The Wandering Inn

Book 5: Chapter 18: S

Book 5: Chapter 18: S

Whats it like, being a [General], Uncle Zel?

A general? Hm. Thats a difficult question. Why, are you planning on becoming a [General] instead of a Named Adventurer, Selys?

NoI dont want to join the army. Grandma hates them. I do too. Every time they come home they cause trouble. They tried to kill some Antinium.

Ah. I heard about that incident. How is the city adapting to them?

Dunno. Theyre weird, but I dont see them often. Theres one in the City Watch. Did you know that?

Idid.

Hes really strange. Hes always polite and everyone avoids him. Why are we talking about the Antinium? Whats it like being a [General]? Huh? Tell me!

What part of being a [General] interests you, Selys?

Umwhats it like being famous.

Famous?

You know. Everyone staring at you. Grandma said you led a huge army against a Gnoll Tribe last month!

The Vaskia Skyhunter Tribe. It wasnt that large of an army. But yes. I had to do that.

So? Whats it like?

What?

Being at the center of attention! Is it fun?

Its not exactly like that, Selys. Im a [General], not a hero. People take orders. Its not like being an adventurer or a celebrity.

But they do pay attention to you, right?

They do.

I wish they did that to me. No one ever pays attention to me. Grandmas famous. So are you. Im just Selys.

Its not everything you might think it is, Selys. Fame is a one-way street. Once you go down it, you cant go back.

Huh? Whats that supposed to mean?

Erbeing stared at by everyone isnt always fun, Selys.

Why do you do it, then?

Huh.

Wait, you dont know?

Im thinking. Hush for one second.

Okay.

Why do I do it? Well, I dont like being famous. Having everyones eyes on you, being trusted to lead an armythats a heavy responsibility. Theres something unique about being the one person in the world everyones watching. Thats true.

Whats it like, Uncle Zel?

Indescribable.

Really?

Really.

Does it feel good?

Thats hard to say too. Being in command, taking chargesome love the feeling of doing that. Others hate it. I do it because theres no one else. Because its my duty. Becauseit must be done.

Oh. Okay. Well, I bet that Ill like it. When Im a Named Adventurer Ill visit you all the time, okay? Ill be more famous than you are!

Hahaha

Dont laugh! Im serious.

Im sorry, Selys. I know you are. I was just thinking that might be pleasant. When youre more famous than me, come visit me anytime. It would be refreshing to have a niece more famous than I am.

Just you wait. Im going to do it. Grandmas teaching me how to use a sword, and I can go into the sewers when Im fifteen! Evvys parents are going to let her try when shes fourteen, but Grandma says Im too reckless. Im not.

Im sure shes just being careful. And she is the Guildmistress of the Adventurers Guild, Selys.

Yeah. Anyways, Ive been practicing with those claws you gave me! Look, I brought them!

Oh. Well done. I suppose if youre here, I should teach you another trick. Unless you want to use a sword?

Nope! Im gonna learn how to do everything. Teach me another trick!

Alright. Stand back and give me some room. Youre going to want to be a bit back from your opponent when you do this

Wow! Let me try!

Careful. Its not easy. And remember what I told you?

Dont do this to anyone I know?

Right. But the second part

Stay out of trouble. I know, Uncle.

Im just concerned for my favorite niece.

Really? Your favorite?

Well, maybe my second favorite

Uncle!

-

Wake up.

Someone smacked Selys with a claw. She jerked, felt the binding on her wrist and stared at a Drake. He had an ugly, flat face, like a Humans. And he was standing too close to her. She tried to back up, nearly fell, and realized she was sitting in a chair. Her hands were bound to the back with rope. She saw other Drakes in the room, huge, thickset ones and thought of the worst.

Touch me and Ill

Shut up.

The Drake in front of her glared at her. He had dark orange scales, greasy and uncared for. He also had a knife. Selys realized that when he brandished it. She eyed the blade, but kept talking.

If you lay one claw on me, Ill bite your hand off, got it?

The Drake exchanged a glance with his buddies.

Cooperate and you wont be harmed.

Yeah. Cooperate or well have to persuade you. Which would be fun for us. And not for you.

Another Drake leered at her. Selys stared at him. He was shorter, with brown scales. She glanced around. This was bad. Really bad. What was

The Drake in front of her slapped down a piece of parchment. Selys stared at it. The Drake put down an ink pot and quill. He pointed.

Sign.

Selys stared at him. She stared at the contract. It was hard to make out since the only light in the room was a single lantern. But she could make out what looked like a legal contract. I, Selys Shivertail, hereby authorize Watch Captain Zevara to relinquish the artifact in my possession to the bearer of this document. Said artifact is known as

The pieces flew together in her mind. The Drake [Receptionist] looked at the parchment, at the thugs, and then relaxed.

Ancestors, thats a relief.

Her reaction caught the Drakes off-guard. They stared at her. Selys glanced around. Dimly lit room, about eight Drake guysokay, one female skulking near the back, although she was twice as big as Selys so it was an easy mistakeshed jumped to a far worse conclusion. Not that this wasnt bad. But Selys felt better. She glared at the Drake.

