Book 7: Chapter 45_The Wandering Inn

Book 7: Chapter 45

 Serafierre val Lischelle-Drakle was sick. No

 Dying. Her father sat by her bed. He had seen it before. He held her hand tightly. Too tightly; he realized he would have snapped a non-Vampires bones. He released his grip, but sat there.

 Himilt Drakle had seen it before. In children. Adults. They passed like this, if disease or ident didnt take them. And it was hard to kill a Vampire.

 But thisthis was how the curse Balmer spoke of took them.

 It hurts. It hurts!

 Serafierre was muttering, half-awake, half-unconscious. She writhed in the bed.

 What hurts, Fierre? What happened?

 Himilt waited, but Fierre was unable to speak. Her facenormally as pale as snowwas flushed. Her body was warm. For a Vampirethat was a fever. More than that, she was in pain.

 She had vomited twice. Nowshe grabbed at the sheets, shredding them as her fingers became ws. Her strength as she gripped Himilts hand was enormous. But whatever she fought, she was helpless. Her father sat there, until he heard from afar the sound of footfalls.

 The rest of his family were silent and light-footed. Thebored breathing, the voiceHimilt sniffed the air. He knew Ryoka Griffin had entered the old castle that was his familys home and farm before she burst into the room.

 Fierre?

 Ryoka Griffin saw her friend lying in the bed, next to her father. Himilt was wearing dark, working clothes, full-body like the rest of his family to protect him from the sun.

 Fierre was running a fever and a rash like Colfas ran up and down her body. Shecried out as Ryoka caught her breath. His neck was still puffy, the sign of thyroid cancer on Earth. Beyond thathe sat still, his red eyes fixed on his daughter. He barely nced up at Ryoka as she took in her friend.

 This morning, before dawn, Fierre had been full of life as she left the Unmarked Carriage. Now, she wasatose. Not even conscious.

 Colfa found you.

 Himilt looked up and Ryoka felt a chill. The Vampires eyes were very cold. He sat still, holding his daughters hand.

 Yes, I

 Colfa val Lischelle-Drakle burst into the room. Ryoka had only gotten here first because Colfa and the other two Vampires, Bamer and Rivel, had been helping her buy potions and alchemical ingredients in Reizmelt.

 What have you done to my daughter?

 The first time Colfa had met Ryoka, she had put on airs, spoken vith the traditional vent that was quite silly to Ryoka, and yed at being Vampiric royalty.

 Nowshe dropped the ent. She sounded like Lupp, or another [Farmer], which is what she was. A Vampire [Shepherdess]Colfa had been one of the Lischelle family, who were like royalty among herders and farmerswho had given away her levels and humanity to be a Vampire.

 Her pretense was gone, now. Colfa lifted Ryoka up and mmed her into the stone walls of Fierres room. Ryoka felt a burst of pain and her head went white as Colfas ws dug into her skin, piercing flesh with ease.

 The womans eyes glowed in the night and candlelight. Ryoka felt the Vampire pressing her into the wall. She could push Ryoka until the Human was paste.

 That was a Vampire. Ryoka felt Colfa smack her into the wall and then shake her impatiently, like a doll.

 Well? Answer me! She said you cured her! What did you do? What did you give her

 Colfa. She cant respond.

 Himilt rose. He grabbed his wifes arm, and she tried to shake him off before she let him pull her back. They moved so fast. Ryoka dropped, stumbling, and caught herself.

 What did you do to her?

 Colfa inhaled. Ryoka gasped for air as Bamer and Rivel returned.

 Four Vampires stood in Fierres room, over their stricken kin. They looked at Ryoka.

 We brought the medicine, Colfa. Herbs, iceweedpotions. Where do you want them?

 Put them here. I need to mix them.

 Colfa answered distantly. She was waiting. They all were. Ryoka coughed, gulped. And spoke as she looked at her friend.

 I thoughtI thought I cured her. Made her better. Cured her of whatever was making her sick, I mean. I gave her a panacea.

 A what?

 Rivel snorted. Fierres older brother red suspiciously at Ryoka. Bamer just shook his head. He was oldnot rted to Fierre. Someone who lived with Himilt, Colfa, Rivel, and Fierre and worked their farm.

 There is no cure. You gave her poison.

 No! Im sure it wasshe was healthy thest few days! She took the medicine twothree days ago and she was fine. It made her stronger, faster. She said she felt better than she ever had in her life. She was more allergic to garlic though. And the sun nearly killed her

 The Vampires in the room exchanged a quick nce. Himilt stirred.

 She mentioned that. She tossed you across the field, Rivel. She wasnt that strong before.

 Impossible. She was just a bit stronger.

 Fierres brother scoffed, but he looked conflicted. Himilt shook his head. He looked at Bamer, then Ryoka.

 She was telling us she fought Golems in thisind she went to. With her bare hands.

 She did. She was so much better. And her cough disappeared. I thoughtwhat happened?

 Colfa took a few deep breaths as she went to check on Fierres temperature. She looked up at Ryoka, her fury abatedat least for the moment.

 Fierre came just before dawn. She said you had given her some strange medicine and shed beencured. Of her sickness. She ran about and she was better! We were all astonished. She told us what had happened, some of it, said shed taken your blood by ident, ate and drank with us, and thenfelt poorly.

 When?

 Colfa looked at her husband. Himilt scratched at his neck.

 Barely midday. She thought it was exhaustion at first, or the sunlightit did burn her far worse than us when she was careless. Shey downwhen I went to check on her an hourter, she was warm. She got worse and worse until Colfa went to find you.

 The young woman listened, trying to make sense of it all. Bamer scratched at his chin. His eyes flicked to Ryoka again.

 I didnt believe it. A cure for Vampires? Thats the stuff of stories. I thought shed just had a strength potion or something that made her feel better.

 No. It was real. Im sure of it. Ithe person who gave it to me wouldnt have lied. And he was one of the few people whod have a cure-all.

 Who? What was it? Tell us

 Again, Himilt put a hand out.

 Colfa. Whatever the case, Miss Griffin, Fierre is ill. Do you have more of whatever you gave her? Do you know what ails her?

 I dont. She drank it all. Can Ican I touch her?

 Himilt nodded. The others stood back. Ryoka bent over Fierre.

 Fierre? Are you awake? Can you hear me? What happened?

 A groan was her only answer. Fierres eyes were open, and sweat beaded her forehead. She lookedHuman. She even felt warm to the touchjust a normal persons body head. But for a Vampire

 Did she do anything strange? Did she eat or drink anything out of the ordinary?

 Ryoka looked at Fierres family. They all shook their heads.

 She did nothing out of the ordinary. We thought it had to be something that had happened on her trip.

 Maybebut what?

 Ryoka could imagine ten thousand scenarios where something in Valeterisas trapped mansion caught up with Fierre. Butwhy not Ryoka as well? It made no sense.

 She was panicking, Ryoka knew. She pped her cheeks.

 The facts. Stick to the facts, you idiot. And the facts wereFierre was sick. She had been cured. And now she was sick.

 Something had made her unwell. Find what that was. Ryoka stood up. She looked around, meeting their eyes. Colfa and Himiltsst.

 I didnt do this. At least, not on purpose. I was sure what I gave Fierre would help. If Im wrong, Ill pay for it. But I dont think I am. I think something happened to Fierre, when she got here or just before. We need to find out what that is. Cure Fierre, if possible. Have you given her a potion?

 That was the first thing we tried! I bought what I could in Reizmeltthere are some [Healer]s remedies that help us.

 Okay. Okay. Thencan you show me where Fierre was? What she ate and what she did, step by step?

 Why?

 Rivel red at Ryoka. The young woman gave him an odd look.

 I need to see exactly what Fierre did. Each and every thing! Any one of those things could be the culprit here.

 It was a logical, orderly way of looking at the problem. Rivel hesitated and Himilt nodded. His eyes focused on Ryoka, searching her like the first time they had met.

 We can do that. Ill show you around. Bamerhelp Colfa. Anything you know, any old stories. Rivel, you stay with Fierre.

 I still think its this cure. How are you so certain? Do you know what was in this potion?

 It was fair to ask. Ryoka felt flushed, as she looked down at Fierre.

 No. But I am certain.

 Then who made it? What grade of potion was it? If you have no idea, how can you be so sure? Fierre is aa Vampire. Not a Human.

 I know that! But the person who gave it to me was certain it would cure anyone. He gave me a panacea. A relic-ss potion. Heit was a Grand Mage of Wistram.

 The others traded looks. Colfa inhaled and exhaled as her eyes flickered.

 How do you knwould that evenwhy dbaaaah.

 The baaah made Ryoka jump. It hadnt actuallye from Colfa. Ratherjust behind her and lower to the ground.

 A sheep had wandered into Fierres room. A familiar sheep with a luxurious coat.

 Fluffles? Get out! This isnt the time!

 Ryoka stared at the sheep as Colfa pointed. She forgot that Fierres family really were good, local farmers. And that their livestock had a habit of wandering indoors.

 Fluffles the Sixth baahed until Colfa pushed him out of the room with her foot. She turned back to Ryoka, but Fluffles had reminded everyone.

 Be sure. I need to mix up a tonic. Itbe sure! Himilt, deal with the Human. Bamer,e with me!

 She swept out of the room. Ryoka heard another baaah as the sheep was carried away. She turned to Himilt.

 Ilets go. I need to know what Fierre did.

 Are you sure her sickness came from here?

 The father looked at Ryoka. She didnt.

 No. I need to make a list of everything Fierre did. She was almost never out of sightwe even slept in the same carriage. The carriage, damn. And the indIll make a list. I have paperno

 Ryoka cursed again. No paper or quills or ink in her bag of holding! Shed tossed everything out to make room for the magical items shed taken from Valeterisas mansion. The Vampire farmer shook his head.

 We have paper and ink. Come with me. Rivelshout if Fierre gets worse.

 The two strode from the room. Ryoka was taking deep breaths. Focus. Write it all down. Be logical about this. Its not bad. Shes just feverish. Shes going to be okay. Focus

 The two strode through the night. Himilt was quick and silent, Ryoka muttering. They saw light flickering through the old keep, distant voices from Colfa and Bamer, the sounds of the awake animalsjust Fluffles, really.

 Not much sound. House Lischelle-Drakle was silent. Ryoka felt like the living, noisy intruder. She hurried after Himilt as he passed by an open part of the keep, where the hallways wall had justcopsed. Grass and nature had intruded.

 Ow!

 Himilt turned. Ryoka was hopping on one foot; shed stepped on a burr. He eyed her bare feet. Then his head swung around.

 Wait. Someone ising.

 He held up a hand. Ryoka froze. She didnt hear or see anything at first. But Himilts senses were keen. And soonshe heard galloping hooves.

 Figures raced up the road, talking loudly in the distance. Ryoka sawfour. Three people on horseback, one short, another with a glint of metal, and one on foot. Her heart sank.

 The Silver Swords and Smani. They dismounted as Himilt turned to Ryoka.

 Your friends?

 Thethe Silver Swords. And Smani, a Courier. They must have followed

 Ryoka saw Himilts face change. His red eyes flickered and he looked around. He spoke one word.

 Byres.

 He split from Ryoka as she ran outside, cursing. Theplicated night got worse. Ryokas friend, a Vampire,y sick of something. And here came a son of Vampire hunters.

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 Earlier on the same day Fierre fell sick, Lord Tyrion Veltras was demanding answers of his familys personal [Healer].

 The woman was good. Level 36the best of the region and a friend of House Veltras. She was especially adept at treating injuries that had been allowed to fester, a necessity for anyone who treated [Warriors].

 But she was good at disease, and Tyrion had summoned her without fear when Sammial had fallen ill. He had expected her to pronounce the boy wellmaybe with a resurgence of the shortness of breath hed had when he was young.

 InsteadSammial had fallen into aa where he struggled for each breath as his airways closed within a day. Something was terribly wrong.

 Lord Veltras. I cant understand it. No disease outside of a magical one would work this fast. Did your son ingest anything? Touch some nt, for instance?

 The [Lord] turned to Ullim. The [Majordomo] shook his head.

 Lord Sammial stayed indoors all day, milord. Except for one point where he went to marketbut Id swear there was nothing out of the ordinary there.

 Inquire if anyone was selling some rare item. We must be thorough, Lord Veltras. Your son is breathing, but if he has inhaled or touched something, I must know of it!

 The [Healer] was as close to the scientific method as most people who didnt have Ryokas knowledge. Lord Veltras ordered Ullim and the [Majordomo] sent [Messengers] racing from the keep.

 What is wrong with him, exactly?

 Closed throatfeverhes coughing, which makes it worse. It could be any number of things, Lord Veltras. You must stand back. If its infectiousI may need more of my supplies from my shop.

 I will have whatever you need delivered.

 The [Lord] strode from the room and paced impatiently outside the hallway. He was a man of action. He did not like things like disease, which you could not take a sword to. Tyrion turned on the sixth back-and-forth in front of Sammials room.

 Jericha, my horse. I will go to the market and inquire myself.

 He snapped as he saw his aide striding towards him. Jericha, normally quick to anticipate his needs, didnt nod or hurry off. She just stopped.

 Her eyes were wide, and her face pale.

 Lord Veltras. You have a guest.

 Tyrion failed to take notice of her expression at first.

 Inform them Ill meet whoever it ister. My horse

 Lord Veltras. You should meet with this person. Sheshe ims to be an [Assassin] from the Assassins Guild.

 The Lord of House Veltras spun. He reached for his sword and his mind shed to an obvious connection. He snarleduntil Jericha spoke again.

 Milord Tyrion. Forgive me. Butten minutes before she arrivedLord Hethon fell ill. He imed it was a stomachache. I went to secure him after the woman arrived. He isnt responding.

 Tyrions hand found his swords hilt as a cold certainty gripped him. He looked at Jericha, and her face.

 The [Healer]. Where is the [Assassin]?

 She told him. Then she yanked the door open to Sammials room. Tyrion walked through the halls of his keep.

 His sword was drawn. Ullim, running to find him, saw the Lord of House Veltras walking past servants, guardswith one intent.

 The [Assassin] was sitting in the first guest room, calm as you please. She looked up as Tyrion burst through the doors. He pointed his sword at her.

 What have you done?

 This hired killer did note with any disguise or pretense. Ironicallythat meant she wore a mask. It was painted a dark green, with only a single rose in the center, and two slits for eyes. She sat in dark clothing, fiddling with a dagger.

 Lord Tyrion Veltras. The Circle of Thorns is displeased.

 That was all the woman said. She did not rise, or flinch as Tyrion drew back his de. The words came curtly from Tyrions mouth.

 What poison did you use? Where is the cure? Answer me, or you die this second.

 The masked face turned towards him. This [Assassin]s voice was cool.

 I do not have the cure for the poison I gave your sons. Both of them, I might add. And if you kill meone of them dies.

 The [Lord]s arm tensed. It would be so easy to bring it down. Sohe forced the de away, grabbed for a ring.

 You lie.

 I do not. I poisoned your sons. They will die without the cure. I do not have the cure. And the Circle will exact vengeance if my blood is spilled, or a single hair on my head is harmed.

 Each sentence the woman pronounced made her outline glow true in Tyrions vision. He hesitated.

 You know the poison.

 Her mask tilted the other way.

 If you are thinking of having me tortured, Lord Veltras, go ahead. Do you think my employers tell me the nature of the tools I use?

 That was neither lie nor truth. She might know. ButTyrion hesitated.

 If it was someone other than Sammial or Hethon, he might have taken her bet. But his sons. He had promised to keep them safe.

 What have you done? Does your Circle want to die that badly? If my sons die, I will raze your Guild

 Sheathe your sword, Lord Veltras. And sit down.

 The woman just stared at him. The [Lord]s knuckles whitened on his sword hilt. After a moment, he made up his mind. He mmed the sword into its sheathe.

 Tell me why you came.

 Sit down.

 She didnt move. Tyrions jaw tightened with a creak.

 Lord Veltras?

 Ullim and Jericha had returned. Both were armed. Tyrion looked over his shoulder.

 Ullim. Secure Hethon and Sammial. Post every guard you have. Scour the keep for more intruders! Anyone you suspectcheck their identities!

 The [Healer]

 Do it!

 Ullim hurried away. Jericha didnt leave. She had a wand and sword in hand. She looked at the [Assassin].

 Your servant may remain, Lord Veltras. Sit. Down.

 The [Assassin] didnt care about Jericha. She just waited until the [Lord] sat. He stared at her, but even if looks could killshe had warned him.

 The [Assassin] did not beat about the bush after Tyrion had sat. She just sat forwards and put her dagger away.

 Lord Tyrion Veltras. The Circle of Thorns has elected me as their messenger to bring you a secondoffer. Or rather, an exchange. Your sons lives and your family and your peoples safety for your cooperation.

 I gave them my answer. I do not deal with traitors of Izril and cowards.

 Tyrions voice was taut. The [Assassin] looked at him.

 And here is the Circles response. Did you really think you could interfere with their business with no consequences, Lord Veltras?

 He said nothing. The [Assassin] sat back and folded her hands behind her head with a sigh. The effrontery enraged Jericha. She pointed her wand at the [Assassin].

