 The result? Magical devastation for hundreds of miles. Both army and nation had been wiped out. But the rampant magic had provoked the natural wildlife to adapt or die. And soThe Dyed Lands hade into existence.

 Thousands of yearster, it was, like the Bloodfields, an encroachingnd on the normal jungles and animals. A wild ce, full of highly-charged magical nts and animals. A ce of wonder.

 And of course, terrible danger. The kind that had eaten entire armies who had tried to burn The Dyed Lands and establish control. Now, only a few people made their homes there. [Hunters] and [Alchemists] and [Gatherers], looking for new and rare ingredientsSaliss of Lights himself bought the immortal Ske-eels liquid at a premium for his potions. There was a fortune to be made if you had the wits or courage.

 But most kept far from The Dyed Lands. It was a kind of death. If you werent eaten by the swarms of flying midges who would devour you piece by piece, or ran afoul of one of the giant apex predators, like the teleporting cavernous maws or stumbled into a field of nts whose poison no [Healer] had ever seen beforewhy would you live there?

 Perhaps if you loved adventure. Or perhapsif you had no choice. A young man hade to The Dyed Lands. And he had lived there.

 He was an explorer. Nonot just an explorer. An [Explorer]. From Earth. He had set up a camp fifty miles into The Dyed Lands and ventured forth after wandering into the maze of a biome. He had tried to catalogue the naturalndscape. Experimented; found what was good to eat and what was poison. Set traps, hunted for food and other resources.

 And he had loved it. He had been a great [Explorer], in and no one had ever known before. But that was the thing. An [Explorer] could seek out the worlds greatest challenges. But eventually, inevitablythey came home. And he had been lost.

 Im sorry. We found his campsite justst month. I have no idea how he made it in this far. The notes look like he wastrying to get out. He was nearly at the western edge. But they got him.

 Are thereany remains?

 The woman shifted. She ducked her head as the young man read from the [Explorer]s journal.

 None Id care to share, sir. We buried what was left. It wasone of the beasts of the shining zone.

 The shining zone?

 A pause. The woman didnt know how to quite respond so she was quite formal.

 Yessir. The shining zone. The Dyed Landse in colors. The shining zone isbright. Monsters hunt by blinding each other. The damn nts make it hard enough to navigate. Some of them are big. wsfastit must have been looking for food. Went through all his traps. That was how we found him.

 Daly Sullivan looked at the journal and the pictures the [Explorer] had drawn. He might have even catalogued the monster that killed him, so detailed were his notes. He hade into this world a student of some kind. He had a notebook that had been just begun to be filled with notes for a ssand then repurposed for the task of journaling his findings.

 There were words, neat illustrationseven maps. None of which Daly could read. For, the [Explorer] from Earth hadnt been writing in English.

 The greatest [Explorer] from Earth had been Indian. Daly recognized thenguagesomewhat. It looked like Hindi, or rather, Punjabi. Daly recognized it.

 But it was not anguage the young man from Australia read. Still, the description of the bodyand the location matched up. Kirana and her group from Earth had been split up when they first appeared. Some went their own ways and the rest stuck together, toter be killed for thievery or at the hands of [Bandits]. This brave [Explorer] had wandered into The Dyed Lands and nevere out.

 Daly looked up and met the eyes of the woman who had found the [Explorer]. She wasupright. Her body erect as her long, sinuous tail curled around itself. A few Lizardpeople were part of her exploration team. But their leader was another being entirely.

 The Medusae nodded to Daly as he and the Bushrangers, the Silver-rank team who was part of the United Nationspany gathered around him and inspected the journal.

 Its miraculous he lived that long, Adventurer Daly. Your pardons, but we were shocked a Human managed to live in The Dyed Lands at all. Even my team only has a border camp. But this [Explorer] survived over five months there. He must have been a true hero of our ss. Thats all I can say of him.

 She bowed slightly. And Daly saw her head, humanoid, but filled with little moving snakes instead of hairturn towards him. He repressed a shiver.

 Thank you, [Adventurer] Mexisa.

 The Medusa woman bowed. And she was an [Adventurer]. Not like Daly and his team were, Adventurers. But a true, blue, [Adventurer]. Someone who roamed thest frontiers of the world. Like an [Explorer].

 So you found his camp. And theremains. Anything else?

 Daly looked up. Siri shifted as she nced about. They were at the edge of The Dyed Lands, and the Red Zone, or the Crimson Blend as it was known was ahead of them. Camouged nts that would attack you, predatorsrge and smand you wouldnt even see your blood among all the colors.

 Mexisa shook her head.

 Just the journals, Adventurer Daly. Well-writ they are too. Butcoded. As you can see. Awful paranoid, that [Explorer]. But beautiful illustrations. Pardon me, but I copied the illustrations and maps. He charted a vast amount of the Chalnds for us.

 Daly nodded absently. The code was just anothernguage. But the Medusa woman wouldnt know that. She had, in fact, sent out a request for someone to decipher the journal shed found. That was how Daly had picked up the information.

 Well try to decipher it. I think we might know thecode, Miss Mexisa.

 Oh. Of course. Well thenmy team and I would buy whatever notes this fellow had on the wildlife. Anything, actually. Well share it aroundus [Explorers] and [Adventurers] do. Itd be more a service to us that enter The Dyed Lands, sir.

 She bowed her head again. Mexisa wasinteresting. She was armed with a machetetwo of thembut also a shortbow and arrow, enchanted. Her Lizardfolk team were simrly kitted up, with a lot more gear than most [Warriors] wore.

 You intend to keep exploring, Miss Mexisa?

 Call me Mexy. Andof course! I live to explore ces like this. The Dyed Lands consumed an ancient empire. Not that Im a [Treasure Seeker]. But once I hit Level 40I might push for the interior, Blue Oblivion. Orgo somewhere else. The High Passes, the Bloodfieldsthis is my life.

 The Medusa smiled. Her teeth were sharp. And all of the little snakes on her head were staring at Daly. He sensed one of his teammates shiverSiriand Mexy looked at her.

 Excuse me, Captain Daly. But am I bothering your teammates?

 Not at all.

 Daly and Siri both chorused. The Swedish girl and the second-inmand gave Mexy an apologetic duck of her head.

 Sorry, Adventurer Mexy. But we have anan image? Of Medusae.

 The rest of the Bushrangers nodded as they peeked around Dalys back. Medusae. The race that could turn people to stone. Most of them knew the Greek myths. Mexy blinked, and then grinned as Daly exined.

 Stone? Ohthat. Thats just a legend. Wen exaggeration. My hair-snakes? They cant turn anyone to stone. Mine cant, at any rate. If I got the Skill, possible. But these ones are just my extra eyes. Right?

 Mexy raised a normal hand and stroked the head of one of her snakes. It rubbed her fingers, twining and staring at Daly and Siri. The young woman hesitated.

 They do notturn you to stone?

 Oh, not without a Skill. Theyre just extra eyes. See? They bite in a fight, but theyre a bit like animals connected to me. Like mini-minds. You can touch them, but gently, please.

 Siri reached out. She flinched as one of the snakes coiled around a finger, opening a tiny mouth. They had little eyes, and Daly saw some of them ncing about, keeping a vignt watch.

 Bloody amazing.

 Dawson breathed. The other young man from Australia looked Mexy up and down. The [Adventuress] was like an action hero out of the movies with her hat and clothesto cover her humanoid halfmixed with Greek legend.

 I apologize for any disrespect, Miss Mexy. My teams never met a Medusa before.

 She justughed with good humor as Daly bowed to her.

 Dont worry! Were rare among Lizardfolk. Im used to it. And dont mind my snakes, Miss Siri. They just lick you because theyre curious; they really are stupid. If they get cut off, Ill regrow them. Thats a Medusaes gifts; were not as smart as Lamias, but close, not as strong and tough as Gorgons or even Nagas, but we heal and see. Were also solitary.

 She tapped her chest and the Lizardfolk looked up at their leader with awe and respect. A Medusa, one of the Lizardfolks possible forms they could achieve.

 Daly admired Mexy too. But theyd taken up a lot of her time. And unlike Kami, or Dawson, he was spoken for. So he just nodded to Mexy and hoped none of his teammates tried to chat her up before they left.

 Once again, Adventurer Mexy, you have our thanks. I think this was one of our formerpanions who got lost.

 Poor bastard. I heard about the teleportation spell that got your lot. Im sorry it came to it tooif wed pushed in a bit further, we might have found him before the end. But thats how it goes. No one expected to find a damn camp in the Chalnds. He had a lot of traps; nearly got two of my crew.

 Mexy gestured to her exploration team. Daly nodded. No grudge here. And indeedMexy had done them a favor, asking about. His team had gotten word in Talenqual about the mysterious journal and theyd put two and two together. On a hunch theyde out this far and recovered the journal. No more would they do.

 The Dyed Lands waited ahead. The red jungle was like the Bloodfieldsat least, that was what Mexypared it to. But it was dense and within a few feet you would lose all sense of direction. A hell of confusion. Daly would never enter it willingly.

 Something made a thunderous growling sound in the distance. Daly tensed and his team raised their crossbows. Mexy held up one hand as she reached for her bow.

 Hold. If its the Eatswarmswe run. If its a Charging Leomouthwe fight. Cant outrun those fast things.

 Her team whirled. Daly looked around. Siri reached for something at her side. A bag of holding. And in ita weapon that could probably wipe out even one of The Dyed Landsrger monsters.

 A ck-powder bomb. But it didnte out. The growling sound came again, more distant. Mexy lowered her hand and everyone rxed.

 Must be hunting further away from us. Were clear.

 Daly nodded to his team. They rxed. They had melee weapons and powerful crossbows that even Mexys team were admiring. Dawson himself had a crossbow that was closer to a ballistait had two hand-cranks and needed a special contraption to even reload that Paige had worked up. But it could shoot through almost anything, and it had an urate range of 97 meterswhich was, in American320 feet.

 Even so, Daly wasnt willing to take his team into The Dyed Lands. He nodded to Mexy.

 Thank you for selling us his possessions.

 It wasnt much more than the journal, but the Medusa had handed it over for a reasonable finders fee. Steepbut not exorbitant. Daly nodded as he tucked the journal away in his bag of holding. Mexy smiled.

 Frankly, Adventurer Daly, Wistram offered more than you and were very interested in the journal. They actually sent envoys even when I told them Id be selling to another buyer. You beat them by two days.

 The Silver-rank Captain blinked. He tensed slightly and felt the rest of his team stiffen. He tried to address Mexy casually.

 Really?

 She nodded, looking only vaguely interested.

 They love stuff like this. But I figured it was best to sell to yourpany. Wistram caninif my team isnt on expedition.

 She smiled, as her hair-snakes hissed, expressing their contempt. Daly looked at her.

 Why did you sell the journal to us then, Miss Mexy?

 The [Adventuress] paused. And she looked keenly at Daly. And then she smiled.

 The Last Light of Baleros is in yourpany. Andits a she, right?

 Daly hesitated. And he felt a pang in his stomach. But he nodded, as it all clicked suddenly.

 Thats right.

 Then theres your answer.

 The Medusa explorer bowed slightly. And she and her team looked at Dalys Bushrangers. Mexisa spoke, thoughtfully, looking at the distant Dyed Lands.

 An [Adventurer]es down with all sorts of mdies. I figure its worth any goodwill if ites to that. Not that I n on getting sick or poisoned or hurt that badly, butI hope youll remember my name if it does.

 Of course. We owe you a favor. And we wont forget it.

 That was what she wanted to hear. Mexy smiled. She turned, gesturing at her team.

 Then we wont take up your time. Sorry again for your loss, sir.

 She bowed, and her team headed back to their base camp. Daly stood, holding the journal and the few items the young man from India had kept. A makeshift bowa faded pocket knife which had helped him skin animals. A few jars of his experimental findings.

 Nothing more. Another person from Earth had died. And Daly and his team had found them toote.

 Damn.

 That was all Daly said as they returned to the Centaur-wagons waiting to take them away. It was a bit of a walk; the Centaurs had refused to get close to The Dyed Lands no matter how well they were paid. Daly lost his smile as he walked.

 And the Bushrangers, his team, walked around him.

 Poor bastard.

 That was all Dawson said. He was carrying the huge crossbow on his shoulders. Daly nodded.

 Brave bastard, though, Dawson. A right hero. If only hed made it out.

 It say anything you can read, boss?

 Tobi put that in, ncing at the journal. Daly leafed through it.

 Some of the stuff makes sense. But its all inHindi. Pretty sure Kirana might be able to trante it. Or one of the girls.

 The Indian girls from the United Nationspany. Daly put the journal away. His team walked in silence, keeping their footsteps quiet even out of The Dyed Lands. On the alert.

 They were Silver-rank adventurers. And used to moving silent in terrain. The Bushrangers werent Gold-rank, but only for their arms and style; they tended to ambush their opponents and shoot them to pieces with crossbows. They were doing very well for a Silver-rank team and ever since partnering with The Rustless Vanguard, they were one of the best non-Gold teams in their area.

 Mainly because their tactics were designed for maximum safety on the part of the adventurers. The Bushrangers could ambush an opponent from the trees,y down traps,sand if the opponent was toughthey had the bombs.

 But that was the issue. Daly was silent until Siri spoke up.

 Funny that Miss Mexy gave us the journal over Wistram because of Geneva. The Last Light of Baleros. Everyone knows her name, right, Daly?

 Yeah.

 The Captain replied shortly. Daly saw the Centaurs and the wagons waiting ahead. They brightened as they saw the Bushrangers and began to hitch themselves to the wagons. Siri went on, ncing at Daly as the rest of the team nced at him.

 You didnt mention that Geneva would rather kick you into The Dyed Lands and leave you there, Daly.

 No, Siri. I thought that might not help our case.

 Shame.

 The Bushrangers looked from Daly to Siri. Dawson opened his mouth, but Kami elbowed him. In silence, they boarded the wagons. And Daly sat.

 Any orders, Mister Daly?

 No, we got what we came here for. Thanks, Bault. Pihava.

 The two Centaurs grinned at him. They were the two Runners whom Daly and his team had made friends with; they were often the go-tos for his team.

 No sweat, Daly. You found that Human you were all excited about? Where is he?

 Noting. We didnt get there in time.

 Oh. Uhsorry.

 The two Centaurs looked at each other. Silently, they began pulling the wagon forwards. Daly felt it jolt into motion as the Bushrangers settled themselves. He kept looking at the journal.

 Another Earther, lost. And he had been brave, resourceful; just the sort of person who could survive in another world. But there was only so much you could do alone, against monsters Earth had never witnessed.

 Daly leaned back. He looked at some illustrations in the notebook and nched. The [Explorer] had illustrated his height next to one diagram.

 Dead gods, that things the size of a hill. Dawson, look at that.

 The other Australians nced at the page. Dawson swore.

 Good thing we didnt run into that. How do we take that thing down? How does anyone?

 Most people? Spells. Or a Level 50+ [Warrior] with a magic sword and half a day. Us nowwe just need a lot of powder.

 Daly spoke absently. He saw Siri look sharply at him. But the other Bushrangers just nodded. Daly sat back. That was what weapons from Earth were for. You could send a tankpany against monsters from this world and itd be a fair fight. That was what bombs were for.