You hit me.

Sign the document. You wont be hurt. Well keep you here until we obtain the artifact, and then youll be let go. Unharmed, if you cooperate.

Oh yeah?

If looks could kill, Selys would have been Liscors most-wanted years ago. She glared around and then yanked at her bindings.

Hey! My hands are tied. How am I supposed to sign anything if Im tied up? Are you idiots?

The [Thug] in front of Selys stared at her. She glared at him.

Untie my hands! Unless you want me to sign that parchment with my tongue? I cant tail-write, you know!

Her response caught all the Drakes in the room off-guard. One of them coughed.

What, youre just going to sign? Like that?

Uh, yeah? Im not stupid. Im locked up in this room and youve got knives. Give me the quill.

The Drakes exchanged glances as Selys glared at them. What did they think she was going to do? Resist torture? An artifact wasnt worth that, no matter what it was!

Fine. Ill release you. Dont move. And dont try to run.

Dont worry, I wont. And watch my claws! I got them polished the other day!

She cant be serious.

One of the other [Thugs] muttered as the Drake with the knife began sawing through Selys bindings. Selys tried to breathe normally. She was being mouthy, but she was terrified. She waited until she felt the bindings fall off her claws and then grabbed the quill.

Everyone in the room tensed. Selys stared at them.

Im signing the document.

Slowly, she dipped the quill into ink and scrawled her name across the bottom of the parchment. The Drakes blinked. Selys pushed the parchment back towards the Drake with the orange scales.

There. How long until you let me go.

He looked at her.

Uh

The [Thug] picked up the parchment, frowned at it, and looked around.

We have the signature. Lets gopick it up?

His companions looked nonplussed. The short Drake looked bewildered.

I thought wed have to torture her.

Why dont we leave a guard

Just like that? Okay, what if we

You think youre going? Not a chance. Ill go with

Selys watched them argue, feeling a sense of unreality to the day. First shed been to a funeral. And shed been given armor. Shed gone into the sewers, then gone to Pallass, been kidnapped

Shed been to a funeral. This morning. Selys could barely remember the smell of smoke and long speeches now. It felt distant already. But at the same time

Her uncle was dead. Zel Shivertail was gone. Those were the facts. Everything that followed, all of thisit was over his armor. The Heartflame Breastplate. Selys had barely seen it more than a minute. Who cared about it? Why was this happening?

She lowered her head as her tail curled around her legs. Dead. But his ashes werent even buried and Drakes were fighting over his legacy. That was the worst of what they could be. That was what shed tried to tell Erin. Drakes were descended from Dragons, yes. That was true. But where Dragons were greedy, Drakes could be so petty.

Alright! Well do it like that!

Selys looked up. The [Thugs] had come to a decision. Five went over to the door, while two folded their arms, looking annoyed. The one with orange scales came over to Selys.

Were going to take the artifact. Where is it being held?

I dont know.

What?

Selys glared at the Drakes incredulous face.

Do you think I had time to put it somewhere? Zevara has it! I dont know where it is!

You must have seen where it was last.

Yeah, but they moved it! I dont know where it is!

Selys folded her arms. The hired muscle looked at each other. One growled.

Maybe shes lying.

Im not.

The young Drake [Receptionist] stared at the thug. He narrowed his eyes and came over.

I dont like the way shes talking back.

Oh y

Too late, Selys mouth finally got her into trouble. The other Drake caught her arm and she yelped as he gripped it hard enough to bruise.

Tell us where the armor is. You know where they put it. Youre just lying to us to buy time. I want to know where.

I dont know! Let go of me!

Selys grabbed the arm holding her, but the Drake was far stronger than she was. He grabbed her other arm and spoke menacingly a few inches away from her face. His breath stank.

Think really hard, Miss. Or else Im going to have to

The Drake gasped and jerked. Selys felt him let go, and saw him jerk backwards. Something was protruding out of his shoulder. The silvery tip of the rapier pulled back as the Drake cried out in agony. Pisces appeared behind him.

I would ask that you refrain from threatening Miss Selys, good Drakes of Pallass. Or I might be forced to harm you.

He turned as the Drake hed wounded grabbed at his shoulder. Pisces whirled, and the [Thugs] in the room cried out in shock. Pisces smiled, his white robes shining in the lantern light, his bloody rapier held at the ready.

It appears that degenerate behavior is not simply a Human trait. I would have expected this in Terandria. Or Wistram. But here? Is there no regard for grief, no respect for mourning?

They hesitated. Pisces flicked his gaze from Drake to Drake. There were seven of them, spread out around the room. The [Necromancer] backed up towards Selys.

I would advise you to lay down your arms. You are outmatched. I am a Silver-rank adventurer and my team

The Drake hed stabbed rose up, punched Pisces with a roar, and the other Drakes charged. Pisces yelped, and Selys saw him stagger back. The injured Drake charged him

[Stone Spray]!