 What do you want? Speak your business!

 Neither son will die of the poison I gave them today. Or even tomorrow. They mayst a week, or a month at the most. But I have never known a full-grown man, Minotaur, or other species to live longer than that. And the cure is beyond your [Healer].

 The [Assassin]s voice was quiet. Tyrion waited, tense. Nowhis nerves were humming.

 I will find a cure.

 You will try. But you will not seed. The Circle will not allow you to cure your sons, Lord Veltras. No one will save your sons but our agents. Happilythe Circle is quite reasonable. Your sons need not die. Merely sign this contract I have been entrusted with and they will be healed, within the hour.

 A scroll was produced. Tyrion didnt move; Jericha snatched it out of the air as the [Assassin] tossed it forwards.

 This isa Blood Oath Contract? Ridiculous!

 Jericha recoiled. Tyrion knew what she was speaking aboutvaguely. It was a grade of magical contract, enforced by blood magic. Extremely difficult to bypass, if at all.

 What does it say, Jericha?

 He hadnt looked away from the woman. Tyrion was thinking. He heard Jericha read, mutter an oath.

 Lord Veltras

 Jericha.

 She gulped. Then she read, slowly.

 Its a simple contract, Lord Veltras. Without room to change the terms, which demand that you never raise your de against or oppose the Circle of Thorns or any of their agents. That you fight andmand the armies they give you. And you reveal no secret of theirs or their agents, again.

 Three promises. The Circle would have let you swear a lesser oath and rewarded you for it before, Lord Veltras. Nowthis is the terms of your lineage.

 The [Assassin] waited, calmly. She had been chosen to enforce this threat, and she waited to see what the [Lord] did. Rage against her, threaten her pointlessly; if he acted like a fool she had been empowered to punish him.

 But Tyrion Veltras did nothing. He just sat there. And when he looked at her, his face was expressionless.

 So that is your threat? The lives of my sons for my obedience, like some leashed dog?

 She hesitated. She had been given to understand that Lord Tyrions one weakness was his family. But there was nothing on his face.

 That is the Circles ultimatum, Lord Veltras. You may try to find an antidote. But the Circle will

 I see.

 Tyrion stood up. He looked at the [Assassin], then towards Jericha.

 See thiswoman out of my keep, Jericha. Dont harm her unless she gives you a reason to.

 Lord Veltras. The Circle will not be

 Tyrion strode out of the room. The [Assassin] hesitated as Jericha looked at her. The retainers hand clenched the scroll tightly. The female [Assassin] pointed at it.

 I wouldnt destroy that if I were you. That is your [Lord]s only chance. Tell him that.

 Jericha hesitated. She raised her wand as she put the scroll in her belt.

 You heard Lord Veltras. Begone.

 The [Assassin] rose. A bit worried. She debated arguingbut Jericha had her orders. And the [Assassin] had given the ultimatum. Briefly, she considered that the Circle might have made a mistake. If Tyrion Veltras was willing to let his sons die, they would have removed their only hold on him.

 But if he did hold any affection for themhe would sign the scroll. She was sure either way that Tyrion was calling for [Alchemists] or other experts even now. But this timethe Circle had ounted for that. She left the keep as Hethon and Sammialy sick. Unaware that in the Circles game and designsthere was onest card to y. And that Tyrion Veltras reached for it now.

 -

 One card if you were someone who liked card games. An extra die if you yed dice. If you yed chessa queen in your back pocket or something?

 Analogies were silly things. But it was fair to say it like that. Even the Circle of Thorns, even the plight facing Ryoka and afflicting Fierrethere was an easy solution, a cheap, almost unfair one.

 Lord Tyrion didnt know itbut he reached out to the person who could provide it now. And Ryoka went to the source.

 Magnolia Reinharts family were famed for their use of poisons and the [Lady] was the most resourceful woman in all of Izril. Ryoka stood by Falene and begged the half-Elf.

 Please. Just send it. Say its from Ryoka Griffin and that my friend is hurt. I know he can help. Hell listen to me.

 Grand Magus Eldavin. You know Grand Magus Eldavin?

 The half-Elf [Battlemage] was frankly incredulous. She hadnt been at The Wandering Inn to see the Grand Magus in person, but word had spread. Ryoka nodded.

 II ran a delivery for him. He doesnt owe me a favornot exactly. But hell listen. Please.

 Himilts head rose slightly. He was standing in his fields, apart from the Silver Swords who hade with Smani to see what had drawn Ryoka away. Dawil nced at wes and Smani blinked.

 The pieces came together. For other people. They came to the wrong conclusion for the right reasons.

 Fierres cure. Ryokas strange, Erin-like connections. The rumors about her delivering to the High Passes, the Wyvern bounty.

 A Grand Magus. Oh, the misunderstandings. Ryoka was oblivious to it as everyone else put the pieces together and kept their silence, redoubling their interest in the moment.

 Very well, Im sending the [Message] as follows. To Grand Magus Eldavin, sender: Ryoka Griffin. Urgent

 -

 So too from Tyrion Veltras as well, towards Magnolia Reinhart. It was the kind of thing the Circle of Thorns may have understood could happen. They might have figured on Magnolia Reinharts interferenceeven expected it after the assassination attempt.

 But a Dragon? Dragons were cheating. On the [Messages] came, two for sickness and answers. They moved through the world at the speed of magic, which could be instantaneous or slow.

 Instantaneous in this case. They travelledand the spells disintegrated. Severed, before they even reached their target. After allyou could trace where a [Message] spell was received. So they never arrived.

 Two more in the interception. Someones trying to trace you. Or me.

 Teriarch raised his head and narrowed his eyes. Magnolia Reinhart stood in his cave.

 Let them send [Messages] after Im gone, Teriarch. The world will know soon.

 The Dragon lowered his head. He looked at the woman. Even nowshe had yet to recover from the shock of it.

 Sacra was dead. Her carriage had been attacked on the road, tantly, and the best [Assassins] of northern Izril had nearly taken her head. The Dragon hesitated. He coughed into one w.

 So. Ahem, I assume you will be well-protected once you leave my cave? As I said, interference

 He trailed off. It was hard to make excuses after he had teleported her out of danger. But the [Lady] looked up at her friend.

 I will be safe, Teriarch. Until I arrive in DrakendsI will be at sea. The Velistrane awaits me in harbor.

 Hm. Well, that would do it so long as you keep your staff vignt. Make sure of that, [Maid].

 The Dragon focused on Ressa. The [Maid]-[Assassin] just nodded. Her eyes flicked to the side.

 The carriage

 The primary version is destroyed. Or taken. Whoever took it removed the tracking spells. But your backup is fixed. Ireinforced some of the magic. As for your servant

 Teriarch scratched at his neck. He looked past Ressa.

 A [Butler] stood. Reynold looked down at his legs, his face nk. They were quite different. The Dragon spoke, almost apologetically.

 I didnt teleport your legs, Human.

 He neglected to mention that he wasnt about to give the man a potion that could regenerate his legs. That was frankly worth as much as Magnolias damn carriage, if not more.

 Lord Dragon, they are exquisite. Thank you.

 Reynold bowed precisely. He did not smile; his face didnt move. Hed been like that since waking up after being saved. He paused, then looked up.

 Sacras remains

 I found nothing.

 I see.

 We will find them. This is not over, Reynold.

 Magnolia Reinhart stood there. She exhaled. Then she nced up at Teriarch.

 Old man. Dear friend. Its time for me to go. I fear Ive been put on the back foot for now.

 Youyoure sure you dont need some help? Not that Id give it, of course

 The Dragon saw her smile. The [Lady] shook her head.

 Its a poor thing to rely on Dragons too much. Someone quite crotchety said that.

 The Dragon exhaled hot air on Magnolia.

 I think it was quite a wise statement. As you wish. You will appear right outside the city gates as if it were a [Lesser Teleport] spell. As Ive saidbe wary of the Walled Cities. Theyve changed.

 I will, Teriarch. Thank you.

 Magnolia Reinhart nodded. She smiled at Teriarch. He harrumphed once more. But she was right.

 There was more that was said. But in the endthe Dragon cast a spell. The three vanished, along with the repaired secondary carriage.

 Teriarchy back down. He was tired. More mentally than physicallybut a good deal of thetter himself. He thought about his actions, self-reflecting. Critiquing. Another [Message] spell came and was severed at the root.

 Many of them, in fact. Teriarch could see the senders. Not the contents of the [Message], but the mages themselves.

 Some half-Elfhah. Someone from Invrisilthat [Enchanter] fellow? Drake from Passhas to be that young Grimalkin. Wistram, Wistram, Wistram

 He snorted as the senders found they were sending to nothing and their spells were copsing. The Dragon sighed.

 Ive been too active. Or rather, Grand Mage Eldavin has. Yes, too active by far. This is what interfering gets you. Busybodies like flies. Time enough for it to stop. I dont need this. Timefor istion.

 Magnolia had made her decision. She was going to the Walled Cities. He had helped her. Now, interest in him was too great. The Dragon prepared to cast a spell. A truly powerful one. He found an [Archmage]s staff, snorted as he hunted around.

 Wheres that damn book? Lets see. Staff here, stave there

 Magical wands and other artifacts floated up like they were lesserponents of a spell. The Dragon sighed.

 Enough was enough. There were adventurers in the High Passes and while they wouldnt break through his caves barrier that easilythere was a chance. This spellhad only ever been broken once.

 By that damn [Innkeeper]. But theres a reason for that. Other worlds. Hah! At least those Winter Sprites wont be getting in.

 The Dragon muttered. Once this spell was castnothing would reach him. Not allies. Not enemies. Seclusion absolute.

 It was necessary. He was growing attached. Too attached by far. The Brass Dragon hesitated as he cast the magic, setting up the spell. He could leave a little loophole, after all.

 Fora [Lady] or her servants. Or a young woman? The Dragon thought about this. He thought about himself. He thought about them.

 He thought about how his kind died.

 He left no loopholes for others. Only he could end the spell, or a power greater than the spell itself. The Dragon murmured old words of magic. Dozens of artifacts shone as he drew on their power, weaving istion around him.

 It was done. The Dragony, panting, as he sealed himself away from the world. No more aid. No more miracles. It had to be done.

 He would devote himself to only one thing. The Dragony there, sighing, as he flipped open a tinyptop. He clicked a few buttons. Then saw the screen flicker off.

 Theptop shut down. He had no need of it for a while, and keeping it recharged was annoying, even for a Dragon. The other electronics went to a spot in his neatly-organized cave, pride of ce, but stored for now.

 All done.

 Teriarch checked his cave onest time. He felt vaguely pleased, as someone who had finally sorted out an incredibly messy room felt upon seeing it brought to order. And of coursehe was loathe to go and upset it again.

 No more Izril for a while. No Magnoliano Griffin. They can take care of themselves. They must. This world neither needs me nor benefits from my interference. They can only rise by themselves.

 The Dragon told himself that. He thought of Ryokas grand ns. The Summer Solstice. Drat. Hed forgotten about that! He hesitated.

 But it was toote. Hed cast the spell and breaking it would be problematic, even for him. So the Dragony there.

 His breathing slowed. He rested his head on his ws.

 Yes. It was for the best, even if idental.Hed have dyed casting the spell if he recalled.But sometimesyou had tolet

 Teriarchs consciousness dwindled. The Dragons body slumbered. He never heard Ryokas pleas, and Magnolia was in no ce to help Tyrion Veltras.

 So it was. The Dragon closed his eyes and slept.

 -

 Grand Magus Eldavin opened his eyes slowly. He grimaced and felt at his back. It was an odd sensation to him. Lying on your backs. The things other species came up with.

 Lets see. Body check. Hm. Hmm

 The old half-Elf got up and stretched. He reached one arm up, experimentally touched his toes and swayed back and forth.

 It felt good. Sensation was there, even pain when he poked himself.

 No aches and pains. Well, what idiot would make a body for himself possessed by some venereal disease or afflictions? Eldavin felt sharp.

 Limited, but sharp. After all, a half-Elfs brain, howeverplex couldnt handle a Dragons intellect. Let alone the need to disguise his magic.

 Eldavin recalled Teriarch. Butin a while hed not need to fear referring to himself as a Dragon or Teriarch. That was the danger with really good simcra spells. You could lose yourself. Butthe danger was far less with his body secure.

 He did a few hops, nearly tripped over his robes, and cursed. The Grand Magus windmilled his arms, caught himself, and looked around swiftly to see if anyone had noticed. But no one had.

 The half-Elf looked around as his eyes adjusted and his mind adjusted to the different way of seeing.

 The secretboratory of the Grand Magus was well-stocked. Hed put a number of lesser artifacts inside,pleted the guise with some half-finished spells and some of the 2nd-edition books. He walked about, practicing the motion until it was effortless.

 Mm. Body checkplete. Clothing check? Undergarmentsyes. Do I wear? No, brassieres are for females. Usually.

 He snorted. Eldavin scratched at his head, and then flicked his hand.

 Better cast some spell. Cant have burrs breaking in. Now, if I wanted to go to a harborer

 He was in the High Passes. Sothe half-Elf pulled at one lip. North or south? Well, hed have to make the journey on foot until he could hire transport. What a pain, what a pain.

 The Grand Mage cast about with his senses. He felt no connection to his cave. The spell was working. Hed left no loopholes except for himself. And his entire self was right here.

 He could have slept. A year ago, he might have. Hed been preparing for it after Erin Solstice had identally broken the enchantmentst time. But the world had changed in a year.

 Eldavin began tossing some things into his bag of holding. Gold, some books for the journey

 Wrymblood and fire! I should have packed theptop!

 He shouted as he threw a book down. And it was hidden behind more enchantments than he could break as a pitiful Grand Mage! The half-Elf kicked around his secret home and tripped over his robes again. He picked himself up, swearing.

 beard. This is fine. Ill manage. Lets see. I might as well send a [Message] telling them Iming.

 He stood up, grabbed the bag of holding and stormed from the cave. He was leaving. And as Teriarch had concludedthe Dragon was done interfering with Izril.

 But that did not mean he had removed himselfpletely. Grand Magus Eldavin was bound for one ce he had not returned to inwell, ages.

 Wistram Academy. They were at the center of this phenomenon affecting the world and something had to be done. The Dragonno, half-Elfhad decided to put his wfinger on the scales as it were.

 Time to go on a journey. They had better still have that buffet.

 The Grand Magus looked around theboratory. He adjusted his robes and walked from his cave. Into the High Passes. He scared the living daylights out of a team of adventurers.

 Good day to you.

 Eldavin nodded to them. Todis Elites stared at the famed Grand Mage as he walked past them, oblivious. The half-Elf walked on, already getting used to the primitive method of lotion. He hummed under his breath. It would be a pleasant experience, eating food, speaking, limiting himself this way. Findingpanywell, that got old millennia ago. He wanted to see what Wistram was these days.

 It was an adventure. The Grand Mage walked on. After a moment, he smiled as he shaded his eyes to look up at the sun. He reflexively cast a few privacy spells as he muttered.

 Reminds me of that movie-thing I saw.

 What was that quote about wizards that Erin Solstice and Ryoka Griffin kept repeating? Something about arriving? Well, Teriarch had meant what he said to Magnolia. But there was another saying he had.

 A Dragon can do what he damn well pleases.

 He walked onwards, looking ahead. Until he tripped.

 -

 There was no aid from Dragons that night. Or in the desperate hourster. Ryoka knelt by her friend. Fierre was feverish. Muttering. Shed rejected the water, gulping it down, spitting it upalong with blood.

 Something was wrong. But what? Teriarch wasnt there to provide an easy answer. Maybe hed heard Ryokabut made good on his threat atst. She had been relying on him, going to him as the first resort.

 But ohthis once? Ryoka whispered as Fierre groaned with pain.

 Ive let too many people down before, Fierre. I promise, Ill find out whats wrong.

 She rose. Himilt was waiting. wes, Dawil, Falene, and Smani had no idea what was wrong, but Ryoka had put them on the wrong trackgoing into Reizmelt to search for clues about a magical disease or some poison that Fierre might have run into.

 Lets make that list, Himilt. Ill do the carriageyou walk me through Fierres day.

 As the night deepened, Ryoka began to search for clues to unravel this mystery. She followed Himilt as he began walking his home with her.

 Racing to find what was wrong with her friend with no idea of the time limit or the mdy involved.

 -

 Ryoka Griffin was at war with time. And time was not her ally. The sun rose too quickly as she worked, night turning into day.

 The sun shone down brightly on a tree bordering a forest. A tree like any other.

 Like no other. It was a Special Tree. Because it belonged to the one Antiniumndowner the world had ever known. He mbered upwards, hopping from branch to branch andnding lightly.

 He was a [Skirmisher], and he had a ring that allowed him to leap with ease. Now, he paused on a wide branch and found something.

 A birds nest. The bird had evacuated the instant it saw the giant insect heading its way, abandoning its young in a shocking disy of pragmatism or cowardice. Now, the Antiniums antennae twitched as he checked the nest and found three eggs.

 Aha. The fruit of thend! A magnificent harvest!

 Ksmvr happily collected the three eggs into his bag of holding and investigated the rest of the tree.

