Book 9: Chapter 21


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    When she woke up in the inn, Miha Godfrey felt like a young woman for the first second of every morning. In that brief momentit felt like the inn hadnt changed from when it first opened.


    Which was silly because it did change. She had silk sheets instead of cotton covered by thick wool. These days, she had a suite instead of a cramped room with a crooked picture nailed to the wall.


    <i>But it felt like the same inn.</i> And she felt like a young woman, a City Runner ready to run a hundred miles again.


    Then she inhaled and coughed. She felt tired and parts of her broken.


    Then she realized she was stuck in a body that seemed older than her soul. And she remembered her son was dead and that decades had passed.


    That was why she avoided the inn, sometimes. It had all the memories. Good and bad. Yet Miha still clung to that illusion. If she sat there for a second, mastering her breath, she could pretend she was young again. Young, and as old as she was, as if everything that had gone on in her life had taken a single year.


    Memory wasnt that kind. It always caught up with her, along with her body. Miha coughed again and wiped her mouth on the clean sheets. She stared at the drops of blood and then swung herself out of bed. She dressed herself with one of the neatly-folded sets of clothing on the dresser; she never bothered to put them away.


    Then she strode over to the door. It took her about three minutes, and that was slow, but a Courier was a Courier. And she was the Guildmistress of First Landing. It wouldnt be the first time shed had to get dressed in seconds while an [Assassin] was creeping up the stairs and then jump out the window.


    Instead, she kicked the door open, and it hit Viecel in the face. The Selphid had the misfortune of walking past her door for the morning. In a sense, it was good it was just him. She stared down at the prone adventurer.


    Hey, Viecel.


    Miha. I think you broke my nose. Let me fix it.


    The groaning Selphid got up. He rubbed at his crooked nose, and Miha shrugged.


    You know how I open doors.


    Does it <i>have</i> to be a trap?


    Eld picked up his friend and gave her a look like she was a girl again, and she avoided his gaze. The <i>responsible</i> friend loved to lecture everyone.


    It keeps the [Assassins] guessing.


    What about your guild? Ive heard youve broken more toes than any other Guildmistress in the history of First Landing?


    He folded his arms, and Miha lifted a finger.


    Reflex training? Besides, Viecel shouldntin. Hes an adventurer. Are you a he, today?


    The Selphid grumpily finished repairing his nose and indicated his Human body.


    As long as my nose holds up. This was a good body too. Barely rotten.


    How many fingers have you got left?


    Miha looked down, and the Selphid waggled his fingers at her.


    Seven. Ive been getting lucky recently.


    Eld sighed, and the three talked in the corridor of the private guest suite of the inn. The same rooms they had always had, even though it was different in almost every way. If you looked down, what did you see? Beyond the rich floorboards, the roomsthose changed. These days, the walls werent cheap, ster over cabin wood, but old heartwood, the stuff Treants and the oldest trees were made of.


    Not cut from the Treants themselves, no. That was how you got [Druids] after you. This was salvaged from an old ship, and it still was better than anything fresh-cut. Nor were there the embarrassing paintings and such of the guests themselvesMiha saw a ttering wood-cut of her face, and she resolved to bury it before she left.


    Nice bust of you.


    Viecel admired thetest addition to the inn. Miha changed her mind. She was picking it up off the podium it was resting on as a door opened and another old friend came bounding out with <i>way</i> too much energy.


    But then, Colth was just a kid. He had always been the kid, and he wasnt as old as the rest. He did a cartwheel, spun into a bow, and cried out.


    <i>Todays the day! </i>Hello, Miha! Eld, Viecel, whats wrong with you? Arent you excited?


    You have too much energy, Colth.


    His friends looked resigned as the other adventurer beamed at them. Colth, the embodiment of energy, and Miha sometimes tried to kick him, her default solution to problems she didnt like. But she had to admit, she did like Colth.


    She liked all of them. Four of the gang were here. So she nodded to Colth as more doors opened and people she vaguely recognizedfavorites of the inn, Larras special guestscame out to see what the noise was all about.


    This wasnt the quietest or even most luxurious part of the inn. Oh, no. This was for the real friends. You didnt pay regrly. If you needed a space, you knew it was always here. And no one, not [Assassins] nor nobility could touch you here.


    After all, this was The Adventurers Haven. And Colth, like Viecel, was important enough that the bright-eyed member of staff was peeking at them as she brought a load of fresh linens down the hall and began cleaning Eld, Viecel, Colth, and Mihas rooms.


    The staff sometimes made Miha feel old, but she didnt recognize a lot of them. Bahei had stayed around for a long time, and there were a few constant faces, but Larra was the inn. AnywaysMiha was used to looks.


    Colth, open that window, would you?


    Sure, boss.


    He instantly moved to oblige her. Eld cleared his throat as he saw Miha picking up the bust of herself.


    Colth, dont. Larra will kill you and Miha.


    The man hesitated and looked from Eld to Miha.


    Open the window, Colth.


    You got it, boss.


    The older adventurer rubbed at his face as Colth obliged Miha. The member of staff and several of the other people in the inn watched as Miha Godfrey tossed the carving of her out the window.


    She smiledfor about a second. Then she heard a scream and a <i>crash</i> of too many dishes. She winced, and Colth gave her a thumbs-up and a grin.


    Nearly hit the entire trolley of breakfast dishes. Good shot, boss?


    <i>Colth, you idiot. </i>Tell me if theres someone outside!


    Oh.


    It must have been a delivery to one of the other buildings. Their rooms didnt pass over a busy part of the innMiha pped a hand over her head. Eld and Viecel slowly backed away from her because all of them knew what was happening next. There was a pause as someone called outthen a familiar voice rang through the inn.


    <i>Miha.</i>


    Larra was <i>pissed.</i> Miha looked down the corridor, and Colth ducked as five flying <i>imps</i>, spectral and made of magic, came charging at her with dusting cloths and a pitcher filled with ice water.


    Arcane familiars. Miha bailed out the window. She did it like a professional. No judging what was below her, no hesitation. She grabbed the top of the window and swung herself out legs first.


    The world was bright and spun below her as the Guildmistress of First Landing flew for a second. Early morning diners looked up, and Miha saw a panicking younger member of staff gaping up at her. A certain [Vice Innkeeper], Bahei, saw Miha about tond on him as he bent over with a broom and pan.


    He <i>twisted</i>, and the shattered ss and food below Miha disappeared in a flick of the wrist. Then he was stepping back, pulling the new member of staff to safety.


    All of that took a moment. Mihanded and nodded at him.


    Thanks, Bahei.


    <i>Miha!</i>


    The Guildmistress ran, and the familiars chased after her. As did a thin bolt of lightning. But the woman just ran,ughing, and leapt for safety behind the nearest guest. Then she coughedand cursed.


    But the bolts of lightning and attacking familiars, the other half of the staff, never struck her. They vanished because Larra didnt attack her guests.


    And this guest in particr would have gotten herself fried or walked straight over the ss. Valley looked up from the book she was reading as a little girl squeaked.


    Well, she was older than a girl, but she looked so terrified of Miha that the Guildmistress knew she hadnt been to the inn before.


    Valley! Is that you?


    Flight forgotten, Miha stopped. Colth leapt out the window, mimicking her move to the awe of the people outside. Eld and Viecel came down more sedately, but they looked just as astonished to see Valley.


    Valley, when did you get in? Its like aplete reunion, now. How in the name of anything did Larra get you?


    Colth came over, and Valley looked entirely surprised as he hugged her. The shy reclusive girl looked aroundno, wait. She was a woman now, too.


    Yesterday. Oh, hello, Colth. Are you being bullied by Miha into pranks again? Should I find Larra?


    No, it wasnt a prank


    Colthughed, and Miha remembered toote why she should be <i>dodging.</i>


    <i>Thock.</i> That was the sound of a familiar bouncing a mug off her head. Miha turned and made a fist at the impa miniature gargoyle with horns and wings. Lots of peoplepared them to Demons, but these ones were harmless unless Larra was mad at you or they were doing something stupid.


    Destroy my familiar and Ill cast [Slippery Footing] on you.


    Larra warned Miha, and the Courier hesitated. She lowered her fist.


    Morning, Larra.


    That was a bust I hired a [Carver] to make. If you didnt like itBahei, put it somewhere else.


    At once, Larra.


    He bustled over to the bust, which was still objectionably intact. Miha rubbed her head as Valley looked around.


    Oh, hello, Larra. Wheres my breakfast?


    Miha threw a bust at it.


    Is she bullying <i>me?</i>


    Valley looked slightly worried, and Miha pointed at Colth.


    No, I was just getting rid of it. Colth was the idiot who didnt tell me to stop.


    <i>Me? </i>Miha was giving me orders


    Larra pped Colth on the arm, hard.


    Youre a grown man. Eld, didnt you stop this?


    I warned them both. Theyre both grown adults.


    No ones an adult. Not even you, Eld.


    That was how they started their day. And today seemed like an auspicious day; four friends were already here, and with Valley and Larra, it made six of the old lot. It was rare for so many to be in one ce.


    In fact, the diners of the inn, the normal guests, were giving them wide-eyed looks, and all of them were probably listening to the banter. No one paid attention. Not even Colth. They had done this from the start, before they had hangers-on and admirers. This was their inn.


    Larras inn, and she left most of the day-to-day to Bahei. So not even the haughty [Lady] eying Miha like a challenger dared intrude into this conversation. AlthoughMiha nced around.


    Is that Lady Pryde Ulta staring me down?


    Nevermind her. She wants to arm-wrestle you. Or have a weight-liftingpetition.


    Pass. You beat her, Eld.


    The strongest member of their group by far pretended not to see the woman mad-dogging them.


    No. Are you installing a weights-room in your inn, Larra?


    Ive been asked, and the answer is no. Maybe a separate building if its <i>that</i> popr, but it seems entirely unnecessary. The farms already hard enough to lift


    Expanding The Adventurers Haven was no easy task. Larra shook her head, then gazed southwards. The sun was dappling the open road, and as always, Miha heard exmations in the distance, cries of astonishment. After allthis inn was on the move.


    And it was famous. Miha stared at distant faces below, travellers pointing up at her and at Larras inn. The [Innkeeper], though, was staring at something further south. A shape in the distance.


    Itll be today, then. Took long enough. I could have gotten out and <i>pushed</i> and gotten us here faster.


    Miha groused. But she ducked behind Colth as Larra clicked her tongue at her.


    You had half a month to do it. Besides, not everyones here yet.


    That made all of them stop.


    Is someone elseing?


    Deni and his team. They should be riding in any second now, actually.


    No. I thought he was still injured.


    Even Colth, who knew where almost everyone in the adventuring world was, was astonished.


    Hes mobile.


    Mihas heartbeat picked up. She turned too-casually to Larra, and the [Innkeeper]s scowl vanished.


    So hes notcrippled?


    Gently, the other woman pointed north.


    Youll see him shortly. Every word is he may make a full recovery. Just with a scar. Most of Orchestra made it out of fighting the Goblins.


    A Goblin tribe took him down. What was that one called?


    Kraken Eaters.


    Eld and Viecel muttered. Colth nodded guardedly, and Miha let out a breath. She pretended not to be rattled. But they all looked at her, and she saw a name unspoken on their lips. They pretended to hide it, but she heard it.


    <i>Valceif.</i>


    Her son. Colth was the worst. He looked over and coughed.


    Hows Resber doing? I mean, are you keeping in touch with


    Eld put a hand on his shoulder and <i>squeezed</i>, but it was toote. Miha blinked, and even Valley nced up and decided to kick Colth. But


    <i>She still felt like it had just been a day ago when a little boy had been running around this inn. Getting familiars to fly him around, pestering Valley with questions until sheined to Larra, and Miha was introducing him and her husband to her friends.</i>


    Then he was a young man,ining about being mothered to Colth. Thenhe was heading south to Liscor on a routine delivery.


    And he never came back. Miha realized shed been smiling this morning. Now, she remembered why she shouldnt be.


    The Guildmistress stood there for a second as Larra pointed and Colth shuffled back. But Miha just turned her head, and her eyes focused on someone she knew.


    Smani. What are you doing?


    A man jumped at a table. Another Courier nced up with his slitted, reptilian eyes, and the other person at the table sat up nervously too. The moonlight mare herself, Ci, part of a duo that would never ride again, looked almost as wary of Mihas attention as Smani.


    Of course both knew her. Of course both were hereeven if they werent part of Mihas group.


    Guildmistress. Just having breakfast.


    I see that. Why are you feeding Ci <i>eggs?</i> Horses dont eat eggs.


    Smani hesitated. Hed been offering the horse a boiled eggshell and all. She opened her mouth and slowly crunched it off his hand as the others watched.


    Apparently she does, Guildmistress. She even has chicken sometimes.


    Horses eat <i>chicken?</i>


    Everyone but Eld and Colth looked surprised. Eld sighed.


    You cant raise horses with chickens free-roam. Any [Farmer] knows that.


    Right. Ive done a lot of work with horse-handlers. Even horses like a bite of meat now and then. Sheep do it too.


    Colth said it like it was obvious, but he <i>was</i> probably the most worldly of them all by far. Instantly, his friends turned on him.


    Dont say it like were idiots, you know-it-all. Even <i>Valley</i> didnt know that!


    The bookworm nodded, and they picked on him like they always did. Colth grinned, and thenSmani rose. He pointed.


    I think your guests have arrived, Innkeeper Larra, Guildmistress. Not to be a botherbut look. Listen.


    His eyes lit up with a kind of wonder, and Miha turned as she heard a familiar sound in the air. Then she did smile. Despite herself, because another friend wasing their way.


    That pretentious mule. Hes putting on a show.


    Its <i>Deni.</i> What did you think?


    Her friends looked amused, but even Lady Pryde was getting up to see. The guests hurried to one side of the inn. Miha didnt shovepeople made a path for her and her group.


    But even if she hadnt, she would have known Deni and his team wereing. After allthey were ying.


    <i>Wagons were riding across the ground.</i> To be precise, it was three wagons, all being driven hell-for-leather by someone intent on catching up to The Adventurers Haven.


    Whoa. Fast transit. Ive seen slower carriages. Whos delivering them?


    A group of people were sitting in the wagons, along with a good amount of luggage. Deni never went without a lot of stuff, and sometimes, admirers of his famous team. Colth just took one look at the wagons and Miha answered Viecel at the same time he did.


    Must be Chaoisa. A famous [Wagon Driver].


    There are <i>famous</i> wagon drivers?


    The Selphid was a career adventurer of decadesbut then he did work on Baleros as much as on Izril. Miha snorted.


    Of course there are. Chaoisa, the Contempt of Man. Wagon drivers have the stupidest nicknames. No wonder shes sped up. She must hate Denis guts.


    Thats hrious.


    Colth grinned, but even at their speed, everyone had time to admire and listen to Denis teaming. After all


    <i>They were ying music. </i>All ten of them, and it looked like theyd pulled in six more new recruits to the regrs. Miha knew most of the ten, but Deni and a few others were the real old ones.


    There he is, the showoff.


    She pointed, as if everyone couldnt see him. His bright blonde hair was blowing in the wind, as if everyone didnt know he dyed it, and he wore a suit as if he were at a performance in First Landing. Ruffles of white blew at his sleevesbut his violin still sang. Another adventurer holding another violin was ying with him, and the music sang through the air.


    <i>A sight few would forget.</i> Here came an adventurer of adventurers. He was beaming as he yedbut his friends justughed at him.


    Showoff.


    They were apuding as he slowed, the regr guests. Deni disembarked from his wagon and took a bow as Larras inn lowered and slowed so he could stride up the ramp. A red scarf blew around his neck, and all his friends looked at that for one moment, but he was actually moving. He was alive and he was here; that was all that mattered.


    And that was when they remembered how Deni was. He had a flourish to every step and a twinkle in his eyes for all the lovely youngdies


    So Miha put him in a headlock. She strode towards him as if she were about to give him a great big hug, and he really should have remembered that Miha hugged no one.


    <i>Miha!</i>


    She had him in a sh, and she began to rub his hair with a fist. The guests admiration turned to ck-jawed disbelief as Deni spluttered. He tried to break her grip, but he wasnt that strong.


    <i>Miha, let go of</i>


    He couldnt make her. And he was an adventurer! <i>The</i> adventurer. His team looked up, but no one stopped Miha. Then Colth was there.


    Ive got this.


    Thank you Colt<i>Colth!</i>


    The other man picked up Denis legs. He had nearly gotten free of Miha, but now he was prone in the air, and the twoughing friends swung the red-faced violinist around like a silkworm.


    <i>Ill kill you! Let me go! Let me</i>


    Rub his dye out of his hair, Miha!


    Viecel egged them on, but Miha dropped Deni after only another moment. The other guests <i>stared</i> as Deni scrambled for what was left of his dignity. He kicked at Colth. Then he turned.


    Youyou


    Miha grabbed him in a one-armed hug and let go as Eld and the others came over. Denisbed hair was tousled, but he calmed down as he gave her a look of pure exasperation.


    I should have known. I dragged myself all the way here and even put on a show, and I get no respect. Miha, youre looking well.


    And so are you for a dead man.


    Miha had stopped teasing him when she saw the wound on his neck. It was a gash that was nearly half a foot deep, running where his neck and shoulder met at a diagonal, down into his chest.


    <i>It should have killed him.</i> It would havebut the red scarf was covering the wound. An enchanted de had done that, or else he would have healed it with a potion. Deni covered it with the scarf as he saw her look.


    As you can see, we had a bad scrape. Ill tell you about itter. I could have used Colth or<i>is that Valley?</i>


    He did a double-take as the woman drifted over. She had actually closed her book, and Deni was so astonished he didnt realize she was more interested in his apparel.


    Hello, Deni. Good to see you. Wonderful music. I think. What kind of enchantment is this?


    He batted her hands away urgently.


    That scarf saved my lifeand I wont have you touching it! Back, back, you insane brat! Knowing you, youll rip it off, and Ill be dead of your curiosity.


    Deni actually drew a de, the bow of his violin, to ward Valley off and retreated down the hallway. Colth was still trying to rub his hair for good luck, but he dodged a sh.


    All of you, hands off! Larra, were famished. We rode in before eating. Breakfast! And I swear, if any of you poke more fun at me, especially <i>you</i>, Miha, Ill stab you. Im not in the mood.


    He brushed his hair back, then noticed Colth copying him motion for motion. The other man swept his hair back ostentatiously, and several of the friends nearly diedughing. Then they were all looking around as a familiar voice called out.


    I hear you. Stop bullying Deni. Come over here and eat.


    Larra stood in front of a table ready for them all, with their favorites, and thena group ofughing young men and women were dragging Deni over, teasing him, telling Colth to bring Valley over because she was drifting off, and asking who else woulde.


    Young and old. Larra went around pping hands before they could eat. She got their attention, and they looked at her obediently.


    Alright. Heres a light breakfast<i>I said light, Eld.</i> Therell be more foodter. Now, listen up. Were almost at the City of Adventurers. Deni was thest person to make it. When we get there, therell be a little event. I need you to all listen to me.


    Do we have to act? I need to rehearse. Im terrible at acting.


    Viecel looked nervous as he sat next to Eld. He was partners with Eld, and their team was hovering at another tablethis one was just for the old friends and Larras guests. The [Innkeeper] hurried to reassure Viecel as Deni beckoned his team over.


    No acting. Its simple. Youll barely do more than sit. Now, heres how its going to go, and if you mess it up, Colth, I will ban you from the inn for three months.


    Chastened, he nodded, and everyone leaned forwards to listen. Miha listened and half-smiled. She looked out the window, though they had a bit of time yet.


    After all, this inn was famous and old, almost as old as she was. But she had to own, she was excited to see this new ce shed heard about. Shed been meaning to visit, but it seemed like shed forgotten until now. Their destination, at least, today. And, it seemed, a ce with a lot of strange happenings of its own if yesterdays broadcast were anything to go by.


    <i>The Wandering Inn.</i>


    What a strange name.


    On the third day of the celebrations in Liscor, Erin Solstice slept in.


    Almost no one else did. But by the same token, no one woke Erin up. Not that they could avoid making noise, so Pisces just cast [Silence] on Erins room. The [Innkeeper] deserved it. Just yesterday, she had earned her title as the greatest chess yer in the world. She had, by herself, taken on the worlds best yers.


    In and of itself, that was a <i>moment.</i> But consider the context. That had been Day 2 of the promised three-day celebrations, and the third one was when the Antinium Crusade was ted to return to Liscor and the Humans of Wales and thebined cities would be celebrated in Celum.


    So Erins chess tournament had been the leadup to today. Naturallytoday had better be <i>good.</i>


    Now, was everything ready? Wellvisitors had been pouring into Celum, Liscor, and Invrisil, where the celebrations would be held for two days straight. The door had been recharged countless times, and there were [Merchants] ready to hawk goods, festivities nned, and more organization by the various cities than there ever had been before for this inns parties.


    In fact, there had even been a budget, and Invrisil at least knew how to throw a celebration. The yers of Celum were participating, along with the Silverfangs and a bunch of other performers who normally catered to the nobility and adventurers.


    Nevertheless, when she woke up in her bed, Mrsha du Marquin had severe doubts. She woke up just past dawn, despite staying up all night watching Erin y. That was the benefit of [Twofold Rest], and the girl realized shed still missed Lyte and Apista rising.


    She sat up and glumly saw a kilt waiting for her <i>and</i> a shirt. Grumbling, Mrsha put them on. She walked around on two feet, but she threw her shoes out the window like usual.


    This was normal to Mrsha by now. And it slightly surprised her that it was. Why, Ekirra was always in his jersey and shorts, and he had shoes for ser. When had he stopped running around butt-naked in his fur on all fours?


    Thus attired, Mrsha sniffed the air. It was barely past dawn, and she wondered if breakfast would be extra-special today.