 ButGeneva didnt see it that way. Daly put his head back. If hed told Mexy the truthit would be that Geneva would treat the Medusa because she treated everyone, free of charge if she need be. She was a saintbut a prickly one. And she hated Dalys guts. Had hated them for thest few weeks.

 The young man from Australia sat back in the wagon. He had made his choice. His finger twitched, though he held no crossbow as he closed his eyes. Anywayshe kept out of Genevas way these days. And for all her objections, this was his team.

 Shehad bigger problems anyways.

 -

 The Dyed Lands rested to the south of Baleros, the mighty continent of jungles, snow, beaches, and everything in between.

 But mostly jungles and nts. Long trade-roads connected cities which had eradicated the wilderness, but Baleros could easily be said to be the most untamed of the five continents. Rhir of course had the blight, and Chandrar the deserts, but vegetation ruled Baleros as much as thepanies.

 It took four days for the Bushrangers to return to their home city, and that was with the Centaurs using stamina potions and their own speed-Skills. The others lived and slept in the wagons, heckling each other, crowding around to watch a rerun of a movie on a tiny smartphone screenpassing the time.

 They were headed home. To Talenqual, a port-city, small to medium-sized, ruled by The Featherfolk Brigade, a mercenarypany which had seized the city and area and kept control of it to this day.

 The United Nationspany was, by contrast, far smaller. But it had expanded significantly sinceing to Talenqual and could now be said to be part of the city. It did not have much firepower aspanies went; it was small in number and devoted only to finding more people from Earth and sheltering them.

 But it had individuals of note. The Last Light of Baleros being one of them. Geneva Sc, the [Doctor] who had made her legend on the bloodiest of battlefields, saving lives. Kenjiro Murata, their [Diplomat] who had made peace between many species.

 Luan Khumalo, the [Expert Rower] and former Olympian hopeful, already known as The Rower of Talenqual, a respected City Runner not least for his part in the Games at Daquin.

 Andst and perhaps least, especially in Genevas eyes, Daly Sullivan and his Bushrangers, a Silver-rank team that specialized in intercepting monsters and other threats.

 They were a good group. Of various disciplines and personalities. But none of them were high-level. Except for perhaps Geneva Sc. And it was she who drew the eye. Her nameand the name of theirpany.

 The United Nations Company. What a boast. What a farce, depending on how you looked at it. It was a bold name. An odd one. It spoke to anyone who heard it and was from Earth, though. Of another world. It was a rallying point and it had already attracted other people from Earth.

 And more than thatattention from afar. The Titan of Baleros consulted his notes on the smallpany. And there werent many. Oh, the United Nations Company got notes because of the Last Light, but little else. They were a tinypany no one paid attention to but for the [Doctor].

 And that was how he liked it. The Fraerling sighed as he sipped from a teacup. He found it was running low and dunked it in, what was for him, a bucket of tea.

 A thimble for his students. But Niers had a rtionship with caffeine. And Marian and Umina, standing in front of his desk, were used to the Professors idiosyncrasies.

 You want us to go to Talenqual, Professor?

 Marian spoke cautiously. She shuffled her hooves, careful not to bump the table Niers was sitting on. The Titan nced up from his notes.

 Yes, Marian. You and Umina were my first pick, honestly. You can refuse of course, but summer sses are sporadic and Wil and the others are already on their vacation.

 And Yerra.

 Umina sniffed. Marians head bowed. Niers paused.

 Yes. They areupied. But I do not teach many sses. I have a job for you two, as Iid out. If you would take it

 He said nothing more of Yerran, or Wil, or the events at sea. They had discussed it already at length in ss. Marian hesitated.

 Yes, Professor. I just dont understand why it should be us. WeI mean, Umina and I are [Strategists]. But were not Miss Perorn. Orany of your people.

 By that, the Centaur meant the Forgotten Wing Companys vast lists of assets. Niers nodded.

 Youre dancing, Marian.

 Sir?

 Youre asking why I dont sent apany, or one of my best [Commanders] to investigate The Last Light of Baleros. Wellperhaps because I like to be subtle.

 Thenwhy not a [Spy], sir?

 The Titans lips rose. He smirked around his report as he read from a copy of The Passian Times, downscaled to his size. Rather like Olesms newsletter, actually, only it was about all news in general. He grunted as he read.

 Perhaps because some of my opponents watch [Spies], Marian. Moreso than my students, even. Therees a time in a [Strategist]s lifeand I dearly hope you will one day understand what I meanwhen one bes so feared that people watch your every move. I cant go to the bathroom without rming Tulm.

 Umina cut short a snigger. Marian hid a smile. Niers went on.

 Why my students? Wellconsider it an exercise. Id like you two to investigate Miss Geneva Sc. A [Doctor] of her level is an asset. And she is tackling this Yellow Rivers disease.

 Both students made faces. Niers looked up.

 I know. But I consider it more than just aninconvenience. It is affectingnds under my domain, or adjacent, and as well as Maelstroms Howling. It has the potential to be worse.

 The Centauress sobered up at once.

 I see, Professor. Butwell

 Yes?

 The Titan looked kindly at her. The Centauress opened and shut her mouth.

 But dont you think that sending two of your best students would attract attention as well, sir?

 That was what she didnt ask. Because Niers had obviously thought about it. And if he hadntwellhow embarrassing, right? The Centauress shuffled her hooves and the Fraerling seemed to take it for uncertainty.

 Just investigate. As I saidyou can lure her over to mypany, and I certainly have a purse for you. But I do understand you two are new to the job of subterfuge. Do your best. I have faith in you two.

 The two female students blushed at thepliment. Umina swished her tail, looking at Niers. She didnt ask an obvious question. She wanted to be the one to ask the special one.

 And herpany, Professor? Do we acquire them too?

 Niers head rose. He gave Umina a nk look and she hesitated.

 If thats what it takes to recruit Miss Sc, yes, Umina. But theyre not exactlyelite.

 The Lizardgirl ducked her head and nodded. And she kicked herself for assuming. Niers regarded her, nced down at his papers.

 And he was lying to them. His beloved students looked at each other and Marian bowed.

 Well head to Talenqual right away, sir! And well be as subtle as possible.

 Im sure. And I have the utmost faith in you, Marian, Umina.

 The Titan put his newspaper down. He saw Marian smile eagerly, Umina nce at his face, searching. But he let nothing slip. The two bowed. And Niers watched Marian slowly back up, so as to be able to turn about.

 Centaur [Spies]. Oh, the world had many jokes, but Niers wouldugh hard at that one. Not that Centaurs couldnt be [Spies]. But Marian trying to be stealthy hurt his lungs.

 Still, they were gone. Niers sighed. And though Umina had tried, she hadnt figured out his real intentions.

 The United Nationspany.

 The Titan murmured. They wereprised entirely of Humans. All of a certain age range. Allfrom another world.

 That was his supposition. He wanted them. Butas hed told Marian, lying by telling the truth, his opponents watched him like hawks. If he sent apany to Talenqual, the Featherfolk Brigade might take it as an act of war. And Tulm might damn well attack his escort depending on how important he thought Niers assets were.

 Anyways, Marian. The point of sending you two is to be subtle. And I know youll stick out like a sore thumb. Umina might do well. But let me apologize in advance. Wellyoull adapt. And Ill show youter how I nned it out in advance. If it works, of course.

 The Titan murmured to the ceiling. Then he took another gulp of tea.

 Lord Astoragon? The two [Strategists] have left. Should I bring our guests out of the anteroom now?

 Niers smiled as he waved a hand.

 Send them in, Peclir.

 He sat up. And after a momentafter Marian and Umina had left, on their solo, very important mission for the Professor, Niers saw a pair of his students enter the room. They were both visibly excited, but doing their best to appear professional.

 Professor. You had anassignment for us?

 The Titan nodded gravely.

 Please, sit, Kissilt, Cameral. Take the two reports I have on the desk.

 Marian and Umina had helpfully left them there. The Drake and Duhan sat down, looking at each other. Niers began for the fourth time.

 You two are the first two of my students I had in mind for this assignment. Its a rather simple task, really. Investigate a unique individual. One Geneva Sc, known as the Last Light of Baleros

 Kissilts eyes gleamed. Cameral was hesitant. The two sat in front of Niers. Almost trembling with excitement as Niers gave them his unique and very secret assignment.

 He felt bad, he really did. But hed sent three pairs after Geneva Sc already. And thisst, the fourth, would ensure that his opponents saw just another assignment.

 And his students would certainly not leak the information to each other. Theyd all been given stipends, simr-yet-different assignments. One of them would procure the [Doctor]. Orfailing thatfind out what Niers so desperately wanted.

 You can trust in us, Professor. Cameral and I are the height of discretion. I learned espionage at Manus. I meanI had some studies there.

 Kissilt, the Drake, smiled. Niers wanted to roll his eyes. Drake subterfugewell, okay, they did sabotage well, but they were as bad at it as Centaurs, despite being smaller. Cameral nowthe Duhan only bowed as he fastened his head to his shoulders.

 I will do my utmost, Professor.

 I know, Cameral,d. Just be discreet as you can. Im not expecting miracles.

 Niers smiled as the Duhan student bowed his head slightly. And he sighed as they left the room.

 Poor kids. If they run into each other and assume its my trick, that works. If they all work against each other, that works. But bring me that [Doctor]. And herpany.

 From what he understood, Geneva Sc wouldnt abandon herpany, especially if they werelike her. The Titan sat back.

 He could have gone himself. Taken a damn army to Talenqual and sacked the city. And hed almost been tempted to do that, if it wouldnt rm all his enemies. He could have asked his spiesother agents.

 But this worked. And if it worked well? He might have months of time on the other Great Companies and his enemies to learn and n ahead. Tipping his hand in any major way meant an arms race at once. Information and time won wars.

 And honestly, Niers had chosen it because it was somewhathands-off. He would let his intelligent, young students loose and support them as need be. But he could rx and attend to important matters.

 And what was more important, pray tell, than another world? A [Doctor] with revolutionary Skills or skills? Nothing.

 Or, for the Titan, one thing. He slowly unraveled a tiny, worn bit of parchment. It had arrived only yesterday, and it was already crinkled.

 It read simply this:

 The Gentlemen Callers are in Liscor. Awaiting further instructions.

 The Titans hands shook as he put the roll of paper down on the table. He inspected it. Thensighing, he reached for the artifact and wrote back. And every thought he had left, all of his genius, was focused on one thing.

 Obsession. Hope. Spection.

 Her.

 Investigate the [Innkeeper]. Code as follows for chess board. Knight to E6, Pawn to A1

 

 The Titan sat in his office after the message was sent. Sooner orter, he would know. Compared to thateven another worlds allure was faint.

 Love was a terrible thing. The same side of the coin as obsession. If it was hercould she see the same maddening shape of the world he could? The ws in armies? Could she take a nation to pieces with her mind? Niers Astoragon wished. To meet someone who could keep up with him. Noleave him behind.

 So the Titan of Baleros waited, in his lonely citadel. A towering colossus, held prisoner by his enemys paranoid fear of his might. Drinking tea.

 -

 Four dayster, Daly stretched as he left the wagon atst. His legs hurt, despite having stretched them out. It wasnt as bad as an airne. But he still rejoiced in being able to stand.

 Pihava, Bault. Thanks again.

 Yeah! You blokes do good work! Next time well pull you!

 Dawson jumped out of the wagon. The Centaursughed good-naturedly. They caught the tip Daly tossed; theyd already been paid through the guild. The Bushrangers looked at each other.

 Home?

 Siri queried Daly. He looked around. Someone was waiting for him, shyly pretending to look the other way. He shook his head.

 Go on without me, Siri. Take the Bushrangers back. Illcatch up.

 The Swedish girl sighed. But she saw Daly walking forwards. And the Duhan, Captain Edima of the Rustless Guard, happened to notice him. She smiled as she fastened her head to her shoulders.

 Bastard. Runs off for his girl the first thing.

 Dawson grunted, but good-naturedly. One of the Bushrangers punched his shoulder.

 Dont be jealous.

 Me? Hes the one bumping uglies with a suit of arm

 Half the team kicked him before one of the Duhans walking down the street could take offense. Siri nced over her shoulder at Daly and Edima.

 It wasa likely pairing, actually. The Duhan Captain and Daly had joined their teams together to take on more dangerous assignments. And Edima had fancied Daly since his rescue of her team from the giant serpents.

 It made sense. Siri sighed as she adjusted the crossbow strapped to her back. The leather was cutting into one shoulder. She needed a morefortable harness. Maybe Kirana could stitch it up?

 Nor did she really begrudge Daly from returning to the base. He wasnot wee there. Not recently. The Bushrangers themselves were under scrutiny, Siri included, but Daly was the target of wrath.

 The United Nationspany was in Talenqual, the bustling, predominantly Lizardfolk city. You could see the Featherfolk Brigades forces supplementing the local watchthose not on campaign, that was. Imposing Nagas or even the towering Gorgons slithered down the street.

 A few were Quexals, like the leader of the Featherfolk Brigade. But most were moremon forms of Lizardfolk evolutions. The Bushrangers walked wide of them; they didnt want to start a fight with the much more powerful Featherfolk Brigade.

 Ah. Home sweet home!

 Aldenon called out as he pointed. Siris heart leapt as they turned down the street and came to the residential district just off the main street where the Centaurs had stopped the wagon.

 The United Nationspany was bigger than before. They now hadand this was a huge stepfour houses. All of themrge, and set next to each other. Given that it was Talenqual, the houses were practically side-by-sideLizardfolk didnt mind being squeezed together.

 But they were nice houses. And leased for the next four months. Someone had even put a sign over the left-most house.

 The United Nations Company. Siri smiled and led her team to the left-most door. She rattled the doorknob, frowned.

 Locked?

 Thats new. Maybe everyones out?

 Tofte frowned. He hammered on the door. Thepanys headquarters was almost always full of people,ing off their jobs, working different hours

 No one opened the door. Siri frowned.

 No help for it. Try the other doors?

 They were all locked. The Bushrangers looked at each other. Siri frowned.

 Odd. Try the windows. Get ready.

 She circled around the headquarters, warily now. Dawson cursed.

 And the boss isnt here. Weapons out, Siri?

 The street wascalm. Siri reached for her crossbow. Like herpanionsshed fought before. The Bushrangers were a division of the United Nationspany that went intobat. Who could handle shooting someone in cold blood. Very few of them had volunteered.

 Not yet. But hands on your weapons.

 She eased the long dagger in its sheathe, ready to draw it. Siri was going around to the side window, which she knew was open almost all the time

 Yes, it was open still. The Swedish girl sighed in relief. She motioned the others after her. She reached for the window as Dawson cupped his hands to boost her up

 Dont move. Back away or well shoot.

 A voice from above. Siri froze. Two of the Bushrangers swung up their crossbows instantly, pping bolts into ce. They moved with a [Warrior]s reflexes. There was an oath from above.

 Damn! Dont shoot! Its the Bushrangers! Lower your crossbows, mates! Its us!

 ke?