 His tree. He even had a deed to it. It was signed by Yvlon Byres, granting him the rights in perpetuity to the tree.

 Itprobably wasnt legally binding, but Pisces was stymied from pointing that out by Cerias foot, which tended to hit his shins whenever he tried.

 Now, the Antinium waved down at Pisces from the trees branches. The [Necromancer] waved back as he chewed on some cracked walnuts.

 Pisces, I have obtained a magnificent bounty of goods from mynded estates!

 Wonders never cease, Ksmvr.

 The [Necromancer] felt Ksmvrnd with a thump as the Antinium hopped down. Ksmvr saw Pisces snack.

 Comrade

 He caught himself.

 Pisces, would you care to enter into a trade agreement for your produce? I have three eggs. I will trade one for your walnuts.

 Pisces thought about this. He handed over half his walnuts and received an egg.

 This trade agreement is struck. I have now concluded diplomacy. I must make war to erge my estate.

 At that, Ceria startedughing so hard she nearly fell out of the branches of the tree shed been lounging in. She caught herself and swung to the ground.

 The half-Elf was very nimble in the trees, having grown up in a forest herself. Shended next to Pisces. The descendant of apes had stayed put, thank-you-very-much. He pped her hand down as she reached for some walnuts.

 Hey! As your captain, I order you to give me your walnuts, Pisces.

 The [Cryomancer] red at Pisces. He edged away from her radiating cold.

 I respectfully decline.

 I will give you my walnuts, CaptainI mean, Friend Ceria. And I will give you one egg for some ice cubes. I wish to crunch them.

 Ooh! An egg! Sure thing, Ksmvr. Hows being a member of thended gentry treating you?

 The [Skirmisher] stood tall, regarding his tree.

 The burdens weigh heavily, Captain Ceria. I have been gued by fears of beavers, termites, and other cmities striking my treest night. Yet I find the rewards to be fruitful. Here is your egg. Thank you for the ice.

 He happily crunched some of the ice cubes Ceria made out of water from her sk in his mandibles. Ceria took the egg, sniffed it, then cracked it and tilted her mouth. She ate the egg raw and saw Pisces grimace.

 What? Youre afraid of raw egg?

 After thest time we got sick? Yes. And thats a raw egg, Ceria. Havent you heard of frying your food?

 The half-Elf shrugged, licking her fingers. She chewed for a second before replying.

 I used to live in a forest. I ate bugs and raw eggs when I needed food. ErKsmvr, I dont mind, but you know these arent cooking eggs? Theres birds in them.

 Pisces turned pale. He shoved the egg back towards Ksmvr, who tilted his head sideways.

 I rather thought the added meat was the increase in value, Ceria. Do you not want your egg, Pisces?

 No! And here I thought half-Elves were civilized. May we go? I havent had breakfast yet.

 Pisces grumbled. Ceria shrugged. They had trooped out here this morning at Ksmvrs insistence, to check on his personal tree. Now they walked back towards the Byres estates.

 I have a tree! I must exploit it somehow. I wonder if the sap is edible? Perhaps I can entice more birds to settle there. In exchange for the eggs.

 But Ksmvr, if you eat the eggs, the birds cant reproduce.

 The Antinium went still. Then he grabbed the two remaining eggs.

 I must return these to the nest! Excuse me! I should not eat my tenants!

 He raced back towards the tree. Ceria looked guilty as Pisces snorted. They saw the Antinium bounding upwards.

 Hes having so much fun with that tree. Dont you dare tell him the contracts invalid. Yvlon signed it anyways and her parents dont care.

 I just wanted to tell Ksmvr because a [Woodcutter] might fell it quite identally.

 Wellwe can ask Yvlon to have it marked or something! Look how happy it makes him!

 The two waved at Ksmvr, who was loudly remitting the unborn offspring back into the custody of the bird. He waslike a kid.

 Ksmvr could be quite serious and pragmatic, but when he acted like this, you remembered that he was twoperhaps threeKsmvr forgot when he was born.

 The three Horns of Hammerad strolled back to the small keep surrounded by the moat. House Byres, an old, reduced family who were known for silver and their code of honor. It was something, even if it was a small noble house. After all, all three had adventured with Yvlon for a while and she talked about her heritage seldom.

 Sohow hrious do you think breakfast is going to be? Scale of one to ten?

 Numbers fail to express the hrity to me.

 Pisces smiled. He strode along, rxed. Ceria was just as calm as she swung her skeletal hand up to scratch at her head.

 For all intents and purposes, the Horns of Hammerad were on break. There wasnt much to do in House Byres. Oh, theyd convinced a few Corusdeer to stop attacking a field in one of the rare non-violent encounters the Horns had ever had. Theyd even performed a few other tasks with magicbut it was free work. They didnt ask for money from Yvlons people.

 This really is a nice ce. Not as developed as some woods, but its pretty safe. Not rich, but not poor. Itsnice.

 Pisces nodded and Ksmvr happily looked around. House Byres was one of those ces in the world where you didnt have to worry about stuff like Rock Crabs wandering about, or was economically poor or interestingly magical.

 No wonder Yvlon wanted to get away from here.

 Piscesmented. Ceria scowled.

 Be nice.

 Havent I been the model of politeness, despite the clear aversion Lord Byres has for me?

 The [Ice Mage] grunted. Pisces had been rather restrained.

 Keep it up. I dont get why Yvlon wants to leave so bgood morning, Lady Shallel!

 The half-Elf broke off and waved to the [Lady] who was waving towards them at the opened gates and drawbridge of the keep. Shallel Byres, unusual because her name did not start with Y, nodded to the three adventurers as they walked across the drawbridge.

 Hello, Miss Ceria. Mister Pisces, and Mister Ksmvr. Breakfast is ready and Yvlon was asking after you.

 All three adventurers brightened. The Horns of Hammerad were united in that they liked foodif anything, it was their fourth member waiting in the dining room, Yvlon, who was the odd one out in that regard.

 Certainly, this morning she only poked at her breakfast. Among the items was a boiled egg that Ceria regarded guiltily. But the food was hot, filling, made by a decent [Cook] who found satisfaction in being the personal employee of a minor noble house.

 Good morning to you.

 Yitton Byres sat at the table with his daughter, eating formally with silverware. His nod was a tad ufortable; not for Ceria, but rather for Pisces and Ksmvr. It was a tossup which he disliked more, the [Necromancer] or the Antinium. But Pisces had observed that Lord Yitton was unfailingly polite, if as distant as possible.

 That was House Byres. Formality, honor, and silver. The [Necromancer] eyed the actual silver silverware. He resisted the urge to pocket a knife or two. He was above that, but he was still sort of tempted.

 I trust youve all slept well? And youah, Ksmvryou seem to enjoy your tree?

 Shallel Byres was interesting to Pisces. She was clearly a [Lady]; posture, manners, and a few of her Skills had indicated that. It took a special sort of woman to smile at an Antinium as guilelessly as she did. Or maybe she was genuinely at ease around him, which made her even more unique.

 Terandrian ent. Pisces sipped from some milk as Ksmvr spoke about the birds nest. When he got to Ceria eating one of his tenants, Yvlon nearly choked on her bite of bread. Yitton and Shallel looked at Ceria, and the half-Elf blushed.

 Ersorry. I get peckish.

 Pisces nearly snorted milk out his nose at the unintentional pun. Ceria kicked him as hard as she could and his eyes watered up. Shallel had to have observed the pstick, but she just smiled at Ceria.

 Im familiar with half-Elf customs, Miss Ceria. You must have been from a more rural vige, is that right?

 Ceria blinked with surprise and then smiled.

 Thats right! Well, sort of. I got kicked out so I lived more on thend. Do you know much about half-Elves, Lady Shallel?

 Mothers from Terandria, Ceria.

 Yvlon muttered. The first things shed said all day since greeting her team. She lookedlike she was sulking. Which delighted Pisces, frankly. He sat back, enjoying some butter on his bread as he listened.

 Thats right. I grew up in the big cities, but I knew a few half-Elves. As much as any Terandrian Human.

 Oh right, you mentioned that. Then how did you get to Izril?

 Shallel sighed as Yitton coughed. There was a mischievous look in her eye as she replied.

 Well, I married into money of course! I was the daughter of a very minor noble house. Terandria has amma group of young [Ladies] whose entire purpose is to earn arge dowry or marry upwards, or to the right sort of gentleman. Im sure youre familiar with us, Mister Pisces?

 She directed that to Pisces. The [Necromancer] blinked.

 I am. Erit seems that your marriage wasnt entirely motivated by material wealth, though. Most [Ladies] wouldnt marry outside of Terandria for any amount of gold.

 Shallelughed.

 True. It was more of mutual affection when I met Yitton. But lets not pretend I didnt meet him out of purely romantic reasons. You had better watch out yourself, Pisces. And you, Miss Ceria. MmKsmvr might be immune, but you are all three Gold-ranks. Lovely young men or women will be tossing themselves at you. wes has done well, but Yvlon would delight me if she brought back someone suitable.

 Yvlon turned red, and Yitton coughed. He was a bit red across the ears himself.

 I think were drifting off-topic, Shallel.

 As you like, Yitton.

 The woman smiled. She was far more conversational than the two more formal Byres. Pisces was already delighted at Yvlons difort so he added to it as best he could.

 I must say, for my part Lady Byres, Ive been touched by your wee. I truly feel as though Yvlon is family, and I must respect your willingness to let me, a [Necromancer], under you roof

 Cerias kick this time was audible across the table. Pisces doubled over as Yitton stopped eating and Yvlon covered her face with her metallic hand.

 Shallel didnt blink.

 A teammate of Yvlons is not some random stranger, Mister Pisces. Im told you saved Yvlons life multiple times and she speaks highly of you. We couldnt simply turn away someone like that on the basis of his ss, could we?

 It was Pisces turn to blush slightly as he rubbed at his leg. Yitton cleared his throat once more, avoiding looking directly at Pisces. He clearly had a different opinion.

 Yvlons aplishments are certainly profound. ying an Adult Creler at her age? I cant name more than a dozen Gold-rank teams whove aplished the same. And as a Silver-rankthats the stuff stories are written of.

 It was just a rank. We were already Gold-rank, father.

 Yvlon blushed as Yitton looked at her. Shallel smiled.

 Nonsense. wes himself hasnt ever gone up against an Adult Creler. He tells me all the time what an aplishment it is. You even have a title from Rhir! Hells Wardens. Youre far too modest, Yvlon.

 House Byres will boast about it for generations, certainly. Its the kind of aplishment I wish Id had as a young man. But its one thing to dream, another to do it.

 Yitton nodded. He was sparing with Ceria, Ksmvr, and Piscesspeaking mostly to Ceria at thest few meals. But he wasnt as recalcitrant with his daughter.

 The young [Silversteel Armsmistress] herself turned crimson at the praise offered from both parents in front of her team. She shifted in her chair.

 It was a team-effort. Without the other teamswed have all died. I was just one adventurer.

 But you did carve into the Adult Crelers brain by yourself, Yvlon. I would ce yourbat contribution near the top, if not instrumental to our victory.

 Ksmvr added at the precisely wrong moment.

 Yes, we cant overstate your bravery, Yvlon. You even told us all to run.

 Pisces drawled. Yvlon gave him a re that threatened a punching.

 Not to mention you just lost your arm and you told Pisces to reattach it so you could keep fighting!

 Even Ceria joined in the teasing. Although she went too farYitton nced at his daughters arm and Shallels smile wavered.

 You were exceptionally brave, Yvlon. Is it wrong to praise courage where we see it? Family or notvalor is valor.

 Yitton Byres nodded and Yvlons tomato-qualities increased. It interested Pisces no end.

 Obviously, he and Ceria and even Ksmvr had been aware of Yvlons reluctance to go home. Theyd spected, but none of them had known quite why Yvlon wanted to avoid her family. And at least part of the answer was now clear: Yvlons parents, far from being the distant nobility, were dotingly proud of their daughters aplishments.

 More than even Pisces expected. As breakfast wrapped up and the tes were taken away by the few servants, Shallel turned to Yvlon.

 You and your team will have time to talk about all your aplishments andud the other contributors to your victory, Yvlon. Weve asked Lenisa toe by to put your victory to verse.

 Oh no. Motherplease. We dont need

 Toote! I know how you are with the storytelling, Yvlon, but its not about you. The other viges and towns want to hear about your battle in details and Im sure your teammates would enjoy it! Please send in Lenisa.

 Pisces blinked as an older woman in herte fifties was shown into the room. Lenisa, as it turned out, was a rather shy woman with a ir for big gestures. She had a hint of dramatis that he respected. And she fit her ss.

 I, am a [Storyteller] for House Byres. It is my role, honored adventurers, to put the deeds of Lord wes and Lady Yvlon to verse! And such stories will go to every vige and town under the aegis of House Byreseven further! Theyve reached even Invrisil. And I have no doubt that your victory as Silver-rank adventurers over an Adult Creler will be my greatest work yet!

 The woman had notes ready for the taking, and even an [Artist] to take portraits of all the Horns of Hammerad.

 Pisces was delighted. Yvlon looked like she wanted to sit in Ksmvrs tree and hide.

 What? Free advertisements? Yvlon! You didnt say your parents had hired a [Storyteller] just for us!

 Ceria whispered to her friend. Yvlon gave her a wretched look.

 They didnt. Lenisa is a family friend. Theyve hired her for every single victory Ive ever won, starting when I was Bronze-rank.

 Wreally? That sounds great!

 Its not.

 But before Yvlon could borate, Lenisa had taken over the dining room.

 Well need individual ounts, but please, tell me everything. As many details as you have in you! What the Bloodfields look like, events leading up to the battleI ah, understand we might need to take some narrative liberties here.

 She nced at Yitton, and then Pisces. The [Necromancer]s eyes narrowed.

 About what, pray?

 Oh, the undead. I understand there was a bonegiant? Some undeadcreation utilized in the battle?

 You mean, the Frostmarrow Behemoth that saved our lives? Yes, Ceria and Pisces conjured it.

 Yvlon replied, ncing at Yitton. He affected not to notice. Lenisa scribbled a note on her parchment.

 Frost and ice? Well, we can emphasize the ice a bit. How about a creation of frost and bone for dire purpose awokethI can workshop thatter. Now, Miss Byres, you know how I like to do things! Horns of Hammerad, it is such an honor to make a tale of Lady Yvlonsrades!

 The [Storyteller] beamed at the three Gold-rank adventurers and Yvlon. Ceria blinked. There was somethingalmost scary about how enthusiastically Lenisa said that. Not even a hint of the irony Pisces would have injected into every syble.

 When House Byres subjects imed to love their noble family, they really meant it. Pisces, Ceria, and Ksmvr saw the admiring nces the young [Artist] kept giving Yvlonas much awe as infatuationas they gave an ounting of the battle. The Horns became modest almost as a defense mechanism; Lenisa exaggerated everything she heard until modesty helped them reach an almost-urate truth.

 Soyou do this for every battle Yvlon wins?

 All of the major ones, of course. Why, havent you heard any of them? I sent Miss Yvlon the copiesI have everything here if youd like to look! Herethis is the first story I ever ran, in verse! The Mothbears End and Yvlon Byres First Quest!

 She showed the Horns of Hammerad a small, bound, illustrated tale recounting a Bronze-rank Yvlon Byres with the Silver Spears ying a Mothbear guing a vige in the Byresnds. The illustration had a flowing-haired Yvlon battling a tremendously big Mothbear.

 Pisces made a sound. Yvlon closed her eyes as Ksmvr clicked approvingly.

 With an enemy thisrge, Yvlon was no doubt deserving of at least this much praise! That is thergest Mothbear I have ever seen, nearly half again asrge as the average member of its species. It must be fourteen feet tall. For a Bronze-rank adventurer, this is quite a feat.

 It wasnt that tall, Ksmvr.

 Yvlon replied in a low voice. Lenisaughed.

 I exaggerated only a bit, Mister, uh, Mister Kiss-rem-vier. Is that how you pronounce your name?

 No, not at all.

 Pisces and Ceria exchanged a look. They were enjoying this look into Yvlons life. To them, it was hrious seeing the stoic, often serious member of their group squirm. They saw Shallel smiling as she watched the proceedings.

 When you three have the portraits done, well add them to the gallery. Its a shame you cant stay longer or wed pay for a mage-picture.

 All three adventurers looked up. Yvlon closed her eyes.

 -

 Mage-pictures were almostpletely-perfect images a [Mage] could capture. They could even move if you paid for them. It was expensive, but even a minor [Lord] could afford them.

 House Byres had an entire gallery devoted to their three children. They told a fascinating story to Pisces. For one thinghe stopped finding everything so funny.

 It might not be obvious to Shallel, or Yitton, the doting parents they were, or even Lenisa, but if you looked down the gallery, you saw something.

 Yvlon, wesand this must be Ysara, correct?

 Pisces pointed at the third, unfamiliar girl captured across the stages of her life up to early adulthood. Yvlon moved in one of the mage-pictures, swinging a sword, captured in perpetuity by the [Mage] or [Illusionist] or whomever had drawn the picture out with magic.