    Due to her history with thewLyte and the ThronebearersMrsha the Ouw had gotten less dessert than most good children like her. So special days like this where the cake was part of the meal were to be desired. Mrsha expected good food, but she still had doubts about the, uh<i>how fun this day was really going to be.</i>


    Oh, shed seen Lyte working hard. Shed had a few lucky windfalls, like the idea to have an Antinium doll you painted. Visma had already added Starry Skies to her collection, and she was nning on how his or her life would invariably weave its way into the sordid and often violent lives of her dolls.


    However, a few good ideas did not fun make. To Mrsha, Lyte had a more fundamental problem than just her nning. It was about her character versus Erins.


    Namely, Lyte was boring. Mrsha had seen how her mother had fun in Riverfarm and elsewhere.


    <i>Tea.</i> Conversations about politics. Responsibility and why ying pranks wasnt a good idea.


    Erin had the kind of spontaneous craziness that meant fun was something she practically generated. Even when she was calm, she was cool. Lyte? Uncool.


    Mrsha feared this party would be a dud. She was staring out the window, paws sped behind her back, dourly envisioning a world of hemming and hawing adults standing around chattering while children died of boredom along with the Antinium.


    Liscors bleak, grey walls rose over the colorful Floodins changing color as orange grass ran up to the dirt roads leading to the eastern gate. Mrsha saw a few [Builders] already at work paving the roads; Hexel had nned on constructing roads heading north instead of relying on the dirt paths that flooded every spring. Floodproofing the roads so they wouldntpletely disappear every spring would be a challenge, but a fun one, ording to the Lamia.


    Mrsha could even see a few [Guards] on the walls, including an Antinium, and the High Passes were still dark as they hid most of the sun. It was the calm, pre-dawn shade, rather than night that made it feel like Liscor was under a giant shadow.


    Then the air exploded. Mrsha saw something <i>sh</i>, and the air lit up as a flickering, grey-purple bolt of light rose above the wallsthen <i>bloomed</i> into a sh of sparkling, twisting trails of amethyst light crossed with viridian spirals that shot out into the air.


    Mrshas jaw dropped. She saw the magical explosion <i>pew</i> across the air, the magical debris unfurling then vanishing as it nced off roofs and the walls. The Watch turnedbut no one shouted the rm. Then Mrsha realized it wasnt an attack.


    She saw another bolt of magic riseand this time, it <i>exploded</i> into a fiery tempest. A [Fireball]? NoMrsha saw a grinning Drakes head <i>re</i> into life, fifty feet wide, <i>wink</i> at her, and rise upwards before the mes vanished.


    Then the rest of the magical fireworks began shooting up, and Mrshas mouth opened so wide that Apista could have crawled inside and made a nest. She saw res of magic light up the dawn as the day of celebrations began and realized her mistake.


    Lyte might be a fuddly motherbut she was a <i>Cnferian</i> fuddler. And they knew how to throw a party.


    Not everyone appreciated being woken up by fireworks, but it did set the mood. By the time a little white Gnoll raced downstairs, half the guests of the inn were out of bed and blinking.


    Whuzzat. <i>Whuzzat. </i>I nearly shot an [Ice Spike] through my window!


    Ceria was looking slightly murderous as she blinked around the inn, but the rest of her team, especially Ksmvr, looked delighted.


    Skylights. Now this <i>is</i> rather fancy, isnt it? Id expect that of Invrisil, not here. Miss Lyte, did you organize this?


    Pisces looked around, and a [Princess] stood, beaming, with her four [Knights] standing to attention. Ishkr was slowly lighting candles, and Mrsha stopped as she saw three rectangr tables had been pushed together to contain the breakfast buffet.


    <i>A buffet.</i> Along with the adventurers, several Goblins had not appreciated the <i>boom</i> waking them up. But they too grew gentle and epting, nay, <i>forgiving</i> like Ceria in the face of a bounty of food.


    There were pies and cakes, charcuterie tters and hamburgers. Eight different kinds of pasta, delicate pudding, sds and fruits from every continent but Rhir, and, yes, even pizza. The Wandering Inn had pulled out a huge variety of dishes it had stockpiled over this month, and it had added Imani and Calescents food.


    In fact, the [Chef] was beaming nervously as he stood behind the bar. Mrsha, Ceria, and Snapjaw, all big eaters, stared at a sign next to the Goblin.


    <i>Omelets upon request. Please select spice level and toppings*.</i>


    <i>*The Wandering Inn and staff are not ountable for any injuries arising due to excessive spice levels which invalidate the [Chef]s [Hot Enough For You] Skill.</i>


    Omelets? Kevin smacked his lips as he eyed a mound of toppings ready to go into an equally obscene number of eggs, some already beaten and waiting to go into a pan.


    Ladies and gentlemenplease help yourselves. Today, we will be opening the inn for a small fee to anyone who wants toe in. No menus, no ordering; eat your fill.


    Lytes eyes glittered with the avarice of someone who had discovered the secrets of buffet ie. She gestured to the food.


    This is the, ah, breakfast buffet. We will have more formal mealster. For now, if you wish to look for activities, we have a list of every activity by time of day. Now, we cannot tell when the Antinium army and Brigadier Forount will enter their cities, but they have given us estimates. And we do have a parade for our adventurers as well! If you would like to go anywhere, be aware that the door will be in use all day. So Miss Liska will not be able to amodate personal requests. Aside from that? I hope you enjoy! We have begun with magical illusions courtesy of Illusionist Palt and several [Mages] of Invrisil.


    It was then that Mrsha began to get a <i>good feeling</i> about today. And not just because she was eying the cakes.


    She only noticed that Drassi was there with a small camera crew when she looked around. The Drake was broadcasting the moment! AndMrsha realized something else.


    Everyone was here. In fact, there were people staring in through the windows! And a line outdoors! Liska was, in fact, already letting people in, but they had to get through Alcaz first.


    <i>Ten silver coins? Thats a ripoff!</i>


    Relc stared in horror at the man as he tried to get into the innsmon room. The rest of the inn, such as it was, the long hallway and portal room, were open to the general public. But to get in for breakfast?


    It may be, sir, but youre getting the friend-of-the-inn discount. 50% off.


    I am? Well, uhheres ten silver, then.


    Relc heard groans from behind him as he fumbled for coins. A lot of prospective guests peeled off instantly, and that was how Imani realized how Lyte intended to make a profit on the sumptuous buffet.


    She walked right past Alcaz without paying; shed made a number of dishes! The Brother assured the other disappointed guests theyd be able toe backter.


    If you cant make the breakfast buffet, well have menus and even some free foodter on today, sirs and madams. If you need a ce to gotheres a list of open establishments right here. And maps. Dont take the map, please, sir.


    The inn was <i>hopping,</i> and everyone was there. In fact, a bleary witch, Nte, was staring around at all the faces filing in.


    A blue-scaled Drake was about to pay for an Antinium with a poofy hat when Garry was admitted, free-of-charge. After all, he had baked all three cakes.


    Erin Solstice and even Imani had no time to bake a threeyer cake frosted with strawberry, vani, and lemon, a shortcake infused with acid fliesand clearly marked as suchand an experimental cheesecake with actualcheese


    The point was that Garry was there. So was Olesm and more people that Mrsha knew wereing in. Venaz, Merrik, Wil, and even people from Invrisil! Like the Halfseekers, including Maughin!


    Pelt, the Silver Swordswho were guests whod been sleeping aboveand a drooling Lehra. A few people were absent, like Qwera and Ysara, who were getting ready for a full day of sales and had no time for leisurely breakfasts, and Palt, who was coordinating the illusions.


    In fact, Mrsha was so engrossed in watching the illusion spells that she didnt even eat breakfast until someone handed her a breakfast burrito.


    Psst. Mrsha. You want me to put in an omelet order? Youd better hurrymy man Calescents on <i>six</i> pans, but hes getting orders from everyone.


    Mrsha nced over as a screaming Wyvern conjured by a spell ran into a hail of fireworks. Kevin stared out the window and whistled.


    Dude. Fireworks are a <i>bit</i> more impressive in the bang and explosions, but they cant touch great illusion spells. Joseph, Imani, look at this!


    Mrsha took the piping hot burrito and found it was filled with, among other things, bacon and saffron rice. She began gobbling, then reconsidered and took slow bites.


    <i>One must savor this food.</i>


    Kevin was impressed by Mrshas slow pace. He was eating cake already, but he nearly spat out the cheesecake.


    Whoa. Does this have actual cheese in it? I dont mean cottage cheese or ricottatheres brie in here. Thatsa taste. So what do you want?


    Mrsha scribbled down her order, and Kevin ran it off to Calescent. And this was how the day was starting?


    <i>Promising, promising.</i> The people peering through the windows clearly thought so too, but a gold coin?


    Lyte had calcted the fiscal economics of the food she had put out. She had reasoned that even if you got the rare Relc, who could take down expensive food nonstop, or Moore, the other guests would overpay by a generous margin for breakfast. There was a limit to how much they could eat. Eggs were copper coins; if you filled up on Calescents fancy omelets, chomped down two burgers, and had a slice of cake, you might pay, oh, eight silver, and that was a twelve silver win.


    What made Lyte sweat was Snapjaw, Moore, and, again, Relc. So even friends of the inn had to pay to get at the buffet. Most didnt care, like Ceria, who practically tossed a handful of gold coins at Ishkr to elbow Kevin out of the way for her omelet order.


    Are those shrimp? From a port-city?


    Calescent hesitated. Ceria was pointing to some artfully arranged on a separate tter. Mrsha was sniffing them suspiciously.


    Yah.


    Put them in. Alright, Im going to want double whatever you thought you had for cheese, pieces of smi, uhuhslice up some green onions and peppers, and then you can put in some steak or other pieces of meat. Give me your almost painfully spicy option, and can you put some ketchup and mayo on the side?


    Calescent stared at the half-Elf. She stared back, deadpan, and Lyte looked over in concern. Would this new member of the staff rise to the asion?


    Calescent eyed the pans hed set up on the portable stove. He walked away from Ceria, into the kitchen, and came back with a wok. Then he poured in eight eggs without breaking eye-contact.


    The [Cryomancer] smiled.


    Among the people not smiling was the sniffing Gnoll who was almost in tears. Mrsha heard him outside and saw no less than Ekirra.


    T-ten silver coins? I dont have enough!


    He looked heartbroken, and a concerned Alcaz was looking around for Lyte. Mrsha reached for her bag of holding and realized it was upstairs. She was just about to tell Alcaz to let her friend in on credit when someone pped two gold coins into the mans hand.


    Let the kid in. Hey, and thats for men Temile! And Miss Drake here.


    Grev, bold as could be, strode past Alcaz as Temile walked in along with Visma and Ekirra. He nodded to Mrsha and fixed his eyes on the food. Visma ran over as Ekirra brightened up.


    Grev! You neednt do thathow many gold coins do you have?


    Temile was slightly scandalized, but Grev just rolled another coin over his fingers. The former street urchin winked at Temile and the people behind him.


    Im a yer of Celum; Jasi sends me back lots of the profits. It pays to be a generous person on the streets. Im a Face, arent I?


    Oh, youre the face of something. Hello, Mrshawhat a feast! Is that cake, uhI may just take a slice or two back to the others. Theyre all setting up.


    Temile headed for the cake, and Mrsha turned to Grev. She remembered him <i>vaguely</i> from Celum, but she hadnt known him as long as Erin had. While Lyte had taken care of her, Grev had been Erins friend in Celum who had turned into an actual one after hed stopped trying to mug her.


    Hey, its Nte, right? The [Witch]? Whatcha doing today, Mrsha?


    The girl shrugged. She grabbed Ntes hand as the witch tipped her chefs hat and greeted Grev.


    Im not a [Witch] anymore. Justa witch without a ss.


    Grev grinned.


    Thats weird, but okay. Hey, maybe you can star in <i>Macbeth</i> if one of the [Actors] gets sick.


    Nte had no context for that, and Grev was wandering off anyways. She looked around as Mrsha tugged Ekirra and Visma over to a table.


    Thats a lot of strange food, Mrsha. Can you rmend me something?


    <i>Of course, of course.</i><i>Ekirra, the omelets! Visma, get some of the mana candies! In that bowl! Nte, you should trya pizza!</i>


    Mrsha was showing the witch all the various foods, mainly by telling her what they were made of. When they were sitting down at a table, they all had full tes of food. But the four children would not be out ofpany for long.


    Mrsha? Do you want to sit together? Oh, hello there.


    Visma looked up as a shadow loomed over her and <i>squeaked.</i> Even though she knew Moore, he had that effect on people. The half-Giant instantly retreated, but Mrsha practically ran to bring his custom chair over, and he sat with more food than all the childrenbined. Ekirras mouth dropped as the half-Giant showed Mrsha his food.


    Miss Lyte was very kind. She prepared an entire roasted chicken and food enough to fill me all day!


    The cynical Mrsha eyed the huge mound of pancakes, the roast chicken, the vast quantity of goats milk, and other slightly cheaper options for the half-Giant. But Moore seemed delighted, and so he sat with the children. Visma looked very nervous, as if Moore might fall on her, and Mrsha realized she hadnt even eaten with the half-Giant much. Moore looked nervous of scaring her and tried not to open his mouth much as he introduced himself to Nte.


    Ekirra didnt care. He was already face-deep in his own omeletno spice, he had traumabut Moore was saved from awkwardness by the arrival of more breakfast partners.


    Oh, Moore! Want, you sit with Mister Himilt and dont talk his ear off about business. Today is a day of celebration.


    Viceria Strongheart came over as her husband and Himilt walked in. Then, almost as fast, Gire appeared with what Mrsha realized was an entire pizzastacked onto her te.


    Different slices, to be fair, but you could organize them into an entire pizza. Between her and Moore, the table was <i>groaning</i> with food, and Ekirra almost choked trying topete with the two giants.


    Are you Mrshas friend too? Im Gireshia. Ahyour road is long, half-Giant friend.


    Gire bowed very respectfully, and Moore smiled.


    Our stride is ever longer. You know half-Giant greetings?


    I studied them. We met a few half-Giants. Are youwith any of thest ns?


    Moore shook his head, but he was so pleased that he and Gire shook hands, and Mrsha sighed in relief. Gire wasnt nearly as jealous as she had been of Nte.


    Meanwhile, the witch was quite taken with Apista, who was nibbling at some syrup. She had not, in fact, met the bee, and Mrsha was d she hadnt freaked out.


    Shes so <i>cute</i>, Mrsha! For a bug.


    Youre not afraid of her?


    Ekirra looked impressed. Nte shrugged.


    A pet is a pet, and Ive met Sephraic. He eats eyesdead animals eyes, mainly. Hes a giant raven. All of Witch Mavikas familiars are scarier.


    Apista fanned her wings approvingly as Nte gently stroked her body. <i>Why, another connoisseur of removing eyes from people? </i>This raven sounded like an ally!


    Mrshas own omelet appeared, courtesy of Ishkr, and she beamed at the stuffed omelet.


    Whats inside, Mrsha?


    The Gnoll investigated and found exactly what shed ordered. Bacon and fish sauce! And cheese, of course. Ekirra sniffed at the omelet and wrinkled his nose.


    Ew. Gross. You put fish sauce in your food?


    Mrsha jabbed him with a fork. She didnt want to hear that from someone who had put ketchup on his omelet!


    As the children squabbled in the background, Drassimitted her first sin as a reporter. Which was unwitting; she was showing the merry inn andmentating at the same time.


    Now, folks, you can see that all the drama of yesterday is mostly gone, and it seems like a really fantastic start to a day of celebration! Ill be taking you on tour of Liscor most of the day, but I will, <i>sadly</i>, be going back to the studio to cover other segments. However, please send a [Message] into the show and let us know how you rate this celebration or what youd eat! Now, Im going to try thisdrink. Coffee, from Oteslia, drunk a certain way on advice of Coach Joseph himself!


    She nodded at Joseph, who was sitting with Imani and the others.


    If it tastes horrible I dump it on his head. Okay! You take a big mug of coffeeI love this stuff, by the way. You think tea wakes you up? This is like a stamina potion but without the <i>taste!</i> Then, ording to Joseph, and I think this is almost criminal, instead of milk or sugar, you take a scoop of ice cream or gto


    She took an entire scoop of ice cream and put it into the mug. It began melting at once, and Drassi sniffed.


    Oh, that does look good. Now, what can we get to <i>eat?</i> I see a Goblin making omelets, and yesthats weird, even around here. <i>Can a Goblin make a good omelet? </i>Your [Reporter] is going to find out.


    Among the manyints written into the show about featuring a Goblin, which put a lot of watchers off their breakfast, even more were about Drassis attitude itself.


    Which was, namely, <i>how dare you make me hungry?</i> Especially if other people had to eat anything less fun than the spread she was showing off.


    In fact, no less than Earl Altestiel was penning a missive on behalf of the Lord of the Dance and himself. They had been having a quite civilized meal of toasted bread and jam, whereupon they had nned on recreating some of Erins games and perhaps sparring in the dueling courts.


    find your disy of food quite upsetting to my stomach, and I am now forced to make my own omelet. Sincerely, <i>A Hungry Earl. </i>How does that sound, Lord Bel?


    The Lord of the Dance stared pensively at the ceiling as Kiish and a [Chef] hovered in the background. He nodded to himself thoughtfully as he stared at the scrying orb.


    Sauted oyster mushrooms, somemon pork sausage, and an avocado on the side. Write that in.


    The [Chef] hurried off as Earl Altestiel gave Lord Belchaus a long look. He scribbled an addendum to the [Message].


    I have noted your preference, you monster. I shall have a far more civilized breakfast. A Desonian ssic! Trout and green onion for my stuffing!


    The Lord of the Dance gagged behind a hand as Earl Altestiel folded his arms proudly. Both men turned to the scrying orb to see if Altestiels missive made it into thementary.


    It did. Drassi was happily eating her omelet as one of her staff readments out loud.


    Umsomeones iming that all you need in an omelet is Yets. And someone else has written that an omelet should have sauted mushrooms and sausage with avocado on the side<i>or</i> trout and green onion?


    Drassi stopped eating for a second and lowered her fork.


    All Yet? Mushroom and sausage isokaywhats an avocado? But <i>trout?</i> Viewers, audienceplease tell me this isnt normal? S-should I try a trout omelet? It sounds disgusting. Well, lets see. Hey, any takers to help me try three omelets?


    I will!


    Drassi looked up and heaved a huge sigh of relief.


    Oh, good. I wont have to suffer alone. Heres Gold-rank adventurer Seborn, and it looks like we have Gold-rank adventurer Dawil here too. Hello!


    The Dwarf smoothed his beard importantly as Seborn appeared. He had beaten Ceria to the punch by tripping her, and Dawil had been heading over before anyone else.


    I believe we can add the Terandrian and sea palettes to what, a taste test, Miss Drassi? Plus, I want to be on the news.


    <strong>Ive eaten Chandrarian food and Balerosian. And a trout omelet sounds disgusting, but Ill try one bite.</strong>


    Like Dawil, Seborn scented fame, and the two adventurers smirked at their teammates and other guests as they sat down. Drassis lips moved in silence as she sat there.


    I think I foresee what Channel 3 of Wistram News Network is going to be. Were going to need a sports channel, a food channlright, lets start with the Yet omelet. Who sent that one in?


    The Gnoll reading the notes out had a bevy of more suggestions as people tuned into the most sessful channel yet again. He nearly dropped it as he stared at the note.


    The, umumKing of Destruction.


    Drassi stared at the Gnoll for a second, then swallowed hard. She looked straight into the camera, hesitated, and then smiled.


    Well then. He has terrible taste.


    Wistram News Network was, among other things, passing out surveys about what you could add to its new television service in local Mages Guilds.


    Popr features or news anchors could also be tabted, and Drassis enduring poprity would be most notable in nations like Jecrass, Hellios, and any harboring an anti-Flos sentiment.


    Rmi Canada, in his own Chandrarian newspaper, wouldter pay for the first political cartoon in this worlds history, which was a caption with one of those humorous, not-humorous images featuring an upset Flos Reimarch and his objectionable Yet-omelet with Drassiughing at him. The tagline would read:


    <i>The King of Destruction was burnt to a crisp by a Djinni, but Drassi </i><i>really</i><i> roasted him.</i>


    After staring at thepleted product in silence, Rmi would then try to remove the cartoon. However, his editors would sneak it back in, and the newspaper would end up breaking ten thousand daily sales, a barrier the fledgling paper had thus far failed to hit.


    Rmis newspaper wouldter be banned in Reim for a week. But that was another story.


    Alright, breakfast was a big thing. The inn was packed, despite the [Grand Theater] giving enough roomeveryone was crowded around the buffet, so one side of the room was full, the other empty.


    Still, it was delicious, fun, and almost everyone was there. Yes, and yes. <i>However,</i> there was an entire day of fun to be had, and if you spent all the time describing the conversations at breakfast, youd get nowhere.


    So Selys Shivertail, Olesm, Belgrade, and Pisces all piled their tes together and finished eating in the far, far quieter [Garden of Sanctuary].


    Koi garden edition. Even the water-phobic Belgrade lingered a few minutes to keep tossing pizza crusts into the pond. A hundred koi fish fought over every scrap, and that had entertained the quartet for quite some time.


    I must admit, Lyte can serve a most replete breakfast experience. But what, I wonder, will be her pursuant activity to begin the festivities?


    Pisces sniffed as Selys gave him an exasperated look. Olesm just grinned. They headed out to the inn and found their answer.


    The city of Liscor had opened with the bazaar, hand-carved Antinium figurines (sold at a very minor price) which you could paint <i>free of charge</i>, and the ice-skating rink.


    <i>Brigadier Forount is due to arrive in Celum in two hours! </i>There will be an announcementand a celebration over there! Celum is holding a horse-race, and theyve hired [Bards]!


    There were [Criers] shouting the news over thergest bazaar that Pisces could remember seeing. It was like Market Street in principle, but it filled Shivertail za, and there were [Merchants] from all over hawking wares while watchful [Guards] dueled with [Thieves] in quiet.


    The Golden Gnoll herself was selling goods from the Meeting of Tribes, including the rarest of dyes, cloth bolts made by Longstalkers Fang, and yes, even herbs and ingredients from Gaarh Marsh.