 A New Zender poked his head out the windows. Instantly, the Bushrangers lowered their weapons, removing the bolts. ke sighed.

 Damn! We nearly shot you, Siri! Didnt you learn to knock?

 No one answered the door! What are you doing?

 Siri stared up at a pair of crossbows poking out the windows. They were a sleeker design than the ones she and the Bushrangers were using. keone of the newer Earthers that the United Nationspany had taken inshouted down.

 Being careful! We had a group try and break in and beat up Luan again! Hold onlet us get the door.

 By the time the Bushrangers came around the front, the door was open. Kirana spotted them.

 There you are! Did you find someone from home? Where is Daly?

 Her face was rmed. Siri waved one hand.

 Edima found him. We foundwell exinter. Come on. Whats this about an attack?

 Oh. That. More people after Luans bounty. He is resting. Come in,e in!

 Kirana, the [House Manager], a young woman from India, waved the Bushrangers through the door. She eyed their boots and clothing and blocked Siri.

 Carpet.

 Oh, right. Hey, disrobe!

 Siri shouted at the others. They groaned, but stripped their boots off, cing the dirty apparel on the racks next to the entryway. Theyd never have bothered in the old headquarters. It had been a nice ce, but franklybuggy. Dirty, and a bit porous. It had leaked when it rained.

 But the new headquarters was nice. Cool, even! Siri breathed a sigh of relief as Kirana swept forwards. There was a shout from above. ke came down the stairs.

 Look at you all! Wheres Daly? Did you find anyone? Hey! The Bushrangers are back!

 He turned and bellowed. Kirana winced. But there was a shout from the adjoining house. People flooded through one of the connecting doors that Miss Hastel had allowed them to install. And then the Bushrangers and Siri found themselves in a sea of questions.

 Youre back! Do you have souvenirs?

 What were The Dyed Lands like? Do you have any dyes? Were making clothing and we could actually use some that dont cost

 Pictures? Dawson, wheres my camera? If youve broken it

 The Earther! Was it just a hoax or?

 Anyone seen my socks? Theyre the good socks! Come on, I know someone took them!

 People from Australia, Greece, Indiake from New Zend, a small group from Italy, Americans, a pair of Chinese students desperately trying to trante everythingpeople flooded around the Bushrangers. Laughing, they tried to exin. Siri, more sober, looked at Kirana.

 A time ago, the young woman from India would have been new. But new were now the Grecian group, and the Chinese students who had been found apprenticing as [Alchemists]. Now, the [House Manager] pped her hands. She had leveled up. And hers was a voice of authority.

 Everyone! Please let the Bushrangers eat! We will have time to answer questions <emter! You are hungry, arent you?

 The mostly Australian team shouted their affirmative.

 Bloody starving! Wheres the food?

 Dawson looked around. Kirana smiled and pointed.

 Right there.

 And it was being taken out of the kitchen by some of the [Housekeepers], [Cleaners], and members of the group assigned to keeping up the headquarters. Siri smelled spices in the air and fresh bread and her stomach rumbled.

 The food was predominantly from India, as Kirana managed the kitchens and when she cooked, it was food she knew. The Bushrangers found themselves sitting down and talking.

 We were toote. There was someone, but hedied. A monster got him. Hested for five months. And we think he was from your group, Kirana. Take a look.

 The young womans face fell. She took the worn, dirty journal and flipped it open. She gasped.

 Oh.

 Do you know him? We couldnt read it.

 The Bushrangers exchanged looks. Kirana nodded, her face pale.

 This isDev. He decided to leave rather than stay. See?

 She pointed. The name was written, but again, not in English. Siri put down the naan bread shed been about to dip in a sauce, appetite suppressed for a moment.

 Im sorry. Hested five months. A real [Explorer]. Can you read that?

 Of course. It sayshe is writing about how he left our group. This is a journal.

 Yeah. If you could read through it, trante itit might be worth something. Maybe he found something in the jungle; we have some of his stuff.

 Kirana was nodding. Siri looked around.

 IsGeneva here? Ken? Paige?

 She named the other three heads of thepany. Some of the founders. Kirana looked wary.

 Geneva ison holiday. Ken is out, two cities over. Trying to convince an [Alchemist] to make penicillin.

 Fuck. We dont have any yet?

 Dawson looked up, disgruntled. Kirana shook her head.

 Paige is upstairs. I will tell her youre here. But theres also

 The Bushrangers! Hello!

 A voice shouted from the stairs leading up to the second floor. Siri looked up and broke into a grin. A South African man was leaning over the balcony. Luan, one of the oldest members of thepany strode down the stairs. And the Bushrangers shot to their feet.

 Luan! You made it back?

 More like I havent left for a bit! Ive taken a six-day break. I had to stay herethe bountys attracting more idiots than I can count and business was slow

 The [Expert Rower] pped the Bushrangers on the back, ignoring their travel stains and smell. The Bushrangers wereughing as the rest of the Earthers crowded around. Many were missingmostly, the ones whod been with thepany longest. They had jobs and woulde back by dinner, orter.

 But Luan was asking about the missing Earther the Bushrangers had been going to find and Kirana was paging through the journal and eximing at the oundish monsters illustrated there. The [Explorer], Dev, had possessed an illustration Skill so they were unnaturally well-done. Siri was asking about the bounty

 When someone else opened the door. Paige walked into the room. The [ckpowder Engineer] saw the Bushrangers. And everyone turned to her.

 I heard amotion.

 The young woman spoke into the sudden silence. Siri smiled, but she was one of the only ones. Half of the roomlooked away from Paige. As they would have if Daly hade back. The other half, the Bushrangers included, nodded at Paige. But the tension was there and real.

 Paige. Come on over.

 Luan waved Paige over, smiling and ignoring the underlying current. Some of the others actually got up and left as Paige walked over. She saw, and hesitated.

 Illcatch upter. Over dinner? Siri, anyone hurt? Daly?

 No.

 Siri replied steadily, ignoring the res his name provoked. Paige nodded. She met a few simmering gazes coolly.

 I have new crossbow designs done. Pick them up before you go anywhere. Alsowe might need security on Luan. Hell exin.

 She turned and left. The door closed and Siri felt the room rx. She looked around and saw Luan sigh. Dawson looked about as he reached for a pot of food.

 Wee home. How was it, Dawson? Bloody fucking awful mate, thanks for asking. We had to fight some monsters on the outskirts of The Dyed Lands and that was no jaunt. Hells! Thanks for doing that, Dawson! Youre wee. Someone pass the rice.

 -

 The United Nationspany was split. And even Ken couldnt fix it. As Siri washed herself, carefully enjoying the hot water someone had to haul from a well to their building and then heat, she felt it in the headquarters.

 Thepany wasrger than ever. More people from Baleros were being found with each week. Ortheir remains. But theyd expanded, and they had gold. Lots of it, actually.

 Well, for a given amount. As adventurers, the Bushrangers were still poor. And the United Nations Company was simrly insolvent by that standard. But if you measured by theypersons ie?

 They were doing well. Well enough to afford good meat, food, four nice houses (even if Miss Hastel, the Centauress [Landy] was giving them a discount), and a lot of amenities.

 Even a [Repair] spell from one of their new [Mages]. Myron, from Greece. The United Nationspany had lightingsomeone had actually installed a shlight in one area, just hanging from the ceiling since it was free light so long as you cast [Repair] on it. They hadptops for movies, which were on rotation that everyone shared, bug-free housing, beds for all

 And they were divided. The Bushrangers enjoyed a good wee, because they were hard-workers who pulled in a lions share of coin for thepany. Paige and Dalydid not.

 They bore most of the me, even though Siri was always burningly aware of the charge of ck powder that Paige had given her. It could and had blown uprger monsters; it was weaker than modern explosives from Earth, but it was still capable of tearing stone or hides apart.

 And that bothered some people. Anyone from Earth who was leery about bringing well, firearms to this world. Who saw that was going from self-defense or the need to make money like the Bushrangers did to importing dangerous technologies.

 And none more so than Geneva Sc. She hated the weapons. And half of the United Nationspany was on her side. The other half saw it as necessary, or, if not okay, understandable. You needed bombs to kill an Adult Creler.

 But both sides were split. And that night, Siri found herself eating with Paige and a smaller group, not including Luan; some of the Bushrangers were eating with what would be Genevas side.

 Daly hadnte back yet. He, as the instigator of the entire split, was aware of the rift he caused, and stayed with Edima, who was aware of the schism, but blissfully unaware of the details.

 Some of the others want me to stop producing the bombs. But I generate ck powder every day. Thats my Skill. BesidesI agree with Daly. Even if I think we should have told Geneva. At least no ones tried to sabotage me. Mainly because they might upset the ck powder. Thats what I hint, anyways, although I have it safely stored.

 Paige was speaking to Siri. The Swedish girl rolled her shoulders. She was still ufortable herself. It had been months since the reveal. And still

 How are you dealing with Daly?

 Were not happy. But we settled it.

 Siri folded her arms. Paige nodded. Daly keeping the secret about the bombs so long was what Siri had been most annoyed by. Paige hesitated.

 Anyways. Thats not something that should overshadow your return. Im sorry we missed that [Explorer]. What was his name?

 Dev.

 The Australian woman hesitated.

 Well add it to the list.

 The others looked up. The List. Ken had proposed it. It was a listthe definitive list as best they could make itof everyone from Earth.

 Living and dead. Ages, nameshomesand next of kin. Even phone numbers, email addresses. In case someone got home. Or in case someone found it.

 It was reassuring, in some way. Horrible in another. Not that Siri thought about her family much. Not unless

 The Swedish girl found herself lifting something. Her arm. The inside of it was tattooed with silver. The names of her family. Her brother.

 Sometimes she forgot she had a brother. Siri stared at it as Paige averted her eyes, digging into the food. Luan had a tattoo just like it, in gold. It was a growing trend among some of thepany. Tattooing the names so that they wouldnt forget.

 So. Luans back. Hes resting up. Sorry about the locked doors. But ke and some of the others are keeping a guard out.

 Siri nced up.

 We need a guard? For what? Crime?

 No, Luan. You know that bounty? Words gotten out. He cant walk down the street without a few [Toughs] threatening to beat him up. They wont tangle with our crossbows, but some of them even try to attack his boat at the harbor. Its locked away, butdamn that Xol or whoever it was.

 Siri grimaced. So did Paige. For whatever reason, Xol of the Iron Vanguard had possessed an unusual grudge against Luan after the events of Daquin. Enough to put a fifty-gold bounty on Luans head. Not to kill himbut to beat him up and trash his boat.

 Its getting to the point where Luans been suggesting we let them rough him up. But we dont know how serious theyll get. Thest group had knives out; Kirana chased them off with a crossbow.

 The Swedish girlughed and choked on her food. Paige grinned, but she was worried.

 Anyways, the Runners Guild wont remove the bounty. No one wants to offend The Iron Vanguard. But were keeping Luan with bodyguards. No one wants to make an open enemy of Geneva either, so its only idiots and desperate people. For now.

 The [Ranger] nodded. Siri shifted in her chair as Paige brought out something. A hand-crossbow, small, but made of steel. And wood, but the bow was spring steel. One of the Bushrangers whistled.

 Nasty.

 Ive upped the range and punching power. This hand-crossbow isnt one of the torsion ones that the Greek-lot helped me make; Im still improving it. But we might actually be able to mount a mini-ballista on a wagon. Ill let you know. Quallets bought three dozen already.

 Howre Gravetenders Fist doing these days?

 Paige smiled as Siri investigated the crossbow.

 Well. Theyre healthy, which is better than some otherpanies. They won a battle. Crossbows at range; the enemy never even closed. Quallet pays for my new designs.

 The United Nationspany had many sources of ie. The people working jobs, but alsoPaiges crossbows. Luans deliveries. The Bushrangers missions. But also, and disconcertingly, the primary ie was

 And weve actually got the manufacturing up tospeed. Were pulling in gold for Genevas condoms. If you can believe it, it was more than you hauled inst month. And her clinic is earning tons of money

 The others groaned orughed. Siri shook her head. That was her. Geneva. The Last Light of Baleros. Say what you would about the othersshe was their icon. People didnt make enemies of theirpany because of her. They did favors, like Mexy, because of her reputation.

 The Last Light of Baleros. The only [Doctor] from Earth. Geneva Sc.

 Siri paused. It urred to her she hadnt seen Geneva.

 Is she still working at the clinic?

 Paige shook her head. But thenGeneva stayed away from her. She bit her lip, and then shook her head.

 Shes spending all of her time in the clinic. Doing C-sections, teaching the [Midwives], healing anyone whoes inbut also tending to the Yellow Rivers patients. Theyre growing in number. Geneva is getting really worried this is an epidemic. The bacteriamutated across all her patients. Its not just sex, now.

 Siri put down her fork. She looked at Paige, worried.

 And if it is?

 Geneva is trying to find penicillin. Shes also going to talk with the leader of the Featherfolk BrigadeFezimet. Tomorrow. You can ask her if she gets back. If shesleeps. She doesnt, sometimes. Shes driving herself into a wall.

 She needs to rest.

 The second-inmand of the Bushrangers murmured. Shed seen Geneva at work. Or rxing. Siri had seen stones being smashed by waves on the beach who rxed better than Geneva. She worked herself to the bone and beyond.

 Maybe we should talk to her. If she knows Daly came back she might shout at him. Orshe would want to see the [Explorer]s diary. There may be something he found that was useful.

 To Siris surprise, Paige did smile at that. She shook her head slightly.

 Dont worry. Geneva is on a holiday. Today, at least.

 You gave her a holiday? With people getting sick?

 What Geneva was that? The Geneva that Siri knew would work without sleep if someone had sprained a foot. But Paige just sighed.

 The other Geneva.

 Oh.

 Of course. Siri nodded slowly; even the others didnt know. But she did.

 The other Geneva. That Geneva had changedtoo.

 -

 It was a very funny thing. They knew that Geneva hated violence. She hated the idea of bombs for the same reason she hated anything that would kill people. Injure people in the ways that haunted her sleep. Because she had sworn an oath.

 But it was wrong to say that Geneva Sc hated weapons. She would use any possible one that was offered to her, that she could grab. And she fought her war, a terrible war against the kind of foe that never gave up or relented.

 It was a bitter war. And she fought it alone.

 Alone. She hadallies. But there were things they could help her with. And things only she could do. Most of them didnt even see the problem. They called it a troublesome disease, but they didnt worry. As if you could contain a gue with words.

 No, no. There was only her. And she worked from dawn to dusk, counting time only by when she worked by magical light or by daylight. Time had lost meaning for her.

 Time had lost all meaning. Geneva Sc sat in a room. It was

 A room. Describing it was beyond hard. You couldnt talk about the light.

 Because there was no light. There were no shadows.

 There was no floor. Geneva was sitting. But here was no chair.

 There were no walls.

 And yet it was a box. A room. There was only her. And her thoughts.

 But what clear thoughts. What vivid imagery. Geneva Sc could see Talenqual, flickers of memory piecing together to give her an aerial view, like when shed stood on the top of one of Talenquals buildings and looked around. She could see the city.

 There. And there. And there.Brothels. Infection spots.