 Thats right. Ysara didnt take to the [Warrior] ss although she was the most gifted of the three, frankly. A genius with a swordbut shes a [Merchant].

 Shallel looked just a hint ufortable as she passed by Ysaras portraits. Indeedthey ended right as she seemed to be in her early twenties. But wes and Yvlon had far more. It seemed that every year, their parents had paid for one picture, even if not a mage-picture.

 It told a story. wes was always the dutiful warrior, captured in some warriors poseinter years, with a Griffins head, or his teammates, only thest few years being Dawil and Falene. Yvlon

 In her first pictures, she was an enthusiastic girl, swinging a sword with poor posture but energy. Pisces, who had been trained as a [Fencer], had seen Ysaras almost-perfect form. He had no doubt she had been one of those geniuses you hated to meet on the dueling grounds.

 Yvlon thoughno. Until she was in her early teens, she was, like the others, practicing swordsmanship. Thenfor about four yearsshe was holding books, smiling but not quite capturing genuine happiness as the mage-artist captured her in more thoughtful poses.

 She got back into her sword training when she was around seventeen. See?

 There the training resumed, but Yvlons smile turned more into concentration. Nordid she turn up with her trophies, monsters in, like Ysara and wes. Except for one image.

 She stood with her sword nted in the dirt next to a Mothbears head. A much smaller Mothbear than the illustration indicated. Yvlon didnt smile, so the artist had made her more somber, reflective.

 Pisces was certain Yvlon at that time had not been willing to smile, no matter how much coaxing shed received. He looked at her now and saw a reflection from the pictures on Yvlons face.

 Shame. 

 -

 Were delighted for you to stay as long as you like, Yvlon. IndeedI hope youd remain to perform some of the traditional rites. wes has been absent so I put them off, but youve returned at a good time. Yourpanions are much weed as well. Miss Springwalker, we have you to thank for helping us build that dam so quickly.

 A whileter, after Lenisa had gone away to put the battle with the Adult Creler to verse, Lord Yitton spoke with the others in the parlor.

 It was nothing, Lord Byres.

 Ceria smiled and waved a hand, abashed as he bowed slightly to her. A dam had nearly copsed and Ceria had helped freeze the entire ce up so it could be repaired.

 It is quite gracious of you nheless. As I said, your team is wee to stay or work around House Byres as long as you like, Yvlon. I must ask that you refrain from even practicing with theseundead, however.

 Yitton turned to Pisces, bringing up the incident from yesterday atst. Yvlon frowned.

 It was just one undead bear, father.

 Yes

 The [Lord] looked at Pisces. The [Necromancer]s smile was frosty.

 Quite under my control, Lord Byres. There was nothing to worry about. I apologize for rming one of your people.

 I quite understand, Mister Pisces. However. My subjects are terrified of the undead. I ask you as Lord of House Byres to not summon such monsters in mynds except at greatest need. I have heard Yvlons reassurances that you can control them. Nevertheless, I object personally and morally to their existence, as well as a ss that utilizes them.

 The [Lord] met Pisces eyes. The [Necromancer] began to sniff, saw Yvlon and Ceria wincing out of the corner of his eyes, and surprised them all by bowing slightly.

 As you will, Lord Byres. Refraining from using my magic is simple enough.

 Yitton nodded to him and that was the second thing he said to Pisces all day. After he had gone, the Horns went for a walk. Yvlon needed it and they wanted to privacy to speak.

 House Byresnds were nice. Picturesque, in that old knightly-way. You could just imagine some of the people working the fields looking up and seeing a [Knight] on his way to fight some evil monster.

 wes must just fit in here.

 Ceria had been thinking the same thing. Yvlon just shrugged as she kicked around moodily. In the distance, children and people looked up, waving at Yvlon who had to wave back and staring at her arms. Everyone had been in uproar when theyd seen her new armsbut theyd epted it with startling ease. Perhaps because it was a sign Yvlon Byres had stayed true to her house.

 Silver and steel, huh?

 The half-Elf nced at Yvlon. The woman nodded.

 Honest as steel, pure as silver. Thats the Byres tradition.

 Rude as a muddy toad pping you in the face, you mean. You okay, Pisces? Lord Byres was pretty direct.

 The [Necromancer] shrugged moodily.

 Hes far from the first person Ive met to hold such beliefs. And he was rather cordial about it; he could have been far ruder. I will live. You on the other hand, look quite unwell, Yvlon.

 He turned to the [Armsmistress]. Yvlon rubbed at her arms, clenching and unclenching her metal hands and staring at them as she did quite often these days.

 IIm sorry if Ive been unsociable, everyone. But I really do want to leave as soon as we can without upsetting my parents.

 The others exchanged a quick nce. Ksmvrs mandibles opened and closed.

 But why, Yvlon? Your parents seem very nice to me. I have no frame of reference for this statement, but I will make it anyways.

 Yvlon smiled.

 Itplicated, Ksmvr. Family often is. I like my parents, and wes and Ysara, of course. Its just that Im not always at home around them. Do you understand what I mean?

 No. But this is normal. You are not at home in your home.

 Ksmvr skipped ahead, thinking. The others waited; educating Ksmvr about the world was a full-time job they were all used to. He came back and looked at Yvlon and Ceria and Pisces.

 May I share my interesting observations, please?

 Go ahead, Ksmvr. This should be quite illuminating.

 Pisces smirked. Ksmvr nodded. He tilted his head one way and then another and then spoke.

 I have never had a family. I was created to lead Antinium and rece Prognugator Klbkch. I was made to die and be reced. It seems to me that families among other species treasure new life with an excess of value on the young. This is not a bad thing.

 The others smiles faded. That was Ksmvr for you. One moment he was childish, the next moment he stabbed you in the gut and let you bleed. Pisces looked at Ceria and Yvlon, at a loss, and it was the half-Elf who reached out.

 Almost right. You have a family now, Ksmvr.

 Yes you do. And as far as Im concerned, you could be my little brother. House Byres is your house, Ksmvr.

 Yvlon smiled and squeezed Ksmvrs shoulder gently. He looked at her, antennae moving with suppressed emotion. He opened and closed his mandibles.

 May I have two trees?

 Everyoneughed. Yvlon nodded.

 Why dont you go pick one out?

 Ill help if you want, Ksmvr. I know good trees. We can find another birds nest.

 Really?

 Ceria waved at Pisces and Yvlon, mouthing silently. She didnt say anything specific, but it was more of a Ill go with him to make sure no one else freaks out or he doesnt scare someone and have them attack him, kind of thing. Pisces and Yvlon nodded as Ksmvr and Ceria ran off, babbling about bark or something inane.

 Well?

 The [Necromancer] turned to Yvlon as they strolled along. She grimaced.

 If Iin, do you promise not to repeat what I said in front of my family?

 Yvlon, Yvlon. I mock you, but I dont reveal secrets.

 Pisces tsked, hurt. Yvlon rolled her eyes, but she rxed a bit.

 Thenwhat do you think of my family?

 To quote Ksmvr, they are nice. Quite proud parents. Very proud. One might say excessively so.

 The blonde-haired womans face said it all. Yvlon rubbed at the ce where her metal shoulder merged with her skin.

 If you tell them, or wes, Ill break your fingers. But I hate it here. You saw that collection of my achievements? Theyve always been like this. Me, Ysara, westheyre so proud. Which is good. I was so happyuntil I realized I didnt deserve it. That Mothbear? Ysara killed an Ogre Chieftain and five Ogres in battle when she was my age. wes fought a Griffin and beat it by himself to save a [Farmer].

 Achievement isnt an objective thing.

 Yvlon stopped walking and looked at Pisces.

 Youre telling me that, Pisces? You?

 His lips twisted.

 Very well. Say rather you stood in the shadow of two quite talented older siblings. That isnt unusual.

 Yvlon ran a hand through her bright hair.

 I know. I knowbut its been like this all my life. I lived in Ysaras shadow, and then wes. His Silver SwordsI copied him, but I was never half as aplished as he was. And my parents doted on both of us. I felt like I earned nothing properlyespecially because I was always Lady Yvlon around here.

 She gestured at her chest, as if she wore the armor she was normally never without. At home she wore just an ordinary set of clothing and looked much smaller without.

 I got my armor and weapons from my familyeven for my entire team! So I went south to Celum to actually achieve something. And you know what happened next.

 Pisces nodded. He had seen the covered image near the end of Yvlons gallery that Shallel had carefully not brought up. The original Silver Spears. Yvlon had spent a while there when shed first returned home.

 Well, as you said, family isplicated. I find it all amusing of course

 Of course.

 but when we leave, we neednt speak of it again except to humiliate you at our convenience.

 Yvlon glowered and raised a fist, but she smiled as Pisces edged away. She looked back at her home and nodded to him.

 I feel like a fool back home, thats all. What about you, Pisces? Youdo you miss your home?

 It was a loaded question. Especially because Yvlon knew a bit. Pisces hesitated. A while back hed have side-stepped the question or lied. But he was working on keeping secrets. He rolled his shoulders and reached for the rapier he carried.

 Rather a different experience than yours, Yvlon. I was never good enough. Lazy, arrogant, a half-made [Fencer] who embarrassed his father at every turnI rather feel he disliked me.

 Yvlons face changed as Pisces stared ahead. She coughed, and replied slowly.

 I understand that myining wears thin, especiallypared to others experiences. Im sorry.

 Pisces sniffed. He hated genuine emotion. He made his tone light and careless.

 Well, I will ept your apology of course, but I rather feel as though I had the better deal of it. My father made it easy to ignore his condemnation. Your parents set the bar of Yvlon Byres aplishments so high it was practically out of reach for the girl herself. That you touched it is worthy of praise.

 Yvlon blinked and eyed Pisces. Her lips quirked.

 Worthy of praise. Thanks.

 The [Necromancer] turned his head away, feeling the slightest of blushes and fighting it.

 You should find Ceria or Ksmvr to utter such praise. Or that [Storyteller], of course.

 Naturally.

 Funnily, they understood each other fairly well these days, Yvlon and Pisces. Each of the Horns of Hammerad had their own rtionship to each other. Yvlon and Ksmvrs was as deep as Cerias and Pisces for instance, but the other connections had unexpected harmony at times. Yvlon looked ahead.

 Tell me more about undead, Pisces. You keepining that undead could make House Byres better. How?

 Pisces nearly tripped over a stone. He looked at Yvlon.

 You want me to expound on the undead? Here?

 She gave him a calm look.

 My fathers anti-undead. Im not. My views on necromancy are different. Remember who fixed up my arms? You keep telling us about Khelt, which uses undead. Whatwould you make them mine silver or something?

 The [Necromancer] scratched at his messy hair.

 Well, silver is a rare problem. The metal would affect the spells, but I was uh, being more hyperbolic in my ire than anything. The truth is that Ive seen undead employed asborers and it isnt a wless solution. It would take some work to implement, actually. Previous iterations have failed.

 The [Armsmistress] looked sidelong at her friend.

 Really? Do tell.

 There was no help for it. Pisces sighed. They knew hisst name, anyways. Pisces Jea, son of nobody famous in particr. He coughed into his sleeve, going back, deciding what to tell and what was still too personal.

 Its nothing special. You know some of it already. I belonged to acabal in Terandria. While I was growing, before I left for Wistram. They were a group of [Necromancers]and a few other irregrs with simr interests. They taught me necromancy. I ran away from home to join them. I dont knowI doubt if they are still extant. I have never inquired. Some members may remain.

 Mhm. And?

 Pisces scratched at his head. She didnt even blink at him having been part of a [Necromancer] cult in Terandria. He almost missed the outrage and shock of the old days.

 We lived in hiding, learning, teaching each other, experimenting. And, well, among other things, we ran aa sort ofmune, you might say. And we even had a farm.

 Yvlon stopped again.

 You. Had a farm. Run by undead?

 She was trying not tough. Pisces folded his arms sullenly.

 Is it hard to imagine? Of course, we were emting Khelt. And Azkerash, who had created simr ces in Terandria before he was reviled. Ours was quite small; only a few hundred undead at most. Undead tilled the fields, performed menial chores, even mined and cut wood. It was an experiment.

 It sounds like it failed. What was the cause?

 Er

 Wait, let me guess. Infighting? Undead going rampant? Nocreating stronger undead by all the death magic?

 She had been listening to his lectures to Ksmvr! Pisces smiled. Then he was embarrassed again.

 Erwild dogs.

 The blonde-haired woman just stared. Pisces threw up his hands.

 Theyd attack the skeletons for bones! It got so that we had to ward the undead and patrol themune. Zombies started rotting and attracted birds, insects, and so forthwe even lost a Ghoul to the wildlife one time. And the undead would lose their binding spells, wander off, or do something inane like cut down every tree in a ten mile radius until we caught up to it

 Yvlon startedughing. Ceria and Ksmvr, who came back from finding his second tree, saw the warrior woman doubled over in mirth as Pisces glowered at her. They startedughing too, not even knowing why at first.

 Yvlon Byres wiped tears from her eyes when she was done. Pisces was glowering.

 We were all low-level. Our best member was just reaching Level 30 when I left, and he was better atbat, mass-raising undead rather than customization. I could design a far better one now. It might even be useful. But I will desist while Im on Lord Yittonsnds.

 Yvlon fell silent. She nodded slowly.

 Thanks, Pisces.

 The [Necromancer] sniffed in reply and waved it away. He thought that was that. But the short conversation with Yvlon had rified how she really felt. In a wayit was a mistake to let her unbottle her feelings. Because you couldnt put the skeleton back in the flesh suit, as one of his former [Necromancer] friends had used to say. It came to a tipping point when Lord Yitton wanted them to participate in the first Byres tradition.

 -

 Its just a minor custom, but House Byres always breaks and shares the first loaf of bread from a harvest among themselves. Yvlon, you should take part. It would honor the vige to have a Gold-rank adventurer participate.

 Not to mention you havent been back in nearly two years.

 Shallel added. Yvlon sighed.

 Were just eating bread, father.

 Its traditional and it shows our appreciation.

 Yitton gave his daughter a stern look. Ceria broke in, smiling awkwardly.

 Id love toe and wouldnt mind having something to eat, right you guys?

 Ksmvr and Pisces nodded, with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Yitton hesitated and nced at the two. He coughed into a fist.

 Perhaps it would be best if Yvlon were toe alone. It is a Byres tradition. More franklythe presence of a [Necromancer] and one of theAntinium would be disruptive.

 Ah. He was doing it again. Pisces rolled his eyes, but without real rancor; eating bread was only something Ksmvr enjoyed.

 Father. Pisces is part of my team.

 Yvlons brows twitched. It was a warning sign to anyone on her team. Shallel gave her husband a simr look.

 Im sure the Horns of Hammerad would be wee, Yitton.

 But this is a traditional meal. The people know about Mister Piscesthey might feel as though the first baking wereunclean. With all due respect, Shallel

 Pisces saw Yvlon raise one of her metal arms. She brought her fist down on the dining room table. Hard.

 The thump made everything on the ancient wood surface jump. Andcracked the table itself.

 Yvlon hadnt meant to do that, Pisces was sure. She and everyone else stared at the impact and crack that had broken the familys possible heirloom.

 Yvlon!

 Yitton went pale with fury. But Yvlon was already furious. Fury reced her look of guilt.

 Thats enough, father! If you dont want Pisces or Ksmvr around, you neednt ask for me!

 She pushed herself up. Yitton hesitated.

 I am only exining

 Youre insulting him to his face. Thats not honesty. Thats just rudeness! I know you dont like [Necromancers]. But you could at least try.

 Yvlon, really. Im quite used to

 Shut up, Pisces.

 He put up his hands and backed away as Yvlon red at him. She rounded on her father. Yitton looked startled at the confrontational note in his daughters voice.

 Yvlon, youve seen what [Necromancers] have done. wes team has fought any number of them. Shallel told you stories about Azkerash.

 And? What does that have to do with my teammate? Not every [Necromancer] is evil, father! Pisces is a friend. Hes saved my life. He is not always honorable. But he has never been evil.

 The Lord of House Byres looked like he wanted to debate that point, but presentpany made him hesitate. He stiffly inclined his head to his daughter.

 You have every right to believe that, Yvlon. But the fact remains that any incidents that ur will be your responsibility. Are you prepared for that? I have never seen an undead creation that did not seem to want me dead.

 He looked at Pisces. Yvlon ground her teeth.

 Im responsible for any idents that ur? Arent we all? If you want to talk about responsibilitywhat about you marching on Liscor with an army ready to ughter the Drakes and Gnolls there?

 Ceria, Pisces, and Ksmvrs head swung back towards Yitton. He hesitated.

 Yvlon. I did what I felt was best for the realm. I did not know you were there. Lord Tyrions motives were unknown to us all. On the face of it, we hunted a Goblin Lord.

 And you did a fine job of ughtering them.

 You speak as if that werent the point. There was a Goblin Lord, Yvlon.

 Theyre not all monsters!

 Shallel made a sound. Yvlon red around the table.

 Theyre not. Ive met some of them that spoke and thought and weremore honorable than some [Lords] and [Ladies] I could name! Theyre a people. It took me meeting them in person to find that out. But why has no one else in the Byres family ever figured that out?