    She had generously bought the tribes inventories, even from ins Eyes stocks, and she was looking to make a killing in Liscor. The dyes were in great demand for new clothing and for their quality, but as anyone knew, the rarer the good, the more expensively it could be sold even further north or abroad.


    Thus, a lot of [Traders] were buying carefully or impulsively from Qwera, betting on making profitster.


    Its going well! Lyte did all this?


    Selys herself was surprised by the sheer scale on disyuntil someoneughed in her earhole.


    Lyte? Youre giving her too much credit. [Princesses] love stealing praise for things they dont really have much part in. This is Pass bazaar, just adopted for here. She didnt have to work hard at all.


    Saliss of Lights stood behind Selys, and the Drake put her ws on her hips. Belgrade put two hands over his eyes, but peeked.


    Adventurer Saliss! Will you ever put on clothes?


    For answer, Saliss spread his arms wide, and the horrified visitors from Invrisil met a Named-rank adventurer in the flesh. Scales, rather. All the scales.


    However, Liscor was changing. Watch Captain Zevara came storming through the crowd.


    <i>Adventurer Saliss! You are under arrest for public indecency! [Freeze, Criminal]!</i>


    She pointed at him, and Saliss threw up his ws and pressed the back of one hand against his forehead dramatically.


    Oh no! Woe is me! Liscors Watch has me!


    He put out his ws as the Skill locked him down. Pisces and Olesm, on a hunch, pulled Selys back as Zevara strode over. Saliss didnt move as he froze up for another secondthen, as two magical handcuffs tried to encircle his wrists, he winked.


    Neat Skill, Watch Captain. Has Pass tried to headhunt you yet?


    Zevara <i>clicked</i> the handcuffs around Saliss wrists and stepped back. Then she stared at the grinning Salissright up until he <i>melted. </i>His face turned from amusement to horror.


    Wait, are these handcuffsced with copper? Im allergic to copper!<i> Im melting! Im meeeeeeeelting!</i>


    The screaming Drake turned into a bubbling pile of fizz as horrified bystanders turned to stare at Zevara. Her face turned waxyuntil someone tapped her on the shoulder.


    Fake Drake. Hes already run off. Probably invisible. Good luck.


    Zevara started breathing again. She looked around, and a Drake holding his daughters w nodded to her. Watch Captain Venim and his daughter, <i>on break,</i> looked practically inured to Saliss of Lights.


    Zevara looked around, and the Watch Captain of Pass saluted her with a look of deepest sympathy.


    A wise Watch Captain cut her losses. There was a lot to patrol, from petty theft to simple crowd work, and Liscors Watch did <i>not</i> have the time to chase around a top-level [Alchemist].


    In fact, part of the issue was that there were so many festivities, people were getting run-into trying to hop from experience to experience.


    Liscor Hunted was having a group hunt of Rock Crabs. The Antinium figurines were selling like cookiesand the street vendors were making a killing. There were <i>even</i> opportunists touring brave visitors around Liscors Crypt.


    <i>Not </i>the dungeon; that had been sealed off, and good thing too. People fancying that numbers = power had tried to peek inside without realizing that more people just meant more food to some monsters inside the dungeon. Or a trap.


    Anyways, there were a good number of festivities on offer. But you know who didnt have any activities?


    Goblins. And Antinium. The two races who, in theory, were partly being celebrated by today had no culture.


    It was a deeper cut than Lyte had realized when she had asked them yesterday for some activity. Drakes, Humans, Gnolls, every species had lots. Even if something wasnt unique to them, they had their own take on it.


    For instance, Humans yed horseback polo. A Terandrian game where you rode on horses and swung mallets at little balls to knock them through hoops.


    Riveting as that was, Drakes had a kind of bowlingalbeit with different pins and nones. Gnolls had a game you could y on grass with no pins and just the balls.


    Goblins and Antinium, thoughhad no variations or games. And that hurt Rags pride.


    She sat in one of the guest rooms her tribe had been allotted, moodily chewing on some corn on the cob sprinkled with mayonnaise and cheese for some reason. It tasted like food, and that was all she had to say about it.


    Well, part of her bad mood was that even if Goblins werent killed on sight, she would have to deploy illusion spells to shop in Liscor. Which she was going to do, but she was sitting in her room with some of her head Goblins.


    Poisonbite, Snapjaw, Badarrow, Redscar, and Taganchiel. All her lieutenants, who were practically Chieftain-rank on their own. And judging from their faces, <i>just loving being here.</i>


    Chieftain. Can we go?


    Where?


    Rags grumbled at Badarrow as he raised a w. Snapjaw answered for him.


    Anywhere but here, Chieftain. Numbtongue?


    Whats he doing? Going in the city?


    Nope. Going to y in a <i>band.</i> With Kevin. Can we go? Or y on the-pu-ter.


    Snapjaw savored the words as she gobbled down another cone of ice cream. Poisonbite nodded.


    Or skating.


    Or buying swords. Pelt has swords for sale.


    Redscar was antsy too. None of the Goblins wanted to be here, but Rags pped one knee.


    <i>Culture! </i>Anyone got ideas?


    Theyd been side-tracked by Erins games, but Rags was determined not to leave without something to show for it. Orat least<i>stealing</i> a game or two.


    Maybe chess? Bring back some boards, Chieftain. Goblins y. Culture. Tada.


    Redscar tried valiantly as all of Rags officers smiled and nodded. Rags scowled at him.


    Something unique to Goblins, stupid.


    Hurtful, Chieftain.


    The others groaned and looked at Taganchiel, their [Shaman], hopefully. Rags was in a <i>mood,</i> and it meant she probably needed something she considered useful before shed relent. Unfortunately, the problem was that Rags, a thief of so many things, was having trouble.


    Because culture was not a trebuchet. It was not something one person could steal. The poor Goblins might have wasted more time they could have spent like Hedault. He hadnt shown up for breakfast, but he was working on a 360 off a ramp as Poisonbite stared out the window.


    <i>That</i> was culture. And Poisonbite, if shed been lucid, might have made the case that of all the species to adopt Kevins unique imprint on this world, the Goblins of Goblinhome were certainly skateboarding enthusiasts.


    However, she did not think to say that. So, the Goblins hemmed and hawed. Redscar suggested that some of his Goblins offer to duel anyone. Badarrow offered a shooting contest. Snapjaw offered an eating contest, and Rags threw her finished cob at her, whereupon Snapjaw ate it.


    The moment was ripe for someone to speak. Someone to prove that Goblins <i>did</i> have culture, but only a true [Shaman], not pathetic Taganchiel, would remember it.


    Someone likea [Shaman of the Old Ways], for instance. Someone <i>super</i>-valuable and definitely so important that Rags would have to respect and honor her.


    Ulvama was crouching outside one of the windows that led out onto the inns roof. Bird had been staring at her for thest eight minutes straight, but she knew the value of a good entrance. She was just crawling back to her window to knock on Rags door when something unexpected happened.


    The door opened, and <i>another</i> Goblin walked inside. Ulvama froze and stared as an unfamiliar Goblin entered.


    Chieftain Rags, you wanted to speak to me? Taganchiel sent for me via Wyvern, but I have only arrived just now. We had to ride here via Carn Wolf to hide the Wyverns flight path.


    This Goblin was notable in a few ways. Firstly, she was a she. Secondly, she was a spellcaster. Thirdly?


    <i>She had a mask.</i>


    A <i>blonde</i> Goblin with a tangle of hair like a spiders nest adjusted a mask that appeared to be a cross between a snarling bear and a warthog over her mouth and nose. She also had a pointy hat.


    The Goblin [Witch] tipped her hat to a wide-eyed Nte passing by their rooms, and Prixall bowed to Rags. Anazurhes daughter, a Goblin of the Molten Stone Tribe, looked at Rags, and the Chieftain sat up.


    Taganchiel sent for you?


    The other [Shaman] smiled in relief. He pointed at Prixall and nodded.


    Culture, Chieftain.


    Prixall blinked, then smiled as he exined what Rags wanted. Her eyes lit up, and she nodded. The Goblin who hade from one of the worlds safest tribes after seeing Rabbiteater and Rags own tribe bowed.


    Of course I can show them a Goblin game, Chieftain. I know just the magic.


    <i>What!?</i>


    Ulvama kicked the door open, and all the Goblins jumped. She pointed at Prixall, and the [Witch] turned and blinked at her.


    Ulvama.


    <i>You?</i> Molten Stone? <i>What about me? I have all the culture! I have more culture in half my butt than she does!</i>


    Prixall bristled as Rags looked between Ulvama and her newest leader in magay, witchcraft. She turnedand found Snapjaw climbing out the window. All her officers fled as Rags pinched the bridge of her nose. But then she brightened up a bit. Rags turned to the celebration outside and wondered why an Antinium on a wagon was rolling towards Liscor. Lots of Gnolls, too. She shrugged, then nodded at Ulvama and Prixall.


    Alright. Show me. Noshow <i>them</i> what our culture is.


    Hungrily, she waited as the two Hobgoblins nced at each other and smiled.


    Now, they were here atst.


    It had been the opposite of a boring ride north. It never was boring with Termin.


    Rhaldon, the trainee [Wagon Driver], was so new to this world that he enjoyed just seeing different cities and the changingndscapes.


    However, their trip north had been fairly uneventful in terms of violence or chaos. They camped rather than stayed in cities due to their Antinium passenger, and the Gnolls did <i>not</i> like Drakesbut they stayed out of the way.


    Aside from a few furious arguments where some Drakes shouted insults at the warriors sent to guard Antherrnothing hade close to a fight. The Antinium, ironically, had been one of the least contentious parts of the journey due to Termins genius strategy to keep him hidden:


    He gave Antherr a cloak and a hat. Now, masterminds like Niers had camouged Antinium and Goblins before by making use of perceptionif one did not expect an Antinium on the road, they were less likely to look closely.


    Termin took it a step further. Who could imagine an Antinium wearing a hat? So a bulky figure in a cloak had sat with Rhaldon, staring out with the young man from Earth.


    In that way, they were simr. Rhaldon had gotten to talk a lot with the Gnolls as well. They were fairly friendly, if clearly still haunted by the trauma of the Meeting of Tribes. But Rhaldon had gotten to talking with one of the Gnolls he actually had a kind of friendship with.


    That Gnoll was a fellow who had a bunch of feathers tied to one armband like a decoration, always carried a recurve bow, and whose name was Nailren.


    He was the Captain of the Pride of Kelia, and he apparently came from the tribes, but he had travelled further than most as a Silver-rank adventurer. So far, in fact, that this was not a voyage out, but a kind of return for him.


    He knew Liscor, and he was only too happy to brag about knowing Erin Solstice. Now that Rhaldon and Termin wereing up to the cityno, now that he had seen the chess games that took the world by storm, Rhaldon was nervous.


    <i>Was she from home?</i> She had to be. Could he talk to her?


    If there was any feeling in his bones, it was a great apprehension. Not just that he might find someone elseRhaldon felt at his aching shoulder. It still ached, even after being healed.


    Antherr didnt notice; their wagons were rolling across the neat road that had led them past the Bloodfields. Fox and Erma were trotting ahead of Termins wagon, and the old [Wagon Driver] was chatting with the Gnolls sniffing the air and twitching their ears.


    They were all excited to get to Liscor for the big celebration. Termin especially. He had grumbled about his age because he had to camp out rather than sleep in a proper bed. For all that, his Skills had kept them out of danger quite easily.


    Rhaldon, thoughhe watched Antherr bouncing excitedly in his seat. The big Soldier, like a child, stared at the square forta massive one to Rhaldon.


    <i>Perfectly solid walls.</i> A squarenot including the new area under construction. It amused Rhaldon becausehe wasnt sure that was a natural architectural feature. Hed heard Liscor <i>flooded</i> every year, and so the walls were waterproof?


    Even Venice wasnt that strange, and that was his onlyparison. He wondered about the architecture that Earth would need to employ to build a city like Liscor. Could the modern era do something like this? Skyscrapers had that kind of impressive verticality due to steel and current construction techniques, but how nervous would even an engineer from Earth be about making a <i>waterproof city</i> that had to avoid springing a leak? If the walls gave in, a hundred thousand plus people drowned.


    Well, Rhaldon was no expert in architecture. He was just achemist. Although he had no ss, and alchemy was this worlds only equivalent.


    Right now, Liscor was more than a square box. It was lit up with distant music, wagons rolling in and out and headed north, and that inn on a hill came into view slowly.


    There it is! Faster, Erma, Fox! Were eating well tonight!


    Termin cackled with delight. The two ponies actually slowed down until he bribed them.


    Oh,e onIll find you sweetgrass hay! Theres a door to the Strongheart Farms. Sweetgrass hay, an apple, <i>carrots</i>Ill make a damn sd!


    That put some pep in their step, and Rhaldonughed. His ponies were hardly as intelligent as Termins. They were friendly, but Erma and Fox were people.


    Liscor. Its changed, yeah?


    Nailren lifted his head, and his team stirred. They looked up as some of the Weatherfur and other Gnolls sniffed the air.


    Is that a team of Gnolls hunting I see? Silverfang should be here. Chief Warrior, what should we expect?


    A friendly wee. Find Krshia Silverfang; dont ask me. Be on your best behavior. This cityis full of Antinium. And more Humans and less typical Drakes. I heard it was a literal backwater city before now. So its better than most Drake cities, eh?


    Chief Warrior Toresh Weatherfur looked warily ahead. He had rings of white on his fur and a ssh of color across his chest. Torishi Weatherfurs colors. He was rted to her, and all the Gnolls of her tribe wore her markings, yellow and purple and blue like a sh across their chest.


    Yet even he looked slightly excited, despite the mourning, to see the inn. Rhaldon craned his neck and frowned.


    Is that a skating rink? Termin, do you see that?


    It may be, <i>it may be</i>, Rhaldon, my boy. You expect to see that kind of thing around the inn.


    Will we be able to get in? It looks crowded.


    Termin hesitated, then smiled affably.


    I hope Miss Erin will remember me. I did take her back from Celum. If we cant get a ce, well see about the city. But we are dropping off Mister Antherr. Do you want to meet the legendary [Innkeeper], Rhaldon? Shes a character, and Ive met almost every [Innkeeper] in Izril!


    Rhaldon smiled.


    Id be delighted to. And Joseph. He ys football, right?


    Right, <i>right.</i> I have no idea who that is. Captain Nailren, do you remember him?


    The Gnoll scratched his head and turned to his team. He kicked a snoozing Gnoll gently, and she sat up.


    Oi. Cuska, Bekr. Anyone remember Joseph?


    They all stirred from where they were napping along the wagon. The Pride of Kelia knew The Wandering Inn. However, they were not the most regr visitors.


    Joseph? Was he the one who kept drinking himself sick? And those annoying kids the Wind Runner brought in? Remember the one who keptparing little Mrsha to a dog?


    Oh, right. Hate them. Sounds like theyve changed.


    Rhaldon listened with both ears to the casual banter. And the pit in his stomach grew wider. Nailren actually noticed Rhaldons apprehension.


    You nervous, Rhaldon? Dont be. Shes friendly. Just dont do anything like try to stab a Goblin. All the rumors about her are exaggerated.


    Rumors? Like what?


    Rhaldon, of course, knew she was the Innkeeper Who Lived, who hade back from the dead, the great chess yer, and had possibly been Sserys reincarnated. He wondered what rumors could add to that.


    Oh, people say shes able to spit blood like an Oldblood Drake. Shes a Wall Lords secret mistress, uhwhat else? Shes crazy, obviously, she has acid <i>instead</i> of blood


    No, she just throws jars of acid. Thats not a rumor, its true.


    Nailren jabbed his teammates.


    Youre messing up the rumors! Rhaldon doesnt know


    The Earther gulped. None of this helped, but she seemed like a good person. Antherr clearly appreciated the rumors, and Erin Solstice was a friend to Goblins and Antinium. From what Rhaldon sawthat was a breath of fresh air in a bog of general species bigotry, if Gnolls and Drakes were anything to go by, and that made Erin all right by him.


    No, what made him so nervous washe wondered if he could ask her for help. Justhelp. Someone to exin what was going on. He liked to think hed managed to find a way to survive after literally bleeding out on the side of a road. Hed gotten lucky, and Termin was incredibly generous and powerful in his own way.


    From one person from home to another, though? Rhaldon looked at the inn, three stories tall, and the crowds surrounding it. He thought of the worlds best chess yer, and he felt like he didnt quite have the authority to approach her.


    The Wandering Inn was so crowded, in fact, that Termin, Rhaldon, and the others never even got to head up the hill to it. They tried to find a path up the huge hill, but someone stopped them.


    Hey, you two wagons! No going towards the inn.


    What? Were on a special delivery, sir


    A tired [Guardsman] waved them off. A Drake pointed to the city gates, and there was a line even on the south side.


    You and everyone else. If you want to get to the innfoot traffic only.


    But we have an Antinium<i>the</i> Antinium


    Termin seemed quite upset not to be able to roll straight up to the inn, but he hesitated as he looked up at the inn.


    The crowds surrounding the inn would have made Erma and Foxs transit up the hill impossible on their own. People were clustered around the ice-skating rink on one side, lined up for the inn on another, and the stables and one area of the inn <i>looked</i> clearuntil a Carn Wolf trotted out of the stables and yawned hugely as a Goblin fed it a huge piece of meat.


    Ah. Thats probably not a good ce for Erma and Fox to bed down.


    Rhaldon couldnt take his eyes off the gigantic <i>wolf</i> with red-rust fur. It had to be three times the size of a regr wolf! How much did a creature like that eat? And if it were in the stablesErma and Fox had instantly lined up for the gates.


    Well get you to the inn on foot, Mister Antherr. Itll just be one tic.


    Termin reassured the Antinium, and the Soldier nodded happily. Antherr Twotwentyhree Herodotus, his full name, was an odd Soldier. He could not speak, but he seemed quite genial, which was at odds with the giant greatsword he carried. He seemed friendly, gently inquisitiveand the Gnolls and Drakes talked about him like he was a soldier from one of the most terrifying armies to ever invade Izril.


    The wagons rolled through the gates after a cursory inspection. The [Guards] frowned at all the armed Gnolls, but when they saw Antherr, everything clicked.


    Is that one of the Soldiers from the army? From the <i><Quest></i>? Well, well! Todays a big day! Go on through and take him to the inn. Hey, Sergeant, Im off-duty in five minutes. I want to watch. Need a stable? There should be an opening if you go left and then right on the second street.


    Termin smiled, but Rhaldon cast a nce at Antherr. The Soldiers mandibles were raised and wide, which Rhaldon knew was a smile, but aside from the [Guards], people barely noticed the Antinium. In factfor a city filled with Antinium, Rhaldon saw very few among the visitors. Humans, Gnolls, Drakes, even Garuda and Duhans.


    Few Antinium. Yet here was a Soldier whod survived a deadly war, and the celebration barely focused on him. It seemed unfair to Rhaldon, but Antherr seemed so happy he kept fidgeting as Termin rolled into a Drivers Guild headquarters and asked for a ce for the wagons.


    Wed better head to the inn straightaway. Especially if rooms are as expensive as they sound. Rhaldon, help me square the ponies. Mister Toresh, are you staying with us? Captain Nailren?


    Both Gnolls nodded.


    Until the SoldierAntherris delivered, we will, Driver Termin. You two, help with the wagons.


    Then the two Human men, Antherr, and a group of Gnolls were walking through the streets, headed towards the eastern gate and the inn on a hill. They attracted some stares then, because Antherr had taken off his hat and cloak. Now, the [Immortal] walked with his woundsa missing arm, scars on his chitinvisible to all.


    And his greatsword strapped to his back. People did notice him then. And they seemed to realize


    Hey, is that the Soldier that was part of that <Quest>? Is he going to the inn? He islets go! Forget the jugglers. Theyre just juggling <i>knives.</i>


    A ring duo of performers watched the Antinium draw a crowd away from the street shows. It seemed like there were a number of local events going on, but the bazaar and the promise of the parade was the biggest allure. Rhaldons eyes hurt from trying to take in foreign architecture, read signs in Drake scriptand hear the babble of voices.


    He couldnt know it, but the massive influx of visitors was overwhelming Lytes entertainments. Lines for Antinium figurines were so long that the [Carvers] were working overtime trying to produce enough pieces. And therger events like the skating rink still had a capacity limit. Liscors unique food was the biggest draw, but since it required moneythe parade couldnte fast enough.


    Even the disy of Master Pelt smithing was so crowded it was easier to watch it on scrying orb than try to get a view. So there was boredom in the streets as well as a sense of excitement.


    Dad. Im bored. <i>Dad. Daaaaad.</i>


    A Drake girl was tugging on her fathers w. She normally would have gone to her aunt, who looked after her a lot more than her busy father, but her aunt was engrossed in viewing some Gnollish earrings in the open market, and she was lost to time. So she went to her father.


    Dad. Dad? You said there would be things to do, but the skating rink is closed. What are we doing?


    Venims daughter looked up at him, and the Watch Captain started and guiltily turned away from talking with Watch Captain Zevara. He had his work face on.


    Im sorry, Kenva. Lets


    He looked around with the desperation of a father trying to impress his daughter on his rare days off. He needed more Father Points, and his gift of cookies that one time had long since expired.


    Kenva, for her part, was already staring at a shift in the crowds. An Antinium was walking with two Humans and a bunch of ins Gnolls! She drifted after him, but Venim grabbed her hand.


    Careful of the Antinium.


    But <i>Dad</i>, you said it was safe!


    Dont let her near the Antinium, Venim.


    Torkessa hissed at her brother, and Venim nodded. Kenva tried, by sheer force of muscle, to pull him over, but he insisted they stay back. The Antinium walking through the streets was the coolest thing Kenva had seen aside from the marketand that wasnt as good as Pass! She wanted to skateboard in the ice rink, but it was crowded. She wanted an Antinium doll, but it was bad taste ording to her Passian father.