And received a face full of razor-sharp stone shards. He screamed and fell, clawing at his eyes. Pisces whirled. A Drake charged him with a club. The [Mage]s form blurred and he lungedthe thrust of his rapier went through the Drakes chest and out the other side. The Drake stumbled, dropped. Pisces backed up, cursing, as he tried to withdraw his fragile blade.

Hes a [Mage]! Rush him!

The Drakes charged. Pisces looked up, let go of his rapiers handle, and flicked his fingers.

[Flame Jet]!

A gout of fire blasted from his fingertips, catching two of the Drakes. They screamed and dropped to roll about on the ground and Pisces turned, forcing the others to back up. He fumbled for something at his belt

Watch out!

Selys shouted. A [Thug] was throwing one of the knives he held in his claws. Pisces blurred as something dropped and appeared three feet to his left. The knife missed him and the [Mage] flicked his finger. Selys saw a ring on his finger glow, and a bolt of white light shot across the room and struck the knife-thrower in the chest. She heard a crack and the Drake folded up with a hole in the upper right hand part of his chest.

Hes got artifacts!

It burns!

Get around him!

The Drakes were shouting. Selys was standing up, but she had no intention of getting into the fight. She backed towards one wall as Pisces looked around. Five Drakes remaining, two of them burned badly. They dodged as he raised his hand and shot a stream of crackling electricity towards them. One had a buckler and caught the electricity on the wooden frame, grimacing. Pisces backed up towards a corner.

I would advise you all to surrender.

Oh yeah?

It wasnt witty repartee, but the murder in the eyes of the Drake whod spoken did a lot for the delivery. Pisces sighed.

Yeah. Look behind you.

Amazingly, one of the Drakes actually did turn his head. That saved him. The others were just readying themselves to charge when the long scythe of bone shot out and buried itself in the back of the first Drakes head. He fell. The others turned. And screamed.

A tall, tall creature of bone stood behind them. It had no face, just a torso without neck or head. Its arms were long whips of bone ending with a curved scythe. It had long legs and a strange, ball-like waist from which it could rotate and bend its upper body freely. It did so now, leaning low to the ground and slashing at the other Drakes with its arms, cutting their flesh as they screamed and backed up.

Ancestors, an undead!

Hes a [Necromancer]! Run!

One went for the doors. The Bone Horror tangled him with its arms, cutting him over and over with whipping strikes that flayed the Drake. Another slashed at it, but Pisces creation simply ignored the blows. Pisces blasted a third Drake with a spray of stone, making her scream and back up

Nobody move!

Someone grabbed Selys. She hadnt seen the fourth Drake running towards her. Shed been too focused on Pisces creation. Now the Drake grabbed Selys with one hand, keeping his club raised towards Pisces. The [Necromancer] whirled. The air around his hands frosted with cold as he pointed at the Drake.

Let her go.

Back away or Ill club her brains out! Tell that thing to leave!

The Drake was gripping Selys arm hard, his claw slippery with sweat. He was shaking. Of his seven buddies, five were dead and the other two bleeding badly. He tried to pull Selys towards the door.

Dont be foolish. You have nowhere to run. Let her go and Ill spare your life.

Pisces voice was cold and somehow, larger. The Drake gulped.

I wont fall for that! Im not turning into a zombieback off!

He was shaking with fear. Pisces stared at him. The light from the lantern in the room flickered suddenly, though there was no breeze. The [Thug] jumped.

Dont move! You cast a spell and shes dead, you hear me?

Let her go. Do not make me ask twice.

This time Pisces voice was deeper. It echoed and cracked with dark intent. The Drake holding Selys whimpered. Pisces took a step and he raised the club.

Touch her and you will suffer long after death. Dont mistake me for a common [Necromancer], fool. I could do things with your body that would make you scream to hear about.

S-stay back!

The Drake nearly let go of Selys in his panic. He stared at Pisces. Now the [Mage] was grinning horribly, and the shadows behind him danced on the wall. There was a stench of graveyard rot in the air, and he seemed to grow as the Drake retreated.

I could make you a puppet in your flesh. Would you like that? Let her go, or I will ensure you liveforever.

II

The Drake was panicking. Selys stared at him. She stared at Pisces. Neither male was focused on her. Selys looked at her captor and tapped him on the shoulder with her free hand.

Hey. Look at this.

Wha

The Drake looked down. Selys hand shot up. She raised her index and middle finger and jabbed them into her captors left eye. Her claws went into the Drakes eyeball. He screamed and let her go. Selys stepped back and wiped her claws on her clothes. Then she kicked him between the legs. The Drake fell, screaming. Pisces turned to Selys. She stared at him. He blinked.

Huh.

-

Half an hour later, Selys sat in Watch Captain Venims office. She had a cup of hot tea in her claws and Venim was downstairs, supervising the capture of the thugs that had kidnapped her.

Well, capture and cleaning up. Of the eight, five had died to Pisces or his Bone Horror. The other three were badly wounded, and it was a testament to the bloodshed that the one with the least amount of injuries was the one with a missing eye and bruising in the groin. The surviving Drakes were being arrested downstairs. Meanwhile, Pisces stood next to Selys in the office, looking around with interest.