 The [Doctor] whispered. Marking the spots in her memory perfectly. Knowing where they were, how to get there. She spoke, but there was no sound. No air in this room either.

 She wasnt breathing. This was just thought. Perfect, clearGeneva was doing calctions in her head effortlessly. Sums of money, using up the budget she had, recalcting it, finding out how many [Alchemists] she could hire, how much it would cost to scale up production.

 Have to check the petri dish.

 Another thought. Geneva anchored it in her mind so she wouldnt forget. It was soconvenient here. She could think about thinking. Memory was easily essible to her; she could rey images,pare Yellow Rivers patients and the way they differed in minute detail.

 It was the kind of Skill another person from her world would give so much for. Someone conducting research, for instance, mathematiciansGenevas mind was clear.

 And yetthere was one thing she didnt control. It was likewellto hera television screen.

 An all-epassing one, though. If Geneva looked at it, she was there. Seeing throughher eyes. If she tried, she could taste. Hear.

 Nom. Nom. Nali-sticks. Love them.

 The voice was hers. And not hers. Geneva Sc watched. Then she directed her attention towards finding solutions outside of a vine. She was doing calctions, remembering her notes from a single lesson on gue statistics in clear detail

 Huh.

 The [Doctor] nced up. She wason holiday. Yes, on holiday. Or at least, that was what Paige thought. The truth was moreplex. Geneva peered at something, tapped on the television screen.

 Okasha. What are you doing?

 Geneva giggled. She felt herself speaking in a higher-pitched voice. Even her face feltdifferent. The muscles were being used differently.

 Soyou were there? During the battle with the [Strategists]? And the Swords of Serept? Really?

 The female [Storm Sailor]ughed and her two mates grinned.

 Sure were. We sail under Lord Seagrassmand. Hell of a fight. We were battling those damn Bloodtear Pirates, but

 Tap, tap. Geneva saw/felt herself raise a mug, swallow. Alcohol rushed through her system, that bitter, lovely intoxication.

 Okasha. I have work tonight.

 Her voice wasnt a voice at all. And shewas leaning forwards.

 Can you tell me more about

 Okasha!

 I hear you! Shut up, shut up! This is my time! And Im trying to getuslucky!

 A voice snapped back. It came from the entire room. Geneva frowned.

 No. Sex. We agreed on that. Anyone could have the Yellow Rivers disease. Okasha

 Fine! Shutupshutup! Go away! I still have an hour left!

 And then the projection of Geneva in the actual world vanished. Geneva blinked. She tried to make ite back.

 But this was not her Skill.

 Okasha. What are you doing? I cant see.

 Fine! Let me be!

 Geneva saw the viewpoint appear again. Her flirting with the [Storm Sailors] was much more subdued, and they had picked up on her vibe and were looking discouraged. Geneva Sc went back to thinking.

 And Okasha took Genevas body. She was smiling, drinking, apologizing to the [Storm Sailors]. She was Genevaand not.

 Her face was different. Her vocal range higher. The Selphid could do that to Genevas vocal chords at will, even change her facial muscles. The skin tone and eyes stayed the same, but it was amazing how different you could look.

 This wasOkasha. Her look, separate from Genevas. They had agreed it was how Okasha could go about. Do her own thing without it being connected to Geneva. And this was her time.

 Ever since the incident with Xeppal, things had changed between Geneva and Okasha. Conscious of the Selphids growing need for independence, trapped as she was to allow Geneva to move despite her shattered spine, Geneva had worked out a deal.

 Okasha got three days out of the week, and six hours on each of those days. Six hours to be her, to go and eat food, see what she wanted, gamble, watch movies

 Sex with other people was off limits. But most other things were not. Okasha could pilot Genevas body; that was what Selphids did.

 But normally Geneva would be conscious, feeling and seeing all these things, and obviously distracted. And obviously, displeased if it was something she didnt like doing. Like watching a movie with idiotic [Doctors] in it or something. For the first two days she and Okasha had squabbled despite it being Okasha-time.

 Until Okasha had leveled up. And gained a new ss. Her new sswhich both she and Geneva had been perplexed by was

 [Inner Friend].

 And she had a new Skill. This ce Geneva was inthis was a Skill. It allowed Okasha to separate Genevas mind from her body, ce her in a spot where she could think and devote her entire brain to simplythinking. While Okasha took over.

 The Skill was named [The Thinking Room]. No, that wasnt quite right. It was [Host: The Thinking Room].

 Because it was a power a Selphid only had when they inhabited a living body. Okasha was the first Selphid in current memory to gain a ss like this.

 Geneva went back to thinking. And time did indeed have no meaning; because in this room, the thinking box as she and Okasha referred to itshe was disconnected from the outside world. Geneva only checked back into reality after a whileand realized she was leaning against a [Storm Sailor], recalling her own encounter at sea.

 Okasha. What time is it?

 Geneva saw out of the corner of her eye that the sun was quite low. The Selphid didnt reply at first. She was all-consumed with spinning the yarn.

 Okasha

 And then Ihold on.

 Okasha broke off as the [Storm Sailors] snorted and nearly fell overughing. She whispered into the box.

 What? Im having a great time!

 Its time for me to get to work, Okasha. Give me control.

 What? No, its not! Itsaw, Creler eggs.

 Geneva-Okasha turned her head and her face fell at the sight of the fading sun. Geneva, in the box, insisted.

 You promised.

 Five more minutes?

 No.

 Ohfine! But let me excuse myself!

 Grumpily, the Selphid turned and began exining that she had to go. Geneva, in the box, watched, annoyed, as Okasha had to stand a round. The [Storm Sailor] let her go,ughing, and Geneva staggered out.

 Fine, take your stupid body back.

 Geneva-Okasha muttered. Geneva was suddenly back in her body. She wobbled, and nearly ran into a pair of [Sailors] who wereughing on their way to the door.

 Okasha! Get rid of my intoxication!

 The [Doctor] gritted her teeth and whispered. Inside her body and now just aiding Geneva, the Selphid grumped back.

 Fine! Fine! Your stupid livers working, but Ill go kick it. There!

 Geneva felt her head clearing at speed. ordingly, her dder. She looked around. The [Sailors] blinked after her. One of them checked her mug.

 Dead gods. She looks different all of a sudden. Whatre we drinking?

 The woman from Italy walked out of the bar. Her facial muscles ached from keeping up her Okasha face. And she needed to pee. But Okasha dutifully suppressed both feelings, rxed her muscles. Geneva felt fresh, despite having been up since dawn. More Okasha-help.

 Now back to work. Bleh. Have fun treating disgusting patients all night. You know you need to sleep? Its not good for your body. I worry about you, Geneva. Your smile muscles are all rusty, too!

 Geneva ignored Okashas voice. She walked on, looking for a ce to pee, and heading back to the United Nations headquarters. Her mind was echoing all the thoughts shede up with in the thinking box.

 Check the petri dish. Hotspots of diseases. Spread of disease based on calctionsfunding is

 It did help her refocus. Even so, as Geneva walked, she was d to be in charge. Okasha had her needs. But Geneva needed to save lives. And they were in a pandemic, a growing one. She was sure. Okasha had her needs, which was why Geneva had allowed it until today.

 But its going to get worse. I cant allow it for the foreseeable future.

 Hm? What was that?

 Nothing.

 Geneva walked on. She got back to work. Andin her mind, the ce Okasha couldnt read or reach, only her bodyGeneva was a bit relieved.

 Shed tried to take backmand while she was in [The Thinking Room]. Several times, actually. But if Okasha knew it or notGeneva hadnt been able to.

 -

 Hello, Geneva! Have you eaten? Have you slept? The Bushrangers are back

 Kirana weed Geneva as the [Doctor] unlocked the door. The woman shook her head.

 Its me, Kirana. Not Okasha. She ate. Im well awake. Is there any tea? Did we discover coffee? Im going to be working in my clinic. Im just here for

 She backed up as she strode past the [House Manager]. Geneva paused. And Okasha, inside of her, winced.

 Uh oh. Angry juice iing! Stop squirting that. Stop that. Stomach acid here, ew, ewooh! I remember eating that

 She squirmed around in Genevas body, suppressing the natural fury coursing through Geneva. Kirana winced.

 Yes. They got back a few hours ago

 Did they find anyone? Is anyone hurt?

 Nothey were dead. And no one was hurt.

 Oh.

 Geneva Sc paused. She looked at Kirana.

 It was someone from your group, wasnt it? Im sorry.

 Kirana only nodded soberly. It wasamazing. Painful, how someone could be used to death. Geneva wished she had the background in therapy to know what to say. Even her bedside manner wasthat of a battlefield surgeon.

 Im sorry. Illsee the Bushrangerster.

 She had no desire to see Daly, or Siri, or anyone else in the team. Geneva headed towards the stairs.

 In one of the four houses the United Nationspany now upied, there was a sealed room with a reinforced, air-tight door. Geneva didnt like having it with an actual poption of people living nearby, but it was that or the clinic.

 And the clinic could be broken into. Had been, three times, by [Healers] hiring low-level [Thieves] to snoop around and steal Genevas scalpels and other tools, looking for her secret recipes. Rather than let them walk off with something truly dangerous, Geneva had agreed to install this door.

 So this house was reserved for business, entertainmentPaiges workshop. Not with many beds in them. Just in case.

 Just in case, Geneva would burn the entire house down if she thought there had been a breach. But she needed to do her research somewhere. She marched up the stairs. And on the way met another distraction.

 Geneva! Hello. Are you fed? Rested? I havent seen you all day. For two days, actually.

 Luan smiled on the stairs. Geneva sighed. Why did everyone greet her like that?

 Its me, Luan. Not Okasha.

 He gave her a strange look.

 I know. That was obvious.

 She blinked a few times at him. He touched his face, turning it into a semi-permanent cross between a frown and a dour stare. Geneva hesitated.

 I dont look like that.

 Yes you do.

 Her mouth answered for her. Kirana and Luan jumped, but grinned as Okashas voice spoke. Luan nodded.

 Hi, Okasha.

 Hi, Luan! You wouldnt believe whos in the harbor! I met some [Storm Sailors] who were at the battle at sea!

 Really? What

 Im working. Okasha can tell youter, during her time off. Luan, Id love to chat. I hear the Bushrangers are back without incident. Good. I wish theyd found someone alive, I mean.

 Geneva brusquely overrode her mouth. She walked past Luan. The South African man eyed her.

 The person who died was Dev. An [Explorer]. He was in The Dyed Lands. He had a journal. Kirana thinks he might have found some interesting nts or animals.

 The [Doctor] stopped on the stairs. Luan nced at Kirana out of the corner of his eyes. And then Geneva was striding back down to them.

 Anything useful? nts? Animals? Even toxins? Let me see the journal.

 Kirana showed it to Geneva. The [Doctor] flipped through it.

 Can you read it?

 Yes. Theres some notes about helpful things. For healing. Daly even brought back some of Devs supplies. We are looking through them

 Geneva nearly dropped the journal. Her head snapped up.

 You have some of his equipment?

 Yes, and

 Dont touch any of it! You have no idea what could be in his gear! Parasites or poisons! Where is it?

 Luan and Kirana nced at each other.

 Paige has

 Geneva was up the stairs in a sh. She strode over to the [Engineer]s door and began hammering on it.

 Paige! Open up! Do not open those samples without

 The door opened at her touch. Geneva strode in and saw Paige.

 She was wearing a huge suit ofwell, armor. Protective gear. Treated leather with glossy resin, foul-smelling but all-epassing. She even had a ss mask, carefully made to allow her to see without letting anything actually touch her face.

 Oh.

 Geneva.

 Paiges voice was cool. She was investigating the contents of a satchel. Geneva sawrge pots of paste, some crumbling red powder

 You have the protective gear on.

 Yes. And youre in the room unprotected. Didnt you see the sign?

 Geneva backed up. The sign on Paiges door read, DO NOT ENTER. The [Doctor] hesitated.

 I was concerned

 Parasites? We had the jars frozen once they arrived. And Daly and the others kept them securely contained in bags of holding. Nothing was opened; they still want to be tested. And Im investigating. See?

 She held up a magnifying ss. More crude ss, like the mask she wore. Paige nced at Geneva.

 Good to see you. Hi, Okasha.

 Hi, Paige.

 Geneva waved at Paige. Then she pped her other hand down. She backed up.

 Imgetting to work. Sorry about

 Shut the door, please. Thanks.

 The [Doctor] closed the door silently. She turned to Kirana and Luan. They were eying her.

 Ill check Paigeter. Something could still be living in the room. Well still sterilize

 I put down poison and the room was secured until you opened it.

 Paige shouted from inside the room. Genevas mouth closed. She turned.

 Im getting to work. I need to be at the clinic tonight. Ill talk to youter, Luan, Kirana.

 Sure.

 The two chorused. Geneva hesitated. She disappeared into her secureboratory, next to Paiges. Luan studied it.

 In retrospect, it was a mistake to put their rooms together, yeah?

 But if something gets loose, we can explode Paiges workshop. Or if it explodes, it kills the germs.

 The [House Keeper] countered. Luan smiled crookedly. He nced up at Geneva, and then turned to Kirana. The young Indian woman was leafing through the journal.

 Is there anything Geneva can use? Shes stressing about the Yellow Rivers gue. Its getting bad. We could use a win, Kirana.

 I dont know. I dont think so. He used thispaste for his cuts. In one of the jars. I will tell Paige. But it stopped bleeding. Not cured sickness. He was sick here. See?

 She showed Luan a dated entry. He nodded, although he couldnt read.

 Anything interesting?

 Venoms from apurple ce. Daly will want them.

 Tell Geneva.

 She wont like it.

 No, tell her because the venoms might be a cure. Or useful in her research. I think thats how it works.

 Luan shrugged helplessly. Kirana nodded. She read a few more bookmarked spots.

 There isone more interesting thing. Monsters aside. But I have to ask Daly. This Dev. He was alone, right?

 Yup. He never made it out.

 The [Rower] leaned on the balcony, suddenly tired. He looked at Kirana. She was younger than him byseven years. But she felt older. They were all growing up. Still, he and Geneva were the oldest. Adults. But for all Luan admired Genevashe could be less mature than the neen year-old young woman from India.

 Kirana nodded. Her eyes flicked across the page. Then she showed him something else.

 Here. Something strange. Right on this day. He met someone in The Dyed Lands. Someonescary.

 Scary?

 Luan frowned. There was a picture. A woman, standing in the doorway. All shadow, but Dev had captured some features. Not enough. Just enough to make Luanuneasy. The [Explorer] had captured his mood.

 Another [Explorer]?

 Kirana read on.

 No. She got past all of thetraps. And she left no footprints. Dev was afraid. It says the woman offered him something. Wanted Dev to take her hand. He thought

 She hesitated. And then closed the book abruptly. She blinked a few times. Luan looked at her. Kirana had suddenly gone pale.

 What?

 Nothing. He just wrote that he thought it was a bhoot. Orsomething worse.

 Abhoot?

 She looked at him.

 Aghost. Or a

 She searched for a while. Then she put the journal away and didnt open it any longer.

 A devil.