    This was the worst vacation ever. The Drake girl bit back tears as her tail curled up. She watched the Antinium walk past and do nothing interestingand then the Goblin appeared.


    What the<i>is that a Goblin?</i>


    Venim came to a halt as the parade neared the gates. The crowd stopped too and drew back. For just outside the gates was a Goblin. To be more precise, a group of Goblins.


    The small Chieftain, Rags, stood with a pair of female Hobs and a few other Goblins who lookedbig. Kenva hid behind her father as he put a w on his sword.


    <i>Keep calm. </i>The Goblins are not entering the city.


    A [Guardswoman] was calling for quiet, and she seemed to be warning the Goblins as well. Senior Guardswoman Beilmark eyed Rags, Ulvama, and Prixall warily. Especially because she recognized spellcasters when she saw them.


    Ulvama had her staff, and her magical paint was glowing. Prixall, wearing her terrifyingly cool mask was adjusting her hat. She took it off and peered inside as if checking for something. Kenva stared behind her father.


    <i>These were Goblins?</i> They didnt look like monsters at all!


    I think we should go back and see about those dolls, Kenva. Come on.


    Venim didnt like them. He was trying to lead his daughter away when Rags gave an order. The Humans, Gnolls, and Drakes stepped back as the two Hobs, Ulvama and Prixall, argued a moment.


    It seemed like they were inpetitionbut then Prixall made a universal give me gesture with her palm. Ulvama folded her arms and sneered until Rags red at her. Then she grudgingly <i>pped</i> something into Prixalls palm and sulked.


    What she had given Prixall was magic. Kenva was taking magic lessons since she had the aptitude, and she thought she <i>saw</i> a current of power. And she had never seen that before. She pointed it out, and Venim decided this was dangerous.


    Who knows what theyre doing? I need to find Watch Captain Zevara. She cant be alright with this. Kenva, were going. How much magic did you say that was?


    Now, he and his daughter were engaged in a tug-of-war. And Kenva was only holding her own because she was going to start crying if she didnt get to see what was going on. However, Venim almost had her hurrying away when someone interrupted with a deep growl.


    A tribes worth. Quite a lot, Watch Captain Venim. Dont worry. Logic dictates that the Goblins wont do something hostile. If they do, I will address it immediately.


    Kenva looked upand realized why people were staring their way. Even in this moment, the sight of the most muscr Drake the world had ever seen deserved a second nce.


    Sinew Magus!


    Grimalkin of Pass stood with his arms folded. Kenva stared up, awestruck, at him. The hero of Pass Wyvern attack!


    Are you sure, Magus Grimalkin?


    Her father talked to him! The imposing [Mage] nodded. He wasnt taking his eyes off Prixall as she put her hat on her head, and her red eyes shed yellow a moment. She raised her ws and cupped them. Then blew into the cupped hands.


    Shes working something<irge.</i> Shamano, [Witch] magic. I cant quite tell what shes doing. Its probably not hostile. But its big. How does a Goblin know magic thatplex? That <i>mask. </i>Where are my notes on Goblin tribes?


    He began fumbling for a journal as Venim and his daughter watched along with the crowd. Even the Antinium had slowed, and Kenva saw a sign of real magic appear.


    <i>Real magic</i>, as her teacher had exined to the young Drakes, was magic manifesting itself. To make it simple, the bigger the magic, the more it affected the real world. Low-tier magic was temporary and vanished.


    Big magical spells changed the air itself. Like how the sun seemed, suddenly, less <i>bright.</i> As if a shadow had fallen over the world, despite the rtively clear skies. A shade in the air, a humming in your teeth and bones.


    What is she?


    Senior Guardswoman Beilmark was about to tell the Goblins to <i>stop</i>, and Sinew Magus Grimalkin was carefully preparing a dispel magic effect. But it was toote. Indeed, a group of children came tumbling out of the inn as they noticed the magic too.


    Whoa! Whatre those Goblins <i>doing?</i>


    Grev, Mrsha, Ekirra, and Visma all stared down at Ulvama, and Kenva pointed excitedly at the famous Gnoll girl. Mrsha, with the white fur! And there was <i>Drassi!</i>


    Dad, Dad, theres Miss Drassi! I need an autograph or Ill die!


    Her father was busy watching Prixall. The Goblin [Witch] lifted her cupped handsand something was glowing inside them. She smiledand then tossed something up into the magically darkened air.


    Then, Kenva saw something float out of the Goblins grasp. Rags, Mrsha, Antherr, Rhaldon, everyone stared at the Goblin as the Molten Stone Tribes daughter answered Rags request.


    Culture. More culturea visible kind of culture that Rags wanted. Nevermind that the Mountain City Tribe had their own culture, like Ulvamas painted skin. Or the Redfangs own decorations and lifestyle. What Rags meant wassomething like chess. Something like skating.


    <i>Tell me we at least have games? Something more than war and death?</i>


    The tribes of Izril had almost forgotten it. But [Shamans] remembered. And the Molten Stone Tribes Chieftain hailed from a ce that had never been conquered. The Isle of Goblins.


    From there to Anazurhes tribe to here. Prixall cast a magic spell. And a little, glowing fish made of bright orange light swam out of her cupped hands.


    It had a trailing fin and a pair of catfish-like whiskers on each side of its face. Its eyes were bright green jewels, and the fish was like a beautiful decoration, like you might see in Drathor the actual fish it was based on, swimming in deep waters, that Goblins admired and caught in theirs.


    Yet this one was made of magic. The crowd stopped recoiling and stared as it <i>swam</i> through the air. A dancing fish, darting about, circling slowly, and then jerking away as Ulvama swatted at it and put her hands in her pockets grumpily. She had stolen a pair of pants.


    What isthat?


    Venim halted, worried, perhaps, that the fish was a harbinger of some Tier 5 [Fish Swarm] spell. But Grimalkin just blinked.


    Thatsa Tier 3 [Light] spell. Or something close. I could make that. But the aesthetics are beyond what half of Fissivals graduates can do.


    By that, he meant it was a beautiful fish. It dazzled Kenvas eyes, and in the darkened air, it shone even brighter. Rags was pointing at it and clearly askingwhat the heck is this?


    She reached out for the fish as it nosed around her, and the fish darted away. Prixall smiled. Then she made a grasping gesture as she spoke out of earshot.


    <i>Grab the fish? No, catch it! </i>She looked around and then made a swishing gesture. With a. Yes, grab it with a!


    The adults didnt get it. But the children watching, all of them, instantly understood. They eyed the darting fish and saw how clever it was. Where Grimalkin saw an adept piece of magicthe children saw a fish you caught.


    And what happened after that? Prixall demonstrated, and the fish came over as obediently as could be. She grabbed itand it dissolved into a shower of sparkles.


    No, she killed it!


    Kenva was horrifieduntil she saw the shower of magical dust that coated theughing [Witch]s hands and arms. It clung to Prixall, a glowing, shining sparkle on her skin.


    Aha. Residual magicmust be a Tier 2 enchantment. You can definitely do this with an equivalent, nevermind the shamanic magic.


    Grimalkin was still muttering his notes. Kenva was still upset the fish was gone, but Prixall had demonstrated the rewards of the game, how it wentand then she pped her hands.


    Another fish swam out of the air. This one was long and sinuousit was a silver eel! Then something flew out of the sky, and everyone gasped.


    A regal bird, a Soerluing, the self-styled king of birds due to the crest it had on its head, fluttered down, and the magical illusion fanned its wings. Prixall let itnd on her arm with augh


    Right before its head exploded. All the Goblins <i>jerked</i> as an arrow passed through the magical Soerluing, and Rags turned. She shook a fist up at the inns tower, and an Antinium with a bow lowered it. Then Bird tried to hide behind the lip of his tower.


    That aside, more creatures were swimming out of the air. Fish were emerging, darting across the air, past the dazzled crowd and children rummaging around for somethingsticks, cloth,tingand there were birds!


    Even squirrels! They began to scatter, and Venim looked around.


    Magus Grimalkin, what is this?


    I believeits a Goblin game.


    A <i>game?</i> Everyone looked at him, but then Kenva let go of her fathers hand and jumped.


    Ive got it! Ive got


    A yellow squirrel <i>leapt</i> and spread its wings as the tree-squirrel flew. Kenva ran after it as Venim turned.


    Dont! It could be danger


    Toote. Kenva was chasing the squirrel. Another child, a Gnoll, had already caught a butterfly, and he was giggling as his worried mother peered at his face. But all he had was a shower of blue dust that made his fur light up like it was glowing.


    Catch the fish! I need a!


    Someone sell me a fishing! Ill make littles, one silver each!


    Nine copper per catching!


    Wood for a fishing, two copper per rod!


    The adults and children began shouting, and suddenly, the little creatures were everywhere. They mostly flew around outside of the walls, but Prixall was casting a <i>big</i> spell. With all of the magic of a tribe behind her.


    The adults were wary, but the children were delighted. They began runningand before Venim could halt his daughter, a flying Gnoll cannonballed into the back of his legs.


    Ekirra stopped to apologize to the manthen he was running after Mrsha, Visma, and the others. The magical creatures were <i>quick!</i> Some were slow enough that even a baby could catch them, but some behaved like, well, the genuine article.


    Have you ever tried to catch a squirrel? Kenva realized why the animals were mostly outside Liscors wallswith the windows, stalls, and whatnot in Liscor, the little creatures were impossible to catch. She <i>leapt,</i> and the eel-fish darted past her


    Right into the jabbing tip of a spear. It burst, and Hickery shielded her eyes. Then someone shouted.


    No fair! No spears!


    The Gnoll looked in delight at her enchanted spear as more Gnolls ran out. The [Guards] were calling.


    Not in the city! Out in the grass<i>no spears!</i>


    Children and a few adults began pursuing the magical creatures running about. ThenKenva wasughing as a little Gnoll girl spotted somes being made by someone with [Advanced Crafting]. She raced over, and Mrsha handed Kenva, Ekirra, and Visma each one. They began racing around, trying to find the most alluring creatures.


    Get the pink jellyfish! I want my scales to sparkle!


    Visma screeched, but Ekirra was racing.


    No, the white rabbit! Put it on my ser ball! <i>Ekirra kiiiick!</i>


    He kicked the ser ball, and it missed the rabbit and bounced off Palts chest as the Centaur trotted out to admire the illusion spells.


    From the walls, Beilmark blew a whistle.


    <i>No ser balls, no spears!</i>


    Ekirras ears ttened, and he went to put his ball away. But then Mrsha saw the Antinium standing still and staring at the beautiful creatures.


    A Goblins game for children. The crowd had almost forgotten, but they turned back to Rags and the Hobs. ThenMrsha went <i>racing</i> over the ground.


    <i>Antherr! Its him! Antherr!</i>


    Grev, who was too cool to y catch, uncrossed his arms, and Nte released a magical dove shed caught. Everyone turned as the white Gnoll silently shouted and raced around the Soldier.


    <i>Its Antherr! And Termin! And Nailren!</i>


    She recognized the Weatherfur Gnolls too, and they nodded to her. Mrsha fumbled for her notepad, realized shed left it behindthen pointed at the inn. She mimedwait, <i>wait</i>and began racing up to the inn.


    She realized what Antherr being here meant. Then Drassi, who had captured the entire Goblin game, focused on Antherr.


    Oh my. I believe were about to capture another quest being fulfilled live, folks. If I dont miss my guess, that might be Antherr, a soldier of Liscors army who fought in the Meeting of Tribes, returning to the inn. Weis there time for a celebration?


    The Drake looked around, but Lyte was already hurrying out the door to greet Antherr with the Thronebearers. And Erin was <i>still asleep!</i>


    Pisces gently picked Mrsha up before the Gnoll could open Erins door and wake her up. Instead, the guests filed outside. It was not the full celebration he deserved, but it was on the scrying orb.


    He deserved more. Not that Antherr seemed to care. In the scrying orb, the Antinium silently looked up, mandibles parted, as he stared at glowing creatures flying around him. The magicden air was shaded, but not dark, and it seemed as beautiful as the morning had been.


    But he deserved <i>everything,</i> and they were missing it. So a group of people watching the scrying orb furiously sped up.


    Were going to miss the party! Thats Antherr! I knew that bastard was alive. He owes me money. <i>Move faster you slow pieces of spidercrap!</i>


    Thousands of Antinium were marching past Esthelm as the cheering Humans waved at them and the Antinium waved back. Crusader 57 was screaming at the Antinium as wagons rumbled behind them,den with pieces of jade and other triumphs of the war. Crusader 53 nudged Crusader 57but they all did increase their pace.


    They wouldnt make it. Even at full-tilt, theyd need another hour or two to get there. So every Antinium was watching the orb anxiously.


    <i>They</i> felt that Antherr deserved more. Every promised fanfare, every moment the Crusade had earnedgive it to him?


    Perhaps that was enough. He was walking through a dark sea filled with vibrant creatures, shining, as children ran andughed around him. Antherr shaded his eyes and stared up at the inn, newly-built walls gleaming, as an Antinium waved at him from the tower.


    One of Antherrs hands waved back, and a beaming Gnoll girl with white fur was leading Lyte and four shining [Knights] in golden armor out. Adventurers stood, some waving at Antherr, others nodding to Nailren.


    <i>Wasnt that enough? </i>It should have been. Would have been for Antinium in any time but now. The Crusaders were learning greed. They wanted more. More, to fill empty hearts and heads which had never epassed anything so glorious.


    Into that desire, someone answered their request. The Antinium, staring at the scrying orb that Artur had mounted on top of his banner so everyone could see it, heard a strange sounding from the orb.


    It sounded likemusic. To be more precise, it sounded like a cello. A deep strain, running across the ground and grass. The children stopped a second, and heads turned. Even the Goblins, because this was not their doing.


    Wait. Is that


    Crusader 57 recognized the sound before anyone else. He looked up as a second group emerged, and the crowd drew back once more. Then he covered his eyes.


    No. <i>No! Its so embarrassing. Its so st</i>


    All of Squad 5 began pping him on the shoulders to get him to shut up. For the sounding out of the scrying orb was not the cello alone. It was quickly joined by a flute and other soft instruments. In fact, the orchestra was so astounding to many because


    It sounded Terandrian. In fact, it sounded <i>exactly</i> like Terandrian music, so much so that the Thronebearers and Lyte started and looked around.


    Then the [Princess] head rose, and she recognized that familiar music. As if she were in a ballroom listening to one of the famous songs that was yed when


    When you danced. Antherr, striding up the hill, slowed, and his head turned. His antennae, waving, stopped, and then he stared as the second group that this day was all about finally emerged.


    Pawn, the [Priest] of the Free Antinium, had returned. His mysterious absence the day before and theck of Antinium was not idental. Like Rags, they had been faced with ack ofanything that defined them.


    Unlike Rags, Pawn knew one thing that defined them. And for the Painted Antinium, it only took a bit of preparation to show everyone what they had learned.


    The hardest part was finding musicians willing to y for them, but gold talked, and Pawn had gone to Invrisil to find the best. So a group of nervous Humans and some Drakes and Gnolls were performing aTerandrian orchestra piece.


    That was not what made the crowd stare. It was the Antiniuming across the grass. But not in a horde. Not marching, like the Crusade.


    They were dancing. No, they were <i>waltzing.</i> Crusader 57 was muttering about how embarrassing it lookedbut even the [Crusaders] were watching in awe.


    Even they had not known that Antinium could dance. Much less in the way that a [Princess] had once taught a [Priest]. The artful steps, the carefully sped hands and rotating bodies. An Antinium spun out from a hand, and another couple glided across the ground as if it were a pce ballroom.


    They danced,ing across the grass as if nking Antherr as he walked up to the hill. Painted Antinium, their carapaces decorated with their identities. Yellow Stters and Purple Smile waltzed past Antherr as Pawn took his ce at the top of the hill.


    <i>And it was all being broadcast.</i>


    Some people could not bear to see it. Goblins, suffered to live. Antinium, dancing. They turned away in disgust and horror at the folly of Drakes and everyone else who pretended the unnatural was natural.


    Any number of nations had cklisted the broadcast. However, some had not, and fascinated nobility and influential figures ignored the politics anyways.


    Lord Belchaus, the Lord of the Dance, just watched. In silence.


    Anyments, Bel?


    Altestiel looked at the astounding sight, and the Lord of the Dance spoke softly.


    They do not all have the greatest of gifts. But some do. And most dance better than a noblemans son. I had no idea they could dance. And some


    He raised his head, and his eyes shone with tears. He pointed at one Antinium, who twirled softly. Decorated, from their upper elbows on all four hands and along the lower parts of their legs, as if wearing gloves and leggings made of colorful flowers.


    <i>Some dance.</i>


    Silverans Cleaners had danced one kind of performance in the inn for Lord Bel to see. This? This was something else.


    Antinium dancing and Goblin games. Antherr marched up to the inn slowly as the doors hung open and a hundred delicious, foreign smells invited him in. But he stopped as a [Driver] took off his cap and bowed.


    Miss Solstice aint here, is she?


    Shes asleep. But she will be down as soon as she wakes. Hello, Mister Termin. HelloAntherr, isnt it? Im sorry; I didnt know you wereing. But I hope you will forgive me. This day will surely celebrate you.


    A [Princess] bowed slightly to Antherr, and he raised all three hands. As if to protest. But then Mrsha was waving at him, and Pawn stepped forwards.


    Wee back, Antherr.


    He took Antherrs hand in two of his, and the Soldier looked around. His antennae trembled, and Termin smiled as a young man hung back.


    Is that Nailren? What are you doing? Get in here and fill your tes! Where have you been?


    Ceria called out, and a group of Gnolls looked up. Weatherfurs guards nodded as their Chief Warrior approached.


    On behalf of Chieftain Feshi, we have escorted the Antinium, Antherr, here. Is Honored Krshia present?


    Here. You have done well, Chief Warrior Toresh. Come in.


    Krshia Silverfang appearedbehind the group of Gnollsalong with Lism and the Council. She smiled and grasped Toreshs shoulders as he did the same.


    Drassi let out a sigh as Termin turned to Antherr. The [Driver] stuck out a gloved hand and hesitantly shook Antherrs. Thenhe blinked and cursed.


    Ow. What was


    A gold coin bounced off his brow. Then money began raining down. The [Driver] ran out of the hail of coins, whichnded in a neat pile. He blinked, eyed the coins, andughedright until the saddlended on his foot.


    <i>Quest fulfilled.</i>


    Antherr looked around as Mrsha reached out to shake one of his hands solemnly, and Numbtongue grinned and offered him a thumbs-up. He looked at the inn, and at that momentthe other Antinium realized this was the first time he had ever entered. He was no Painted Antinium, no lucky Soldier who had gone on patrol.


    So it was a special moment. The Antinium hesitated in the doorway of the inn as a Gnoll, Ishkr, poked his head out and got a bowl of acid flies ready.


    There was only one thing that could make it better. And that wasas the Antinium stepped through the doorway, a slumbering young woman who had asionally punched at the air in her sleep stirred.


    Above, in her room, Erin Solstice opened her eyes. She sat upandughed. By the time he reached themon room, she was waiting for him with open arms.


    Then, the celebration really began.


    He expected nothing. He was, after all, just a soldier. A member of the Beriad. He was no Painted Antinium, and an entire crusade wasing. They deserved more attention than hethey had fought two battles.


    In that way, the Antinium really were silly, kind little children. Just like every member of the 7th Hive of the Antinium would have given all their des up for one of their own, with the exception of maybe Crusader 57, he would have done the same for them.


    What Antherr didnt realize was that the [Innkeeper] had something for every one of them. The first thing she did was ask his name.


    Is itAntherr? Hello, Im Erin Solstice. Its so good to meet you.


    <i>Its good to meet you.</i>


    Words that had never been said to a Soldier. He smiled as he gently took her hand. But he clicked his mandibles helplessly, and Antherr had no lips. No voice to scream or speak with.


    <i>He wanted to be a Human again,</i> if only so he could shout and weep. Laugh and be that person who could talk.


    But this was good enough, and Antherr realized he was lying to himself. <i>Nothing would ever be enough.</i> What a greedy ant he was. Yet the [Innkeeper] looked him in the eyes.


    Can you tell me your full name? OrTermin, is that you? What are you doing out there? Come in,e in! And who is this?


    She beckoned, and Termin walked in, beaming. A young man with ck skin hung back. Timidly. This wasnt his moment, and Erin didnt quite notice him.


    Antherr Twotwentyhree Herodotus? <i>You have a middle name?</i> Thats so cool. Mine sucks.


    She winked at him, and the Soldier felt a strange tingle in his carapace. Because the [Innkeeper] was looking at his injuries, and she seemed sadright before she looked at a little Gnoll girl trying to carry a bowl of acid flies to him.


    Mrsha, give me a hand. This is Mrshaand you need to sit here and have some food. I wish I couldcan you write?


    He couldnt write, or read. It embarrassed Antherr, and he felt a helplessness that made him understand why some [Temrs] had longed for a voice. He hung his head, and Erin rested a hand on his arm.


    At the very least, you should be able to tell everyone your great name. Minesme, so I dont use my middle name. Actuallymy parents thought they were being <i>so</i> smart. Guess what it is?


    She leaned over as Mrshas ears perked up, and she brought out a notecard and began to write. Pisces, the guests, all looked over as Erin whispered something for only Antherr to hear. And Mrsha.


    <i>Its Summer. </i>Erin Summer Solstice. Can you believe it?


    She rolled her eyes and snorted, and he longed to tell her what a <i>great</i> middle name that was. As if she could tell how frustrated that made him, she smiledand then showed him something the little Gnoll was working on.


    This might be a temporary measurebut Mrshas going to help you out. She has her Mrsha signs, but people are stupid. Soyou can do your own, but take a look at this. Good handwriting, Mrsha!


    She showed him a card with a scribble on it. Antherr recognized the writing, and he stared at it. Then he fixated on the words when Erin told him what it was.


    Its your name. See? At least you can show people that. It saysHello. My Name is Antherr Twotwentyhree Herodotus.