Hed been interviewed at length as soon as the Pallass Watch had arrived. Theyd come within minutes of Selys walking out into the street and shouting for helpapparently someone had seen her kidnapping and they had already been canvassing the city. They hadnt expected Pisces to arrive first, though.

The [Necromancer] hadnt given Venim or his people much of an explanation as to how hed saved Selys. Hed made the Bone Horror vanish into the bag of holding he held before the Watch had arrived. With just his rapier in hand hed greeted the City Watch. They knew he was a [Necromancer] somehowperhaps from Liscors Watch, but theyd been impressed and disturbed by his nearly flawless victory nonetheless.

Now the two waited in silence for Venim to come back to the office. Selys heard Pisces robes swishing as he looked around. He walked behind Venims desk and eyed a stack of papers.

I wouldnt touch that.

Pisces started and sniffed.

Im just investigating. A Watch Captain shouldnt leave classified documents lying around.

Selys eyed him severely.

Its generally considered polite not to snoop.

Polite, but not informative.

The [Necromancer] sighed, but he backed away from the desk. He looked at Selys.

How are you feeling?

Fine. Thanks.

Her head had been treated with a splash of healing potion and she was fine, albeit a bit shaken. Selys sipped at her tea.

How are you? Hows the face?

Pisces rubbed at one cheek, where the shadow of a bruise was forming. He shrugged.

A minor injury. Im more embarrassed about it, in truth. I shouldnt have let my guard down.

Yeah. What was that?

What?

That! Thatappearing and stabbing that Drake before facing them all down. What were you thinking?

Pisces looked surprised and a bit hurt.

I was trying to intimidate them.

Selys glared at him. Her nerves were shot.

By yourself? You dont give speeches, you idiot! Youre lucky that Drake on the floor didnt stab you while you were showing off! You should have stabbed him in the back and laid a trap, rather than played the shining [Knight] in armor!

The young man blinked at her.

Thats strangely pragmatic of you.

Im not an idiot! But you were, rushing in there! You could have been killed! [Mages] die after being stabbed, and taking on a bunch of [Thugs] with knives is a death sentence! What were you doing?

Pisces hesitated. He rubbed at his cheek and glanced past Selys.

I wasconcerned for your safety.

Oh.

Selys sat back. Pisces hesitated.

I thought that I could distract their attention from you, or ambush them once theyd left. I grew worried when the Drake grabbed you.

So hed stepped in to protect her? Selys regretted shouting at him. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

Wellthanks.

I only regret that I didnt stop your kidnapping.

You couldnt have known.

He shrugged.

No, but I was there. Invisible, yes. I could have cut the first Drake down, but I elected to follow you.

The gratitude infusing Selys heart faded slightly. She looked up over her cups rim at him.

You what?

I thought it best to know the scope of the threat before I stepped in.

So you let them drag me away?

It was that or fight them all in the street. I had to know their numbers.

Selys glared at Pisces as he hunched his shoulders. She opened her mouth, thought better, and closed it.

Well. That was smart of you.

You think so?

It was the smart thing to do. There was no telling how many of them there were, or if they had more friends. So yeah, good job.

Selys grudgingly agreed with Pisces decision. He blinked at her, looking slightly pleased.

Well, Im happy to help. Unfortunately, I fear that this is only the first event of many. Im sorry you were targetedalthough I noticed you were able to defend yourself. That was an ah, appropriately vicious attack you performed.

What? Oh, poking that guy in the eye? Yeahhe deserved it. And I wasnt about to wait for you to scare him into letting me go.

The Drake [Receptionist] wiped her claws on her clothes for the umpteenth time, shuddering as she recalled the feeling. Pisces flicked his eyes towards her claws.

Nevertheless, it was an adroitly done maneuver. Did someone teach you how to do that?

Selys paused.

My uncle taught me how to fight when I was growing up. I was never good at claw fighting, but he showed me how to defend myself.

Ah. By poking eyes out?

Not everyone has time to learn how to use a rapier. Anyways.

The young Drake woman cleared her throat awkwardly. She looked at Pisces.

Thank you for saving me.

It was the first time shed gotten to say it. Pisces shook his head slightly.

It was nothing.

Really?

False modesty was somehow annoying on Pisces, who was often the exact opposite of modest. Selys raised one of her brows at him. He caught her glance and smiled slightly.

Well, it wasnt nothing. But I considered it my responsibility. I did invite you to enter Pallass. I should have considered the risks.

The risks. You mean, more of that might happen?

Perhaps. You are the inheritor of the armor.

Yeah. Damn it.

Selys closed her eyes. All this, and shed only held the armor for a day! She was about to ask Pisces who he thought had hired the Drakes when the door opened and Venim walked in.

Apologies for the delay.

He glanced at Pisces and nodded to Selys.

Weve arrested the surviving Drakes who kidnapped you, Miss Shivertail. Well interrogate themafter they heal up a bit.