 Yitton was just shaking his head.

 You sound like Emperor Godart, Yvlon. Thisthis notion isnt unique. But Ive told him exactly what I will tell you: Goblins, individuallymay have the ability to reason. They may have honor. But no Goblin King has ever made anything than unrelenting war. Vn was known as Vn the Kind before he broke every vow and forswore his honor to destroy nations.

 Thatmay be true.

 Yvlon hesitated. Pisces wasnt in this debate, but he reflected that Yvlon was arguing uphill. [Necromancers] and Goblins werent the best peoples to defend historically.

 The point is that youre insulting my team! Pisces and Ksmvr because of their species and ss! Not who they are! Enough, father.

 Im only pointing out dangerous elements in your life as I see it, Yvlon. No Byres in living memory has ever allied with a [Necromancer]. And the Antinium? Have you forgotten your history? Our House rode against the Antinium in both wars!

 Atst, Yittons voice grew heated. Pisces slowly reached for his bag of snacks. Well now, Lord Byres was finally saying what he really felt.

 So the enemys always the enemy? No wonder we cant make peace with the Drakes! Youre more stubborn than they are!

 Yvlon! Mind your manners!

 Shallel spoke up, shocked. Yvlon turned her head.

 Why? Should I say how I feel politely? Hows this? Ive never been more appalled by the slippage of House Byres morals when ites to the hypocrisy I see in giving fellow Humans like Lord Tyrion the benefit of the doubt while castigating Pisces and Ksmvr!

 Thats enough, youngdy. Youre embarrassing yourself in front of our guests and your team.

 Yittons voice was cold as he looked at the Horns. Ksmvr waved at him. Yvlon flushed.

 Theyve seen worse! I dont need to be perfect around them! And Im not wes, father! Im starting to think Ysara was right! No wonder she left!

 The [Lord] stood abruptly. He strode from the room without another word.

 Yitton!

 Shallel got to her feet. She gave Yvlon a look with so manyyers Pisces had to catalogue them and then hurried after Yitton.

 Yvlon stayed where she was. Pisces saw her pale face turn red in the silence that followed. He chewed on a walnut. As family arguments wentthat went right up with his altercations with his father. But he didnt say that.

 I think its time to go. Sorry you all had to see that.

 The [Armsmistress] muttered. She looked around at her team. She turned.

 Let me grab my things. Well just go and

 Dont be silly. You cant leave now!

 Ceria barred her way. The [Cryomancer] looked just as embarrassed at having Yvlon air her grievances in her presence, but she was firm.

 You cant just run off. You will regret it, Yvlon. Take it from me.

 The woman looked down at the half-Elf. Ceria pointed towards where Yvlons parents had gone.

 Youll regret it if you dont talk to them.

 Youeryoure speaking from experience?

 Yvlon looked around, ears still red. Pisces shrugged. Hed been quite d to walk away from his family, but Ceria had a different perspective. She nodded as she tried to turn Yvlon around.

 I ran off after shouting at my parents. I regret that. My parents are still alivebut I wonder if they remember Im gone.

 Remember youre gone?

 The woman was sufficiently distracted by that to abandon her flight. Ceria nodded. She and Ksmvr tugged Yvlon back to the dining table and got her to sit down. Ceria smiled.

 Half-Elf vige. Removed from time. They could be doing the same routine and still setting the table expecting me toe in. Im from the Vige of the Spring. Hence the name. Springwalker? Theres Springwaters, Everspringhalf-Elves have stupid naming conventions. Ithest time I was there I stormed out and I was kicked out of the vige a dayter. I never got to say goodbye. You dont want that.

 IIm sorry, Pisces, Ksmvr. I only meant to get my father to stop insulting you. The rest of that

 Why dont we go for a little walk again? You can speak with your parents in peace.

 Pisces spoke up atst. Yvlon gave him a grateful look and nodded. Pisces put away his snack and motioned with his head. The other two Horns followed him out.

 Yvlon sat there, embarrassed, restless, guiltylooking at the cracked dining room table. It would need a [Repair] spell; hopefully the old wood could be fixed with magic. Sometimes, if the damage was too great or the material too advanced, the spell failed

 Yvlon? Oh, thank goodness. Youre still here. I feared youd run off like you used to.

 Shallel returned a few minutester. Yvlon jumped and then colored again. Her mother had returned. The [Lady] walked back towards the table and regarded the damage.

 Sorry. I didnt realize Id hit it so hard.

 Tables are tables, Yvlon. Well have a [Mage]e and look at it. Or the [Carpenter]. Old De is still working.

 Uh huh. Maybe she can make a brace or something.

 Shallel nodded. She looked at Yvlon and then cleared her throat as she sat back down.

 Your fathers gone for a walk. I think when he returns youll both be calm enough to talk.

 Yvlon started. She wondered if Yittons walk would have him run into her team. Either wayshe nodded and sat there.

 IIm sorry for shouting all that. I should have said it to begin with. But there was the banquet and there was never a good moment.

 Her mother smoothed her skirts.

 I think it was overdue. I wish it could have been more tactfully done, but Im sure wes will want to have one of his one-on-one chats with his father in no uncertain terms either. He was quite unhappy in the letter he sent.

 wes was?

 The youngest Byres blinked. She had never heard wes utter anything but praise for her father. Shallel nodded.

 He prefers to express his discontent privately. Hes very much like Yitton that way, Yvlon. Did you think they never argued?

 Ive never heard him do it once. Only Ysara

 Yvlon fell silent, fidgeting with her arms. She ran her fingers over the metal flesh. Shallel sighed. She looked at Yvlons changed skin and shook her head.

 I was quite unhappy when I learned about it myself, Yvlon. I spoke to Yittonbut hes as stubborn as any Byres. Hes had a few changes of opinion, but a [Necromancer] and one of the Antinium was too much for him. Wait. I think hell apologize to your team and well see what happens next.

 Yvlon nodded. Her mother had always been the mediator of the family, especially when Ysara was still around. Yvlon rubbed at her arms again, and Shallel noticed.

 Theres a lot we havent had time to talk about, Yvlon. Or should I say, that youve been reluctant to bring up. Your arms for one.

 The young woman flinched.

 Theyre fine. I didnt want to worry you. Thats why I pretended nothing had happened.

 Mhm. Thats quite believable.

 Shallel saw her daughter flush again. Yvlon hesitated, bit her lip, and then pointed at her arms.

 They dont lookunnatural to you? They dont bother you? Really?

 The [Lady] looked at Yvlons arms, inspecting the metallic, silvery gleam of them for a while. She met Yvlons eyes and shook her head slowly.

 Youre my daughter, Yvlon. Of course I was shocked. But theyre beautiful. Just like you. I was far more worried when I heard youd been injuredpossibly permanently. This is far better than what wes described, I think. Do they disturb you?

 Yvlon hung her head. Her grievances with her father, the mixed feelings over returning homeand her arms. She spoke, looking around for her team. She hadnt said this to them. But her motherYvlon looked up and nodded.

 I dont feel Human, mother. II was crippled. This is better. But I feel like Im part-Golem or something. Im afraid. I feel like I was given my strength! I didnt earn it

 Oh Yvlon. Come here.

 Shallel rose and went over to her daughter. She embraced Yvlon, closing her eyes so Yvlon wouldnt see her unshed tears. It was Yvlon who needed reassurance.

 Coming home was hard. Yvlon stared at the arms that appalled her so much, some nights she couldnt sleep. She hadnt told her team that.

 -

 When the Horns of Hammerad returned, Yvlon was better. She and Shallel had spoken, frankly atst, and Yvlon felt calmer for it.

 Yitton still hadnt returned, but Yvlon was content to let him wait. She turned to her team.

 I have an idea. Why dont we do the traditional Byres activities? Father can join us for the bread and some of the other thingsbut some of the rituals are things Id normally do alone. Or with my team.

 Shallel nodded approvingly as Pisces, Ceria, and Ksmvr exchanged looks. The Antinium [Skirmisher] raised one tentative hand.

 What do these rituals consist of, Yvlon? Will our proficiency matter to the sess?

 Yvlon smiled.

 Not at all, Ksmvr. Its mostly just old traditions. Andwell, its vaguely entertaining to do some of them. You get free food a lot of the time. How about it?

 Her team conferred. It sounded like a fine activity to all of them, especially if it helped Yvlon reconcile. So they stood up and followed her as she led them deeper into the keep.

 Pisces dawdled a bit to see if he could [Repair] the table, but he concluded the parts needed to be joined as seamlessly as possible and that he mightck the nuance of the spell. He found Yvlon standing at arge door made of, curiously, stone and silver iys. The crest of her house was etched into the door and it looked like one of the most reinforced parts of the keep.

 Whats this?

 Yvlon pushed the door open for an answer. Pisces saw a roommostly emptywhere armor, weaponry, and more would have been hung. At the momentit had enough arms and armor for about two dozen fighters at most. Althoughhe had to notethe metal was the same silver-steel alloy that Yvlon and wes used.

 The Byres armory. Not much to see, right? This is for the family only; the house guard have a different area. This is our ancestral vault, heritage of all Byres descendants, and so on.

 The woman waved a hand with the vagueness of someone who had seen it a hundred times. Pisces looked around the room.

 Wow. Its magnificent. And old! Are those historical battles or something?

 Ceria pointed to faded stonework on the walls. Pisces saw traces of paint, but only the etchings themselves had remained, showing battles with [Knights] and other monsters. Yvlon nodded, embarrassed.

 Its a Byres tradition, writing down our aplishments. Those were our ancestors, the ones who built the keep.

 So thats where your parents get it from! We should hang the Mothbear picture right here!

 Ceria teased. Yvlon shoved her with one arm, smiling. She looked around the room. It really was emptypared to what it could hold.

 You can tell weve declined. I used to think this ce was so grandbut, well, House Byres is a fraction of howrge it was.

 Dont you have more members of your House than just your brother and sister?

 Pisces pointed out. Yvlon nodded.

 Oh, sure. Extended family. They live all over the ce. You met some of them in the banquet. But we used to be a huge noble house. This was an armory for all our [Warriors]now its only the main family that keeps the tradition of having at least one [Warrior] per generation.

 Ah. And the armor?

 Yvlon walked over to the sets of glittering armor. It too was a bit of an illusion. The metal was silver and steel, but it wasnt enchantedand perhaps only on the same level as your average steel worked by a [cksmith]. Locally forged, in short, not a Pelt-masterpiece or something from Pass forges.

 All of our artifacts were sold, or lost their magic over the years. Butwe still have this tradition. Silver and steel. Our alloy. wes breastte is made of the stuff. My armor and weapons too. Were supposed to always keep enough sets of armor and weapons to fight with. In case theyre needed.

 Ooh. This is quite lovely, Yvlon. I admire the aesthetic beauty of your armor and weaponry. Perhaps not their efficacy inbat, but certainly their luster.

 Ksmvr tested one of the des on his arm. Yvlon sighed.

 Silver and steel isnt actually stronger than just steel, Ksmvr. These are specialty weapons and armor. Good for killingoh, lots of monsters that are mostly dead.

 Like what?

 Pisces frowned. He normally loved to have the answer to that, but he only vaguely recalled the answer. Yvlon shrugged.

 Eh. Some types of monsters are weak against silver. Shape changers, mostly. Ever heard ofVampires?

 Nope.

 I have. Era bloodsucking monster in antiquity, werent they? Mostly based on Izril.

 Yvlon nodded.

 Thats right. And House Byres used to y them. Since theyre deadwere no longer needed. Us and a few other houses keep up the traditions, though. I know all the other old ying familieschildhood friends. Theres the Artien Houseactually, if we ever pass by, you should meet Dnay. He used toe over to y all the time and his family takes the old traditions even more seriously than fatheranyways, heres the first tradition. The tithe.

 She walked over to something at the far end of the room. It was a pedestal with a bowl under it before some great mural of battle. Pisces, squinting, saw figures on one side with hints of silver paint battling rather bestial figures on the others. He saw fangs, wsthen heard the clink of metal.

 Yvlon had pulled out her money pouch. Now, she counted gold coins into the small bowl on the pedestal. She knelt there, then rose, looking embarrassed.

 I suppose father or mother will use it to have a recement set madeor for repairs. Traditionallythose pledged to House Byres woulde by and tithe some of their earnings. So theres no point to

 Shush. Be respectful.

 Ksmvr came before Yvlon and solemnly put some coins in the pedestal. He copied Yvlon, kneeling before the old mural.

 Yes, Yvlon. You are quite ruining the solemnity of the moment.

 It was worth a gold coin to see Yvlons face. Even Ceria did the same. Yvlon smacked both their heads with her hand. Not Ksmvr. He was actually serious.

 Fine. If you want to donate to our house, be my guests. Thats the first tradition over with. Secondthe cleansing rites.

 Whats that about?

 Ceria sneezed; the armory was a bit dusty. Yvlon smiled.

 Youll actually enjoy this. Come on.

 She led them to another spot in the keep. This time, towards a small bathing area. Pisces blinked. Ceria whistled.

 Silver baths?

 The basins of the outdoor tubs and small, natural hot spring were made of silver. They glowed even in the daytime. Yvlon smiled.

 Were supposed to bathe here for an hour. Right after we arrive, actually.

 But its midday. You mean we take a bath in the sun?

 Ceria squinted up. Yvlon nodded.

 Yep. Thats part of the ritual. Ohand you have to be naked.

 Pisces looked up. Ceria stared at him and then at Yvlon. The woman coughed.

 In separate areas, Pisces. You go over there.

 Ah.

 s.

 That was how they found themselves sitting in the bubbling water, rxing in the sun. Ceria and Yvlon on one side, Pisces and Ksmvr on the other, blocked by a dividing wall.

 You have ancestral hot springs. In a silver basin.

 Ceria poked at the waters. There was nothing special about them, unlike some magical hot springs shed heard of, but it was a beautiful ce. Yvlon rxed, her arms shining in the sun along with the rest of the metal that made up this ce.

 I used to think everyone had baths like this. A lot of the people in House Byres have silver bathtubs, you know. Heirlooms.

 Yournd is so weird. And obsessed with silver.

 Tell me about it.

 On the other side of the baths, Pisces was rxing. Only a bit disappointed by the fact that he was alone. He cracked one eye open as he sighed in the hot waters.

 Ksmvr? You really neednt get in

 The Antinium was rocking back and forth, nakedbut yet to put one foot in the hot springs.

 I am not afraid of water. Or being cooked alive in my own juices because I cannot regte my internal body temperature. I am not afraid of water. Or

 Maybe just put one foot in the hot springs?

 Pisces suggested. Ksmvr nearly copsed in relief. He paddled the water with his feet as he sat at the edge of the hot springs and he and Pisces just sat there in silence. Until Ksmvr asked a question.

 It seems Yvlon was quite reluctant to go home because of her family issues. Ceria has family issues. I am given to understand you have family issues.

 Its an endemic problem among non-Antinium, Ksmvr. Especially adventurers. Weand I am using the term generally heredont tend to get along with families of a more conservative lifestyle.

 Pisces sighed as he leaned back. He could get used to this. Ksmvr nodded a few times.

 Do you wish to visit your family like Ceria, Pisces? I would like to return to the Free Hive someday, but I am emunicated.

 The [Necromancer] opened his eyes and sat up in the water. He looked at Ksmvr and hesitated.

 Ive thought of it. Someday, perhaps. Returning home would be dangerous. But there is an allure to it. StillTerandria is quite a ways away.

 Ksmvr nodded.

 But you wish to. Then I shalle with you when that day arrives. Even if I must crossthe ocean.

 He shuddered. Pisces smiled.

 Thats far in the future, Ksmvr, even if I should decide to do it.

 All the more reason to n ahead, Comrade Pisces.

 The [Necromancer]ughed.

 Well said, Friend Ksmvr!

 On the other side, Ceria and Yvlon wondered what was making the other twough. Ceria turned to Yvlon.

 This really is fun. Im d we came here, Yvlon. Despite family fighting and all.

 Yvlon nodded slowly. She was feeling better too. This was a good resting point. They hadnt had many of them; Erins inn might count, but restful and Erin Solstice were a bit hard to reconcile as ideas.

 I think a few more days and we can leave without upsetting my parents. Whates after this? That dead vige Pisces wants us to investigate?

 Ceria waved her skeletal hand in the air.

 Maybe. Well y it by ear. Were new Gold-ranks. We have to make a name for ourselves! Lets just rx. Then well aim for Named Rank.

 Yvlon had tough. Theyd been Silver-ranks for years and Gold-rank had been an all-consuming passion for them. Now? She rxed.

 Onwards and upwards, right, Ceria?

 The half-Elf winked at her friend. She frowned at the hot water; her aura was making it lukewarm. She concentratedand the bubbling resumed. Ceria submerged herself up to her neck.

 Were adventurers. Lets go kill something. Right after we do a few more traditional rituals. Is a massage traditional?

 Not at all. Want me to try?

 Yvlon, eyes still closed, flexed one of her metal hands. The hand turnedspiky. Little metal barbs ready to cut apart anything Yvlon touched. Ceria eyed it.

 Pass.

 -

 The sun was shining. The sheep were making happy sounds in the pastures.