 Luan felt his skin crawl. You couldugh at something like that on Earth. In the daylight. But in this world? Here? Nothing was off limits.

 People said the gods were dead. Sosometimes, Luan stayed awake at night and wondered. If the gods were dead

 What killed them?

 Did he take the hand?

 That was all he could think to ask. Kirana shook her head.

 No. He wrote that he did not. Thewoman vanished. No footprints. Dev died months afterwards.

 So no corrtion. Luan sighed. But Kirana still looked bothered. That story would bother Luan too, if he let it. He needed a drink. He sighed.

 Maybe it was a [Rogue], or high-level explorer. Or a nightmare?

 Maybe.

 When did it happen, anyways? Daly can ask that [Adventurer] he met if she knows anyone like that.

 Kirana cracked the journal open. She frowned at the date.

 In the middle of winter.

 Luan was walking down the stairs. He stumbled. Looked over his shoulder. Kirana blinked at him.

 What?

 Nothing.

 The man felt his skin turn icy. And something was crawling down his back. He hesitated, and then shivered. No way. Butabsolutely. His hand itched. Luan kept walking, hurrying for the kitchens. Hed have a drink, askter. In the daylight.

 He was relieved, though. Luan had assumed it was a dream, a nightmare at sea, while rowing. But that made it seem

 He was so d he hadnt touched her hand.

 -

 Geneva, Im really worried for you. You cant keep working like this. I can remove fatigue from your muscle, but not that brain-thing! You cant keep doing this!

 An hourter, Geneva sat in herboratory. It wasnt sterile, white tiles, stainless steel, or anything as good. The floorboards were wood. Shed installed a metal door, made the room airtight as possible. That meant she had to open a window, but she kept it closed when she was working with anything serious.

 And she too had protective gear on. Geneva had designed it herself. There was no stic in this world, so she had to rely on resinyers, cleaning

 Soap, rather than antiseptic. Fragile ss, and a rear vent for oxygen rather than an actual tank. It would keep out liquids, but not gas.

 It helped for the Yellow Rivers treatments. Geneva checked the setting sun. Nearly time to get to the clinic. She heard the voice again.

 Geneva? Are you listening?

 What?

 The [Doctor] snapped irritably. She heard Okashas voice in her head.

 Ive been talking for thest thirty minutes! Youre not listening again! Youre tired. Get some rest.

 I can keep going. Thanks to your breaks, I need to make up time.

 You also need to sleep.

 Not yet. Be quiet. Im testing the cultures.

 Some things shed reimed from her world. The ss petri dishes and cultures inside made Genevas skin tingle. She wasnt qualified for this. But she was more qualified than anyone else in this world. She stared at the growing yellow amid the red. Cursed.

 Nothings killing them. Nothinghas Ken gotten those [Alchemists] to work on an anti-bacterial yet? Dont they know how important this is?

 No. Hes trying, but not many of them like working with mold, Geneva. Were all trying. Did none of the treatments work?

 For a moment, Geneva thought the voice wasing from Okasha. But it wasnt. She looked up.

 Paige! Stay

 The young woman was wearing her protective gear. Still, Geneva glowered.

 I told you never to open this door when Im working! It was locked! How

 Kirana has the key. Anyways, you said it wasnt airborne.

 As far as we know. Its mutated once. It can do it again. Whats that?

 Geneva pointed. Paige had two substances in crude, earthenware pots. She offered both to Geneva; one was a purple, viscous substance that made Genevas instincts instantly wary. The other was a reddish paste, mixed with green.

 Samples from our [Explorer]. One was an ointment he used on himself. Stopped the bleeding.

 A coagnt?

 Yup. And the others a venom. He coated a spear with it. Thought it might be useful.

 Geneva studied both. She reached for the samples.

 I couldadd them to cultures. See if they work. I doubt they will.

 Try it. The venom might be overkill, but if you couldI dunno, dilute it?

 It was worth a shot. Geneva nodded. She eyed the pots.

 I want those stored in a sealed container.

 Yep. Just take a sample of each.

 Paige held them out as Geneva found a tiny spoon, took a sample of each, and smeared them into the other petri dishes. Paige sealed both pots and then eyed the dishes.

 Geneva had eighteen, each with yellow spreading across the red cultures.

 Whats the verdict, Geneva?

 The [Doctor] paused, but she replied, stiffly avoiding Paiges eyes.

 See this? This is the Yellow River strain. Ive cultured itwhich means its bacterial.

 She lifted the petri dish. It was open, and Paige saw the telltale, sickly yellow pus growing amid the red. She made a face.

 Thats disgusting. How is it growing? Whats the medium?

 Its abination of blood, some tissue mixed with the sugar jellothe sample grows best on that.

 Geneva saw Paige eying the culture. She spoke on, hurriedly.

 Its mine. Not from anyone else. I had Okasha extract it from me. But its all dead matter; a virus wouldnt survive. Bacteria would.

 So thats why you need the penicillin so bad?

 The [Doctor] nodded.

 To be precise, we need an anti-bacterial agent which works on a broad spectrum. Penicillin is one example. The odds are that this world will have another variety that we just dont know about. NowI need to take this dish to my meeting.

 Didnt you say you never wanted this taken out of theb?

 Paige saw Geneva ce the petri dish in arger ss container and seal the lid. The [Doctor] nodded brusquely.

 I did. But the Yellow Rivers disease is already in Talenqual. And unless we get the support of The Featherfolk Brigade, it will spread. We need action from every major city in the region. Lockdown of the ports! More [Healers]

 She slipped and the ss container skidded across the desk. Both women lunged for itOkasha grabbed the case. Geneva steadied herself.

 Youre tired.

 Paige breathed out shakily as Genevas hand slowly put the dish back on the counter. Geneva inspected the container for cracks.

 Im fine. I sleptst night.

 You say that as if thats unusual. Genevacan we talk?

 About what? How to most effectively use your powder bombs? Make an IED. Those kill very effectively. You can leave them in the ground for generations. Landmines that blow up children.

 Geneva snapped back. Paige turned pale. She straightened abruptly.

 Im trying to talk this over. Unless you think the Bushrangers should take on giant serpents and Crelers with crossbows?

 The [Doctor] looked up.

 Im not saying that. But when do they start using them on other people?

 Probably around the same time those people try to kill us. Geneva, you can weigh in on this. We can figure out something

 I told you what I think.

 We cant stop it. Geneva, Ive seen [Fireballs]. So have you. Theyre worse than grenades. And thats a Tier 3 spell. Im not saying I like it. But when Daly asked, I agreed. Because its not a gun.

 No, its a bomb. I dont have time for this, Paige. I cant stop you.

 Geneva stood up abruptly. She stalked past Paige with the secured sample and then turned. She poked at Paige through their protective gear.

 I cant stop you. But Ill never approve of it. You know its wrong.

 The Australian [Engineer] exhaled loudly. She saw Geneva open the door and walk out; theb was secure. Paige shouted after Geneva.

 I know its not perfect! But Im trying my best! Im trying to talk, to be reasonable! So is Daly! Youre the one who says do it my way or fuck off! What would you have us do? You know, Geneva Sc, youre not the only person whos right in this world!

 The [Doctor] never replied. But Okasha whispered in her head.

 Ooh. Shes got you there.

 Shut up, Okasha.

 -

 The clinic. Geneva marched in, ignoring the looks people gave her. In her protective gear she was like a [Knight]. Only, one whose protection was against mdy, not spells or swords.

 Aiko. Sorry Imte. How are the patients?

 Geneva! They aregood?

 A [Nurse] hurried over. Aiko Nonomura, a young Japanese woman, was clearly tired. But she and another [Nurse]one of the young Indian womenwere both in the protective gear.

 Luans gold had paid for more than just the new headquarters. So had condom sales. Geneva put down her burden as she looked around. She heard voices from further in her clinic.

 Any new cases?

 Many. We had to turn awayall but three. The ones who were worst. Theyaregood.

 The word good was clearly up for debate. Priya, the [Nurse], was pale. She had volunteered for this job, despite her main ss being [Cook]. But Geneva had needed the hands.

 Ill check on them, then. Can they still eat? Take liquids? Dehydration is what will kill them. The bedpans

 Washed. What is thatcontainer?

 Aiko gagged and Priya shuddered. Geneva nodded.

 I need to speak to Fezimet tomorrow. Thats a sample of the disease. Dont touch it. Wait, youre going off-duty, arent you? Remember, wash down the gear. Take isted bathsif you have so much as a fever or poor digestion, I want you to quarantine

 The two exhausted [Nurses] were nodding wearily. They knew the procedure, but Geneva had to be sure.

 In that casego on. Ill need Zane and you, Aiko, tomorrow morning. Priya, can you manage the evening? Good. Get some restand thank you so much for working so hard.

 Aiko smiled wearily.

 You are wee, Geneva. You have to rest too, alright?

 She patted Geneva on the shoulder. The [Doctor] nodded silently. She hadnt thanked the two. Shed forgotten to. It had been Okasha whod done that. With her voice.

 Silently, the two [Nurses] left the room, heading to the chamber Geneva had made for them to clean themselves before leaving. That left the [Doctor] to make her rounds.

 No new C-sections. No patients with major mdies besides the Yellow Rivers patients. And

 Geneva walked into her clinic. She looked at the first patient, on the bed. The Lizardman was looking up at her. His bandages were clean. But he had flushed scales. His temperature was far too high.

 Miss Geneva.

 He sighed as he looked at her. The [Doctor] sat down.

 How are we today, Teqis? Im sorry I couldnt arrive earlier.

 Better. Ill be better. The two lovely [Nurses] werewondrous to us. There are three more.

 He turned. Down the clinic, separate cots had been set up. There were twenty two patients in the clinic now. It was overcrowded. But each patient was running a high fever. Had diarrhea

 And the open, growing, pus-filled wounds. Usually on their genitals, but nowspreading to other areas. They were regrly cleaned, but Geneva saw a telltale yellow and red dripping from Teqis clean bandages.

 Only, it had stopped when the [Doctor] walked in. For a moment, there was relief. The Yellow Rivers disease halted in its consumption of skin, spreading through the immune systems.

 [Mdys Cessation]. The Skill will get you an hour of time. I want you to rest, drink more fluidshopefully youll begin fighting this off. You can recover, Teqis. Youre in your second week; this is when your immune system will begin fighting off the disease. I want you to remember that.

 The Lizardmans eyes were watery.

 I will. My family stopped by, and I was feeling better.

 Genevas mouth opened worriedly. The Lizardman went on, hurriedly.

 They werent allowed in. But I could shout to them. It is better than the first week, [Doctor]. Thank you. I mightyoure our savior.

 He gestured around the clinic. The other patients were sighing, as the Skill helped them. For an hour, they could recover, fight back as the infection halted. Geneva sped Teqis hand.

 Im not doing enough.

 Nonsense. Youre the Last Light of Baleros.

 Heughed weakly. Geneva looked around.

 I have to talk to the others, Teqis. But Ill be here most of the night. One of the [Nurses] wille in to help; if you need anything, just call.

 I will. Thank you.

 The Lizardmany back, closing his eyes. Geneva walked on. The next patient was a Centaur, Biha. A Duhantwo more Lizardfolk

 Am Ite? Sorry, I had to change into the gear.

 A [Nurse] walked in an hour after Geneva had seen to all the patients. ke, another volunteer, paled as he inhaled the odor in the room. Genevas Skill had ended. The [Doctor] looked up.

 Its fine. See to the patients. Ive changed the bedpans

 One of the symptoms was diarrhea.

 but we may need more water. Remember to add the lemon and sea salt and honey.

 ke was nodding. To replenish electrolytes and other elements, Geneva hade up with the drink along with the food they fed the patients. It saved lives.

 Im heading out. I need your help scrubbing me downthen Im going to visit the other patients. Do you have a list?

 Here. They added twenty entries today alone.

 ke handed Geneva the list. Okasha made a sound.

 So many

 The [Doctor] didnt blink.

 Ill visit all of them. Just change the bandages. Send a Street Runner if theres aplication. Remember, the poultice

 Yes, [Doctor]. Were running out of ingredients and honey.

 Tell Kirana to buy more.

 The [Doctor] walked into the changing room. ke followed her, and helped her rinse off with soap and water. It sluiced into a drain; the septic tank would need to be emptied in time. Geneva needed to take precautions about that too.

 Then she walked out of the clinic. In the street, people turned and stared. Some whispered. Others backed away. But more waved and called out.

 Miss Geneva! Miss Geneva! My son

 A Lizardwoman was waiting for Geneva. One of many. They pushed forwards and Geneva held up a hand.

 Please! Dont push. Ive told youkeep your distance! Are you washing your hands, Miss Vioneq?

 The Lizardwoman wrung her wed hands.

 Yesbut my son

 Ill see to him. Stay back. Once I begin treating the patients, do not touch me. Stay back, and keep clean. Remember what I said: the disease is spreading through liquids, now. Boil your water. Wash your hands regrly. Do not touch your mouth or nose. Ornose holes.

 The crowd backed up. More called out to Geneva. She walked past them, in her protective leather armor. It was brown, rather than pearly white, but it had one mark of her profession. A red cross, painted on the back, underneath the resin.

 The Last Light of Baleros. That was how they greeted her these days. A sick Lizardboy, with the early stages of the disease. Someone with a high fever and diarrheano pus. That only urred if they had open wounds, thankfully.

 Geneva made her rounds. Her clinic was far, far too small for the amount of patients with lesser ailments. But she stopped there, using her Skill, advising the families on what to do. Wash hands, do not allow the disease to spread.

 It was a disaster. Geneva was making her nightly rounds; she had done them this morning, before Okashas silly break. And the people were listening.

 But Talenqual was a Lizardfolk city. Which meant tightly-packed, social, wood housing that was sprawling rather than vertical except for the richer parts of the city which were built with stone. The exact sort of ce a gue loved to spread.

 And Geneva was one [Doctor]. Alone. She kept walking, her feet growing tired despite Okashas best efforts, into the night. She ignored her fatigue. But she had a nursing staff of less than ten, with volunteers. She had four suits of the protective equipment made and the rest were dyed for real orders by the [Armorers]. No one was paying attention to this epidemic.

 Except for her. And that had to change.

 -

 Siri, the Swedish [Ranger] and member of the Bushrangers found Geneva in the clinic the next day at dawn. Geneva Sc was sitting in a chair, next to the contained petri dish. Snacking.

 Stay past the line.

 The [Doctor] pointed. Siri stopped at the yellow line that had been painted on the floor. No one was allowed past except people in protective gear or patients. She saw Geneva bite into a white stick, chew, grimacing.

 Nali-sticks? I didnt know you liked them, Geneva.

 Siri indicated the white sticks Geneva was eating. They were concentrated sugar, the kind that gave you an insane rush of energy. So sweet they were addictive. The [Doctor] nced up.

 Youre right. I dont like it that much. Its far too sweet, even by our standards of candy. But its quick energy. And

 She grimaced. She needed them. And someone else loved them.

 Nali, Nali-stick! Gotta have my nali-sticks!

 Okasha shouted happily, sharing Genevas taste buds. It was fascinating how they could taste the same thing, but one mind enjoyed it while the other found it stimting at best.