    Mrsha handed the Antinium the notecard, and he took it like a priceless treasure. Hehe needed to pin it to his chest. Hed put a little nail in his carapace. But Erin wasnt done.


    Psst, Mrsha. Give him copies of your best cards. But without the sass.


    The little Gnoll nodded vigorously, and Erin turned to Antherr.


    I bet you could make your own, butwhat if we gave you cards for yes, no, and Im hungry? Then you can tell me to shut up, huh?


    Hed never need a card like that. The Soldier looked at Erin Solstice as he entered her inn, and he was swept away at once. He wished hed met her a long time ago.


    Termin the Omnipresent was there too, and new guests, and Erin Solstice saw thembut she kept returning to his table, even as she gave Termin a huge hug.


    Im gonna make you stay, Termin. Okay? There are a lot of guests, but the quest worked, right? Hey, anything Termin wants, Ishkr? He gets! Him and anyone with him!


    That will suit me just fine, Miss Solstice. Never you fear. And if you had a room or twoI have a helper somewhere around here.


    Termin looked for Rhaldon, but Erin was nodding. Drassi was trying to interview her again, but Erin headed straight back to Antherr. She only paused once.


    Lehra, is that you? Hi.


    Uh<i>hi!</i> Im making a good impression!


    The Gnoll jumped guiltily as she tried to hide half a pizza behind her back. However, Erin justughed.


    Help yourself to the pizza. Thats what its there for. You should try a stuffed crust one Imani madebut she hates it. Oh, and have you met all the adventurers?


    A lot of them. Nailren I knew


    Lehra pointed vaguely at him, and Erin brightened up.


    <i>Nailren?</i> Get over here! Hes great. Oh, and this is Jewel. You should meet her, too. Jewelwait, what are you doing?


    She pointed to someone, and the Gold-rank adventurer jumped. She and her team looked petrified, but Erin saw to her amusement that they were helping Alcaz stop the crowds from bursting through the inn. She nodded to Lehra.


    Jewels cool.


    <i>She was?</i> Jewel looked amazed, relieved, and gratified as Lehra instantly headed over with interest. Captain Todi, who was apanying Selys, strolled over.


    And Im Captain Todi


    Who? Scuse me. Hey, arent you from the <i>quest?</i>


    The Gnoll shook Jewels hand as Erin sat back down. She winked at Antherr, and he smiled. Then Erin Solstice leaned on her hands.


    Now, what can I get you?


    Slowly, the Soldier picked up a notecard. He inspected it, and Erin told him what it said. And his smile grew wider.


    When Brigadier Forount rode through the gates of Celum, she passed by the [Guards] and into the city so fast that Mayor Cetris was still hurrying over to the gates by the time she had reached one of the main zas.


    Never let it be said that the Brigadier of Wales waste for anything, let alone her own celebration. She had to actually ride back to the gates in order to begin the parade properly.


    It began with marching drums, horns, and it had the elements of a military paradeso Wales obliged. Thebined riders formed up and marched, horses stepping ahead of proudly marching [Soldiers].


    Gershal of Vaunt was almost deafened by the cheers as Celums popce and visitors from the local region and beyond flocked to the streets. They were waving local gs. That was what made the local soldiers smile.


    Ocre, Celum, Remendialocal heroes. But even Vaunts own gs were hanging over the city of Celum. The parade began before the Antinium reached Liscor, and Gershal found it was not tedious at all.


    Imagine how an adventurer felt after, say, emerging from the Ruins of Albez to cheers and a celebration. That was spontaneous and deserved.


    But a [Soldier] whod just marched for days after fighting a grueling battle <i>might</i> get a bit tetchy if they had to stand and march around a city in an interminable parade. There was nothing like a grousing group of people being celebrated to bring the mood down.


    That was why Lyte had borrowed a tactic from home, and the [Soldiers] didnt even have time to contemte the parades length before they were ostedby people passing out mugs and free food. Hamburgers, street-vendor food, which the [Soldiers] snatched at. Mostly non-alcoholic drinks because you could end up with a bunch of rowdy drunks.


    Forount herself was caught snacking on a slice of pizza as Drassi hurried to showcase the parade. She preened, brushed at her mustache, and then gave the camera a salute with her sword. The cheering grew louder as a marching band apanied people tossing flower petals like there was no tomorrow. Especially for the flowers.


    It wasentirely military. Which struck a contrast with how Liscor was preparing. Liscor, Celum, Invrisil. Three cities were the center of the celebrations, and each one had styled themselves differently.


    For Celum, wholesale destruction of flowers, cheap, filling food, and a military parade celebrating the local pride in what theyd done. It reminded some people from Drake cities of, well, military parades simr to the ones Pass, Oteslia, and all Drake cities held.


    So in that sense it was well done. And they had none other than Brigadier Forount, who, while twirling a mustache and beaming into the camera, was a character who could hold up the entire parade by sheer personality alone.


    <i>Those poor flowers, though.</i> A Drake sighed and stared at a basket of petals. But the Antinium had been sighted on the edge of the Floodins, and so the visitors here had about thirty minutes to an hour to party. Then it was back to Liscor, because the Drake city had a different idea of how to party.


    Aside from the magical animals, the waltzing AntiniumLiscor had paid for a far more rxed atmosphere. They had a bazaar, streets filled with people, and a lot of private businesses were making a killing. For the Antinium especially, Lyte had contrived a festival to wee them in. Naturally, there would be cheering and a few speeches, but their parade would be less drawn-out.


    Especially because the Antinium were a more contentious force to celebrate. However, people were unabashedly celebrating the Humans, even Drakes in the crowd. And Erin Solstice was awake.


    The saddest person in all of Liscor, Celum, and Invrisilbined was Liska. Every time she opened a door to Celum, she heard cheering, and all the fun things outside the inn were being gossiped about by people in line or queuing up to various attractions.


    Gloomily, she stared into Invrisil as a cartwheeling [Actor] passed by to cheers.


    <i>The yers of Celum are putting on a public performance in Celum and Invrisil! The yers of Liscor for their city! Come attend the shows at half-past six and then every two hours afterwards until midnight!</i>


    She got off work at eight. Liska perked up. Then she grumbled about having to work until <i>eight!</i>


    Her bad mood was only slightly alleviated by all the food she was being supplied. A very useful Antinium Worker called Dotsbecause of all the dots of paint on their armorkept bringing her everything she wanted. Ishkr did know how to cate his sister.


    Anyways, she was just letting through the same Drake shed sent to Celum. The Drake was holding two free tankards of beer, and she had an armful of breadsticks. She deposited the lot in front of a grumpy man who smelled like a bog and a Gnoll. All three wore verynatural clothing.


    They were either vagrants or [Druids]. Given the nest of spiders in the Drakes staff and Nalthaliarstrelous familiar look, Liska bet they were from Oteslia. They walked into the inn, now serving customers for money, and sat down. Not that this lot intended to pay.


    They sat with the free food. For only the cost of travelling two waysadmittedly close to a gold coinShassa had contrived to have herself a good time, and shed brought back as much of Celums free food as she could carry. She was telling the others about it, but she cautioned the Human man.


    Dont go into Celum, Nalthaliarstrelous.


    Why not? Dont go into the garden, Shassa. See how you like being told what to do?


    The Drake heaved a huge sigh.


    That was an ident. Eforte, dont go into the garden. Justdont go into Celum, Nalthaliarstrelous. We dont need to cause more trouble.


    How many people are mistreating animals?


    The [Druid] began to get up with a dark look, and Shassa tried to stop him.


    No one! They justtheyre tossing flower petals. The poor things!


    She sighed, and the Gnoll shook his head. Nalthal gave Shassa a nk look, then sat back down.


    Flowers? Who cares? I thought you meant <i>people. </i>Whats this, free? Give me that.


    He began to gnaw on the free breadsticks, and a squirrel poked its head out of the neck of his robes, and he fed it a huge chunk of bread. Shassa opened her mouth indignantlythen turned her head.


    A little Gnoll girl scampered by without noticing her fellow [Druids]. Mrsha the Partier was racing around from ce to ce. A puffing Thronebearer, Ser Lormel, jogged after her.


    Theres our little Landfriend. Should we introduce?


    Do you want the [Princess] to break your legs? Whats the menu say? Everythings expensive. How much gold do we have?


    The [Druids] gloomily checked their pockets. Shassa and Eforte, both [Druids] of Oteslias circle, received a modest stipend from the City of Growth, but their benefits were mainly in the city.


    Free housing and food was cheap. Gold was not, if that made sense. Eforte turned to Nalthaliarstrelous.


    Dont you get paid by Magnolia Reinhart?


    Yes. And?


    Wheres your gold?


    The [Druid] scratched at his beard.


    I dont know. I probably buried it in the maze or gave it to the circle in the Vale Forest. Its just coins.


    Shassa gloomily stared at a pile of silver coins. Nalthal saw her expression and grunted. He reached in his bag of holding.


    Let me see. Nonothats mold. Thats dead worms. Aha!


    He pulled out several calcified worms, which he offered to some of the spiders in Shassas staff. Then he plonked a handful of dirt onto the clean tables, much to the vague horror of everyone around him. Nalthal blew half of it onto the floor, and <i>gold</i> glinted between the dirt.


    Dug up a bunch myself just the other day so I could travel to Oteslia. There. What are we buying?


    At this point, he was so noticeable that the [Druid] became part of the inn. Erin Solstice stopped patting Antherr on the hands long enough to turn.


    Hey! Whos throwing dirt on the ground<i>is that Nalthaliarstrelous!</i> The ultra-violent [Druid]!


    She bounced over in delight. And she was <i>almost</i> as happy as Silverstache, who bustled over with a dustpan and broom. All this dirting in! Tsk, tsk, theyd have to brush it up, then mop, then do some minute floorboard cleaning and then <i>wax</i>


    The adventurers looked amused as the nervous Shassa stood up. But Moore bowed to Nalthal, and he even grudgingly nodded back. Erin motioned him over to the tables where Nailren was looking slightly overwhelmed by all the Gold and the two Named-rank adventurers.


    Aha. <i>[Druids].</i> Sell me reagents!


    Saliss rubbed his ws together, and Xif poked his head out from shaking paws with the Gnolls from the tribes. Nalthal put up with it grudgingly as Erin introduced him.


    Everyone, this is Nalthaliarstrelous. Dont kick a dog or do anything to animals around him or hell kill you. Hes a nice ghes a [Druid]. But I like him. Oh, and hes apparently someone who <i>actually carries around pocket-dirt.</i> And hes the reason why people find buried treasure in the ground. Wild, huh?


    In any other time, he would be fascinating and Mrsha the Treasure Seeker would need a word with him. But she was already racing down the hill because


    <i>The Antinium wereing.</i>


    Liscor had huge drums that were booming, and the Goblins started because it reminded them of far less wee memories. But when they looked out, even Redscar smiled.


    The Antinium were marching on Liscor, and for once, their arrival was not greeted with a rain of arrows, but magic instead. Magical fireworks began shooting up, and people began cheering.


    Even Liscorians! Mrsha came to a stop, panting, as Vismas family and Ekirras joined the people spilling out of the city and waving gs and cheering the Antinium.


    <i>Whoa! Theyre so happy!</i>


    Gire and Moore had to be adults and shake hands, but Nte could catch up with Mrsha, and so could Ekirra and Visma. The four kids stared at the merry adults as Ser Lormel clutched at his side.


    Theyre happy?


    Visma stared nkly up at her parents. Her mother was a [Painter], and her father made drinks as far as Mrsha understood it. She only knew Vismas parents as adults, and they smiled at her. Visma had a big brother who had a crush on Erin andthat was about it.


    Ekirra had arger extended family, and they were fighting to seeand pestering Ekirra to give them a bite of the ice cream hed been given at the inn. He whined as his cone disappeared, and Mrsha promised shed get him another.


    Mom <i>is</i> happy. I wonder why.


    Visma conferred with Ekirra, vaguely puzzled. Ekirra prodded his bigger sisterhe was the youngest of his family.


    Hey. Why are you cheering? You dont like Ants.


    He conferred briefly with his family, which resulted in ear-pullings, and he had to bribe one of his cousins with a pizza slice so Mrsha, Visma, and Nte could join him in the front. But then they saw the first Crusaders marching into Liscor and waving. Mrsha beamed and waved at the Antinium, genuinely, but the cheering wasing from countless citizens.


    Againwhy? Well, her two local friends tranted the answer to Mrsha.


    Its because theyre gonna get free stuff! Mom says we could get <i>jade!</i> Its like when the armyes back. They make trouble, but we get loot!


    Ah. It all made sense. Nte looked amused, and Mrsha rolled her eyes. Then she saw the wagons rolling in, and the cheers grew louder. Nothing like the promise of free jade to add to the Antinium sentiments.


    Well, the [Crusaders] looked pleased enough to be cheered at all. And Commander Olesm himself was poised to greet them with Liscors Council, who had medals and a speech.


    It was great. Mrsha beamed as the entire army marched through the gatesthen she decided she was done. When they came to the inn, shed be back, but she had about as much desire to hear Lism give a speech as she did to hit herself on the head with a baseball bat. Repeatedly.


    Besidesthe two armiesing into both cities had really kicked off all the events! Mrsha had chased the magical creatures still floating about nonstop, and her fur was decorated with a bit of green and red, proof of her victories.


    However, she wanted to see more!


    Mrsha, while everyones cheeringlets get some Antinium dolls! Someones selling ones made out of ck woodthey look perfect!


    Aw. I dont want to. Dolls are stupid.


    Ekirra grumbled, and Visma rounded on him.


    These ones have moving arms! Mister Jerome made them!


    He did? Can I give mine a sword?


    You wont get any if you donte, stupid! Are youing, Miss Nte?


    Iming.


    The witch seemed pleased to join Mrsha as she dashed off. Ser Lormel ran after them, and by the time they stopped in the line for the best dolls yethe was making painful wheezing sounds.


    Those turned into gasps as Mrsha and the rest dashed over to something Nte wanted to seeImanis restaurant. They lined up as she offered food to people, and Mrsha importantly pped some coins down, and they all received a skewer with eight different kinds of meat all stuffed together. Each child got a piece, and Mrshas first bite was trout!


    Imagine! It was good stuff too, and she was licking her paw as Palt came out with a stamina potion to rescue Lormel. Then she noticed a girl staring at her. From the magical creature catching!


    Kenva pointed at Mrsha as her father queued up for food for the family.


    Youre that Gnoll from the television! Youre <i>Mrsha.</i> Youre famous! Can I have your autograph? What are you eating? Is it good?


    And to Mrshas astonishment, she saw heads turn, and a few people stepped out of line.


    Wait, it <i>is</i> that Gnoll! Wasnt she kidnapped? Is the bounty still on?


    Dont be stupid. Hey, little, umMrsha! Doom-girl! Can I get an autograph?


    A Drake hurried over and tried to get Mrsha to press her paw in some ink and put it on an autograph card. She gave him a long look, and disappointed, he tried to get back in line and found hed lost his ce.


    However, Mrsha realized she <i>was </i>slightly famous. She had been on television more than most people could boast of, and her white fur was a reminder of recent events.


    Mrsha the Celebrity preened as she offered Kenva some of the skewer and won instant friendship with the Drake girl. She was admiring Vismas new doll when Mrsha pointed. She held up a card, and Kenva squinted.


    Whats that? You write? <i>Lets go to Celum and see Forount and the cheese-people? </i>Free food? Lets go, lets go! Can I go with them, Dad? <i>Dad?</i> Daaaaaad


    That of course bought Lormel a few moments where he assured Venim his daughter was in good hands. Then he was running, running as the children raced off to the next encounter. And the [Knight], who was supposed to be trained forbat, reflected that he really should work harder on his running.


    He took some sce in the fact that Watch Captain Venim was already swearing under his breath as he apanied them. Childrenchildren just <i>ran</i> until they stopped, and they had too much energy. They sprinted from spot to spot with sugar for blood.


    The parade of the Antinium into the city was grand and celebratory.


    Erin Solstice saw almost none of it. Not Peki, flying triumphantly above the Antinium marching with the wagons of jade or the crowds pointing at the monster parts or cheering them or Liscors army weing their soldiers back from the battlefield.


    She stood with Antherr as the door to her inn opened and Antinium walked in. Pawn was patting Zimrahs shoulder as Squad 5 poured into the inn after the Beriad.


    They charged at Antherr and covered him in pats and hugs. The [Innkeeper]ughed. Then she had a bowl of something hot for the grumpy Worker with the huge sword.


    Hello, Crusader 57. Want to try some mana candies and some egg drop soup?


    Youremember me?


    The Worker looked at Erin, uncrossing two arms, and she winked.


    How could I forget the grumpiest Worker in the entire Hive?


    Grumpy? <i>Me?</i> Im not grumpy.


    All of Squad 5 looked at him, and Crusader 57 snatched the bowl of soup so fast it almost spilled.


    Give me that. At least this inn is good for something.


    Crusader 53 raised a hand to chop 57 on the head, but then Erin Solstice was giving Crusader 57 a hug.


    Meh. <i>Get off me.</i>


    Nothing would do but for Squad 5 to all receive a hug, and then Erin was greeting the Beriad. She had only two arms, so it took a long time. But she had all day. Antinium poured into her inn, but not all stayed.


    Wait, where are you going? You cant leave!


    No sooner had the Beriad, Battalion 5,e into the inn than they were all trying to leave. With Antherr! Erin was dismayed, until she realized


    We are reporting to Captain Calruz. He cannot enter the city. We may return, Innkeeper Solstice.


    A Worker with a greathammer saluted her. The Horns stirred at their table, and Erins eyes flickered.


    If youve gotta goyou need to promise me youll be back. And before you go


    She looked around, grabbed a bunch of pizza boxes, and demanded they take as much food as they could carry. For the Minotaur and hispany.


    Then Erin stood there as a thousand Antinium slowly circted through her inn. Many left, to go to the army and tell them it was alright or report to their friends. But before they went, they came to the inn.


    Theyd heard she was giving out free hugs.


    Watching Mrsha run from city to city, often with splurges of coin and her friends bouncing from attraction to attraction, was <i>mildly</i> horrifying to anyone who might have observed how much gold she had to spend. Or her celebrity statusor the poor bodyguards.


    Actually, it was more than just a temporary issue. Just like Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings made for poor bodyguards, the [Knights] were not all-epassing child experts. They could provide for a lot of needs, but they were still there to keep someone <i>safe</i>, rather than raise thempletely.


    Do theydo they not have teachers in Liscor? I mean, [Teachers]? Is this still all apprenticeships? Surely they have some for children too small to work, right? Right?


    It seemed incredible, but Celum had none, and neither did Liscor, not that Shassa could see. As for Invrisil?


    Since Nalthaliarstrelous had so much gold, she decided to poke her head into the City of Adventurers too. The [Druid] had to admit, it was shocking to see Mrsha and the children running around. Oteslia had [Teachers] and [Minders] who led groups of young Drakes and Gnolls around the city and filled their days. Why, even shed done that, teaching them how to garden.


    What a strange city, but then, not everywhere was Oteslia. Shassa was poking around Invrisil and saw nothing like a teacher in the brief time she was about. And interestinglyless celebrations here.


    Oh, there was definitely a feeling of celebration in the air, but Invrisil was less active than both Celum and Liscor, having sent some of their best performers over. Shassa noticed it, and Mrsha <i>definitely</i> noticed it as she galloped into the back of the Drake.


    Ow! Excuse me, Miss!


    Mrsha backed up and hastily shed a Sorry card at Shassa, but the Drake stopped her.


    Running around without looking where youre going is very inconsiderate. And a quick sorry is not enough. May I receive a formal apology? You neednt run everywhere in crowdsyou may dodge around people, but youre making them jump.


    Chastened, Mrsha wrote a formal apology, and the little children promised not to run so fast. Shassa nodded and then saw them looking around in dismay.


    <i>Hey, there arent any cool things over here! What gives?</i>


    Mrsha was put out by theck of full fanfare and wonderful chaos. Oh, there were some performers like a [Bard] putting out a songmemorating the victory at Orefell, and people were certainly having fun.


    Adventure Room! Enter the Adventure Room and fight monsters and seek great mysteries! Be the [Adventurer] you always wanted to be! No danger, all thrills! Free trial!


    Mrshas ears perked up as she saw a young [Mage] calling out an advertisementbut the line was long, and as she looked about, she saw more signs that Invrisil was sort of festive, but not enough.


    Weve got Liscor themed treats here! Spider Sulents, Rock Crab muffins, and all kinds of goods! Even cookies!


    Ekirra tugged Mrsha over to a likely bakery, but it was all <i>paid</i> goods and expensive. Mrsha put her hands on her hips.


    <i>Where was the free food? Where were the parties? </i>She had been here to celebrate with the yers of Celum, and she knew they could throw wild stuff.


    It seemed, though, that the Mayor of Invrisil was a bit more cautious, or perhaps the local vendors were. Spending a bunch of money to hopefully attract even more business made senseif you werentpeting with two other cities, though. Especially with a finite doors worth of mana for teleportation.


    However, Mrsha didnt care about that. She just wanted a <i>party</i> for the Antinium and Humans and adventurers. She knew for a fact that the Horns and the other teams would do a small parade through hereter today, and if this was what they got, they neednt bother!


    Heck, even Numbtongue was preparing for a few songs with the bandKevin and Octavia, and hed enlisted a few other people to y other instruments. Even Bird was going to sing!


    Mrsha just knew that Lyte had probably decided to focus on Liscor and probably didnt know Invrisil wasnt living up to snuff. It urred to Mrsha that<i>she</i> could do something.


    Why not? Again, Shassas fears bore fruit as Mrsha du Marquin thought about how she, the [Emperor]-hobnobbing, important Mrsha Doomgirl, who was famous, could just nip into the Mayors office and make some deals.


    Why not walk into the Adventurers Guild backrooms and assert some Ksmvr-style dominance? She was rubbing her paws together and formting a n when she had a thought.