 Fierre was dying.

 Ryoka Griffin sat there, head in her hands, hair spilling down around her face. She looked down at the list of everything Fierre had done, from when she had left Reizmelt and gone with Ryoka to the Archmages isle to now. Then she looked at her friend.

 Fierre had stopped muttering and thrashing as the sun rose. The room was dark, devoid of sunlight obviously, with only a magical [Light] spell Ryoka had cast for illumination. Now, she justy there.

 But it wasnt sleep. Her breathing was growing weaker. Ryoka checked her pulse again.

 Too warm.

 That was all Colfa said. The Vampire mother sat there. She applied ice to Fierres head, frozen with a spell. Trying to lower Fierres temperature to what should be cold skin for a Vampire. She wiped sweat from Fierres brow.

 Ryokas friend looked soHuman as shey there. Her eyes were closed, and her hands had been neatly folded. Ryoka wished Colfa hadnt done that. It seemed like defeat.

 Whatwhat have I missed?

 Colfa nced at Ryoka. The young woman ran down the list. Colfa reapplied the ice, tried to give Fierre some water.

 The Vampire girl had taken some of the sheeps blood that Fierres family lived on, some waterbut she was sick, throwing upand none of the tinctures Colfa had tried to give her daughter had any effect.

 Whatever was attacking Fierreit was getting worse. Now, Ryoka heard Fierre breathing weakly.

 Say it again.

 Ryoka read dully.

 Reizmelt. Djinnis carriage. Ate magical food and drink with me. Panacea. Struck by sunlight; exposed to garlic. Would any of that

 No.

 Youre sure?

 Himilt spoke up. The farmer sat there, in his dark clothing, head bowed. Not asleep, but unmoving. Thinking.

 Did she eat the garlic?

 No. She had a reaction to itbut it was thrown out.

 Then it wouldnt affect her. Garlic only causes suffering. Ive never heard of a Vampire dying of it. Bamers stories never mentioned it. Physical sickness, yes. Not this.

 Ryoka made another note on the list.

 Sunlight?

 She knew the answer even as Colfa looked at her. The woman had even tested it.

 Sunlight burns us. If Fierre wascuredit would have set her aze within moments, as you said. But as soon as we return to shadows we begin to heal.

 No point in asking again and again. Ryoka ran down the list.

 She passed over the oceanshe was really seasick.

 Nothing to do with her heritage.

 Lets see. Spells, fighting across the islenothing out of the ordinary so far. Ryoka bit her lip. Her mind wasfogged. She hadnt slept since yesterday, before dawn. But she had to focus. Figure it out. She found the next suspicious entry on her list.

 Mirrors in the Archmages mansion? Fighting Golems? Thethe air that put me to sleep? [Insanity] spells?

 Nothing like that would do this. Perhaps whatever put you to sleepbut I cannot believe it would have lingered in her body and only affected her now.

 Colfa shook her head. Fierre made a sound and all three started. Ryoka saw Colfa touch her daughters head.

 Shes getting warmer. What. Else?

 Imprisonment. Collecting artifacts, leaving the mansion. Meeting the Archmage. Eating some foodmy rations and carrots and bad tea.

 Himilt opened his eyes as Ryoka paused.

 Fierre used to eat raw meat. Bloody. I know a Vampire who ate foul, rotten flesh and never suffered for it. Nothing like that could harm her.

 Ryoka tapped at her lips.

 After that we left

 She felt like she was missing something. Butit had been an entire days journey back to Reizmelt so whatever had happened still had taken a long time.

 When she returned hereFierre told you what had happened. Tell me if Im missing anything. She ate in the dining room. Anything unusual?

 Fluffles blood. Two days old. We all had it, though.

 The sheep? Ryoka blinked, but that was why the Lischelle-Drakle family raised their animals. The perfect cover, and apparently the animals didnt mind the bleeding much. Ryoka bit her lip.

 Anything else?

 We had some wine. Fierre was thirstythe magical food didnt fill her up, so she had wine and water. Then she took a bath to wash the grime of the road away. She went out with the animalsfought Rivel

 Did he injure her?

 Himilt shook his head.

 She threw him across the field. That was when we started to believe. Bamer had us all listening to stories. Colfa was making food for lunch

 Food?

 Blood sausage.

 Oh. And then?

 Fierre went back to her room, feeling unwell. Shey downand thats when she began feeling sick. We thought it was exhaustion so we gave her a stamina potion. Thena tiny bit of healing potion. But it neither made her better or worse.

 If it was an infection

 We dont get infections!

 Colfa hissed at Ryoka, baring her teeth. Ryoka flinched. She looked at the womans arm.

 But your rash

 Its not from an injury. Its just

 The woman trailed off. She looked at Himilt and he spoke. It was the same grim conclusion that Bamer had alreadye to, that Fierres parents believed to be the root of the cause.

 The mdy.

 Ryoka lowered the notepad. She thought there was somethingsomething she had forgotten. But she needed to know.

 Look. We tested the wine. Rivels dead drunk. We tried the blood

 Bamer had done that. He was full, butpletely fine. And everything else couldnt be tested, except through Ryoka and Smani who had done exactly what Fierre had in the Unmarked Carriage. Ryoka clenched one hand.

 Tell me about thethe curse afflicting Vampires, please.

 Himilt and Colfa looked at each other slowly. Colfa rose.

 Im going to see to theguests. Himilt, tell Ryoka. If Fierre bes worsetell me.

 A look shed between them, so fast Ryoka didnt understand. But she felt it.

 Colfa left the room, to inquire after the only other non-Vampires here. The Silver Swords. They hade back empty-handed with Smani, and were now dozing. Himilt walked over and sat at Fierres bedside.

 Ryoka approached Fierre from the other side. She reached out for her friend, felt at her head. Fierre was now warmer than the average Human should be. For a Vampire that was a fever ofRyoka felt her stomach twisting.

 She wasnt going to die. You didnt die after being cured! Not on a day like this. Ryoka was going to find the solution. She was going to

 Why hadnt she found it yet? Ryoka fumbled for a stamina potion, gulped it down. But it could only give her energy, not solve herck of sleep, her panicking mind.

 Whats the mdy, Himilt?

 The father sat there, head bowed. His eyes flickered up to Ryoka and down to his daughter. When he replied, it was in a low voice.

 These are Vampire secrets, Ryoka Griffin.

 I know, but

 The eyes moved upwards. Ryoka felt a shock run through her. Colfa had eyes that could mesmerize. Himilts held her for a moment, with nothing but force of will.

 For Fierre, I will tell you all our secrets. But what happens next, Ryoka Griffinfor good or illwill never leave thisnd. You have brought one of House Byres here. One of our greatest enemies. I am warning you only once. We may resort todesperationfor Fierre. If he uncovers our secret, he and his entire team will never leave. You will need to keep him away.

 Ryoka gulped. The idea of a farmer killing an entire Gold-rank team and perhaps Smani as well was ludicrous. Himilt thoughfour Vampires?

 Ill do what it takes.

 Himilt only nodded.

 The beginning, then. Bamer could tell you more, but he likes to exaggerate. I know the story my mother and father told me. Once, we were Vampires. The same kind you seem to know about. Powerful, variedwith the ability to change forms, cast magic,mand lesser beings. It was said the greatest of us feared only dragonfire and could even stand and defy the sun.

 The City Runner felt a tingle run across her skin, even now. It was like listening to Teriarch speak of his past. Himilt nodded.

 We were legion. But like so many empires, we grew overconfident. Our enemies fought usand we waged a long war against them. We won and lostthats not the point. The true ending was when the sickness, the mdy, the curse or whatever it was began.

 He reached for his side, uncorked a sk of water and drank. Just water; not blood. Vampires were not undead. Just biological beings with magic, on a different setting than Humans. They wouldnt be able to fall sick otherwise. Ryoka wonderedwas it an autoimmune disease, like the one she knew from Earth? She nced at Himilts neck. He nodded, touching it.

 One of the symptoms. Colfa has a rashshe became a Vampirete in life. She might outlive us all. Bamer, Rivel, Fierrethey were all born with the signs. Back to the beginning. We lost many powers in the first generations when the sickness became noticeable. We fell ind we do not sumb to poison or disease. But we fell ill. Our strength waned, as did the weaknesses of our bodies. Many fell ill at once and died raving of the pain of whatever ailed us. Those who survivedwere afflicted.

 And no cure? Not even one?

 He shook his head.

 Of course not. Everything was attempted. And before you askyes. Everything. We did not go into hiding right away. The first Vampires so cursed drank the blood of countless thousands but it availed them little. They turned to magic, alchemynothing worked. In six generationswe no longer derived the power from the blood of Izrils mortals. Within eight generations, the affliction stabilized. We live short lives, but we can at least stand under the sun or touch silver.

 Decipher what it meant. The root of what he was saying was that whatever it was washereditary? A disease so powerful that it ate away at Vampires? Yesit did match a disease. But Ryoka wasnt certain.

 Teriarch was the clue. He had hinted that his panacea would cure Fierrebut not the root of the problem. If she could be reinfectedand why was she worse?

 What about my panacea? I have to believe there was at least one artifact like that. Even if it was rare.

 Himilt paused, and his eyes flickered. Fierre stirredfell still.

 Yes. Great magics did stave off the illness for a while. But it led to this. Those cured fell ill faster. Something crept up on us.

 This time the chill made Ryoka shudder. She saw Himilt nce at her for a second. Could he sense her beating heart? Ryoka looked down at her list.

 I need to figure out what Ive forgotten. What Im missing. How long does Fierre have?

 I dont know.

 Ryoka stared at Himilt. She looked at his daughter and felt a surge of anger. She had been racing around and Himilt and the others had been helping her. But as the sun rose and Ryokas hypotheses had failed, they had grown silent. Given up.

 Dont just sit there! We need to act! Fierre can still be saved!

 Again, Himilts eyes shed like blood and Ryoka froze. There was real wrath there. And something else.

 She will be. I am not sitting idly, Ryoka Griffin. If Fierre should grow worseColfa is resolved. But I will ensure Fierre does not die.

 Something about the way he said that made Ryoka hesitate. A little light bulb flicked on in her head.

 Who had said it? Not the Archmage. The Djinni.

 Karsaeu. She had saidRyoka closed her eyes.

 Royal blood! I couldget some?

 Her eyes snapped open. Himilt blinked.

 What?

 How far was Riverfarm? NoThe Wandering Inn. Did Laken even count? Ryoka whirled back to Fierre.

 Royal blood. Could itcould it bring a Vampire back? Somehe Djinnishe said that shed kill Fierre so dead that not even royal blood would bring her back. Does that mean it could revive her?

 The older Vampire blinked. Thenhe shook his head. Ryokas face fell.

 I dont know how old this Djinni is. But shes only half-right. Death is not so easily reversed. The blood of royaltychanges us. But it cannot bring back the dead alone.

 Ryoka deted.

 Oh. Thenwhat will you do?

 Fierres father sat there, stroking his daughters hand. He looked down at her with a soft look in his eyes.

 Its easy. If something is killing hershe only needs to grow stronger.

 It took Ryoka only a second to understand why he said it like that. She slowly rose and looked at Himilts back. He didnt turn towards her.

 Whatwhat do you mean by that, Himilt?

 He shook his head slowly.

 Ryoka Griffin, you have no idea what Vampires are. You know the stories. But not the truth. You didnt make her a true Vampire. You just cured her of her sickness, the same sickness that took away our true power. But strength is sacrifice. If she is a true Vampireshe can grow stronger the one way I know.

 Ryoka should have felt afraid for herself. But she wasnt. The look Colfa had given Himilt. The way he was acting. The silence from Rivel and Bamershe whispered her conclusion.

 She has to drink other Vampires blood?

 His silence was everything. Ryoka was right, about this, at least. She gulped.

 Fierre saidshe told me once she used to have more siblings. But they died. Does that mean?

 Himilt spun. His fangs were visible as he snapped.

 No. Do you think we fed them to each other? No. It would have done nothing. Vampires as sick as we cannot take each others strength. But Fierre. If she is better

 He fell silent again. Ryoka breathed once more. But then she saw Himilts certainty. He believed Ryoka. Colfa didnt and neither did Bamer, not quite. But Himilt believed Fierre was better. He was going to

 The father looked up at Ryoka. His eyes were red and tired. He shook his head slowly as he sat by Fierre.

 You know so much, when even our foes have forgotten most of what we were. Who are you, stranger? Why did you bring death upon my family?

 The words hit her like an avnche. Ryoka Griffin stumbled backwards. She saw Miha Godfrey looking at her. Krshia. Mrsha

 She had tried to help. Ryoka turned and fled.

 -

 Ryoka?

 The young woman was panting outside, in the sun. wes was exhausted. But he saw her fleeing Fierres room, white-faced. NowRyoka stood there.

 Whatwhy do they always die?

 She looked up at him. The [Knight] hesitated.

 You cant me yourself, Miss Ryoka.

 I can. Fierre was fine until I tried to help her. Iwhat am I missing. What happened?

 wes looked around helplessly.

 Its some kind of magical sickness, as far as I understand it, correct?

 Ryoka didnt bother correcting him. wes ran a hand through his fair hair.

 It had to havee from Archmage Valeterisas isle. Ive heard stories about her. Sheexperiments. Smani went through everything that could have hurt Fierre. But it has to have been something that urred when he wasnt with you.

 The man gestured towards the keep.

 Hehes fallen asleep. He was running to [Alchemists], looking for a cure. Dont me him. But Smani did rememberwhen you were first brought to the cells, before you woke up, your friend was distraught. She said she attacked you.

 The room of insanity. Ryokas head slowly rose. Yesshe recalled that. Andand something else.

 Fierre had drank her blood. Not just that. Ryoka shot upright.

 The fucking rats.

 The rats?

 wes blinked. Ryoka whirled.

 I know what it could be! I forgot!

 The green rats Fierre had been snacking on! They had to begue rats? Radioactive? Ryokas mind was racing a mile a minute. She hesitated, tornthen she raced for the kitchen.

 Colfa! I know what made Fierre sick!

 The woman spun. She was making food for her guests, being the only former Human among her family who had possessed a strong interest in cooking.

 What? Tell me!

 Rats. Fierre was in the isle. And she ate ratsthey might have been poisoned! I bet Valeterisa has damn poison rats or something! Orit could be me. Fierre. She drank my blood.

 Ryoka babbled an exnation. Colfas eyes widened. She nced over Ryokas shoulder; wes was hurrying after them.

 Whats wrong with your blood?

 Im

 Im from another world. Ryoka knew it had to be one or the other. That was the only thing Fierre had imbibed that was out of the ordinary that no one else had!

 We need to figure out which it was. If it was one or the other

 We dont have these rats. Was there something off about them?

 They were green.

 Green? And Fierre ate them?

 Colfa was horrified. Ryoka cursed. If only they had

 Wait. Waitaminute. wes

 She caught the [Knight] as he peeked in. Ryoka looked around.

 Ithink I know whats wrong with Fierre.

 What?

 Rats. She uhate some green rats.

 What, ate them?

 The [Knight] was horrified. Ryoka nodded rapidly. It was close to the truth! She looked around and turned to Colfa. The mother was eying Ryokas neck. She covered her mouth with her hand as she turned to the [Knight].

 Perhaps you can ask about rat-rted diseases, Adventurer wes?

 Im sure there are hundreds. Let me wake Falene.

 The appalled young man backed away. Ryokas mind was spinning.

 I thinkI thinkFierre might have saved some rats as a snack. In her bag of holding!

 That sounds like her. Her bag of holdingfollow me.

 Colfa blurred. wes raised his head and stared as she zipped out of the kitchen and down the halls of her keep. She was moving too fast. But neither she nor Ryoka was in the right state of mind.

 Fierres bag of holding was lying in the bathroomshed forgotten to take it with her. Colfa and Ryoka found it after about eight minutes of running around and cursing.

 Lets see. Artifacts, scrolls, potionsfuck.

 Ryoka grabbed a handful of sludge. Colfa recoiled and held her nose.

 What is that?

 Fierre threw up into the bag of holding. Its everywhere. Ugh, ughhere!

 Ryoka pulled out a green rat, freshly dead and smelling only a bit from the bag of holding. Colfa recoiled.

 She ate that?

 She said they were tasty. Here

 Ryoka tried to shove the rat into Colfas mouth. The woman pped Ryokas hand down.

 Ill see what blood it has. But it could be yours, you said? Why did Fierre drain your blood?

 It was an ident. Here

 Ryoka fumbled with a knife. She shed across her wrist. Colfa froze in the act of washing the rat.

 Blood ran down Ryokas arm. She thrust it at the Vampires.

 Here.

 Are you mad?

 Ill drink a healing potion! Just

 What would they do if it was Ryokas blood? Or the rat? The young woman hesitated, but Colfa looked at her and nodded. She grabbed Ryokas arm andpped up the blood. Then she tore open the rat and bit the flesh.

 For a moment she was savage, her teeth tearing apart fur and meat. Ryoka backed away as Colfas eyes glowed. She swallowed, wiping at her mouth.

 Ryoka? Falene says she thinksRyoka?