Oh. Thank you. Do you know um, who told them to get me? Or was it just them?

Venim hesitated.

Thats unclear. The Drakes didnt say muchwell, only one was conscious, so well have to rely on truth spells when the other two wake up. Well charge them for kidnapping and attempted extortion, but my guess is theyre just hired [Thugs] and [Rogues].

Do you have any clues as to who might have organized their kidnapping of Selys?

Pisces leaned forwards over Venims desk. The Drake Watch Captain frowned at Pisces.

No. It could have been anyone.

Anyone?

Selys heart sank. Venim nodded.

You are the owner of the Heartflame Breastplate, Miss Selys. And while Id like to assure you of your safetythings are moving quickly in Pallass. Ive informed Watch Captain Zevara and shes requested that you immediately return to Liscor. I just need the rest of your statement and yourbodyguards before you go.

My who? Oh, Pisces? Hes not my bodyguard

Oh. Then what was he doing in Pallass?

Venim frowned at Pisces. The [Mage] smiled calmly.

I came through. No one stopped me, so I assumed the passageway between Liscor and Pallass was free for public use on this day.

You just walked through?

Mm, yes. In a crowd.

The Watch Captain flicked his gaze to Selys, who shrugged, keeping her tail still. Venim grunted.

Well, the door is open, but Ill have to ask you to refrain from visiting Pallass without requesting permission first, MisterPisces.

Pisces bowed slightly, smiling.

Oh, I believe Ive had my fill of Pallass. What do you think, Selys?

Selys looked around. Her head didnt hurt. But she had a headache now. She raised her clawed hand.

I think Ive had enough too. Can I go back to Liscor now?

-

A large group had formed in Erins inn, waiting for Selys return. Watch Captain Zevara, Ilvriss, Tekshiaand a member of Liscors council! He was the Guildmaster of the Merchants Guild and he practically knocked over Pisces when Selys walked through the doorway.

Miss Shivertail! Im terribly glad to see you. What an affront, to be kidnapped while walking Pallass streets? I want you to know that Liscor did everything in its power to ensure you were found as soon as

Thank you, Guildmaster Fleiss. Please, give Selys some room.

To the [Receptionist]s relief, Zevara stepped in and forced the heavyset Drake back. She nodded to Venim.

Thank you, Watch Captain.

My pleasure, Watch Captain.

He saluted her and left. Selys looked around, bewildered, as the others clustered around her. Erin tried to push past Fleiss.

Selys, are you okay? I heard about what happened! Are you hurt? Did you

Drakes first! Please! Miss Shivertail, we really must speak about your inheritance. I hate to bring up the subject so soon

Silence!

Tekshia raised her voice. The others fell silent. The Guildmistress stepped closer to Selys and inspected her granddaughter. She nodded.

I heard you poked an eye out, Selys. Good job. Next time try ducking before they hit you.

Thanks, Grandma.

Selys rolled her eyes. Tekshia nodded at her.

Looks like youve had a rough time. All these Drakes want to speak with you. I just came to tell you that you can have tomorrow off. But Ill expect you back into work at noon the day after, understand?

What? Grandma

Enough. Dont whine, its unbecoming. Now, Ill be going. Innkeeper?

Yes?

Give me another one of those cookies you made. A bag, actually. I want to share them with some of my friends.

Tekshia turned. She paused and glanced over her shoulder at Pisces. He was standing behind the others, forgotten. Tekshia met his eyes.

Necromancer.

Guildmistress Shivertail.

He bowed very politely. Tekshia snorted and walked away. Selys saw the others looking after her. Zevara cleared her throat.

Youre ah, well, Miss Selys? Dont take Miss Tekshias words too seriously. She was quite insistent you be found when Pallass informed us of the kidnapping.

Selys smiled wryly.

Dont worry, I know. That was her being considerate and caring. I think. Trust Grandmother not to give me more than a day off for being kidnapped.

Speaking of kidnapping

Ilvriss broke in. The Wall Lord looked around, his tail wagging furiously.

This is a disgrace. A citizen was kidnapped in Pallass on the streets? What kind of Walled City allows that kind of crime?

The kind that has an inheritor of the Heartflame Breastplate walking its streets, I think.

Zevara glanced meaningfully at Selys, who flushed. She consulted a piece of parchment.

Watch Captain Venim tells me they were local thugs, hired to kidnap Miss Selys and force her to sign a waiver allowing them to take the Heartflame Breastplate. Theyd take it, drop it at a safe location and receive their payment. Forty thousand gold pieces, allegedly. Not that they saw any of itthey may have intended to take the armor for themselves once they had it.

Dead gods, plots already?

Fleiss shuddered. Zevara just shook her head.

It was a shoddy plan that never would have worked. Whoever hired them must have panicked when they saw you in Pallass and didnt think things through. If Id have seen the document Id have arrested the Drakes and found out where you were being kept. Fortunately you didnt have to wait that long.

She glanced at Pisces, who smiled politely.

I was accompanying Selys and happened to be in the area, Watch Captain.