    An odd thought in the back of her head, as new to her as clothing, but annoyingly pervasive.


    <i>Wait a moment. Wait a moment. Is there the slightest, most inconceivable-yet-possible chance that this could end up in a lot of trouble?</i>


    No. No, surely not. Yet it urred to Mrsha that maybe, just <i>maybe</i>, walking into a room full of Gold-ranks or haranguing a [Mayor] wasnt a responsible move.


    Where was thising from? The voice sounded a bit like Lyte. Mrsha prodded her head, scowling. Perhaps it was the kind of instinct that came from being kidnapped across Izril and seeing a war fought out.


    Well, poo. She folded her arms as Ekirra bickered over which city was better right now, Liscor or Celum. <i>Was this what being an adult felt like?</i> Seeing the consequences of your actions? How horrible.


    Mrsha? What are you thinking about?


    Nte was watching hercarefullyand Mrsha sighed. She was just about to suggest they go back to Liscor and just tell Lyte and have her deal with itwhen someone interrupted them.


    Hoi there! Is that you again, kid? This ce is boring as feck, aint it? Invrisil really is letting us all down. Specially Celum.


    <i>Kid?</i> Mrsha turned with the wrath of punching someoneand noticed Grev. He was hanging out with a gang of kids, who eyed the Drakes and Gnolls with wary interest.


    <i>Grev! Arent you going to have fun in Liscor and Celum? Want toe and y with us?</i>


    y?


    He spat, looking amused. Grev jerked a thumb at the gang of kids who definitely had no [Teacher] behind them.


    Im no kid, Miss Mrsha. Im a Face of Invrisil. Ive been hanging out here hoping something fun was uprumor is therell be some interesting guests soon. But this citys dull as dishwater.


    <i>No kidding. Your city sucks.</i>


    Grev grinned as some of his buddies who could read glowered. He nced around casually.


    Well, Invrisils the kind of ce where money and favors go hand in hand. I bet you that since the yers are performing in Celum, mostve the big shoppies and merchies dont want to put on a big show. See that rich baker? He could put out a buncha snacks for everyone, but he wont because hes being cheap.


    Grev had an interesting way of talking. He was right, however, and Mrsha nodded along with his understanding of the problem.


    <i>Lytes busy. I was going to do something, but can you think of anything to make this ce more hip-hoppity?</i>


    She tried to use ng that shed heard from Erin. Grevs lips moved as he read thatst word, but he shrugged and grinned, puffing his chest out.


    I <i>could</i>. You dont need Lyte or Erin. If I got a few of the big shoppies to spread the word, we could throw in a party like when Elia Arcsinger came in. All sh and mor.


    Mrshaughed silently. Grev bristled. He pointed at the gang, mildly outraged. They were eying Ser Lormels armor and teasing the man; he was dying of exhaustion.


    Hey, like I said, I was a small fish in <i>Celum</i>, but Im famous now. A Face, a <i>Face,</i> Mrsha. Dont you know what that means? It means Im so famous everyone in Invrisil knows me, or ought to.


    <i>Oh yeah?</i>


    Yeah. You arent cool when you have to hold up a notecard.


    Mrsha scribbled, ignoring the taunt.


    <i>Then prove it! Light this ce up like Liscor. For Erin! For the Antinium!</i>


    Grev hesitated, because he realized, toote, hed made a mistake. The rest of his followers looked at him, and the boy nced around Invrisil. The City of Adventurers. Which, true, knew the yers of Celum as one of the biggest groups ever.


    But Grev? Was he actually a Face or? The former [Street Urchin] squared his shoulders and exhaledthen he shot Mrsha a cocky grin.


    I can do it. Give me an hour, no, thirty minutes! But you need to have at least something interesting too! Everyones seen adventurers before. You have anything cool?


    Mrsha <i>hmmed</i> and put her chin in one paw. She thought of her friends, and then she brightened up.


    Wellshe had <i>one</i> interesting thing that might work. She scribbled on a notepad.


    <i>You do your thing, and Ill do mine, deal? Coolest person is a Face.</i>


    Thats not how it works, but <i>deal.</i> Come on,ds andsses. Time for old Grev to pay Erin back.


    Grev adjusted his clothes, looking slightly nervous as Mrsha tugged on Ntes hand. The witch looked slightly concerned, but Mrsha wasnt trying to bully a [Mayor], so was this progress? Grev nced at Mrsha and then tilted his head to the skies.


    Say. If youre gonna have a parade in Invrisilmaybe tell Lyte you should bring all the cool people over. Antinium, adventurers, Forountand Erin Solstice herself.


    Mrsha blinked at him, and then she grinned.


    One hourter, Erin Solstice blinked as she found herself in a new lineup.


    Me? Go to Invrisil as part of the parade? Aw, I dunno, Lyte.


    Erinyou <i>have</i> to. Mrsha is right.


    The little Gnoll was dancing around Erin with an excited group of children. Erin didnt know what had gotten into them, but theyd run back into the inn and began pestering some of the people in here for help for a big thing.


    Which was naturally concerning, but Erin had been so busy greeting the [Crusaders] she hadnt been able to deal with them.


    Anyways, Ser Lormel had assured Lyte it was mostly harmless. Which sounded better than most Mrsha escapades. Right now, the Horns, Halfseekers, and Silver Swords were preparing for their parade in Invrisil.


    They appeared pleased by the honor, but as Dawil kept joking


    Were one team in a thousand that Invrisils honored. Dont be upset if you get less apuse than Liscor, Pisces. Were not giving away free jade.


    Perish the thought. When I am paraded through Invrisil, I expect it to be purely for my teams aplishments. This was a joint effort.


    The [Necromancer] sniffed, but he was adjusting his robes, and hed even buckled his rapier to his side.


    What was new was Erin being added to the group, and she was understandably reluctant.


    This is about adventurers, Mrsha. Not me.


    But you yed the chess game, Erin. <i>And</i> posted the quest. And frankly, we will have some of the [Crusaders] as well as Brigadier Forount, Lieutenant GershalI think theyre arriving now. Just go with them? For the asion? Dont think of it as you taking credit. Youre adding to the moment.


    EhI dont wanna walk that far. And Im not getting in my wheelchair.


    Erin tried onest time, but Lyte was ready.


    You wont have to. Ser Dalimont suggested we decorate a wagonso only a few people will be riding. The rest will be able to sit or stand. It will be a short tour and a small speech. Invrisil is, regrettably, smaller-scale. Please?


    Is Drassi going to broadcast it?


    Lyte waved this off, much to the adventurers disappointment.


    Unless she can find something more impressive than the other parades, I doubt it. How about it, Erin? Then we cane back to the inn and finish celebrating.


    Oh, fine.


    Exasperated, Erin puffed out her cheeks and gave up. She looked over, and Numbtongue grinned as he stepped out after Mrsha, who was practically pushing him and Moore andSaliss


    Hm.


    Well, that wasnt an odd mix of concerning people to be going to Invrisil. Erin shook her head as Lyte dithered.


    No scrying orb? Come on, were heroes! Drassi, Drassi, can I twist your arm and show us off?


    Jqua wasining lightly and mostly joking as she spotted Drassi and a full camera crew heading through the inn. Much to her surprise, Drassi stopped.


    Broadcast you? Of course! If the inns going to be there<ie on, people, we need to be live in ten! </i>Find a spot and get me multiple angles!


    They streamed down the hallway, and Erin groaned. Then she felt an odd tingling on the back of her neck. Jqua and the adventurers brightened up, though.


    Were on the orb? Hear that, Erin? Come on, well all have a grand time! Please?


    She had already just been on the orb, so Erin supposed she could have fun talking with the adventurers in the wagon. She stood up, stretched, and people began filing through the door.


    Erin wasst in line, and the door ran out of mana halfway through sending people through. There were a lot ofints behind Erin toothey were cutting a line for people heading to Invrisil, so the shouting was incredibly noisy every time Liska opened the door.


    Sorry, sorry! Oh, damn. The doors out.


    Lyte cursed and looked for Mrsha. A [Mage] hurried over to recharge it, but to Erins surprise, someone put a w against the door.


    Allow me. If youll let me join you? Miss Solstice.


    Grimalkin!


    She beamed at him, and he gave her a slow nod. Erinughed, and the Sinew Magus charged up the door in a heartbeat. She was chatting to him as Lyte, the Thronebearers, and the Horns waited to go through.


    How are you doing, Grimalkin? Its so great to see you. We should talk more! Where have you been, stranger? Did you like the p


    Then the door opened, Erin walked through and went deaf. The noise and light swept over herand then it looked like they had entered a warzone.


    Grimalkin threw up his ws, but it was just the fireworks. Magical lights were blooming in the air so fast that it cast the people jumping up and down<i>jumping up and down</i> like a mosh pitinto shadows.


    Erin Solstice felt her jaw drop, and she nearly ran into the Halfseekers. They were frozen in cebecause the quiet City of Adventurers had transformed in an hour. Antinium were clustered together as Brigadier Forounts horse reared.


    The cheering didnt stop, but Erin just felt it be a background roar. Then she looked out and saw a <i>celebration.</i>


    Mrsha herself had frozen when she saw the chaos. But when she saw Grev, waving at her from the back of one of the parade floats, she understood.


    A Face of Invrisil had called in favors. How many favors? WellMrsha thought she saw no less than three different performing groups ying across the streets so far, and a [Tumbler] was doing <i>backflips</i> across a wire strung the length of the street.


    The City of Adventurers had high-level [Performers]. It had been home to a Level 40+ [Tumbler], and even Barelle the Bard. They had watched Liscor and Celum celebrating with urbane amusement, and when theyd gotten the prompt, theyd decided it was time to show off.


    However, that was possibly also because Liscor, Celum, and yes, even Pass had decided to add to the event. Grev had decided that if the three Gold-rank teams werent enough to warrant a celebration, why not add the Antinium and Forounts group? And if you had themyou might as well celebrate everyone you could.


    The yers of Liscor <i>and</i> the yers of Celum were striding across the street, handing out the coveted autographs to anyone whose card they managed to grab in the sea of waving hands. One of their number actually copied the [Tumbler] and managed three flipsshe kept on going, did a flip and twist in the air, and blew a kiss at him.


    Following them came a strange sight that provoked screams and cheers on its own. Saliss of Lights threw up his ws as Erin closed her eyes. He tossed vials into the air, and the sky, already filled with sparkling lights, turned into a full congration of explosions. The Drake posed as the Horns looked around.


    <i>Is this all for us? I thought it was supposed to be quiet!</i>


    Yvlon grabbed Lytebut then all of them saw someone beckoning frantically to them.


    Into the parade wagon! Come on! You and youand you!


    <i>Me?</i>


    Lyte was astonished, but before she knew it, the Horns and Erin were piling into a wagon. And the [Princess] was going up with her Thronebearers.


    They certainly fit the scene. Erin was screaming something at Lyte about lies, but they were already rolling down the street.


    And the sight of the [Innkeeper] made the screaming grow <i>louder</i> somehow. Erin looked around and saw more people in the line of celebrities.


    That was what Invrisil respected, she realized. Saliss from the Meeting of Tribes, Lehra Ruinstrider in a float ahead of themeven Wil, Venaz, Merrik, and Peki. The Garuda was showing off kicks and punches as she perched on top of one of the wagons.


    And at the head of the group? There were the two troublemakers who definitely needed some adult supervision! Mrsha and Grev were waving at the crowd, and they were getting a non-inconsequential number of cheers.


    <i>Actually, there were a lot of cheers, even for this being orchestrated by Grev. </i>Something was growing in the distance, and Erins head turned to the northern edge of the city. The parade was headed that way, and her eyes narrowed.


    Lytes own head snapped up, and she looked confused, but she was watching the Antinium, and she was, well, smiling and waving at the crowd. Her instincts had kicked in, and she fit into the celebration better than some of the awestruck adventurers.


    In fact, Dame Ushar had paused in the middle of joining the Thronebearers standing around Lyte to write a brief missive. She sent a [Message] spell off, and it raced around the world.


    It said this:


    <i>To Their Exalted Majesties:</i>


    <i>Budget  5000 Gold Pieces, breakdown 1000 Liscor, 3400 Invrisil, 600 Celum.</i>


    <i>Organization time, ~half a day.</i>


    The note was hastily scribbled, and it appeared on Queen Ines [Message] scroll <i>before</i> they saw their daughter, due to the time dy on Wistrams broadcasts.


    King Reclis peered over the [Message] scroll and read what it said. Her Majesty of Cnfer calmly eyed the celebration.


    Reclis was tapping his foot and nodding to the beat of the music. But then<i>he</i> was in a good mood after levelling up.


    She did quite well for her first celebration. Very positive sentiment about the Antinium, dont you think, my dear?


    Ines face was cold as she eyed the [Princess] waving andughing and the adventurers on show.


    Its hardly unique. Shes simply tapped into sentiment, not changed a narrative. Enabling an event is basic. If an [Innkeeper] can do it, any royal of Cnfer should be able to do likewise.


    Reclis didnt pursue the argument. They just watched as Lyte blew a kiss, looking mischievous. Ines scowl grewrger. But then she blinked.


    Ah. The inn has arrived. That exins it.


    The scrying orb was movingand the confused but gratified people on parade realized what was going on after the crowds. The cheering grew louderand in the distance, Drassi pointed and shouted uselessly into the camera. The music was too loud. But it didnt matter because everyone saw it.


    An inn slowly came into sight. <i>The</i> inn. The Adventurers Haven had arrived in Invrisil, and it came in like a storm.


    <i>The Adventurers Haven ising! Thats why everyones cheering!</i>


    <i>What? The inn ising</i>so thats why Mrsha saw that other [Innkeeper]!<i></i>


    Lyte broke off from enjoying the parade and looked aghast. She realized that this wasnt all Grev and Mrshas doing! But nowher eyes darted up, and she gasped.


    Theyre stealing <i>our</i> moment! Those clever littlehow dare they!


    You mean the Antiniums moment!


    Erin hollered back. But it was toote. The parade was heading north, towards where the inn was arriving, and the cheering seemed to be taking on a different tone.


    <i>Almost like this was apetition.</i> Which it wasnt. Erin looked up, and Ceria shaded her brows.


    Is that an aura I feel? Or just magic? Did they just say <i>The Adventurers Haven</i> ising? Pisces, Yvlon, have you ever been there?


    What?


    Yvlon screamed back. She had two fingers in her ears. She shook her head.


    <i>Ive never been! But its famous! I wanted to be a Gold-rank and visitits the best inn in Izril!</i>


    The adventurers knew that name. Yvlon guiltily looked at Erin, but the [Innkeeper] was just frowning. Yet that was theparison being made.


    The Adventurers Haven, which was close to First Landing, was home to the best [Innkeeper]. Or had been the best inn?


    Lism was riding a parade wagon hed managed to smuggle the Council aboard, and he was pointing and shouting invectives.


    <i>Liscorians, show them that we have the best inn! Lets show them a real parade!</i>


    His voice was magnified by a speaking stone. Erin nearly spat out her tongue hearing that, but Liscorian citizens and natives of Invrisil took up the cause.


    Palt was firing illusion spells into the air along with Bezale and several [Mages]. Now, they conjured the opposite of the fireworksa rain of magic spells began raining <i>down. </i>The first elements of the parade began riding through falling streaks of green light and glowing rays that looked like fire.


    And that inn kepting. Erin was standing on her tip-toes, but she was shorter than most of the people in the parade wagon, and she couldnt see.


    Whats it look like? Pisces, Pisces


    She turned to the tall [Necromancer] and flinched as the cheers grew wild. Mostly because Ksmvr had just <i>leapt</i> from the wagon. Hended on a four-story building and began hopping across buildings as people pointed at him.


    <i>Ksmvr of Chandrar! Ksmvr of</i>


    Now, the adventurers were showing off. Saliss threw another potion into the crowd and turned everyones hair bright red. Then he threw a bottle down, and the explosion <i>tossed</i> him up past Ksmvr. He flew, spinning, through the air andnded on the ground before rolling to his feet.


    Guys, guys, its not apet


    Toote. Ceria leapt off the wagon and began sliding across the parade with Pisces on an [Icy Floor] spell. Dawil joined heror tried to. He couldnt bnce, so he ran and leapt. Then he began skidding on his front, arms raised, to wild cheering.


    wes was more restrained, but Falene shot a jagged bolt of lightning into the air. To Erins bemusement, her friends seemed keen on proving a point. As if they were defending her honor.


    It didnt make her smile or flush with embarrassed pride at all. Absolutely not.


    <i>yers of Celum, lets hear it for our [Innkeeper]!</i>


    Temile howled into Drassis microphone, and the crowd went wild as the [Actors] began activating Skills. From people in civilians clothes, a Drake spunand emerged in full Juliet costume.


    [Instant Clothing Change]. Another did a flipand snapped his leg. The crowd <i>screamed</i> as he stared at the broken bone and his twisted skinthen he got up, and the broken leg vanished.


    [Break a (Fake) Leg].


    Jqua was trying to whirl her il around to show off, but everyone was trying to stop her from killing everyone if she let go. Ulinde stood on the wagon, firing spells upwards


    And then they rounded a bend, and Erin saw the inning their way.


    At first, she didnt know <i>what</i> she was seeing. It was far enough in the distance for the people to be too small to make anything outbut the inn itself? Erin could see why it was a famous inn. She could see how it had gotten here in about a months time, even from First Landing.


    Mainly because it was<i>floating.</i> But it wasnt an inn. Not exactly.


    Erins first thought was that part of thendscape itself was moving. She saw a cluster of buildings slowly drifting over the ground. Then she realizedthergest building was the inn. And the entire cluster of buildings?


    <i>They were on wooden daises.</i> And they were floating. There was a central building, and each smaller one was on a rounded dais that hovered <i>around</i> The Adventurers Haven. Not just buildings; there were even what looked like pens for animals, and Erin swore she saw an actual field of crops.


    Floating! Or was it moreplex than that? Because what Erin also saw, as the cheering died down for a moment, was that each dais was still being pulled.


    They floated, yes, but they seemed anchored to huge pedestals being pulled by oxen, not horses. The animals were pulling the pedestals along, each one directly underneath the floating daises.


    <i>Like they were being held up by the maic repulsionor magic itself.</i> It was, Erin realized, like Fissival in miniature. She looked at the central building and saw, to her great surprise, that it was no building like her inn, which resembled a house adapted for the purposes of an inn.


    This was multi-sided, because it might face in any direction. It had at least four floors, open balconiesbut Erin didnt miss what looked like turrets or towers. In fact, she recognized that design too.


    <i>It looked like a crown or the city of Reim in miniature.</i> Wood and stone, painted a light, bright green visible for miles and highlighted by silver and viridian. The final thing she saw, even from afar, was the symbol, hanging prominently.


    A wand in front of a mug and a bag of gold to the side. The crest of that famous inn.


    The Adventurers Haven. And Erin just knew that the [Innkeeper] wasing her way. She felt it. But their aura was only half of what made the crowds gasp. Ceria slowed down, and Pisces nearly knocked her t. Both [Mages] stared at the inn.


    The <i>magic!</i> Pisces, is she lifting the entire damn <i>inn?</i>


    Shes supposed to be a former Named-rank adventurer, right? The [Mage]? Larracel the Haven?


    Her mana signature was so heavy that Pisces could see it from afar. And still, the Adventurers Haven drifted slowly to Invrisil. In dead silence, everyone stared at it for a moment. Then Mrsha pped Grev on the shoulder.


    <i>Alright, lets show them what weve got!</i>


    He started, nced at her, and then nodded. Time to unveil their trump card.


    Music and the sounds of another celebration wereing from the floating inn. It was hard to tell how many people could fit in the central innbut with the other buildingsbined? It had to have an upancy in the thousands, not hundreds! If that were really a floating farmstead, the staff alone constituted a vige.


    Mrsha couldnt tell <i>who</i> was making all that noise, but she could see a lot of people around the inneven outdoor tables. Wellwell<i>The Wandering Inn </i>didnt have outdoor tables because you got eaten by spiders if you sat outside!


    And her inn had something cool too. So Grev stood up, and the cheering resumed as he encouraged the crowd to <i>shout.</i>


    And if their voices were too weakthere was also music. However, the individual bands were fading out. A trumpeter was nervously adjusting his instrument and mouthing at his friends. Meanwhile, a grinning Kevin was adjusting the volume on hisptop while Palt cast a spell.


    When the music began to y, it sounded like the Singer of Terandrias music. It was an explosion, a shoutand Kevin began to strike the drums on a wagon as Octavia yed along as best she could on a guitar. However, they were just the background.


    The crowds heads turned. They expected to hear Caras voice because that was what they associated with that kind of music. They were not ready for what came next.


    <i>Introducing our special musician from The Wandering Inn! Let them hear it, Numbtongue!</i>


    Grev shouted and pointed. Then Mrsha heard screams and shouts and ducked because she had a feeling her mom and Erin were looking at her. But she kept staring up, <i>up</i>at the Hobgoblin [Bard].


    Numbtongue was ying on his guitar. AndMrsha distinctly heard a nervous tone in his voice as he began singing one of Caras songs. Half the crowd ready to panic at the sight of a Goblin stopped. They looked over, and Erins jaw dropped.


    Hes <i>singing?</i>


    She could see Numbtongue clearly, along with everyone else. In fact, beyond clearly because Numbtongue wasnt standing on one of the wagons. It was hard to hide a Goblin that long, even with a cloak and hood. So Mrsha and Grev had put him somewhere else along the parade route, and on signal


    His tform had begun rising. To be more precise, a pir of earth, brown stone, was <i>lifting</i> him higher into the air as Moore cast his newest Tier 4 spell.


    A singing Hobgoblin with a guitar was ying one of the Singer of Terandrias pop songs, and it seemed like even The Adventurers Haven slowed down to check their eyes.


    The crowd looked uncertain for a second, and Erin feared theyd either riot or panic. But her friends had pulled an Erin ssic. While the crowd was busy processing the fact that a Goblin could sing, theyd forgotten to scream.