 The two women jumped. wes poked his head into the bathroom. He saw Ryoka gulping a healing potion, the bloody dagger in hand.

 wes! This is a bathroom!

 Im terribly sorry!

 The [Knight] pulled his head back at once, blushing. Ryoka couldnt believe the [Knight] would be that

 wes looked Colfa and Ryoka up and down as they left a momentter.

 What happened to your wrist, Ryoka?

 Colfas mouth and clothing was free of blood. Ryoka hesitated.

 Iwas trying to dissect the rat and slipped. But we think it might be the rat. Whatwhat did Falene find out?

 A number of diseases. None that match Fierres condition yet, but I wanted to ask if you had a rat.

 Yeshere.

 Ryoka handed wes a spare green rat. He took it in his gauntleted hands, very gingerly, and nodded.

 Let megive this to Falene. Thank you.

 He looked back just once. At Ryokas wrist. She felt trepidation. But then she turned to Colfa.

 It might take a day or two to see if youre sick, though. Damn, damn

 Im not sick. Nor will I be.

 The Vampire spoke softly. Ryoka looked at her.

 You cant be sure

 Ive had animal blood before. The rat tasted no different. Ive drank the blood of rabid animalsand sick ones. I can tell the difference. Unless that [Knight]s friend can find poison in itneither you nor the rat were the cause. Your blood tastes different, for that matter. And I have drunk Human blood.

 Ryoka blinked. Colfa was staring at her.

 Icould it make you sick?

 No. It just tastes different. Believe meI thought you might be right. But the more I think of iteven if Fierre was eating poisoned rats, so what? Fluffles the Fifth ate a bunch of poison once and we drank his blood. None of us were sick; it just tasted foul.

 Poor Fluffles the Fifth. Ryoka thought that distantlythen her stomach clenched. And her certainty turned to despair once more. Especially when she went to find Falene and the [Battlemage] held up the rat in a leather-gloved hand.

 No poison. Its just a rat. Why anyone would eat a rat is beyond me, but there you go.

 I could see eating a rat. I bet Ceria would give it a bite. You too good for rats, Pointy?

 Dawil muttered. Falene glowered at him, but their heart wasnt in it. The Silver Swords saw Ryoka put her head down.

 Shed failed. Ryoka had no more clues left! Only the Unseen Carriage and she was almost certain that Karsaeu wouldnt have fed Fierre poisoned magic food. What was there left? Ryoka had tried being scientific about it! Shed tried

 Whats that smell?

 Falene covered her nose. Ryoka raised her head.

 Sorry. Its uh, puke. Fierres bag of holding hadshe threw up in

 She stared at her hand. Then sniffed at the ck gunk there. wes and Falene gagged a bit. So did Ryoka. But she stared.

 She threw this up when she took

 The panacea. Here was something Fierres body had rejected. Ryoka remembered the stream of ck vomit so clearly. And it was still here, preserved by the bag of holding.

 Look, Miss Griffin. I said a lot of stuff about rats. But if youre that hungry, Ill make you some food.

 Dawil looked nervous as Ryoka stared at her hand. But the young woman was muttering.

 Gotta be a clue. I just need to istemicroscope. Microscope.

 She looked up. Colfa saw hope reignite in Ryokas eyes. She looked around, wildly, galvanized by an idea. Then she stared straight ahead. wes, Dawil, Colfa, all followed her gaze.

 Ryoka Griffin stared at Falene. At Falenes face. At something perched on her nose.

 Falene. I need your sses. And I need you to cast some spells.

 What?

 The half-Elf protectively covered her face. But then Ryoka grabbed for the spectacles and snapped them in half. She needed a microscope. This timeshe was certain.

 The answery before her. Just too small to see.

 -

 A microscope was an incredibly powerful tool of the modern age. Alsosimple in concept to design. Ryoka didnt know how to create a high-powered version. But she remember a simple do-it-yourself school project. All you needed was a tube, some ck cloth or paper, and two lenses

 And if you couldnt engineer something perfectly out of a bunch of leaves and sticks, use magic. Falene, after she had been prevented from murdering Ryoka with her bare hands, was incensed.

 You need to magnify your vision? I can do that with a spell! [Farsight]!

 Thats not what I need. I need way more magnification than this. Youuhyou can [Repair] the sses, right? Ill pay for them!

 Ill pay for them if theyre that expensive. Come off it, Skystrall. Ryoka, what do you need?

 Ryoka had assembled the crude microscope and was trying to get the lenses to work. Falene made a sound of disgust, but she tapped Ryokas temples next to her right eye.

 [Farsight]. Hows that? Your right eye

 Aah!

 Ryokas eye burst into tears at the sudden magnification. It was beyond disorientingbut then she looked through the microscope and blinked.

 I thinkI think[Light]

 A harsh white light appeared from beneath the sample tray. Which was, in fact, a windowpane upon which Ryoka had heaped a bunch of Fierres dried puke. The others crowded around as Ryoka sifted through the ck vomit. She had a pair of tweezers used for extracting ticks from the animals and long brush.

 I think its working! I can see

 Tiny particles. No doubt food, gastric acids. Ryoka began sifting through it. She thoughtshe saw something odd.

 I might need some water. Something to dilute this. Andand a bucket. We cant throw anything away. But we can iste different parts, right?

 No one else had any idea what Ryoka was talking about. But even if she dissolved part of the vomit, as long as she kept the liquid, all theponents were there. And part of Ryokapart of her had a suspicion.

 I can get the water. Dawil, lets haul some up. Wheres your well, Miss Colfa?

 That way. Theres a bucket therehere. Ill find more.

 Colfa strode off. Falene pinched at her nose and backed up, muttering about the cost of good spectacles.

 All the pieces were there. Ryoka stared at ck particles swirling together. She took the water Colfa had on hand and mixed it with a first sample, leaving some for control. Butbut now she was perfectly calm. Terrified. But calm.

 This time she was certain. The clues were there. She saw it. It was specks of ckness as she washed the dark waters, isting what wasnt food or easily dissolvable. ckbut that made sense, didnt it?

 It tarnished. But where did ite from?

 -

 Okay, we broke the first loaf of fresh bread, we exchanged drinkswalked thends to check for impurity, and made an offering of silver at the shrine-thingy. Weird name. Shrine. Shrine.

 The Horns of Hammerad were still doing traditional Byres activities. Ceria kept sounding out the word; it wasnt one she was familiar with. Yvlon nodded.

 Its a rare word. But thats what we call it.

 And why an offering of silver?

 Pisces had helped ce the nuggets of silver on the little dais. He looked quizzically at Yvlon. She scratched at her head, smiling a bit.

 That was for the Silver Dragon, Yderigrisel. If you can believe it.

 The Horns smacked into each other as they all stopped.

 The what?

 Ceria stared back at the overgrown shrine. Yvlon shrugged.

 Its an ancient pact. Tradition at this point. House Byres used to be friends with a Dragon. But it died millennia ago. Theres a legend that says Yderigrisel wille back in our hour of need. But uhit wont.

 Why are you so certain? This is amazing!

 Ceria was astounded. Yvlon smiled sadly. She shook her head.

 Were certain because it came back already. During the Creler wars. Yderigrisel came back to fight the Crelersand died. The greatest tragedy of House Byres.

 Oh.

 The others fell silent, digesting this. Ksmvr opened and closed his mandibles, wondering if he should bring up other, living Dragons. Or at least, one. But he felt that was rude to the memory of this one.

 The others walked on as Yvlon led them forwards. Ceria shook her head. Their day had been all these traditions, most of which had been, as Yvlon put it, mildly entertaining.

 You have so much history. Half-Elf viges are older than most Human lineages, even some kingdoms. But we do the same thing for thousands of years. I used to live in a cottage over two thousand years old, you know. It kept being repaired and the wood regrown.

 Why the past tense?

 Pisces kept ncing back at the silver. If the Dragon was deadhe had a project for a silver skeleton in mind. Ceria flushed.

 I uh, burned it down when I started learning magic. It was one of the reasons I got kicked out of my vige. But lets not talk about that. Whats next, Yvlon?

 Uhjust one or two more things. Lets see. Follow me.

 Yvlon led her team forwards. Towards the keep. And a small structure.

 -

 Whatre you doing,d? More of your old familys rituals? This isnt the time.

 Its good luck, Dawil. Herelets get the water.

 The son of House Byres paused next to the well and fumbled for his bag of holding. Dawil frowned.

 Oh, you were doing that in Reizmelt. Thatwhat do you call it again?

 Ive done this at least fifty times, Dawil. Try to remember. Its called

 -

 Well seeding. It wont take long. Father and wes do it all the timewes even does it when he goes around Izril. Its all ceremony, old ties with the cities and all that.

 Yvlon had a small bag in her hand. She had to borrow it from the keep. Pisces peered at it.

 What is that?

 Silver dust. You toss a bit into each well. A tiny bit.

 Yvlon stopped Pisces.

 Too much is bad. Turns your skin blue-grey. My great aunt died of it. We know all about silver poisoning. Just a tiny bit. You do it at every well youe to.

 Why?

 Ceria scratched at her head. Yvlon gave her a nk shrug.

 Tradition. Its supposed to bring good luck, ward thend, and so on. I guess itd scare away some monsters. Not Crelers, butokay, were done. Who wants snacks?

 They walked off. Pisces felt like the moment had been significant for some reason.

 I have never heard of this tradition, Yvlon. How long has your family been doing it?

 Oh, as long as I can remember. Were not supposed to talk about it. We have lots of stuff like that. For instancewe can never hold a gathering of the family at night or under a roof. We have to always meet in the sun. And nude sunbathing is encouraged. Theres a painting I used to see as a child that mother put away ofstop leering, Pisces.

 The Hornsughed and walked away. Unconcerned. But

 There it was.

 -

 Silver. Ryoka kept washing the granules, inspecting it. It wasnt shiny, glittering stuff like you expecteduntil you remembered that silver tarnished when it touched sulfur. And if it had been in someones stomach or their body

 Ryoka had collected as much of the ck stuff Fierre had expelled. And nowshe wasnt sure if Fierre had thrown up, or just regurgitated what was making her sick.

 Because there it was. Maybe a gram of it at most. Ryoka had no doubt washed some of it away or lost the rest. But it had been in her.

 Silver.

 She looked up. Falene had gone to wash herself after Ryoka had identally sshed her and Smani. Now, it was just Colfa. The woman stared at Ryoka.

 Her facewell, a Vampire always looked bloodless. But Colfa swayed on her feet.

 Butbut how? Fierre wouldnt eat that.

 She couldnt. Not straight up. Butwhat if shewhat if all of you had been eating it, oror getting it somehow? Over the years? What if?

 Ryokas head was in her hands. It was so obvious in hindsight. She looked at the concentrated pile of it.

 Silver. A lifetimes supply of ingestion. She looked at Colfa.

 I knowI know it might hurt. But if you could touch it? Please?

 The woman hesitated. They had to know. She reached out and slowly touched the pile. It was ck and smushed as her finger touched it, wet

 Colfa cried out. Ryoka saw her clutch at her finger. And the skin was raw, torn, bleeding from where she had pressed her finger forwards.

 And that had been just a touch. Ryoka looked at the silver.

 A gram of silver, spread across your entire body. It wouldntkill you. Even if you were a Vampire. But it was poison in your very blood. And it wouldnt ever leave you. Not without great magic. And even if you got rid of it

 Theres silver on yournd. Thats why Fierres in aa. I did cure her. And she came back and

 Where was it? Ryoka felt like she already knew. But all the pieces were falling together. She even had a thought. And here came Dawil and wes.

 Sorry werete. Thed had to perform one of his rituals. But weve got water. Mind, its got a bit of silver in it. Not enough to make you sick. At least House Byres knows about that

 The Dwarf hefted a huge bucket onto the table. He looked between Ryoka and Colfa. And wes? He met Ryokas eyes, nkly at first. But then he saw her nce at Colfa.

 Something wrong?

 No. Not at alldo you?

 Do you do this often, wes? Ryokas lips were numb. The [Knight] nodded slowly. Even an idiot wouldnt have missed the way Colfa was looking at him. And weswas no idiot.

 This is an extraordinary household, Miss Colfa. Ryoka.

 He nced at her irises. Brown. And then at Colfas. The [Knight] shifted. He was wearing his silver and steel armor. Colfa drew back slightly as he movedalmost coincidentally next to him.

 Ido not appreciate adventurers performing strange rituals in my home, Mister wes.

 Told you,d. Ask first.

 Dawil grunted, cheerfully oblivious. wes ducked his head. He studied Colfa.

 Im terribly sorry, Miss Colfa. Its a tradition among my House.

 I see. Well, I am entirely grateful for your assistance. But I find your actionsdisturbing. Perhaps you would care to remove yourself?

 The [Knight] paused as Dawil sighed.

 Naturally, Miss Colfa. But if theres anything I can do to help Miss Fierre, I would feel better in remaining.

 Colfas eyes narrowed. She wasshaking. Ryoka couldnt imagine what she was feeling. Especially since she had put the pieces together. wes was in danger.

 Or was it Colfa? The [Knight] was just studying Colfa. Ryoka saw the young man running through a checklist.

 Pale hair. Bloodless skin. Red eyes. Heavy clothing, an aversion to sunlightColfa was keeping her mouth from opening wide, but my, whatrge canines she had. 

 But what proof did he have? How old were the legends of Vampires? Then againColfa was about to snap. Ryoka saw it. She hesitated, ready to jump forwards. But if Colfa tossed her like a ragdoll, that was proof in itself.

 Excuse me, Sir Knight. But I think my wife is overwrought. Please, excuse us.

 A voice. wes turned. Ryoka, Colfa, Dawilsaw Himilt standing there. The Vampire, Fierres father, tugged at the scarf around his misshapen neck.

 He looked like a farmer. Pale of skin, red-eyed. But a farmer. Ryoka saw wes hesitate.

 Im terribly sorry to intrude, sir. Its just

 His eyes flicked back to Colfa. Himilt walked forwards. Ryoka was afraid. Dawil was muttering, eying the [Knight] who was being uncharacteristically rude. HimiltRyoka pivoted, wondering what to do.

 The Vampire farmer stopped in front of wes. Ryoka tensed. She saw Himilt swing up his hand.

 He held it out. wes blinked. Slowly, he reached out with his gauntleted hand. Colfa and Ryokas eyes locked on Himilt and wes.

 He was wearing silver armor. Himilt didnt blink. He took wes hand and shook it. His hand was gloved. Ryoka waited for steam. For a signHimilt sped wes hand with his other hand. He even smiled, faintly.

 Apologies, Sir [Knight]. My family has a bad history with adventurers. Bad sorts who took our coin and walked off. I know House Byres; silver, correct?

 Thats our export, Mister Himilt, was it?

 Yes.

 The man lowered his hand. wes blinked at his gauntlet. He inspected it, then looked at Himilt. Then he colored and bowed slightly.

 Im terribly sorry, sir. Well remove ourselves.

 He looked at Ryoka, and then Colfa, but Himilt even walked him towards the door. He stepped into the light for a moment, adjusting his hat with his gloves. wes dragged a confused Falene and Dawil away. He looked back once or twice, but he was so embarrassed that he nearly tripped over himself in leaving.

 Himilt saw wes off. He even made a point at lingering in the sun before he stepped inside. Ryoka and Colfa caught him as he copsed.

 Your hands!

 The man dragged the farmers gloves hed donned off his hands. Colfa and Ryoka gasped.

 His skin had disintegrated down to muscle, even bone in parts. The Vampires skin was torn, as if it had tried to crawl away from the silver armor. He knelt there, sweating, as Ryoka stood over him.

 When he looked up at Ryoka, his face was twisted by pain. Himilt forced the words out.

 I heard. What do we do now?

 Ryoka turned. In the shadows, two more Vampires appeared. Rivel, eyes wide and furious as he stared after the Silver Swords. Bamer, clutching at his chest. Staring down at the veins where his death flowed. Ryoka felt the Vampires world shaking.

 But she had to save Fierre first. The City Runner closed her eyes. Thinking.

 The well is poisoned. The groundwater isced with silver. That means everything thates from it

 She heard a moan. And Ryoka felt it.

 Look at how they killed them. With poison in the water, the ground.

 How clever. House Byres had won. They had won in such an easy way. Not with grand [Knights] and armies. Justa tradition. A bit of silver here, there.

 Poison in the wells.

 Nothing was safe. Nothing. Watercrops grown? Everything and everyone in Izril, perhaps. Everywhere the wells had been seeded. Ryoka looked around.

 The blood. Your sheep drink from those wells. Your food as well. Fierre needs

 She trailed off. Ryoka started again, piecing it all together.

 It mustshe must have drunk blood from your animals. And the partyshe washed herself with water from your wells. You put ice on her forehead. The tinctures were made with water. Everything you have. Your crops, your animalsall of ites from the water here.

 Colfa made a sound. She looked around, eyes wide. The rash running down her armthats why they were sick. It wasnt a disease. Heavy metals in their blood, making them weaker. Thats why they had such short lifespans. Thyroid cancer

 What is safe?

 Ryoka felt Colfa shaking her. She inhaled slowly.