Good. Thank you.

Zevara nodded at him and turned her back on Pisces. Ilvriss glanced at the [Necromancer] and then at Selys. He looked quite a bit kinder as he went over to her.

Miss Selys, I understand you must be shaken.

A bit.

Selys wasnt going to lieshe was more than a bit unsteady. Wall Lord Ilvriss nodded sympathetically.

I just wanted to let you know that my offer still stands. I dont want to force you into a decision, but perhaps it would be best if you allowed some of my people to escort you

Selys eyes narrowed.

Ancestors, I just got kidnapped and youre already trying to buy the armor from me?

Her raised voice made the others look at her. Selys turned red with embarrassment and anger. Her voice cracked as she shouted at Ilvriss.

I dont know what to do with the armor! Leave me alone!

She turned and ran out of the inn. Zevara called out after her.

Miss Selys, wait!

Her voice had the authority of command in it. And she used a Skill. Selys stopped unwillingly. Zevara looked a bit ashamed of herself. She cleared her throat.

Youre going to need an escort.

-

Selys hated everyone and everything by the time she got back to her room. There was a [Guardsman] outside her doora pair of them, actuallyand four had had to walk her back through the rainy streets. Zevara had suggested putting Selys up in an innand Ilvriss had immediately offered the Tailless Thief. Selys had turned them both down instantly.

She was miserable. She sat in her bed, tossing her wet cloak to the floor and stomping into her kitchen. She reached for a mug, opened her cupboard, and realized she had nothing to drink.  No tea leaves, no bottles, nothing. Shed forgotten to go shopping.

Lizards eggs!

Selys shouted. She turned and saw Pisces sitting at her table. He offered her a cup of dark red wine.

Try this.

For a second Selys considered poking his eye out. Her heart beat out of her chest. Pisces seemed to realize and coughed.

Sorry. I should have announced myself.

She stared at him.

How did you follow me?

As a point of fact, I slipped in before you got here. Watch Captain Zevara made an error. She posted a guard who checked for invisible or concealed intruders before the escort brought you here. There was a window of opportunity as you opened the door. I followed you in.

His self-satisfied explanation made Selys clench her fists.

Pisces, Im not in the mood.

I understand that. And I will leave instantly. I just wanted to give you this, actually.

The [Necromancer] stood up and reached into his bag of holding. He produced a bottle of wine, a plate of steaming spaghetti and meatballs, and a bowl of salad. The salad had spilled a bit and he shook a few leaves of lettuce off of the bowl.

Apologies. Bags of holding are tricky to use. Its practically impossible to put a cup of water inside and not spill it all.

What?

Selys just looked at the food and wine, and then at Pisces. Her stomach rumbled. She hadnt had lunchshed barely eaten breakfast. The sight of food made her feel faint. Pisces shrugged and smiled a bit as he explained.

You are under a version of house arrest. Ah, pardon me. I misspoke. Youre being protected. I thought you wouldnt wish to eat dinner or go shoppingor subject yourself to a public settingso I asked Erin to make you dinner. I apologize if Ive overstepped.

He looked at her questioningly. Selys made her mouth work as her stomach made a motion for food.

No, thatsconsiderate of you, actually. Thank you.

He offered her a crooked smile.

Consider it further recompense for putting you into harms way in Pallass. I should have considered the risks. I will leave you alone now, if youll open a window to let me jump out.

Selys hesitated. She looked at the food, and at Pisces.

You dont have to go. In facthere.

She went and grabbed two cups from her cupboards. She offered one to Pisces. He looked at it, surprised. Selys gestured at the table.

Ill let you have the salad.

-

It was an awkward meal. Selys had never talked to Pisces, not in any intimate way. She barely knew him, and yet hed been around Erins inn as long as she had. Longer, really. He wasnt what Selys would call an ideal dining partner, but she needed someone to talk to. She was upset.

Look, theres threats to my life, people wanting to buy it from meI just want to be left alone! Why is that so hard? Why does everyone have to bother me? And its just for the piece of armor my stupid uncle left me!

She was on her fourth cup of wine. Pisces his second. He ate silently as Selys gnashed down a bite of food. Selys paused.

I didnt meant that. Uncle Zelits not about him! Thats the problem! I justI didnt ask for this!

Some might call it good fortune.

Yeah? Tell that to the back of my head! And how good is this fortune? Am I just supposed to sell the armor? Get rich?

Thats the theory, yes.

Selys snarled.

Id do it in a heartbeat if I didnt think it would get me in trouble. But everyone wants it. If I sell it to one person, I get in trouble with everyone else.

A tricky conundrum, yes. But you would be rich.

Rich doesnt help if everyone hates your guts!

You seem certain that would be the case.

Selys rested her head on her hands and nearly poked herself in the cheek.

Its politics. Ive seen it happen. If youre not a patriot to your city, if youre not a good Drakeyou get treated like a traitor. If I get in trouble in Pallass for instance, Ill get blacklisted until the end of my life and treated like a criminal. I dont need that kind of drama.