    And shed also forgotten something that Numbtongue himself asionally forgot:


    <i>He was a [Bard].</i>


    He was using his Skills, and Erin felt the nervousness of the crowd drain away like water through a sieve.


    [Peaceful Melody]. And maybe[Bad of Bravery]. He grinned and winked at Erin and everyone else in her direction, and then someone began cheering him.


    <i>Go Numbtongue! Look at that!</i>


    Drassi shouted, and the voices swelled again as the music yed louder. Then you had a Goblin ying music in one of Izrilsrgest cities.


    <i>Disastrous.</i> Horrendous! It made Goblins look like people, and it fit his ss. If this were his kingdom, it would have been a terrible incident politically and socially.


    Since it wasnt, King Reclisughed his ass off. He wondered <i>how</i> Invrisil would deal with this in the months toe. Especially if a Goblin Lord came of all this.


    Queen Ine hadntughed. Nor had she done more than blink at the sight of Numbtongue ying on his guitar. She was just writing notes back to Dame Ushar.


    Fortunately, it appears our daughter hasnt taken leave of her senses. She did not put the Goblin there.


    What? Good, good.


    Reclis collected himself, chortling. He thought it was still a daring move, and Ine, amazingly, seemed to agree. She eyed the Goblin.


    A [Bard]. Its that <i>child</i> that Lyte appears to have taken an affection for. Mrsha.


    Oh?


    Reclis had a lot of thoughts about the Gnoll girl, and a lot of them were troublesome. Some, in light of the Meeting of Tribes, were interesting. Ine had even more direct feelingsbut for once, she was tapping a finger against her lips.


    The Titan of Baleros also visited that inn, and it seems he stayed in thepany of that Goblin, among others, if the mess at the Meeting of Tribes was anything to go by. Apropos of nothingthat little girl has made better use of that Goblins ss than our daughter and the Titan.


    The King of Cnfers brows rose as he turned his head back to Numbtongue. Never let it be said that Ine didnt recognize a good move when she saw it.


    The cheering was still going on as Numbtongue yed his finest. Brothers of Serendipitous Meetings were staring up at him, hats raised as they craned their heads back to see. He was so afraid he was going to fall or pee, but he was also engrossed in the song. And he had a feeling


    <i>He was going to level up.</i>


    He might get addicted to this. Kevin was swinging so hard on the drums that Numbtongue feared hed hurt himself, but this was their moment in the sun. He finished thest verse in the song and wondered if hed get an encore. The cheering slowedand the Hobgoblin, so high he was at rooftop level, was the first to see something weirding their way.


    Oh? Whats this?


    His voice was still magnified, and the Humans turned. The Hobgoblin stared at a curious sight streaking ahead of the floating inn. By now, it was closing on the citybut the oxen were slow.


    Yet the dozens, <i>dozens</i> of rich carriages werent. Numbtongue saw a higher ss of personal transport than hed recently ridden in. Gold trim, painted wheelsand crests.


    <i>Dozens</i> of crests. Some he recognized as members of the Five Families. Others?


    They came sliding to a stop as the horses turned, and some were even magical. Numbtongue saw the astonished crowd turnand one of the carriages painted almost unbelievably yellow and ck, like an angry beerocked.


    Then the carriage door blew open, and a red carpet began to unfurl. Numbtongue saw it roll outand <i>out</i> as the red cloth rolled forward with the help of a nervous manservant, who was pushing it to make sure it didnt tangle.


    It was an impressive sightbut he had to imagine that all that cloth had filled up almost all of the carriage. Nevertheless, the other person sitting there must have been content to sit next to a bale of cloth just to make her entrance.


    And that person was, of course


    Lady Pryde Ulta. She emerged with that very same tracksuit-style dress that shed worn in Pass, one arm raised, like the conquering [Wady] onto a battlefield.


    She got no apuse. The crowd just stared at her,pletely perplexed. Lady Pryde didnt seem to care. She threw back her shoulders, spread her arms, and then <i>flexed</i>.


    Numbtongue didnt remember her that well, but he thought he saw a bit more muscle than hed seenst time. And a group of extraordinarily muscled armsmen and women came flooding out of the huge carriage to surround her like a posse.


    That was the first carriage. While Numbtongue was looking around for Grimalkinhe saw another carriage with chalk white, leaf-green, and rose-red trim open.


    A [Lady] and a [Lord] he had never seen before emerged as a bowing servant opened the door. They stepped down onto no carpet of their own, but then the [Lord] snapped his fingers.


    The mundane, dirt road in front of the [Lady] with a dress that matched her carriage turned from dirt to a polished, marble floor around her. She stopped lifting her dress up and opened a fan with a smile. Then she turned and nodded to another carriage door opening.


    More people were emergingand Numbtongue thought he recognized one of the [Lords] who came out next. Waitwas that one of the ones that Erin had saved? Not Lord Toldos, whod passed away, but Lord Alman Sanito,plete with wife and even children.


    They came out waving, and then Numbtongue <i>did</i> hear cheering. From the inn, from their own servants and staff, who were apuding and raising their voices


    And Invrisil. They certainly knew Lady Pryde, and even if all the others werent friends to the City of Adventurers, they could see not one, but dozens of noble families emerging.


    The Adventurers Haven had brought a storm of the northern nobility south! Its month-long trip to Invrisil had not only pulled its regr clientele after itit had brought a crowd of supporters.


    The sudden carriage attack hadpletely thrown the parade. Numbtongue stared down at his guitar and wondered if he should y a song, but there was no need. Because his head snapped up as he saw the inning within a thousand paces of Invrisils walls. And nowsomeone else began to y music.


    <i>Them.</i> Mrsha looked up, and her mouth fell open in outrage. She pointed and shook her fist, but she had known this wasing.


    <i>It was him! </i>That man whode in, the spy! He wore a kind of suit with a bowtie at the neck, as if he were a bartender. But he was no Rufelt, and the colors of his vest over a white shirt were divided down the golden buttons running down the front. Red and ck, emzoned with the inns logo in the opposite color on each side.


    She thought he actually looked at her, and his sparkling violet eyes and brown hair were the only things she could see. The rest of his face was blocked by the brass trumpet he was holding.


    Bahei, the [Vice Innkeeper] of The Adventurers Haven, was ying music. And that inn had a band. Or rather, its staff <i>were</i> the band.


    The same group of women and men that Mrsha had seen during the first day of the parties were ying along with the [Innkeeper]. And they were performers. Unlike Kevin, who was ying on stationary drums hed tried to make into a crude drumset, Mrsha saw the marching drums and even cymbals and other portable instruments.


    Alsothe staff of the inn had matching uniforms. They were bright blue, sharp cloth, and made them lookpletely different from a [Maid] or [Butlers]or even regr [Waitresses] and [Servers].


    Thest thing that Mrsha saw as the band performed, walking ahead of the floating inn, was that the Humans looked far different from most of the nobility. A good number had darker skin, which normally meant they were Chandrarian or Balerosian.


    Bahei stood out, but he was a minority among the staff. The guests, on the other handthe noble ones were trying to get into view of the camera, but all eyes were focused on the inn, now.


    It had opened its doors, and the staff and even a lot of cheering guests, from [Merchants] to regr patrons, hade with the inn. It was indeed at least a thousand, and Mrsha saw waving people in farm clothes next to the floating dais upied by the crops and animals. Amazingly, the cows werent panicking, perhaps because they were used to all this.


    The marching band came towards Invrisils open gates as The Adventurers Haven floated forwards. Then thest interesting thing happened.


    The floating inn slowly, slowly began to <i>rotate.</i> And the daises slowly began to spin around the central inn.


    Like some kind of carousel ride or a childs toy. The central inn simply rotated from left to right, counterclockwise, but the other daises were spinning around it, slowly, and rotating as they came.


    The inn moved! It spun, and Invrisils own popce that hadnt even seen or heard that The Adventurers Haven could do that were screaming louder. The Wandering Inns parade hade to a halt, and half of them were looking to Erin.


    But Erin was just waiting. Shed stood up on the wagon to get a better look. Lyte was almost audibly grinding her teeth over the crowds excitement, but Erin was just waiting.


    She could <i>feel</i> the other [Innkeeper] in the air. It felt like magic. It felt<i>huge</i>, like someone was waiting for her. But it was one strong feeling among many.


    The Adventurers Haven wasnt ying a pop-rock song in the same vein as Numbtongue had been. Theirs was a kind of subdued beat, almost eerie, and it took down the excitement in the air into a kind of excited suspense.


    Like a racing heartbeat yed out by a bass and drums and the instruments. They shrilled in the background as Erin looked at the central inn. It had outdoor tables, as Mrsha had seen, but it was also circr, designed to be entered and seen at every angle. Designed for this very feature, to rotate and float.


    Now, she realized that the inn had been deliberately still all this time. It only rotated when it was in sight of the citybecause it had been facing backwards. The people who were sitting at the outdoor tables slowly came into view.


    There were barely two dozen of them. Everyone else was on foot, from staff to other guests. So it was as if the entire inn was reserved for them, and every eye fell on the people sitting there. Ser Sest inhaled sharply next to Erin, and Yvlon made a choking sound.


    They were nodding along to the beat. Heads bobbing, staring at The Wandering Inns procession. Almost in perfect sync, sitting back in their chairs and snacking on food set out for them.


    A huge man in armor sprawled out next to a pale Selphid wearing a Human mans body. Ceria recognized his faceand then Jqua nearly swooned into Maughins arms. Erins face grew nker, but that was because she had never gone north.


    <i>And she had been dead.</i> Ksmvr knew one of the figures by name. He pointedand then the crowd realized who they were.


    Who did they see? <i>Older men and women, probably.</i> But the gang felt young. Young and old, as Larras inn reached the City of Adventurers all of them had once lived in at one point in their lives.


    Of course, the inn didnt use to float. So they were old. But young as well, like the kids theyd always been. Every time they came back, or one would go off and stories would be toldthis was where they returned to. Even if they found a home, this was their first one.


    This circle of friends. Whenwhen was the first time that one had brought a little child into this inn, a baby, and everything had changed? Changed and not changed?


    Then a little boy had run around, and Eld had made them all put away their des out of concern, and the boyfriends and girlfriends and flings became serious, for some. They talked about marriage, wrinkles, and some of them began dying their hair.


    <i>Some of them died.</i> The group became smaller. They fought, reconciled, and came back less often. They met new faces, like Colth, and he slowly became part of them, epted.


    Of course, they were slightly nervous. For Larra. This was the first time in decades her inn hade to Invrisil. So they put on a show.


    Deni was sitting with both arms spread, elbows resting on two tables he was sitting behind. His own violin was resting against his leg, and he idly surveyed the adventurers.


    Those are the promising neers. Horns of Hammerad. Eld. You joined their raid, right?


    The huge man was wearing his armor, not the suit and formalwear he always put on when he wasnt adventuring. Ever since marrying into the TendsEldertuin lifted a cup as a te of the colorful corn hed brought to the inn sat in front of him. He focused on Ceria, Pisces, Yvlon, and Ksmvr and nodded.


    Brave kids. I heard about them through the runner.


    Dont talk about <i>her</i> now.


    Colth anxiously cautioned Eld. He nced sideways, but the figure sitting just off-center, legs crossed, staring into the parade, searching for the other [Innkeeper], didnt dignify hisment with a reaction.


    <i>There they were.</i> People were pointing.


    Who are they? I feel like I know


    Drassi was staring uncertainly at the crowd, and some of the Humans looked outraged and offended. But even the Drake recognized some of them, if not by face, then by what they carried. She stared at the man with bright blonde hair and the violin resting by his chair. It had a sharp, <i>sharp</i> bow, and the strings on the violin and the bow werent regr. They were metnd he had a huge wound on his shoulder and neck.


    A blow from an axe, maybe. Which fithe was an adventurer. What kind of adventurer? Wellthe other thing notable about his violin, besides the strangely dark wood that came from Noelictus, was a tiny object that Pisces saw because he knew it was there.


    A golden bell. It was hanging off the bow of the violin. The mark of a master of duels.


    Thats Deniusth, the Duelist of Strings. <i>A Named-rank adventurer.</i>


    Selys hissed in Drassis earhole. The Drake looked at her friendand then at Selys expression. Slowly, the camera panned across the group, and then Drassi realized.


    Wait a second. Are they all?


    Selys slowly nodded. She pointed, and Eldertuin the Fortress was nodding to the music along with his partner. His team, Gold-ranks, sat in the background, respectfully away from this central table. The only other person sitting with him was Viecel. A Selphid.


    Viecel, a Named-rank who often teamed up with Eldertuin and other adventurers. He was tapping his fingers to the beatwell, one finger. He had three fingers on his right hand. The other two were stumps. The Selphid was smiling at Jqua and Ulinde.


    Viecel the Mad Better. With Eldertuin, they were known as Variable Fortress, a famous duo in the north, whod conquered dungeons before.


    <i>How many Named-rank adventurers were there? </i>Deniusth had his own team, and only one member sat at the principal table. Like the [Vice Innkeeper], he had a trumpet.


    Their team isThe Orchestra of the North. Musician adventurers. A Named-rank team! I thought they were fighting a Goblin tribe.


    Captain Todi was still running bodyguard duty. He looked intimidated, and it was so rare for Todi to look anything but superior that both Drakes turned to him. Selys swallowed.


    I only see one more Named-rank. Thatsfour.


    Oh, <i>only</i> four. Whos thest one?


    Selys pointed a finger at the youngest person there. They were all middle-aged or older, and the youngest Named-rank was still mid-thirties.


    Thats Colthei, the worlds greatest [Supporter].


    <i>A [Supporter]? What kind of ss is that?</i>


    He was waving at the other adventurers and staring at the Goblin on the tower. But all of the people sitting there, adventurers and other sses, were eying the Antinium. In factthe [Crusaders] were shuddering yet standing tall as if they were about to go into battle.


    Because some of the people sitting there were giving them true stares of banked hostility. And if they werent all adventurers


    Garia Strongheart choked. She grabbed Fierres arm as the two of them stood in the crowd, and the Vampire gulped.


    <i>Fierre! Fierre! Its her! </i>Its <i>her! I thought she never left First Landing except to murder Ryoka!</i>


    I see her. I see herand look! Smani!


    A Courier was sitting at a table near the central one. A white-maned horse was chewing on a sd ced for her. CouriersSmani and Ci.


    They were guests at this inn. What kind of Courier <i>didnt</i> know The Adventurers Haven and sit there? But it was her, the woman sitting with her friends, who was staring death at the Antinium. She coughedbut among her friends, she looked younger.


    Miha Godfrey tapped one foot to the beat. She searched the crowds for Ryoka Griffin, but she didnt see her. And her eyes focused once again, looking for that other one. Erin Solstice.


    Or Klbkch the yer. Izrils Courier narrowed her eyes. She lifted a cup to her mouth, but didnt drink.


    Cheer up, Miha. We can put Deni in a headlock againter. Itll entertain the crowds.


    Colth tried to cheer her up. Miha just grunted as the Named-rank red at her.


    We have a reputation to maintain in public.


    <i>You</i> have a reputation. And your dyed hair, you insecure poser. Do you dye yourhers as well or is that the surprise for all those adoring fans of yours?


    Miha didnt even turn her head, but her shot hit Deni and turned him red and speechless. Colth startedughing as Eld tried not to snort.


    <i>Miha, now?</i>


    Come on, Deni. Spill the beans. Dyed or not? Take off your pants and show the world. Ten thousand gold says you wont.


    Colth was egging him on. The outraged [Violinist] turned his head and narrowed his eyes.


    I dont want to hear that from a thirty-year old <i>virgin.</i>


    The [Supporter] lost his smile and frowned. Instantly, Miha turned and kicked him. Eldertuin smacked Denis other shoulder.


    Low blow.


    <i>My dyed hair isnt?</i>


    Youre older. Show some decency.


    Ill rent out every brothel in Invrisil. Colth has chosen hisstate of affairs.


    Smani was trying not tough. Miha shot him a re, and he adopted a smooth facebut Ci was rolling her eyes. The people in the center table being eximed over? They were just stupid kids.


    Ive never met anyone I liked.


    <i>You were engaged to one of Izrils most eligible bachelorettes.</i>


    Deni hissed at Colth, and the [Supporter] turned his head.


    It didnt work out. Shes happily married with a child on the way.


    And how did you not <i>once</i>


    A gentleman doesnt say. Act your age, Deni.


    The crowd was cheering them. Miha threw elbows, and both Colth and Deni winced.


    Sit up. Larras going to <i>kill us.</i>


    They all did, and Viecel muttered sidelong to the others.


    Those Antinium are giving me the creeps. I havent seen them since thest Antinium War. And that inn serves them?


    y. Nice.


    Since it was Miha who said it through gritted teeth, the others fell silent. Some of the other adventurers sitting at the tables were eying the Horns. One muttered.


    Halfseekers. I know them. Viecel, you know their leader?


    Jqua Ivirith? Good Selphid from home. Thats speciesist, asking me if I know her.


    Viecel was flipping a coin up and downpulsively. He grimaced as he checked the face. The other Gold-rank lifted his hands defensively.


    Im just <i>asking.</i>


    The [Gambler] flipped the coin again as he tossed a gold coin into the tips jar sitting on the table next to him with a sigh.


    Shes upstanding. Be nice to her or Ill kick you harder than Miha does when shes drunk.


    Damn, <i>fine.</i> Do I have to be nice to the [Necromancer] too? Which one is he?


    White robes. Some people say hes a Silver-bell. Well see.


    Deni looked up. Miha turned to him, and she saw him feel at his neck. The bandage that was the only thing saving him from losing too much bloodan enchanted axe had struck him.


    <i>Kraken Eaters tribe.</i> She remembered getting the news and wondering if shed have to attend another funeral. They had so few bodies. Too many paintings in Larras inn. She looked at the two members of Orchestra and spoke.


    We should have put out a call, not let Larra do it. Made an even bigger show.


    Colth shrugged.


    She said shes not here topete with The Wandering Inn. Just make an impression.


    So we should have done it for her. Called in the others. Like Loud Lad.


    Instantly, Deni and his teammate, Gores, with the trumpet, turned hostile. The two members of Orchestra crossed their arms.


    If he was here, we wouldnt be. Were quits, Miha.


    Still?


    Deni turned his head.


    Merdons got <i>steady work</i> guarding the Healer of Tenbault. Hah, well, guarding. I heard he couldnt even stop a single Goblin tribe. Wouldnt be surprised if she canceled on him.


    Viecel leaned over to murmur behind a gloved hand.


    Didnt he just get spanked by Xrn? I bet you loved that.


    I wont deny it was funny to see him lose. His teams cheap. He never got why Orchestra works together.


    Deni smiled viciously as Miha kept her tongue silent. A rarity, for her. It felt like she could remember the day when the nervous young man, a Bronze-rank, was introduced to her. Loud Ladbecause of his voice, you see?


    By the time Orchestra became a Named-rank group, he was a fixture. Until he got too big and became a Named-rank after a fight that blew out every window in the inn and half the eardrums of everyone present.


    <i>Ancient history.</i> Just like her son, which no one brought up. Just like all the names.


    Colth was still the kid, despite being thirty years old, and Deni still bullied him. Despite his numerous rtionships and celebrity status.


    <i>The worlds greatest [Supporter]. </i>He was already gone from the table. Of course he was. Larra would kill himter. He couldnt help it. He was partly his ss.


    So he was down there, ying with Bahei and the band, taking over one of the drums and ying with one of the staff. As goodperhaps better than the Havens staff, who were musically gifted.


    But he was the <i>supporter.</i> If he squared up with Eldertuin against a mob, he could go hand-to-hand against the biggest Hobs. If he ran with Miha, he kept up.


    <i>She still remembered the day hed be Named-rank.</i> And she hadnt been there.


    <i>His sword had snapped a long time ago. </i>So he was holding a w hed snapped off thest Cericel, the blood-frenzied beasts that hunted in packs.


    An alpha pack of them. No Scourgequeenbut a dozenpeting Fangs and three times that many underlings.


    More than one team was supposed to handle, let alone a single Gold-rank team. But they were on the path to Named-rank, right? Beatists Brawlers, and he knew them.


    He knew them all. Izrils [Supporter]a Silver-rank. Deni kept telling him that he was Gold-rank at least, but the Adventurers Guild didnt know what to make of a man who only got better if he was partnered with someone else.


    Out of mana. Out of potions. But Beatists Brawlers fought with their fists. So did he. Colth buried the tooth again in the empty eye socket hed gouged out and realizedthe Cericel Fangbeast was dead.


    He pushed it off him, grateful for the Skills and strength to fight them off.


    Boss. Bosslets get the rest.


    The pack was running off. Colth was gasping for air, almost vomiting with exhaustion. <i>How many of the team were left? </i>There were eight of them. His blood was running, but if one Fangbeast were left, he and Beatist could take it down.


    He looked around at the fallen bodies. The worlds greatest [Supporter] raised his fists, but all he saw were slumped bodies, broken skulls.


    <i>Boss?</i>


    He walked around, pushing bodies aside. Calling and calling, dragging bodies out and trying to heal them. By the time backup arrived, he was still in denial. He carried his friend and captains body to the [Healer].


    Hes got to be alive. Im the support. Hes


    Then Colth looked around and realized he was thest one whod made it.


    That was the day they made him Named-rank. Mihas eyes lingered on Colth as she remembered that old story that she had pieced together.


    Colth lied. He was a better liar than most thought, and hed told the guild that the Brawlers had killed most of the monsters. The truth, Miha and the Guildmasters believed, was different.


    His team had never really been strong Gold-ranks. They had fallen in the first minute of the engagement. The real power behind the team had killed all the Cericel.


    They all had stories like that. Each and every one of them. Larra herselfthey were all adventurers and Runners from the old days, and here the new days were, staring at them.


    Goblins, a white Gnoll girl, Drakes, and Antinium. The Guildmistress rubbed at one eye and sighed to the others.


    Were old. And youre growing bald, Deni.


    Would you stop <i>saying</i> that?