 River water. They couldnt poison that the same wayif they went upriverno, itd be safer. Ocean waterrainwater! Anywhere House Byres wouldnt have ess to! We have to wash Fierreshes got silver on her skin!

 River water. Theres a river near here. Rivel. Get water. Run.

 The young Vampire vanished, running for a bucket and umbre. Bamer kicked over the water that wes and Dawil had drawn with an oath.

 Ill kill them. Well call every family and end House Byres once and for all

 Bamer. Enough. Fierre is what matters.

 Himilt stopped the old Vampire. He looked at Ryoka, then around. At his wife, his son, who had paused for a moment at Bamers words. Himilt spoke slowly. Deliberately, as his hands healed.

 Fierre is what matters. Wewe are all dead.

 The five moved into action. Ryoka shook Smani awake. The slumbering Courier blinked at her.

 Distilled water?

 For a potion! Get it from the [Alchemist], please? As much as you can?

 On it!

 He leapt up. Ryoka turned to Colfa.

 Even afterwardsyoull need to drink.

 Our crops. The sheepits toote for us.

 The mother nearly sat down. Then she rose again. Rivel was back with a bucket filled with water.

 I washed it in the river. But are you sure its?

 He held the bucket away from him. Ryoka didnt know.

 I think your home has a higher concentration of silver in the wells. Wellsits just collecting there over time. A river would have far less, if the Byres even do it. The best thing would be to desalinate ocean water or collect rainwater. We could build a sr still or use magicfuck, lets just boil this and collect the steam!

 She had the Vampires boil the water into steam and collect the drops of water. That was obvious! NowRyoka was thinking. She went to Colfa.

 Wash Fierre from head to toe. Dont use soapwait. I might have something from Liscor. I doubt House Byres ever got down there. Use no products made in the north! Here

 She handed the woman a half-used bar of soap shed bought in Liscor. Ryoka was going down the list. Not toothpaste, not potions

 Is there time for Fierre?

 Ryoka turned to Himilt.

 If shes that sickshe must have a stronger reaction because she was cured. You all have an immunity. That was why you survived. And thats why she kept throwing up! Colfa! We need to make Fierre vomit! Give her as much pure water as you can and get her to spit it up! We need to flush her system! Andcharcoal! Burned charcoal!

 That was a way to remove poison, wasnt it? Activated charcoal! Ryoka thought.

 Can Vampires get sick from eating charcoal?

 I doubt it. We can drink most poisons. Just not silver.

 Bamer shook his head. Ryoka nodded.

 Then feed Fierre burned charcoal! Lots of it! If it cant kill her

 Magical immune systems. If it couldnt kill Fierre, Ryoka would shovel a detoxifying agent down her throat! Himilt and Colfa took Fierre into the bathroom to wash her and try to purge her system. It was a disgusting process. Ryoka heard Fierre retchingthe young woman helped Bamer boil more water. She raced about as Smani ran back with distilled water and was sent on a useless errandhe was a distraction.

 It worked. That was all there was to it. Fierre had ingested silver, washed herself with it, but Ryokas desperate treatments worked. The Vampire flushed her system over the course of the next few hours. Ryoka knew it was working because she heard Fierres groggy voice as the girl regained consciousness.

 What happened?

 She was going to live. Ryoka copsed with relief. That was all. She haddone it.

 Fierre wouldnt die today. Ryoka closed her eyes.

 So. That was what Teriarch had known. He had known the Vampires were poisoned. And he had done nothing. How cruel. And how like the Dragon. He had given her a hint by ident, though. And Fierre would live. But her family

 Ryoka. Theres a problem.

 The young woman started. She looked up.

 Colfas dress was messy. But her daughter was alive. The Vampire mother looked relieved. Grateful, as she stared at the Human who had saved her daughter. Uncovered the truth. Justconcerned.

 What? Whats wrong?

 Fierres well. Butshes starved for blood. She threw up all the blood she drank. And all our storeseverything we have is tainted. We could go into Reizmelt and find a [Butcher]but how do we know?

 How did they know that the blood there wasnt the product of animals fed on Reizmelts well water? Monster blood? Animal blood? Did they find a deer or something and hope it had never drunk from silver-tainted water?

 Ryoka didnt know. She bit her lip.

 Maybe cows blood? Find one thats usually grazing near rivers, I guess. Oroh.

 She looked up. Colfa looked down at Ryoka.

 Where were you born, Ryoka Griffin?

 Earth. And yes, Ryoka had lived on well water, water from Izril for thest year. But that wasnt a lifetime of living here. If there was anyoneRyoka Griffin saw the unspoken question.

 I

 Fierre is starving. We can stop her. But if youre willingshell go into a frenzy soon.

 For a moment, the City Runner hesitated. But what was the alternative? She had done all this for her friend.

 Take me to her.

 -

 Fierre was alive. But she was restrained. By her father. He was keeping her pinned as she writhed. Not with painbut hunger. Her eyes had turned red and she was biting.

 Im hungry! Blood! Blood! Wheres Fluffles?

 That took the scary right out of herwell, a bit. Ryoka saw Fierre stare at Ryoka. She licked her lips.

 Fierre. Control yourself. Ryokas agreed to give you blood.

 Human blood?

 Even in her ravening state, Fierre nced at her father. He looked at Ryoka, hesitating. She waited. Her heart was racing. She remembered Fierre attacking her in the mansion. That had been terrifying. She knew how strong Fierre was. But Colfa was right here.

 Is it safe, Himilt?

 Fierre wouldnt turn you. Neither Colfa or I would allow it. And its not a simple process. But theres something else. If shes cured

 Colfa started. Ryoka saw her eyes flicker to Fierre and then Ryoka. Himilt gave his wife another unspoken look. This one significant. He stared at Ryoka, hard.

 Well deal with what happens. Nothingterriblybad will happen to you, Miss Griffin. I dont think from giving blood once. If the stories are true.

 That didnt reassure Ryoka at all. But she nodded, tightly.

 Food.

 Fierre sat up. Colfa took Himilts ce as he stepped back. He closed the door as Colfa held her daughter, struggling to keep Fierre back.

 Remember. Do not drink quickly. Slowly. Just enough to hold you until we find more blood.

 Whatwhat do I do?

 Colfa hesitated. She was unsure, Ryoka realized. Her family didnt usually drink blood.

 When Himilt turned mesit there. Bare your neck and tilt your headyes. Fierre? Slowly.

 She rxed her grip. Ryoka sat there, terrified, sensing Fierre sniffing.

 Shesnot that appetizing. Im not hungry for her.

 The Vampire muttered. Ryoka stirred.

 Thanks.

 Its not that. Its something

 Fierre trailed off. She licked her lips. Her stomach growled.

 Can I really bite you, Ryoka?

 Yes, Fierre. Go ahead. Youre hungry.

 The City Runner saw the Vampire hovering. Colfa was watching. And thenFierre grabbed Ryokas neck. Gently. She bit. Ryoka gasped as she felt a sharp pain. Then nothing.

 She cracked open one eye, unclenching her fists. Strange. Ryoka felt Fierre there. She even felt the sensation of pressure on her neck. Blood pumpingshe heard her heart beating, rapidly. But no pain.

 It feltRyoka felt a sensation run down her body.

 Tingling. Ryoka twitched. She searched for pain, but there wasnt any this time. Just an unbearable tingling. It felt good, actually. And it was intensifying.

 Her head felt light. Ryoka sagged. Her head went nk. All she heard was the blood pounding in her head.

 Huh. No wonder Vampires got away with this. They werentwerent like mosquitoes at all. Ryoka could do this forever. The tingling was turning intoshe was drifting and

 Serafierre, enough.

 A voice spoke at the edge of Ryokas hazy consciousness. A hand interrupted the drain, the unbearable, wonderful feeling.

 Fierre pulled away with reluctance, licking her lips. Ryoka copsed. The world went dark; she must have nked out for a second because Fierre was helping her sit up.

 Ryoka? Thank you.

 The Vampire girl was alive. If anything, it was Ryoka who was pale and disoriented. Fierre offered Ryoka a healing potion. The young woman drank. She looked at her friend, watching her anxiously.

 Im so d.

 Ryoka reached out and grabbed Fierre. The Vampire felt the Human hug her, fiercely. Then Ryoka sat back. She took a drink from the healing potion.

 Then she passed out. Atst

 She could rest.

 -

 But the world was changed for it.

 They rode away in silence. Dawil kept ncing at wes. Atst, the Dwarf broke the silence.

 Alight,d. Youve never acted like that before. You always ask for permission before doing that well-thingy. And most [Mayors] are happy to let you. But what in the name of the Grandfathers beards was that?

 Falene nodded. Shed been caught up on what had urred and she was looking just as dubious. wes shook his head. His cheeks were still flushed.

 Ithought thatit was just a hunch. I feel like aplete fool, Dawil. But that familytell me. Have you ever heard of the legend of Vampires?

 The half-Elfs ears perked up. Dawil frowned and shook his head.

 Never. Whatre they?

 An old foe. My family used to fight them. They used to rule Izril. They looked just like us. But they had pointed teeth, they drank bloodthey were monsters in disguise. There were signs. Reddish pupils, pale skin, fangs, and they feared sunlight and silver.

 Dawil half-twisted in his saddle.

 Youre pulling my leg, Byres. Thats got to be the dumbest thingred pupils? I know half a dozen [Mages] who have weird colors in their eyes.

 I know. But the way they were actingI was almost certain. Ryoka cut her wristapparentlyand that mother

 The [Knight] sighed. Falene tapped her lips.

 What proved they werent?

 Himilt. He shook my hand.

 wes regarded his gauntlets. Dawil raised his brows.

 These Vampires allergic tomon courtesy or something?

 No, its my armor. Silver and steel alloy. A Vampire shouldnt have even been able to touch me ording to the stories. And they are just stories these days. Ive embarrassed us. I hope Ryoka calls on us if she needs help.

 The young man turned ahead, shaking his head. Dawil nced back at the Lischelle-Drakle farm in the distance.

 If it wasnt a story, lets say. Howd you feel about a girl with sick parents being these blood-folk?

 wes looked nk.

 Vampires were evil monsters without conscience or remorse. They hid among us, pretending to their emotions. So no. I dont believe that would apply here, Dawil. These are justgood folk. A bit odd, but

 He fell silent. The seed of suspicion was there. wes hesitated.

 Falene. Can yousend me a [Message]?

 Of course. To whom?

 The [Knight] hesitated. Hed investigated. But there was someone who knew more than he did, or his father.

 Dnay dArtien. Hes a childhood friend. Justask him to get in touch with me.

 Dawil nced up sharply. But wes said nothing more. Falene nodded. After a moment, the [Axe Champion] cleared his throat.

 Just dont do anything youd regret, wes. They seemed like good folk. And were adventurers, not busybodies. Ever onwards. Are we done with Reizmelt and Ryoka Griffin?

 wes started from his thoughts. He nodded slowly, looking at his team.

 Lets stay a few days to make sure Miss Fierre is well and to see about the artifacts. Maybe we could even go towards Invrisil and see this Master Pelt, Dawil. If hes that skilled

 So we came all the way here just to turn around? Fine by me.

 The Dwarf snorted. wes just shrugged. They didnt have a set destination. That was the Silver Swords way. It was Falene who interrupted.

 If we dont have pressing business, wes, I have a petition.

 Go on, Falene.

 The [Battlemage] tapped a finger against her lips as she adjusted her fixed spectacles. What a curious contraption Ryoka Griffin had made. So quickly, too. A microscope. Falene prided herself on her lexicon of knowledge. And she had never heard that wordshe spoke to her team.

 I think we should pay a visit to Wistram Academy. All of us. Something of significance has urred there and only by going in person will we know the truth. No one, not even my friends, will tell me what has urred.

 Wistram? Thats a boat voyage.

 Consider it. We could at least head towards a port.

 Of course, Falene.

 The Silvers Swords rode onwards, each with their own thoughts. wes, thinking of his friend, who used to, as a child, be so into investigations for his familys foes. Falene tilting her head, thinking of Wistram, her home, Ryokaa few other individuals.

 Dawil fingered his axe and thought of Pelt, the disgrace. Alsowhat he was going to eat for lunch. But their suspicions and hunches were only a fraction of the truths unveiled today. For othersit was a far simpler conclusion.

 -

 We are dead. Silver runs in our veins.

 Himilt val Lischelle-Drakle stood in his familys keep. Not the ce where his line had originated. The Drakle family had moved from ce to ce, keeping out of sight. Hiding, hoping to live in peace.

 But they had been dying, attacked by their enemies even in hiding. By what even their senses couldnt detect.

 Silver in the wells. Fierre was pale. She looked at her mother, her brother, Bamer, and her father. All afflicted by signs of a weakened immune system.

 There was no panacea left. Ryoka wondered if eating charcoal would help. But it was part of them. And nowFierres family was aware of what was killing them.

 Not a curse. House Byres. The Humans. Who came up with it?

 Bamer was muttering. Himilt was watching him. When he spoke, it was to Ryoka as well as his kin.

 Long ago, our kind ruled Izril. No people are innocent of crimes. Yet thosemitted by Vampires made even the other species of the world draw back in revulsion and horror. I have heard those stories.

 So this is all just?

 Rivel shouted. Himilt looked at his son and shook his head. His eyes glowed faintly.

 Never. I would never have allowed it. I would have never remained here. Neverstarted a family if I knew this was our fate.

 He looked at Colfa. She reached for him.

 There is nothing to regret there. Just the enemies of our kind. And now we know.

 The farmer nodded. He looked around, at Bamer, Rivel, and Colfa. And it was to them he spoke, excluding Fierre.

 So we die. Our enemy triumphed by turning thend against us. In the days thate, we must decide what will happen next.

 Father.

 Serafierre croaked. She looked smaller. Her pride as a Vampire run up against the magnitude of the hatred for her kind. The cunning. Himilt looked at her. He almost smiled. He looked at Fierre, and then Ryoka.

 One of us will live. A Human has saved her life and given her a future. Thank you, Miss Griffin. I will not forget this. Nor will our kind. You are a friend to Vampires. And perhapsnot for this generation but the nextperhaps there is hope.

 Where? Where can we go?

 Bamer crouched, his face bitter. Himilt looked out the window.

 Where Byres did not wander. Where wateres from few wells. Perhaps not even Izril. We will have to decide. As a familyand as a people. It will be divisive. Many will want to retaliate. But this day we know the truth. For nowrest.

 He said that to Fierre and Ryoka. Both were recovering. Ryokay back down. Fierre went to bed. She was still dizzystill sick from her near death experience. Colfa, going to check on her, heard her daughter muttering as she sipped from the purified water that her family would have to use from now on.

 Still hungry.

 Well get you pure blood soon, Fierre. Ryokas agreed to help you. Rest.

 She had a future. Colfa held Fierre gently. The girl murmured, falling into sleep.

 Tasty. But. Im still hungry. Ryoka doesnt have it.

 She slept.

 -

 Cures. Sickness. Family. The Vampire lived. Her family knew what ailed them.

 The Horns of Hammerad walked thends of House Byres and Yvlon reconciled a bit of her issues with her family. At leasta bit.

 Lord Tyrion Veltras had no such luxuries. He sat in the room where Hethon and Sammialy, guarded by House Veltras most elite warriors. Jericha and three dozen [Mages] had fortified this ce.

 But it was toote. They were ill. Hethon breathed shallowly; Sammial was coughing, almost unable to breathe.

 The [Assassin] had left the blood-contract behind. As well as the warning. The cure would escape Tyrion Veltras. The Circle of Thorns would damn his attempts.

 The [Healer] and three of the best [Alchemists] locally were poring through encyclopedias of poison and antidote, searching for the symptoms and cureif there was one. Tyrion Veltras was reaching out to anyone he could think of. He refused to kneel, not to the Circle.

 Milord? Itste. We can watch over Lord Hethon and Sammial.

 Jericha approached Tyrion tentatively, holding a ball of [Light]. She saw Tyrions head rise slowly.

 I will cure them. And when I doyou will take Hethon and Sammial to Terandria. Then I will hunt down this Circle of Thorns and put them to death by my own hand. Everyst one.

 Yes, Lord Veltras.

 She bowed. Tyrion went back to sitting. But his furyhe listened to Sammial coughing, Hethonsbored breaths.

 A scrolly in front of him. The words glowed in the darkness. Tyrion sat there, staring at the contract and the terms.

 Helpless.

 Authors Note: I am done! This was a longer chapter, gued by exhaustion. ExhaustionI was running arge sleep-debt which Ive mostly paid off.

 I hope this chapter is good despite it! The chapters where all the little hints draw together are always hard. I wish I had something cool to say. Cool things happened this week! I got to type and the person on the screen responded!

 Ohand someones making food based on The Wandering Inn! They made Drake-style meatballs and silkap, the Gnollish treat! That is so amazing. There are all kinds of great fans.

 And speaking of, Ill leave you with a beautiful image of another immortal being of old. Dragons, Vampiresand the Treant, drawn by Enuryn the [Naturalist]! Give them lots of praise for this amazing, mystical being!

 Thanks for reading! Tune in next time where I hopefully have perfect sleep! But either way, the story /Enuryn_Nat

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Book 7: Chapter 45