 What do you need, Siri? Im going to meetFezimet today. In a few minutes, actually.

 Thats why Im here. Daly wants me to escort you.

 Siri spoke carefully. She saw Genevas brows snap together. Siri sighed. She shouldnt have mentioned Daly.

 Why?

 To make sure no one knocks over the container. To hold open doors.

 And because Ken isnt here and you could say something that upsets him.

 Okasha whispered into Genevas head. The [Doctor] scowled.

 I wouldnt say anything that offends Fezimet.

 I didnt say that.

 Siri blinked a few times. Geneva hesitated.

 Sorry. Okasha, not you. Fine. Come on.

 She yawned, stretching. Then Geneva knocked over the quill shed been using to write notes on all her patients. She bent down, grabbing for it.

 And effortlessly reached down from an upright position. Touched the ground, scooped up the quill, and stood back up. All without her body protesting. Geneva and Siri stared.

 Wow. Youre flexible.

 Geneva Sc hesitated. She bent down, touched her toes. Then stood upright. Experimentally, she reached out, pulled her fingers back.

 They nearly touched her forearm. Geneva bent down, touched her toes, and walked her hands back. She was as flexible as a gymnast. It wasuncanny.

 Okasha?

 Hah! So thats what it does! Hey Geneva, guess what?

 You leveled up.

 I leveledaw.

 The Selphid pouted internally. Then she brightened up.

 Thats right! I have a Skill, which means it affects you! [Physical Enhancement: Flexibility]. See? Look!

 She reached out with Genevas left arm. Siri nched as the arm rotated nearly a hundred and eighty degrees, moving way further than it should normally. Geneva felt the strain, but her fingers were waggling, demonstrating insane dexterity. She wasnt made of rubber, but she had the kind of flexibility that only urred in a very few amount of people.

 Whatis that? Geneva?

 Flexibility. Okasha leveled up.

 Oh.

 Siri responded faintly. Geneva frowned. This could be useful. It was also disturbing, but it would help with surgeries. That was her main concern. She frowned as Okasha made her scratch that itch on her back that normal Geneva had never reached.

 When did you level up, Okasha?

 Five hours ago. I went to sleep. You didnt even notice. You were controlling me for a bit. Creepy. Good thing I have that Skill that lets you move even when Im not awake.

 Yes. How many Skills does that make?

 Umone, twofive? Nice skill, huh? We can probably do all kinds of weird maneuvers now! I cant wait to try it out! Let me try, please, please?

 No. Its a useful Skill, though. Itd have been better if it was a Skill to reduce my fatigue so I can work longer.

 Okasha sighed as Siri backed away from the one-sided conversation, for her.

 Im only Level 11, Geneva. You want a refreshment Skill? Wait until I get to Level 20, at least! But Im leveling up quick, huh?

 Yes. Very quickly. Geneva blinked a few times.

 Youre Level 11? I thought you were Level 4 whennever mind. We have to get to that meeting. Siri, Im grabbing the container. Grab two of the masks. The oversized one is for Fezimet. Id bring armor, but apparently thats an insult. And the gloves.

 She walked out of the clinic. Okasha was audibly disappointed.

 Come on, lets try something out! Isnt it cool? First the box at Level 10, now this! I might be the first Selphid in living memory to have this ss! Its nothing like the old stories!

 Geneva marched out of her clinic. She stared at the rising sun. She must have been awake all night. Again. But shed gotten to her patients. That was what mattered. Anyways, she had [Lesser Endurance] now. That cut down on the fatigue. She was leveling too.

 What old stories, Okasha? And keep silent when we get to Fezimets tower. I need to focus.

 Okasha sighed. And her voice was a bitbitter.

 You never listen. I told you twice. And when I leveled up! You didnt even let me eat cake for the Level 10 celebration. Its always work, work, work with youyou need rest, Geneva!

 Okasha.

 Fine. This is important. But promise me youll lie down? Im looking at your body and it looks worse! Also, you need to poo. Nice, healthy poo. Nothing like that Yellow Rivers stuff. Disgusting

 Okasha!

 Fine. Im shutting up. Congrattions, Okasha! Im only a Level 11 [Inner Friend]. Odd, though. The old stories never have this ss. It was always[Controller]. [Dominator]. [Overlord]. This is strange. But were friends so thats why. Right Geneva? Geneva?

 -

 

 Commander Fezimet

 Glorious Fezimet, please, Miss Sc. Im joking. Call me whatever you like! Am I joking? I probably am.

 The Quexal rose to his full height, his feathered wings resplendent. Geneva sighed.

 Glorious Fezimetyou have to understand. This gue is spreading fast. When I say a lockdown of the city is necessary, I mean it.

 For two weeks.

 The Quexal stared at Geneva, and stopped showing off his wings. She and Siri were in his office. He stared at the two Humans. Both were wearing Genevas masks and gloves. She had the petri dish with the Yellow Rivers sample on his desk. He had refused the mask. He didnt have hands so much as talons halfway up his body.

 The Quexal, one of the rare evolutions of Lizardfolk, was powerful. Huge, sinuousan imposing form. And he could jump and glide. He was radiant, and knew it.

 Geneva didnt care. She had been talking to the leader of the Featherfolk Brigade, who ruled this city as thepany in charge, and she was running out of patience.

 At least two weeks. No entry into the city, or exit. Via port or otherwise. I need [Healers] to help me tend to the patients, more protective armor

 All of which mypany pays for. Because of a few cases of this Yellow Rivers stuff? I admit, its nasty. And I am honored by the Last Light of Baleros tending to people in my city free of charge.

 No one missed the emphasis on my. Geneva sighed. Fezimet went on, eying the yellow sample in the dish.

 But its spread by sex, isnt it? Thats not an issue. Yes, there are cases. But your clinic is doing splendidly. Thats why Im not even charging a tax. Just do more of that, yes? Hm?

 Siri broke in, her voice polite as she bowed to the Quexal.

 Im afraid its not that simple. The disease has mutated, Glorious Fezimet.

 Say what now? Done what?

 The leader of the Featherfolk Brigade paused. Siri tried to exin.

 Mutated. That means ithas changed. It now spreads via more than sex. Anyone who touches the pusthat sample, sircan catch the virus.

 Bacteria.

 Geneva whispered. Siri shrugged. Fezimet instantly recoiled and backed up towards his ss windows overseeing his city. The tower in which hispany resided was the tallest by far.

 Touch it?

 And have it enter their mucus nds. Mouth, nostrilsears

 The Quexal rxed a bit.

 Oh. Then just dont touch those ces. Miss Sc, I appreciate the concern. But we have less than a hundred cases in the entire city! It is not anwhat did you call it? An epidemamy?

 Epidemy. It is a gue, Commander Fezimet. And it is already in Talenqual and other cities. The reason the numbers are low is because no one is looking for the disease! But for me!

 The Quexal made a polite sound as he flicked his tail.

 And yetpeople recover.

 In one to two weeks. I can speed recovery to one week if I attend to them personally. But in the meantime, they have fever, they discharge mucus and pus, have diarrhea

 Yes, yes. Please, I havent had breakfast yet. So what? It goes away in a week. Ideal! This isnt as bad as the serious gues. Believe me, I lived through the Petrigue when I was a hatchling. That killed. This goes away!

 The Quexal cut Geneva off, looking disgusted. Geneva inhaled a few times.

 Thats true. This isnt nearly as virulent as most strains. It could be far, far worse. But the potential is that this disease mutates again, Glorious Fezimet. To kill its hosts. And the issue isnt that people recover. Its that it spreads fast. If it gets into a household, the odds are about 61% that they all be ill. Yes, the level of infection varies; a [Warrior]s body fights off the gue far better than a normal civilians. However

 Siri winced. Fezimets eyes were zing over as Geneva began to use statistics. He got the danger. He just thought it didnt matter. People were getting better. Genevas clinic had had only a handful of deaths. And people did get well in two weeks.

 Geneva. I think its time for the demonstration.

 The Swedish girl whispered to the [Doctor]. Geneva looked at her, realized she was right, and grimaced. Shed done so much work in the thinking box analyzing the numbers avable to her. She had a graph and a map of the citys infectious hotspots, but the Quexal didnt care.

 Glorious Commander Fezimet, I have a demonstration for you. This is the real danger of the Yellow Rivers disease and why I fear that if we reach a critical point, the gue will spread to thousands, not just hundreds. Its already going across the sea; I treated a crew with six infected members. You have a chance to stop it in Talenqual. Because this is the real danger of the sickness.

 She opened the ss box. And then removed the petri dish. Fezimet eyed the bacteria with disgust.

 Disgusting. But if I wash myws, it doesnt infect me, right?

 It might. Thorough washing is essential, Commander Fezimet. But please, observe. Would you consider putting on the helmet?

 No, but go ahead.

 It was just a bit of the culture, in the center of the dish. The yellow blob glistened as Fezimet put a feathered wing over his face. Siri gagged at the smell too. Geneva produced something. A vial. Geneva also pulled out a crude dropper and filled it with some of the potion.

 This is a single drop of healing potion, Commander. Please observe what happens if it interacts with the bacteriathe Yellow Rivers disease.

 She poised the dropper over the dish. And a glistening drop of the potion fell onto the dish.

 A single drop of a weak healing potionnded. It sshed and then

 The yellow rot instantly covered the entire petri dish. Siri recoiled.

 J skit!

 Dead gods!

 So did Fezimet. They backed up as the Yellow Rivers bacteria multiplied insanely quickly. The audience watched as Geneva closed the petri dish and put it into the container. Then she folded her hands behind her back and looked at Fezimet.

 The first reaction of every person and [Healer] is to use a healing potion. And when that happens, a small infection turns into an open sore. And it turns a preventable illness into full-blown fever, diarrhea, and pus from the sores which infects anyone who doesnt wash their hands thoroughly before touching a mucus membrane. Healing potions will turn minor victims who dont know theyve been infected into people on their deathbeds. I must insist you put out an announcement and lock down the city.

 She looked Fezimet in the eye. And to his credit, the Quexal nched.

 We cant have that in our [Warriors]! Why didnt you lead with that?

 He meant hispanys fighting power. Geneva exhaled and Siri shuffled her feet. The [Doctor] opened her mouth for a response and Okasha pulled it closed. She felt the Selphid take over.

 Im terribly sorry, oh Glorious Fezimet. You have lovely plumage today, by the way. But I was concerned for civilian matters. I am not amander.

 Geneva-Okasha bowed, smiling politely. Fezimet blinked a few times, and then rxed.

 Well, I cant expect a [Doctor] to understand military matters. I see the issue. Yesyoull have an announcement. Well do itter today!

 The [Doctor] in question exhaled slowly in relief. She closed her eyes.

 And the lockdown?

 Fezimet smiled.

 Obviously, thats a bit too far. But I will order the [Healers] in the city to take orders from you. I think thats the bestpromise. Dont you?

 Genevas head snapped up. And Okasha was too slow this time to stop her retort. Siri covered her face with one hand.

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 There is a small illness running through our city. And other cities! Its known as the Yellow Rivers diseaseand apparently, it spreads through the horrible pus. Not just sex. We have the situation under control, but there are precautions we need to take. Now, I have The Last Light of Baleros here to speak about it. Miss Sc?

 Daly saw Geneva standing on the podium in front of the crowd. He saw the [Doctor] arranging her notes. Talenquals citizens were staring up at her and Fezimet in the announcement square.

 She did not look happy. Shed protested Fezimet wanting to gather people with an infectious disease running rampant. She didnt like his wording, either, as her tone made clear.

 The Yellow Rivers disease is a growing epidemic in Baleros. It may already be travelling to other major ports in the world. It spreads via sexor any contact with the infected pus or other liquids to orifices. That means nostrils, mouthsanyone can get it. Using a healing potion will only make the disease worse.

 The crowd murmured. Geneva went on.

 It can be prevented.

 Absolutely it can! And anyone who is ill should visit Miss Scs clinic.

 Fezimet slithered forwards to shout reassuringly. Geneva red at him.

 But I am convinced this disease is already present in multiple cities. And spreading through red light districts. Brothels, and then from person to person. To remain safe, you must wash your hands or ws with soap before eating. Do not touch your face, eyes, mouth, if you can avoid it. If you think someone is ill

 Shit. She looks exhausted. When does she sleep?

 Daly cursed as he and Edima looked up at Geneva. She was indeed pale, and there were rings around her eyes. The Duhan looked worriedly at Daly.

 How bad is this disease, Daly?

 At the moment? Bad. ording to Geneva, itll get worse. At least Fezimets giving her control of the [Healers]. They cant use healing potions.

 Which was entirely the problem. No one in Talenqual was happy with the pronouncement. The people looked to Geneva, the Last Light of Baleros as a source of reassurance, but the [Healers] werent so sanguine.

 If we cannot tell if someone is infected, what do we do? If a Centaur is lying on the ground, with a broken leg

 Set the bone, clean the wound, and let them heal naturally. Use anything but magic!

 Geneva snapped back. Thirty minutes after her speechwhich had taken thirty minutes of repeating instructions about how to contain the Yellow Rivers diseaseshe was arguing with the [Healers]. They looked discontent.

 But that will take months! Without a potion

 Even a drop makes the infection worse. Do a drop test first. If the potion has no visible effects, they are infected. And they have to be quarantined

 And what about the broken leg? So theyre sick with a broken leg and ill? And we cant use a potion? Surely theres some medicine. I hear someone had wonderful sess with a poultice of Sages Grass and

 It doesnt work.

 Geneva snapped at the Lizardwoman [Healer]. The woman looked affronted.

 How do you know?

 Ive tested it.

 Well, my friend says it worked on

 It does not work. Nothing works on this disease so far except keeping your patients hydrated, clean, and rested! There is no magical cure. A poultice will only make things worse or do nothing!

 The [Healers] murmured, discontent, doubting. Geneva scowled at them. Idiots! They relied on magic. They didnt know the first thing about germ theory. She saw one of them raise a hand.

 Okay, I understand not poultices and potions. But I have some lovely magical crystals that

 The [Doctor] mmed her hands on the table. The [Healers] fell silent. Geneva Sc breathed in, slowly.

 There is only one way to treat this illness. Listen closely. If you suspect someone of being sick, perform a drop test with a healing potion. Only then

 -

 Some people listened. All the [Midwives] Geneva talked to were much more receptive than the [Healers]. They promised to take careespecially if the mother was in childbirth. Theyd call for her to operate without potions if need be.

 The Yellow Rivers disease was spreading. Geneva saw the signs everywhere. Closed brothels, or ones operating and advertising the condoms and that theyd been checked by The Last Light. The gue hadnt spread yet.

 But it was going to. That was how it worked. That was what exponential meant. Only, who knew that word in this world? And it was going from port to port since Fezimet wouldnt close Talenqual, let alone the other cities.

 We need a cure. Im sorry, but I need you all to pull longer shifts. Ive got some more volunteers[Midwives], more of ourpany. But I need toe up with a cure. Fezimet has graciouslyordered some of the lower-level [Alchemists] to find a penicillin substitute. But making sure it works without serious side-effects will take time. I need to split my attention between testing and the clinic. I wille here every day, but you will all be in charge.