And yet, you have an obligation to do something with the armor. Surely there is an optimal choice for you.

Pisces reasonable tone made Selys angry. She jabbed a fork at him.

What would you know? No one likes you! And everyone wants to be my best friend now!

She paused. Pisces looked hurt. It didnt show in his face, but his eyes reflected it. Selys paused, ashamed, and her tail drooped.

Sorry. I didnt meanIve had a hard day. You have no idea how bad its been.

I might, actually.

Pisces shifted in his chair and got up. He walked past Selys to fill his cupnot with wine, but with some water from a jug. It was stale. He grimaced, but sipped it anyways. Selys looked at him, confused.

How do you mean?

The [Necromancer] sat awkwardly, resting his weight on Selys kitchen table. He studied Selys.

Well, its true that I am a pariah in Liscor. But I would argue you seem to be one too, although your fortunes are the inverse of mine.

What?

Selys sort of got what Pisces meant, but the wine was making actual cognition difficult. Pisces saw this and flicked his fingers.

Let me speak plainly. I attract attention because I am a [Necromancer]. A criminal. An undesirable element and perhaps not least, a Human. This is not a new experience for me. I have long been a noteworthy individual worthy of contempt. However, you are the same. Everyone knows you as the bearer of the Heartflame Breastplate. A Drake inheriting Zel Shivertails will. They all want something from you. But they do not care about you, do they?

No. They dont.

Selys bowed her head. She was just an ordinary person, changed by circumstance. Pisces nodded.

So. I understand the feeling. It is not pleasant, even if the attention is envy, or intrigue, I imagine.

No. How do you deal with it?

The young man pondered the question for a moment, sipping from his cup.

There are many answers. Many personalities would react differently. I ignore the scorn. I weather hatred as ignorance. I am myself. I will not change for societal pressure. But you do not have that luxury, I fear. They want your inheritance.

They can have it. Its no good to me.

Selys slumped at her table. She heard Pisces sigh. He sat across from her.

That attitude is defeatist.

Consider me defeated. What am I supposed to do?

Be honest.

The words made her look up. Selys frowned at Pisces.

I am being honest.

Are you?

He challenged her. Pisces looked in Selys eyes. He had gray-green eyes, not vibrant, a dreamers, perhaps. But they were serious.

You have been reacting to all that has happened, Selys. So much has changed for you. I understand that it must beimpossible in many respects. But have you truly taken a step back to think about all this?

No. There was no stepping back in a hurricane. Selys shook her head. Pisces tapped the table with his cup.

Then allow me to help. If you would.

I would.

If he could make sense of it allPisces nodded.

Let us ask one question then, and one question alone. Do you want the armor?

Selys paused. Her instinctive reaction was to say no, of course not, but that wasnt a true answer, was it? She spoke slowly.

I dont know. I havent really looked at it. I didnt know what it was. Now I know. You showed me those stories in Pallass. And they were amazing! I had no idea that was what it was. I knew it was valuable. But its still likeI havent looked at it, you know? I didnt care. When I saw my uncle, lying there

Her throat closed. Pisces looked at her. Sympathetically. Had Selys ever seen him look like that?

Of course you didnt pay attention to it. And that is the problem. You dont know what others are so fixated on. You were cursed Selys. Cursed with a conscience. Cursed with affection. You cared about your uncles passing more than the armor. If you were greedy and selfish, you would not be in your predicament.

Like the rest of the Shivertail family. Selys shuddered. That was true, though. Shed watched her uncles funeral this morning. It was too soon. But Pisces was also right in that she had to face it.

Okay. Do I need the damn armor? I dont know. I want to look at it.

He nodded.

Then perhaps you should. That would be an adequate first step. Do you wish to see it now? Or later?

Selys stared at him.

Wait, what? You meango to it now?

Rain was pattering on the shutters of her window. Pisces nodded.

Why not?

Selys opened her mouth. It was under lock and key! It was being guarded! It was valuable!

And it was hers. She closed her mouth. And stood up.

-

Watch Captain Zevara was not happy that Pisces had emerged from Selys apartment with her. Nor was she happy that theyd forced the [Guardsmen] assigned to her to bring them to her and the room the armor was being kept in. The Watch Captain stared at Selys.

You want to do what?

I want to look at it.

Now?

Zevara was probably off-duty. But shed come hurrying as soon as Selys had made the request. The Drake folded her arms.

Its mine, isnt it? I want to look at it.

Yes, but the security is there for a reason, Miss Selys.

And its still my armor. Unless youre not going to let me see it?

Selys stared at Zevara. The Watch Captain backpedaled immediately.

No, its just thatof course you can look at it. For how long?

Is there a time limit?

Perhaps she didnt deserve this. Zevaras jaw worked silently. She looked at Relc. The [Guardsman] was leaning against the wall next to the iron door, snoozing. The [Mage] that Ilvriss had assigned to the door was glaring at him, clearly envious.

Relc. Wake up.

Im up! Do I get to stab anyone?