    He felt at his hair as the inn slowly began to lower. The cheering hadnt stopped, and the band was marching themselves at the wagons. In fact, the inn was waiting as the one with the [Princess] and the [Innkeeper] slowly rolled forwards.


    What a monster.


    It was Colth who said that, panting as he climbed back up to their seats. Everyone looked at him, and he nodded ahead.


    I heard she hit Level 40+. What a monster. It took Larra decades to get to her level.


    Well, shes the <i>second-</i>best [Innkeeper] in Izril.


    Miha bristled with all the pride in the world for her friend. That was why she was here and why shed ridden the damn slow inn all this way. Becauseshe looked at the other adventurers. They stared at the High Passes and whaty behind them.


    An [Innkeeper] with a magic door. <Quests>. The group stirred, and a final figure slowly floated past them on another dais surrounding the main one. The slowly-turning building revealed a woman reading a book and trying not to throw up.


    Valley. <i>Valley, what are you doing?</i>


    Oh, hello, Miha. Its quite noisy out here, isnt it? [Silence].


    The woman waved a wand vaguely, and Eld pped his forehead. He had to raise his voice so she heard.


    No, you were supposed to be here. Valley<i>Valeterisa!</i>


    The Archmage of Izril sat there, in the library building, just like the absent-minded [Mage] who would wander around the inn and disappear for ages. Eight years, this time.


    And she had a kid. Wen apprentice. Montressa nervously tugged Valeterisas arm, looking horrified by the angry Named-ranks and Couriers. Valeterisa looked up and blinked.


    Oh, the seating, the seats. Yes, here I am.


    She pointed and <i>popped</i> onto a seat next to Miha. She pretended not to be reading under the table as the Courier red at her. She debated kicking Valeterisa, but even now, Valeterisa would just ask, why did you do that?


    So she just stood instead. Valeterisa sat there until Eldertuin tugged her up. Then they were walking down a ramp as Bahei joined them. One of the smaller daises roseand then they were floating forwards, towards a young woman.


    And Miha wondered who <i>she</i> was. She only knew one thing. Ryoka Griffins friend. She bristledbut Erin Solstice wasnt looking at her.


    Larra was watching the young woman.


    <i>Theyreing this way. Oh, dead gods, Im going to faint!</i>


    Jqua squeaked at the others.


    The Named-ranks, the Couriers, and the other high-level guests of The Adventurers Haven were standing. They must be what the Horns were to The Wandering Inn.


    Friends. The oldest, the realest guests of the [Innkeeper]. And they were assembling. In fact, the group of Couriers and Adventurers gave way for one of the [Lords] to step forwards.


    To the rest of the world, they were the legends of the north. Pisces couldnt take his eyes off Deniusth. And the famous duelist was looking at <i>him.</i>


    Hes just got a gold bell. So? Thats like a [Spearmaster]. I can take him. Let me just get another spear. Klb can back me up.


    Relc was eying Deniusth and flexing one w. Ceria gave him a disbelieving look.


    Hes not just a Gold-bell duelist, Relc! Hes<i>one of the conquerors of Chalence!</i>


    Okay?


    The Drake gave her a nk look and Selys looked aghast.


    Relc, even you have to know that name! <i>Chalence?</i> The dungeon two decades back?


    You werent even a kid back then!


    Yes, butthe teams came away with <em>four</em><i> million gold coins! </i>They all became the richest adventurers<i>thats one of the Named-rank adventurers who did that!</i>


    Relcs mouth fell open.


    Six <i>million</i> gold coins?


    Chalence, what an old name! Yet it came to everyones lips, and thenRelc looked past Deniusth and he stilled.


    Yeah. I dont know about him, but I remember her. Izrils Courier. Hero of the First Antinium Wars.


    Miha Godfrey. The Antinium shivered. Because <i>they</i> knew her name. She was walking side-by-side with Eldertuin the Fortress and the people whod be the most famous names of their generation.


    Not even just adventurers.


    Lord Erill Fienst, the [Merchant Lord], stepped into ce with the others. He had been just a [Trader] when he first visited the inn. Just like Valeterisa had once been a student of Wistram, reading books under the table while nibbling on the free bread. They looked up, and The Wandering Inns side saw stories.


    <i>The Adventurers Havens friends and guests saw a reflection.</i>


    The [Vice Innkeeper] lowered his horn, handed it to one of the other staff members, and joined the group on the dais.


    <i>They were approaching Erin Solstice.</i> Half of them had auras, and Lyte felt her hands grow mmy. As surprise attacks went


    She looked around desperately, but Erin Solstice was just peering into that group. The staff were nking the guests. An elderly woman was handing Bahei what looked like a notecard, another member of staff. Miha was staring at her and


    <i>And the [Innkeeper] was waiting.</i> Erin felt goosebumps on her flesh, but not hostility. She was justcurious.


    She thought she understood something, but before she could move, someone spoke.


    We should get out of the wagon. Come onCeria, dont make an <i>ice ramp.</i> Well slip off.


    Erin started and looked around. Then she saw someone by her side. Jqua Ivirith grinned at her.


    What are we doing? Ae on, guys.


    But it was toote. The Horns of Hammerad had reformed, and they were forming up withher guests. Numbtongue leapt off the lowering spire of earth, and Mrsha stomped over, shaking her fist at Bahei.


    Were just making a point. Hey, someone cast [Earthen Floor] or something.


    How about [Light Bridge]?


    A Drake pointed a finger, and Grimalkins bridge of light rose. The dais was poised to meet it, and Erin Solstice found her friends ushering her forwards.


    Guys, its not apetition.


    Of course not.


    Ceria soothed her and then made a ce for Saliss. The Drake gyrated, giving the other Named-ranks a nod. They stared at him, and half covered their faces in resignation.


    Am I supposed to appear? Alright.


    Shriekde popped into view, and the crowd turned as Temile and a few [Actors] were pushed into frame. Selys popped up behind Pisces, scowling, and hid behind Relc and Grimalkin. The Senior Guardsman looked very pleased to be included, but to Erins pure astonishment, she saw not only the Silver Swords, but


    Pelt?


    The Dwarf stood importantly, arms folded. He looked at her and growled, just loud enough to be heard. A bass rumble.


    <i>What?</i>


    Why are you here? You hate this kind of event!


    The Dwarf spat as they slowly walked up the bridge and hit someone. He looked at The Adventurers Haven and turned his head.


    The souths gotta represent itself. Pride in your craft matters, girl. See? Even that ones here.


    <i>I am supposed to be here! Wait, wait!</i>


    Bird was waving his arms in the crowd. Krshia Silverfang hurried him forwards, and Lism tried to climb up the bridge until Mrsha began kicking at his shins.


    Grimalkin, Salissthe only person not here was Chaldion, and Erin suspected that was purely politics. And there should have been Griffon Hunt, the Wings of Pass


    <i>This was enough.</i> Seborn and Want were ring daggers at a Duhan who must have been either a [Sailor] or a [Pirate]he had tattooed armor?and making some offensive gestures. Normen made a path for Pawn to walk forwards and was pushed into ce by Alcaz.


    Numbtongue, Joseph, Kevin, Imani, Palt, Lyte, the Thronebearers, Mrsha, Grev, Nte, adjusting her chefs hat, Maughin, talking shop with Pelt about his smithing projects as Jqua tried to <i>shush</i> him, Rags, wearing her disguise ring as Calescent gulped at the Named-ranks. Garia Strongheart and Viceria, trying to keep Want from taking off his shirt and showing off his tattoos.


    Ceria was stillughing, but Pisces and Yvlon were deadpan ring at the other Named-ranks, and Ksmvr was writing down the names and details that Drassi was calling out. Grimalkin sighedand Erin Solsticeughed.


    She looked around, and Calruz was not there, but Venaz was, for some reason. He tried to edge forwards next to Erin, but Olesm and Belgrade practically clotheslined him.


    <i>The light! The light! Get an umbre</i>Octavia, stand there!


    Fierre was hissing. But Lyte stood there, and Relc rolled his eyes.


    I see you, Klb. Gonnae with or not?


    I believe Miha Godfrey will try to murder me. Go on.


    Erin looked into the crowd and the void of space surrounding a single Antinium. He nodded to her, and she sighed.


    Guys.


    <i>It wasnt apetition. But it was. </i>The Wandering Inns guests lined up as Smani and Ci looked at Erin. The floating dais lowered itself ever so slightly as the two sides faced each other and a hush drew over the entire moment.


    Something like an [Immortal Moment], but not quite. An expectation. Noweven theypeople could feel two elements pressing against each other.


    Erin Solstices aura wasnt something you often felt. It was her inn. It was strange, silly, magical, and wondrousand it was so <i>her</i> that you didnt notice even if you were standing in it unless she was angry or something important was happening.


    It was only present, like an invisible gas, when something else revealed it. And that was The Adventurers Havens aura.


    It felt like the essence of magic. A charge in the air, far more vibrant than Erins. Like possibility, like being <i>alive. </i>The performing staff, the grand, floating inn, the legendary names


    <i>The greatest [Innkeeper] of Izril stood among that crowd.</i> Where was she? The staff? Some of the people standing on Erins side tried to pick her out, but perhaps she was still making her entrance. And many had locked eyes.


    Lyte and Bahei were staring at each other with pleasant smiles on their faces. He was more rxed than she. Miha was ring into the crowd where a certain yer was politely looking the other way, rxed as could be.


    Colth found himself being red at by a little Gnoll girl, and Eldertuin nodded at the Horns.


    <i>Where was the [Innkeeper]? </i>Larracel of Havens?


    Grev was peering about, trying to push forwards, and some of the others who had never been there or didnt know what to look for had missed her.


    But Erin Solstice just looked down. She saw one of the staff, wearing a less-shy uniform than the other performers, standing behind Bahei. Like a [Cleaner], perhaps, her hair streaked with grey. She was hardly as tall as Eldertuin, and Erin realized <i>she</i> might be taller.


    The other womans skin was ck, and she had no magical robes, nor a wand. In fact, even Pisces missed her as he scanned the group. Yet Erin Solstice just looked at her and saw who many of the new guests to Haven missed.


    Not colorful Bahei, who was the innkeeper that a few idiots imed to have met. The real one, who waited tables sometimes and listened.


    Larracel of Havens was watching Erin Solstice. The moment their eyes locked, the two felt each others true presence.


    The air was like a physical divide between the two. Not even Lyte wanted to step forwards. She was uncertain what would happen next. Not a fightbut was this a contest? She looked at Erin and saw not a wrinkle of fear or anger on the young womans face.


    Then Lytes ears cleared, and she finally heard what Erin had been saying this entire time. After allThe Adventurers Haven was another inn.


    If anyone would have felt the contest, the pressuresurely it was Erin. But she had neither flinched nor felt that hostility.


    Slowly, the [Innkeeper] walked forwards, and the older woman did likewise. Their friends stood back, and the crowd looked at the two [Innkeepers] as they approached.


    They werethe least interesting people in that crowd of names and faces, surely! Their friends were far more impressive. But Erin Solstices hazel eyes lit up, and she hesitantly stuck out a hand.


    Idont know how [Innkeepers] are supposed to meet. Hello there. Youvee a long way. Can I offer you a drink?


    She saw two bright, blue eyes regard her, and then Larra, Larracel the Haven, spoke. Her voice was soft, and each word was enunciated, like the [Wizard] she had been. Someone who had once cast a spell to create a home even in the middle of the dungeon. She had turned that power into this inn.


    When [Innkeepers] meet, most have offered me a room and food. Somepete and show off. Others are less friendly. But we are [Innkeepers]. It would be my honor if you also had a drink in my inn and any meal you wanted. Hello, Erin Solstice. Im Larracel Dis. [Innkeeper] of The Adventurers Haven.


    Mine is The Wandering Inn, Liscor. But you knew that.


    Erin smiled. She felt the other womans <i>force</i>, pure magic behind her, an aura surrounding her entire inn. It was intimidatingor should have been. But Erins eyes had lit up.


    <i>Was that a hat the Havens guests saw?</i> Flickering fire? Larras gaze flickered. She looked at Erin and, hesitantly, reached out.


    Miha realized why Larra had asked for her toe. Perhaps it was she who wasnervous? After all, it was just her old friend, the scolding, bossy


    Larras fingers touched Erins. She took Erins hand as the younger woman closed her hand, and they felt their auras meet.


    <i>Magic and wonder met.</i> They didnt collide, but ran together in one moment. Erin felt the [Immortal Moment] openand the crowd blinked upwards.


    What they heard was different than what the two [Innkeepers] saw and said to each other. Blinking, the crowd saw spells flicker to life.


    A Familiar, a spectral imp, floated through the air to The Adventurers Haven. The same spell Valeterisa had taught Larra. It flew through an open hatch and came out with a te of food.


    Behind Erin, a breeze blew through the air, and a shower of flower petals rained down. For a secondMrsha looked up, and the [Garden of Sanctuary] stood open to that garden of fish. She reached out and caught a flower petal.


    The crowd pointed up and gasped. Miha Godfrey touched her face. The Guildmistress of First Landing looked down, and nothing appeared to have changed.


    She wore running pants, a tunicand her hair was cropped short and brte. She inhaled through lungs that worked normallyand nothing was different.


    For her. She looked as young as she remembered, for a moment. Pisces blinked at a group of young men and women his age, kids, nudging each other and pointing at the garden. Teasing and fidgeting, despite the austerity of the moment.


    Montressas mouth dropped as a [Mage] her age fiddled with her sses and peeked over her book.


    Oh, an aurabination. How <i>fascinating. </i>Wheres my notepad, my notepad?


    Grimalkin nearly dropped his. And Erin Solstice looked at someone just a few years older than her as she shook hands.


    For everyone else, the moment passed in, well, a moment. But Erin Solstices eyes ran from person to person, and she saw them. Young. Crazy. Like the Horns. Like


    Your inn looks so strange to me. But very familiar. I can see how you got here so quickly. Hello, again. I have to admit, you scared me so much I called in my friends.


    Larra looked at Erin, and the [Magical Innkeeper] held up her hands.


    Who, <i>me?</i> Im not scary. Im silly. Im pleased to meet you!


    Me too. But I have to sayyou know some terrifying people. The Cyclops, the yerand you have a hat made out of fire.


    Thats just


    A bit of bullshit?


    Erin choked on her words, and Larra put her hands on her hips and gave her a sardonic look. The other [Innkeeper] shook her head.


    Please, my own crowd gives me enough. Youre the worlds best chess yer, at least. And a [Witch]? I recognize the magic.


    Erin Solstice nearly lied, then she hesitated. Ruefully, she tipped her hat, then took it off her head.


    My hat is overfull. Ill have to do something with it. No, I get to. And youre a Named-rank adventurer. Larracel the Haven.


    The other womans chin rose. Proudly, and she nodded.


    I am. Though my days of adventure are behind me. An inn is a different kind of adventure with dangers aplenty. Ive seen bandits and war and strifebut I can admit Ive been retired a while. So have my silly friends.


    She looked at the others, and Erin ducked her head, smiling. Then she realized why Larracel was here and looked up.


    Oh. Is that why you came here?


    She looked south, past Liscor, to what she knew was beyond it. Lands not tamed. Larracel sighed, and she brushed at her hair. She turned to the others and shrugged.


    I would worry about these idiots too much. They need someone to nag them. We look old, you see. Mihas hair is all white. But I feel only as if someone hit me with an aging spell.


    Is that what being old is like? Dont you get more responsible?


    Erin looked at Larra, wide-eyed with disbelief. The other [Innkeeper] looked at her, and her teeth shed as sheughed.


    <i>Never. </i>Now, shall we go to your inn or mine first? Look at all these people. Invrisil was always filled with drama-loving hogs. It is the City of Adventurers. Between you and me, we can probably sell out our inns. Shall wepete?


    Erin blinked.


    Ive neverpeted with anyone before. Not everythings apetow!


    Larra gently <i>shocked</i> her! With a bit of static electricity!


    I dont want to hear that from the woman who just yed ny chess games yesterday. You dontpete because you dont have any rivals. Well


    She turned, and her inn came to rest. Every door and window on the inn flew open, and her staff stood there as arcane familiars hovered through the air. Erin blinked up at them all, and The Adventurers Haven was right in front of her. Larra pulled down one eyelid with a finger, before she became an old woman again, and stuck out her tongue.


    <i>My </i>inn can move. So Ive won.


    Erin looked at her in pure astonishment, mouth open, as the [Immortal Moment] faded. For a second, the crowd held its breath, then Erin threw her arms around Larra and hugged her.


    Youre so <i>cool!</i>


    Larra chuckled as her friends looked at her. She nced over her shoulder, and the [Vice Innkeeper] snapped to attention.


    Baheiget to work. Lets go to my inn first. Its closer. You can put your magic door in my inn, and Ill charge it as much as it needs. Introduce me to your guests. Now, whos this girl and why does she look like trouble? Here.


    She looked at Mrsha, pulled something out of a pocket, and Mrsha sniffed at the toffee. She popped it into her mouth, and it instantly glued her teeth together. Erin Solsticeughed as Miha came forwards.


    Hello. Im Miha Godfrey. Courier.


    Oh, Im Erin. Say, didnt you hit Ryoka?


    Yes.


    Erin frowned at Miha as everyone held their breath. The explosively dangerous Courier with her temper stared at Erin, and the [Innkeeper] waggled a finger.


    Wellwelldid she have iting?


    Miha stared at the sky.


    Only a bit.


    Erin stared at her and then slowly looked around. Adventurers, new to her, clustered behind Miha, and the nobility were getting upset they werent being recognized. Bahei was already jogging to cate them and begin organizing things, and Lyte was hurrying after him, not to be outdone.


    Erin Solstice exhaled and looked around. She took Mihas grip, and the woman coughed. She tried to stop it, but she coughed and coughed, a deep, rasping cough, and produced a handkerchief. There was a bit of blood on her lips, but she just looked annoyed.


    Ah, a customer.


    Saliss rubbed his ws together, and Miha shot him a re. She <i>kicked,</i> and Salisss eyes shot open. Erin blinked as Mihas shoe <i>thunked</i> into Saliss shin, and he hopped up and down.


    <i>Aaaargh! Pain! Actual consequences!</i>


    Everyone stared at him wide-eyed, and Erin wondered if Faerie Flowers could do anything. Orshe saw the Horns nervously standing there as Larra looked at them. Both [Innkeepers] traded nces and tried not to like the others friends instantly.


    Erin looked at The Adventurers Haven, then put her hands on her hips. Her friends wondered why she looked so exasperated, but then Erin burst out. To everyones mild amazement, she stomped her feet.


    <i>I thought everything would go back to normal after this party! </i>Butdarn itit looks like thingsll be exciting for a while.<i></i>


    She stared around ruefully, and Relc looked at Selys, who rolled her eyes, and at everyone elses aghast and exasperated expressions. Then he startedughing. Erin turned to face the crowds, and Larra raised her hand. The Adventurers Haven <i>shed</i> with light as spells activated, and Erin called out to the crowds.


    Well, what are you waiting for? <i>The inn is open! Both of them!</i>


    And then she got to work.


    That night, two people in The Wandering Inn heard a voice speaking. It said this:


    [Goblin Soulbard Level 38!]


    [Skill  Directional Sound obtained!]


    [Skill  Song: Bad of Battle (Redfangs) obtained!]


    [Magical Innkeeper Level 48!]


    [Bound Item: Personal Trapped Safe Room Door of Warmage Thresk deconstructed.]


    [Skill  Inn: Door of Portals (500 Miles) obtained!]


    [Spell  yful Radiant Fishies obtained!]


    But the first person who noticed was Liska, who came bright and early the next day. She saw the piles of ash and dust and stared at the nk wall where the door should have been and wondered how many people were trapped hundreds of miles away from home. Then she realized she was out of work. And she panicked before wondering <i>why.</i>


    <b>Authors Notes: </b>A few notes to begin with. If you somehow missed itwe have a new audience statistics page based on the survey we ran! Statistics are important, and while were still working on the other details, I can say with positivity that the odds are youre a male reader from America.


    It surprises me that 2nd ce is Germany for readers! Sorry about, uh, the Laken name. Also, this story appeals to a 90% male audience. I wonder if thats the story or the audiences its found.


    Anyways, the numbers dont lie unless theyre mis-cited or the survey is biased or inurate orbig thanks to @Brack_Giraffe for the artwork and for @SimmonTak for putting together the site to show off the numbers!


    Now, onto this chapter. Did you know I had a month off at the start of this year? I had to actually check to see if I took that much time off after Volume 8 ended.


    I dont feel it. I think this break helped, but again, Im learning how to deal with the long journey that is writing. I had to do that at the start of this, andter, and I thought I had a rhythm, but I guess Im just a bit tired, still.


    Making stuff is weird. Creators or influencers are such bad words for itits a mix of ego and personality and just trying to do something that hopefully matters. Or gains you attention and fame and money. Even the goal matters. I just wish it was easier. I cant tell what this was, but it felt like a bigger challenge than usual to write.


    But perhaps Ill rally, or keep switching things up if I must. Ill let you know; I just suspect the projects I have going and want to add to, like editing Volume 1, are adding to my usual fatigue. If I canplete them, I should be able to rest. I promised to release the edited chapters over break, didnt I? Im sorryI forgot because I just zoned out for a while.


    The goal is still, somehow, to do the remaining half of Volume 1 by Christmas. Thats going to be, uh, interesting. But re-editing Volume 1 is important. Ill figure something out. For now, the Geneva chapters await. Those wont be hard to write at all. Thanks, and hopefully this isnt rambling.


    <strong>Persuas Story by Ellen Czinski! (Like the tweet or however youre supposed to do it! Its great. And sad.)</strong><blockquote data-width="550" data-dnt="true">


    Dont worry. Ill make it. Im Persua. Im Im your friend.@pirateaba would it kill you to just let me have SOMEONE to unconditionally hate? I already have too many tragic characters to cry /5rhwXaMojq


    Ellen looking for work Czinski (@anxietyrock) October 25, 2022</blockquote>


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