 Geneva gave a speech to her [Nurses]. All nine of them stood in front of her as she stood. Somewhat unsteady. They nodded seriously. Geneva wobbled.

 Thank you, sincerely, for everything. Anyone not working can go rest.

 That came from Okasha. Geneva sat down as the others filed out. The clinic had six more cots in it. And Geneva had just paid for the building next to ita shopto expand her business. The owner had sold her the rights. The [Shopkeeper] had been terrified of the illness anyways and Fezimet had insisted.

 Geneva was too tired to worry about the ethics. They needed the room. She sat down. Was the worldspinning? She only realized someone was talking into her head after a few seconds.

 Geneva, youre been in charge and awake for nearly neen hours! Give me a turn. Youre exhausting yourself again! Theres all this ick in your systemyou keep trying to make too much stomach acid as well! You need to rest. Its been over a day since we slept!

 Okasha was worried. Geneva jerked upright.

 Imfine. Its not your time off, Okasha. We dont have time for that.

 I didnt ask for that. I just said

 My Skills are nearly recharged, Okasha. Im doing the rounds. I can rest afterwards.

 Geneva got up. She looked around, muzzily. Maybe it was time to sleep? Shed use her Skill, then walk to thepany, sleep for six hours. Four? That should do it.

 She was just getting up when she heard amotion outside the clinic. Geneva poked her head outside. And she saw a crowd of infected people arguing with Aiko.

 Let us in! We need The Last Lights help!

 A Centaur was arguing with Aiko, pointing at an infected sore on his arm. He wasnt badly off; nor were the others. Geneva recognized some of them. They all had minor symptoms. Aiko was trying to bar the door.

 We cannot take you all! Geneva will see you! Pleasehello, please wait! We cannot

 You cant not treat us!

 Someone called out. Geneva was hurrying towards them when it happened. Someone pushed Aiko out of the way. She went down with a cry. Geneva heard her ss mask break.

 Aiko!

 ke saw and rushed forwards. But the crowd of patients rushed forwards, going for Geneva. She shouted. Aiko was being trampled! They were

 -

 Two hourster. Geneva Sc was still awake. She looked down at Aiko.

 The young woman had cuts on her face from the broken ss mask. The clinic was being expanded next door; Geneva heard one of the [Builders] begin to knock the wall in. She sat, feeling Aikos head.

 Despite the ss shards which Geneva had been forced to pull out manuallywithout painkillersAikos face wasnt healed. No healing potion had been used.

 She had a fever.

 Our suits didnt work properly. Or she was infected when she was trampled.

 That was kes conclusion. Geneva just shook her head.

 The incubation isnt that fast. We didnt use a potion; she was already sick. The suits arent perfect. We knew it was a risk.

 Youre not sick. And youve treated the most people.

 I have a resistance Skill. But Im at risk, still. So is anyone else. Let the staff know. Aiko will be under my care. Its early-stages; she wasnt badly hurt. She will be fine.

 Geneva looked up. ke looked at the cuts on Aikos face. The Yellows River bacteria ate away at open wounds. He hesitated, and then adjusted the ss mask on his face.

 Ill let the others know. Im staying.

 Thank you.

 Geneva just sat there. Looking at her friend. Aiko had been the first [Nurse]. Now, she was breathing heavily as sweat beaded on her forehead. Geneva had administered a sleeping agent; she had that at least.

 Everyone, stay back! If you are sick, you have to take care of yourself! Anyone with serious symptoms will be treated! Do not approach!

 A voice bellowed from outside. Geneva looked up. It was Dalys voice.

 The Bushrangers were standing outside of the clinic. They had arrived to break up the mob and were now standing guard. They had their crossbows out and loaded. To get the others off them, Daly had shot one of the sick patients through the leg and his team had used force to pull the others off her.

 He was standing outside when Geneva exited the clinic. She looked at him.

 Daly.

 Hows Aiko?

 He turned to her, worry in his eyes. Geneva shook her head.

 Her wounds arent serious. Ive applied my Skill; the cuts may scab over beforethe bacteria begins to mortify the wounds. Why are the Bushrangers here?

 As security. Fezimet will send some of his [Guards] tomorrow. Were here tonight. Well trade off in shifts.

 Geneva stared at the crossbow the Australian man was holding. A bolt was loaded, although the safety was on. Daly saw her look.

 Desperate people, Geneva. We wont fire if we dont have to, but people need to see us.

 He hesitated as he met the [Doctor]s gaze.

 I know you dont like the idea. But sometimes [Doctors] need people to guard their backs. Or manage difficult patients, idiots, and so forth.

 She looked at him. And her temper boiled over. She was tired. And Daly had injured one of the ill people badly enough that they were now in one of the new cots. She leaned forwards and hissed at him.

 And what is the powder for?

 The adventurers eyes flickered. He looked at Geneva.

 If the idiots bring War Walkers. There are some people whod ughter saints, Geneva. You know that. Looklets not talk about it now. You need rest.

 Not yet. Dont touch me. Youll get infected.

 Geneva jerked back. Her protective armor moved as she walked back inside the clinic. She was sweating too, from the heat. She sat back next to Aiko. And kept working, ignoring the voice in her head.

 -

 

 Stop. Youre not well, Geneva.

 Three more hourster, Geneva was checking patients at the door to her clinic as the Bushrangers admitted them one by one. Okasha was pleading with her. Geneva had stopped listening.

 Next!

 A young woman said something outside. There wereints, but the Bushrangers didnt let anyone in. A woman came from the side, through the clinic.

 I said, no one enters that way

 Geneva shot to her feet, angry. She saw Paige, without the protective gear, standing in the center of the clinic. She didnt approach Geneva, who had some of the infectious material on her armor. Geneva opened her mouth, but someone else spoke for her.

 Paige! Talk some sense into Geneva!

 It was Okasha. Geneva closed her mouth with a snap. Paige nodded.

 Im going to do just that, Okasha. Genevayou need to sleep. Youre dead on your feet and yourepromising your own systems.

 Ill rester. I need to keep checking people. Keep them calm.

 Paige exhaled slowly.

 Let one of us take over. We can at least repeat what you told them.

 No. I have the Skills. I can manage it. Ill take a stamina potion.

 Geneva shook her head a few times. Paige opened and closed her mouth. And then the [Engineer] red.

 Geneva, let one of us take over. Rest! You know, we can help too. We might not be [Doctors], but if you tell us what to do, we can try. You dont have to stop the entire Yellow Rivers gue on your own. You dont have to be the actual Last Light of Baleros.

 The [Doctor]s head jerked back.

 I never said that.

 No, but you act like it. Were not idiots. We can take over. You need. To. Sleep.

 Not yet. There are patients waiting outside. Illset up a second inspection station. But put some gear on! Training someone to always be here is a good idea. But give me two more hours. I can use my Skill on Aiko again

 Geneva began to turn back to call for someone else. She had to keep working. This was a crucial moment. Sleep? She could sleep once people were calm. Once Aiko was stable. She could not lose anyone. She

 Something was wrong. Geneva wasnt moving. She triedand realized her body had locked up.

 Okasha? Somethings wrong.

 Paige is right, Geneva. You need to sleep. I cant let you do this to yourself. Were going to bed, Paige.

 Geneva got up and began to walk to the changing room. The [Doctor] spoke.

 No, were not. Stop that. Okasha? Okasha.

 A voice whispered in her head.

 Im putting you in the box. This is for your own good.

 Geneva shouted, but it was internally.

 Dont you dare, Okasha! No! Dont you d

 [Doctor Level 34!]

 [Skill Disease Detector obtained!]

 -

 Geneva woke up with a start. She looked around, saw daylight shining into her room. Onlythe sun had gone backwards in the sky.

 How long had she slept? The [Doctor] began to scramble out of bed.

 Okasha! What did you do? What did you do?

 She shouted. There was a yawn in her head.

 Morning, Geneva. We were asleep. Wow, is it tomorrow? We must have slept for over

 The woman shot out of her bed. She looked around wildly.

 You put me to sleep? What did you do when I was out?

 The Selphids voice was defensive.

 Nothing! You just went to sleep. Thats all. I told you, you were being unhealthy. But you didnt listen.

 Never do that again! You have no right when I have patients that need tending to!

 The Italian woman snapped. She looked around. She was in her underwear. Okasha had changed her clothes, put her in her private room. Geneva began to reach for her clothes, tug them on.

 Hey! Im living here too! Your body was failing, Geneva. You need to sleep. I cant keep doing this. Dont ignore me! We need to work together, okay? You leveled up, didnt you? I bet you did! Geneva!

 The [Doctor] was cursing. She had to get to her clinic, check on Aiko! She reached for her socks.

 And her hand wouldnt move. Geneva Sc froze. Then she sat back and sighed. Her mouth moved.

 Okasha?

 Yes?

 The Selphid replied with Genevas voice, altering it slightly. Geneva had to wait for her to finish to respond.

 Stop taking control of me. I have to go to work.

 Oh yeah? Well, perhaps you could thank me for looking out for you? I have to help too.

 Ithank you?

 Yes. And agree that you need sleep. Every fourteen hours. Agreed?

 If theres a patient

 Let the nurses handle it! Or a [Healer]! But thats the rule. Understand?

 Icant agree to that. Ive sworn an oath.

 Genevas hand rose and jabbed herself in the chest.

 Well, that oath doesnt involve killing yourself. Those are the rules. If you dont agree, we can sit here.

 The womans mouth moved for a while. But she didnt move. Atst, she spoke in a strangled voice.

 Fine. I agree.

 She smiled for a moment.

 Good! Then we can go.

 Geneva didnt move. After a second, the [Doctor] spoke again.

 Okasha?

 Wheres my thank you?

 Thank you. Please let me go to work.

 See? Was that so hard? You can be polite! And so can I!

 The body began to move as Geneva willed it. Slowly, she reached for her socks. Okasha went on, inside her head.

 You dont appreciate me. Id just like to be thanked for the hard work I do. Is that so much to ask? I should have veto rights as well.

 But its my body.

 Geneva replied slowly. Okashas pause was long. Genevas mouth moved as the Selphid replied.

 You mean, our body.

 -

 The Yellow Rivers diseasended in First Landing, Lailight Scintition, and two Terandrian ports in three more days. Geneva knew because she was listening.

 Or rather, Okasha was. The Selphid listened to gossip during her four hours off. Which now urred every day.

 They had negotiated. Okasha had stopped the bargaining on that point. Four hours, each day was her time. Of course, she let Geneva make suggestions.

 And all ten hours Geneva got before they had their mandated sleep was spent at work. The gue was moving faster, so she was at her clinic, consulting other [Healers]

 Talenqual was not part of any of the Four Companiesnds. It was, like many areas, under apanys control, but semi-autonomous. Oh, it had treaties withrgerpanies, but it was ruled by Fezimet.

 And the illness had hit this region of Baleros. Now, it was spreading by sea. Andnd. More cases were appearing in other cities and after incubating in brothels, it had begun to do exactly what this kind of epidemo, a true pandemic nowdid.

 Spread faster and faster.

 The list of Genevas patients had been under a hundred people a few days ago. Now it was over three hundred. The [Doctor] was meeting with Fezimet again, to reassure him the situation was still under control. He was still considering a lockdown, but had told Geneva he preferred another city to do it first. It was bad for trade.

 Geneva Sc was writing a letter to a [Healer] in a neighboring city, Bndus. The Duhan [Mayor] there was a lot more rmed than Fezimet had been and had reached out via the best [Healer], who was Level 37, to Geneva.

 She had some good ideas. Healing crystals actually did help fight the bacteria. Mainly by elerating the bodys natural systems and not the bacteria. That had surprised Geneva, but the [Crystal Healer] was also open to all of Genevas treatment ideas. They were corresponding, trying to create a chamber where the most ill patients could be housed. The problem was simply that there were too many cases and not enough hands.

 I need more [Nurses]. Butthe suits arent working.

 Geneva put her head in her hands. ke was sick now, too. Aiko was recovering, but Geneva had seen the Yellow Rivers disease in him with her new Skill. And two more of her [Nurses] had early-stage symptoms as well.

 She hadnt gotten sick. Because she had resistance Skills. Two of her staff, Priya being one of them, had the [Lesser Resistance: Disease] Skill. But two nurses?

 They needed two hundred. But no one was willing to volunteer outside of the United Nationspany. They were afraid of the illness.

 Hey, rx, Geneva. Youre doing the best you can. This [Healer] is working hard, and that [Mayor] is listening. And Im not sick. SoSelphids dont get sick. Hire some Selphid [Nurses].

 I dont think the bacteria can infect you, Okasha. Thats true. But there are only a handful of Selphids in Talenqual.

 Geneva shook her head. She munched down on a nali-stick as her quill glided over the page. Delicious. She chomped it down as Okasha replied. She was a lot more vocal these days. And she demanded to be heard.

 Im going to put in five more hours at the clinic after this message, Okasha. And then check on the cultures.

 Mm. I dunno, Geneva. You seem stressed. I think you should take a break. Hey! Lets visit Xeppal! You can check out the brothel, make sure everyones healthyand then we can have some fun.

 Okasha replied with Genevas mouth. She took control of it so they could have a dialogue. Geneva paused and thought.

 Ireally feel like I need to work, Okasha.

 Well, I vote against. Your health is important, Geneva.

 The [Doctor]s heart beat steadily. And her stomach wasnt tied in a knot. Because Okasha was there, blocking those natural reactions. Geneva was calm. And she even grew excited at the thought of meeting Xeppal.

 Stop that.

 Geneva spoke to Okasha. The Selphid stopped. But Geneva was worried. Because she didnt feel worried. Even that was a biological response.

 Okasha. I really would appreciate it if you let me get to work. This is really important.

 A sigh inside her head. Her hand reached for another nali-stick.

 If you insist, Geneva. I suppose I can let you. But Im taking five hours tonight. Deal?

 Deal.

 And?

 Thank you, Okasha.

 Geneva bit into the nali-stick, and savored the taste. So sweet. So good.

 Her mouth froze mid-chew. Geneva caught herself reaching for another nali-stick. Good? When had they started tasting good? They hadnt always tasted like this. Had they?

 Okasha. Are my taste budsdifferent?

 No. Even a Selphid couldnt change them. Geneva thought.

 Okasha. Did you level up again?

 She heard a voice in her head. Nomore like a giggle.

 Maybe. Have another nali-stick.

 And Geneva did.

 -

 It reached a head on a good day. A glorious day.

 Miss Geneva Sc? I have a sum of coins fromthe Maelstroms Howlingpany. Theyve sent you gold and they want to know if youd be willing to travel north. Tovisit them and consult about this gue.

 The wide-eyed Courier stopped in Genevas clinic with a letter of credit to the nearest Merchants Guild. Geneva, who was used to letters from other cities and [Healers] by now, hesitated.

 Maelstroms Howling? One of the Four Great Companies?

 Yes, Miss. And youre the Last Light of Baleros, right? My name is Timashi. Its an honor to meet you.

 The Centaur Courier ducked his head. Geneva blinked at him.

 I wasnt aware people knew about me. And thattitle is an exaggeration, Courier Timashi.

 The Centaur tossed his head.

 Oh, I know. Names are always like that. But the herdspardon memy people talk about you. A Human of honor. You saved my peoples lives. More than once.

 She looked at him. And remembered two Centaurs she had saved, both in times of war. Geneva nodded slowly.

 Its a delight to meet you, Timashi. AndI dont know if I can travel, but Ill think about it. I can certainly correspond. Well put the gold to good use. Excuse me? Can someone take theletter? My suit is dirty.

 I can! Excuse me, thank you.

 A Lizardgirl hurried over in her suit of gear. Geneva nodded gratefully to her. A few more [Nurses] had volunteered since the gue had spread further. Wellthe United Nationspany was growing. Daly had recruited some more adventurers, even a Drake and Duhan.

 Thank youMiss Ullia?

 The Lizardgirl bowed slightly as she took the letter carefully. She stared at the Courier and her eyes flicked to Geneva; awe, no doubt at one of the Great Companies making a move.

 I also have a letter from the Forgotten Wingpany. More gold; and an invitation to meet as well.

 Thank you. As I said, Im quite busy

 The two Great Companies named were closest geographically to Talenqual, so it made sense they were worried about the illness. The gold would go to good use; Geneva had expanded her clinic twice. She was nning on an actual hospital. But she needed staff; she could entice workers who wouldnt volunteer with gold, but she wanted people who would volunteer.

 My pleasure, Miss Sc. And if you have any deliveries, Id be happy to take them at a discount.

 The Courier smiled at her. Geneva smiled back.

 Thank you. Perhaps we could get a drink tonight? If youre staying in the city?

 She gave him an admiring look. The Centaur preened slightly as they did under attention.

 Wellcertainly! I could stay the night.

 Ill be off work in two hours. Perhaps we could meet at

 Geneva smiled, agreed to meet the Centaur, and bade him farewell. Then she lost her smile.

 Okasha.

 What? Hes nice. I think hes nice.

 The Selphid slyly retorted. Geneva crossed her arms.

 We dont have time for this. We

 She saw Ullia, the Lizardgirl,ing back over.

 Excuse me, Ullia. Can you tend to the patients? I need tothink for a moment.

 Of course, Doctor Sc.

 Umina bowed and watched Geneva retreat into her office. Then she whispered into the little short-range speaking stone.

 Marian! Marian! Maelstroms Howling is making moves! The Professor was right!

 The voice came back, frantic.

 I know! Dead gods! I thought this was just a lesson, but maybe the Professor sent Kissilt and Cameral because he thought we needed backup! Im trying to investigateIm going to be pulling these Bushrangers around! Ill tell Kissilt not to break our cover. That fathead nearly gave it all away when he saw me! Just keep observing!

 The Lizardgirl nodded. She saw Geneva close the door to her office, but she hadnt figured out how to tap the office yet. Nor had she figured out how to convince Geneva that she wanted to meet the Titan of Baleros. But she would.

 Inside the office, Geneva Sc sat down. She spoke, very slowly.

 Okasha. I do not want to get into a rtionship with Timashi. Even for a night.

 But I do. What if we flip for it? Huh?

 The [Doctor] produced a coin. Geneva shook her head. Her voice was quiet. But she had to say it. It was time to say

 Okasha. I am notfortable with being with Timashi. Even if it is your time. I am notwilling to do this.

 But its our body, Geneva.

 Okashas voice was reasonable. Friendly. Geneva began to shiver. And stopped.

 Okasha. I think its time to talk about our rtionship. This is my body. Im grateful for everything youve done to help me. Butthis is my body. Do you understand?

 There was only silence for a second. Geneva tried to move. But thenshe began to chuckle. And thenugh.

 The [Doctor] threw her head back. And she stood up andughed, spreading her arms as she looked at herself in the little mirror on her desk. And Okashaughed at Geneva.

 Geneva. You mean, our body, dont you? Lets talk. I was thinking it was about time too.

 And she keptughing.

 -

 Umina listened to the [Doctor]ughing in her office. And she had no idea why. At the gold? That could make anyoneugh. Uminas eyes had popped when she saw the donations.

 But thisughter was different. And the [Doctor] wastalking to herself? Umina saw her sit down behind the closed shades. She began to edge closer, to listen, looking around to see if the other [Nurses] or patients were watching.

 Then the speaking stone chirped. Marians voice came through, frantic.

 Umina! Umina! Another huge development! Can you get out of the clinic? You have to see this!

 What? What?

 The Lizardgirl pped a w over the speaking stone, looking around. Marian shouted back; she was galloping towards something.

 Youre not going to believe this

 -

 Geneva, Okasha, sat in her chair. And she looked at herself. She smiled.

 You know, Geneva. You never appreciated me. Not once. No thank you, Okasha. No appreciation for the hard work I do. And you know what? Its hard work. When you drink like a [Sailor], who manages your liver? When you overwork, who takes care of your muscles? Maintains your body? Me. And you just dont know how hard it is.

 Geneva looked at Okasha.

 Im sorry. Imthoughtless.

 Oh? Like the thirty-hour work sessions where I beg you to rest? And you dont listen? Me, stuck in here for months before you let me have a few hours to be myself? I cant leave because youre paralyzed.

 Okasha snapped back, poking at the mirror. She took a few breaths, luxuriating in the feeling.

 Wellits okay. I like you, Geneva. I really do. Youre socaring. But you cant take care of yourself. Thats what Ive learned. You need me. It was a good thing we came together.

 That I was paralyzed?

 The Italian womans eyes were locked on herself, unblinking. She saw her lips curve upwards.

 Not that. But it all worked out. Soyes. Lets talk about our rtionship. You know, its always been you, you, you. Not enough me. So I think it would be good if we were finally equals.

 I have to work. Okasha, my patients need me.

 The Selphids gaze turned into a snarl.

 Always your patients! Im sick of it! Youre just aone of those machines you tell me about. You work for everyone else. Theres no Geneva. Geneva would die for them. Thats not living. Youre sick, Geneva. Youre in love with your image. The Last Light of Baleros. Ill let you help people. But Im drawing a line.

 You cant do that. This is my body.

 Our body! I help you move! You cant do anything without me! This is our body!

 Okashas voice rose. Geneva saw, out of the corner of her eye, the Lizardgirl hurrying out of the clinic. She felt herself stand, pace back and forth.

 This is my body, Okasha. I was born with it. Doesnt that give me the right to choose?

 Not with me in here. Youre a terrible roommate, Geneva. And Im putting my foot down.

 And if I disagree how my body is being used? What will you do?

 The Selphid fell silent. She looked at herself. And then she shrugged.

 Geneva. Were in this together. You can disagree. But youll see my point eventually. After allIm your [Inner Friend]. What are you going to do tostop me?

 Silence. After a moment, Geneva spoke.

 Okasha. You sound like a tyrant. Are we friends? Or is this rtionship one-sided?

 She saw her eyes narrow.

 Tyrant?

 I just meant

 No, I see how it is. You want me to leave? You want to not be able to move?

 No

 Im doing this for us, Geneva. Were one person. And you will see it my way. Im putting you in the box.

 Okashaplease

 Genevas consciousness winked out. She was in [The Thinking Room]. She saw through her eyes. And Okashas voice whispered through her mouth. Affectionately.

 Im going to have a lovely time with Timashi, and Im going to eat and depending on what happens afterwardswere going to rx for a few hours. Ill let youe along if youre good. And then well discuss how we share our body.

 No. Okasha. This isnt friendship. This is control! Okasha!

 Geneva shouted. But her body began to move. Geneva Sc, walked out of her office. She smiled and told the [Nurse] shed be off-duty for the rest of the day. She went into the changing room, cleaned her armor, left.

 She was perfectly Geneva. Okasha could mimic Genevas movements, her voice. But it wasnt Geneva behind those eyes. She tried to push. Get free.

 But she was in the box. And as Okasha left the clinic, she produced a nali-stick. Bit into it.

 Yum. Taste that, Geneva? You see it my way. Youll see. Ill show you how to live.

 It tasted good to Geneva as well. The [Doctor] saw Okasha, helplessly experienced the same. Okasha walked down the street, almost skipping.

 And she nearly ran into the group walking towards her. Okashas head turned. Geneva saw her blink. And then focused on a marching column of

 Folk. Pale-skinned. Duhans, Lizardfolk, Humansonly one Centaur. And they werestaring at her.

 Okasha froze. And Geneva saw the pale skin, the telltale signs of dead bodies.

 Selphids.

 Oh

 There was a Selphid leading them. One both Geneva and Okasha knew. Calectus, the [Honor Guard] they had parted ways with. He looked at Okasha-Geneva.

 Geneva Sc. We havee to give you aid.

 OhCalectus. I meanit is good to see you again. Why are all ofthese Selphids here?

 Okasha squeaked. She looked at the Selphids. There were over two hundred behind Calectus.

 The Selphid dropped to one knee. And Okasha saw many of the Selphids were wearing fresh bodies.

 Some are members of ourpany. But many are young. They will be [Doctors], if you will teach them, Geneva Sc. They will help manage this gue. Selphids do not grow ill from most disease. And we hope you will help us in turn.

 He gestured at the waiting Selphids. And Geneva saw the members of the Featherfolk Brigade shifting uneasily as they guarded the clinic. They looked at Calectus.

 Whatpany are you from, Calectus?

 Okasha pretended ignorance. The Selphid gave her a long look, and then a smile. He gestured to them.

 None other than the Selphid-onlypany, The Bodies of Fellden.

 The Bodies of Fellden. Thergest Selphidpany in Baleros. Umina saw Marian watching from the background. In his tower, Fezimet grew a bit worried. Even if it was only a hundred and most aspiring apprentice [Doctors] and aid workers

 Here they were. Okasha licked Genevas lips. Smiling.

 Well, I am delighted to see you, Calectus.

 Indeed. May we talk? Perhaps in private? We have reserved an inn.

 Of course.

 Helplessly, the Selphid looked around. But the other Selphids were escorting her. And she walked with Calectus as he smiled at her.

 It is really pleasant to see you again. UmOkasha says hi.

 The [Doctor] smiled up at the [Honor Guard]. He wore a tall Duhans face. Calectus nodded at Geneva, and Geneva felt her heart racing. NoOkashas heart.

 Yes, Okasha. I know. I warned you. You have gone too far.

 Okashas eyes widened. She turned and Calectusid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

 We see you.

 One of the Selphids was twisting a ring on her hand. Okasha looked at the Selphid. And wilted.

 IIplease dont?

 They led her into the inn, smiling, chattering away. Geneva saw the window closing.

 Okasha? Let me out. Okasha?

 Turn off her eyes and ears, Okasha. And exin yourself.

 Okasha began to shake with Genevas body as six Selphids entered a private room, closing the door. The Selphid [Innkeeper] at the bar bowed them in. They looked at her, eyes full of

 [The Thinking Room] went dark. Geneva sat there, in the silence. And then

 No! No! Im sorry! Please! Dont punish me!

 A scream ran through Geneva. She feltsomethinga tuggingand then Okasha was gone. Geneva Scy on the floor, breathing in and out. She was lying on her side. She tried to move.

 Could not. And then she saw something. Calectus, holding a littlejar. And in it was an orange, moving thing. It cried out, in Okashas voice.

 You havemitted the sin for which we were destroyed, Okasha. The Minds will sentence you. But we will ount for the need. Yourfailings will not be unpunished, however. The holding-jar will be your prison for now. It is no less than you deserve.

 Calectus spoke to the wailing Selphid. Then he turned to Geneva.

 Our apologies, Miss Sc. We wondered if Okasha had given into the power. I hope we did not arrive toote.

 No. Just in time. Dont hurt her.

 Geneva whispered. She couldnt move. Calectus nodded.

 We are here to help you. And we have much to discuss. But before thatIdis.

 Idis?

 Geneva saw one of the other Selphids moving out of the corner of her eye. She felt something running down along her spine. Familiar. Calectus looked at her.

 Okashas recement.

 Then Genevas ears went deaf. She felt something familiaralien. Running through her. And a voice in her head.

 Oh wow.

 Geneva Sc suddenly sat up. She looked around, blinked a few times. Smacked her mouth. And then she grinned.

 Calectus! Its me! And its so amazing! Just like the Minds said! Its even fresher than the newest corpse, and I feel

 She ran her hands down her body, moving every part of her. Then she caught herself, coughed.

 Excuse me, Miss Sc.

 What?

 There was no box. But Geneva felt/heard the second Selphid speaking through her mouth, overriding her questions.

 Hello! Im Idis! Since the other SelphidOkashawas trying to take you over, Ill be helping you move! Im from the Mindsour leaders! They really want to meet you, Miss Geneva. And Ill help you get there and dowhatever needs doing! Im actually pretty strong, so you can rely on me to kill whoever tries to hurt you!

 The Selphid went on as Geneva tried to speak. She chattered away, testing out other parts of Genevas body.

 Im a Level 32 [demaster]and a Level 14 [Barbarian]! Thats an entire thing, but were here to help in any way you need! Ill help you move and manage youlike Okasha did. If I dont suit, we have other Selphids whore happy to help out! I won the honor, though. The Minds thought Id be best. So hello!

 Geneva Sc blinked a few times. She raised and lowered her hands, looked at Calectus. The other Selphids looked at her. The [Doctor]. Calectus bowed his head.

 We have great need of you, Geneva Sc. We would like to learn from you. And help you. Idis will be our link with you. And protector.

 Thats right! We can chatter, though. Calectus is bossy. Wow, can you hear me?

 Yes.

 Idisughed in Genevas head.

 Amazing! Ive never done this. But its incredible! So much better than a corpse! I really like your body. Is that creepy to say? Thats creepy. Anywayshi! We have so much important stuff to do. Together, I mean.

 She waved at herself. Geneva looked at the crying Selphid in the jar. She looked around.

 Help was here. Geneva looked around at the other Selphids in their dead bodies, the wailing little Selphid in the jar. People willing to help, aid workers who could rece their bodies.

 Atst, there was aid. Reinforcements. Military strength and people willing to learn from Geneva. Money, recognition.

 Everything the [Doctor] wanted. Faced with it all, Geneva Sc smiled.

 But she wasnt the one doing it.

 Authors Note: Thus the poll for Genevas chapter won. After this, I will probably write the Mavi winning option, and thena break for a week. Thats to help me recharge.

 I hope you enjoynowaitI hope the story matters to you. Thats a better way of putting it. If the story impacts, the readers, thats what matters. I think thats extremely important. What you take away from a story, even as much as the joy of reading it.

 Thats a confused thought that might havee from an empty stomach and hours of writing, but its all I got. The story continues.

 The art for this chapter is fittingly of Geneva. Im featuring two artists as usualLire who has done a nude RelcErin with her glory me, Bearw, and Geneva! Also, LeChatDemon who is being moved up because he did a very topical image of Geneva and Okasha. Much love for all of it; more artists have yet to be featured, so check #gallery if you want to see them ahead of time! Thanks for /lechatdemon

 Geneva and Okashas by LeChat

 Bearw, Glory, Geneva, and Nude Relc by Lire

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