Relc jerked awake. He looked comical as he fumbled to attention and Zevara chewed him out, but Selys suspected that anyone trying to sneak into the room behind him would find that Relc was more attentive than he seemed. Zevara sighed as she looked at Selys.

Take as long as you like, Miss Shivertail. Relc and Wall Lord Ilvriss people have the room warded and under guard.

Good.

Selys put her hand on the door knob and heard the [Mage] mutter something. She paused.

He deactivated the ward spell. Dont be alarmed.

Pisces nodded at the Drake [Mage]. She eyed him warily. Zevara turned towards Pisces with a frown.

Thank you for brining Miss Shivertail dinnerMister Pisces. But Im afraid that this is a restricted area.

He can come in.

Selys thought Zevara might actually inhale her tongue. The Watch Captain turned towards her. Selys put her claws on her hips.

It is mine, isnt it?

Yes! But do you

Zevara bit her tongue on the rest of the sentence. Do you trust him? Pisces pretended not to hear. Selys sighed.

Please let us in, Watch Captain.

Zevara was in a bad mood. She looked at Selys, threw up her arms and stalked away. Selys looked at Relc. He yawned.

Go on in, Selys. Hey, bone-guy.

Guardsman Relc.

Selys and Pisces entered the room. It was fairly large, a meeting room, in fact. It had no windows and someone had cleared out the table and chairs to put a single stand in the center of the room. On it hung a shimmering, golden piece of armor.

Selys heart skipped a beat. She stared at the Heartflame Breastplate, taking it in. This was the legendary armor. This was the artifact everyone wanted.

She still thought it looked sort of cheap. It was gaudy. Gold metal, shining colorsit was impressive, yes, but

Pisces inhalation of breath was more fitting for the moment. He stared at the armor as Relc closed the door and began flirting with the [Mage] on duty. The [Necromancer] approached the armor, stepping around it to stare from every angle. He reached out, hands shaking, and then looked at Selys.

May I?

Go ahead.

For some reason Selys voice was hushed. She held her breath as Pisces touched the armor. Then she felt silly and walked forwards. The metal was warm to the touch. That was all. There was no zap of magic, no aura of power. It was just armor.

But it was magical. Pisces ran a finger over the armor, seeing something that Selys could not. He murmured to himself as he inspected it.

Warm. What exquisite spellcraft. And the metalits alloyed with gold, but what the rest of the metal isadamantium? Some spell-metal, perhaps?

Its impressive. I can see why the legends say it was indestructible. It doesnt have a scratch, even when

Selys throat closed. Pisces looked up.

Your uncleGeneral Shivertail. Was his bodydamaged by the battle?

It was. It was horrible. Part of his head was missing and his body was cut and burned like

Selys felt like she shouldnt talk about it, but she had to. The words spilled out and Pisces listened.

Ah. Those wounds areincredible. But also a sign of the armors power, I think. General Shivertail was renowned for his durability and toughness in battle.

He was. He could block an unenchanted axe strike with his scales! But still, he

Selys broke off, shaking her head. Pisces peered at the armor and coughed.

Ah, look here. I had wondered about the name, but this truly is a breastplate and not a cuirass, isnt it? Curious that such a powerful armor would lack rear protection.

He indicated the armor. It was indeed just a breastplate. In that it only covered the front. Selys was no armor expert, but she knew that a cuirass covered both front and back. It was a strange design flaw. She wondered if that was one of the reasons why Zel had

Maybe they lost the other half?

It wouldnt be called the Heartflame Breastplate if it were. Artifacts are seldom so easily dismantled. No, this is simply an oversight. Quite a curious one. One has to wonder why the Drakes who made this didnt think to shield their backs.

Drakes do not run.

Selys regretted saying the words as soon as they came out. It was such an instinctive response, the kind of thing you heard the army say all the time. General Sserys had coined the phrase and it was a saying among the Drakes. But it was so

Pisces raised a sardonic eyebrow.

Drakes might not run, but presumably they do turn around at some point. I believe my point stands.

She glared at him, and then laughed despite herself. Pisces smiled. That was it. He always seemed to be laughing at his own sense of humor, his mockery of the world. For the first time, Selys was laughing with him. She stopped as soon as she realized.

Okay, tell me, Mister Intelligent. Why would the Drakes make a mistake like this? Unless they didnt have enough metal for the back?

Pisces stroked his bare chin.

Hm. That is a theory, but I suspect weve already obtained the answer. Do you recall the revelation of the Heartflame Armors abilities we uncovered in Pallass library? It had an enchantment. A fiery ward that sprang up around the armor and user.

Huh. That does seem likely. So it would have protected the back. But are you sure it came from the armor?

Pisces nodded. He gestured at the shining breastplate.

It seems realistic to assume that the fiery protection on the armor was an effect of the Heartflame Breastplate, especially considering the motif and name.

That was true. Selys stared at the armor. But no one had mentioned her uncle using the ability, and both Ilvriss and Zevara had just thought the armor waswell, legendary. They hadnt wanted to test the ability, and she was sure they would have tried had they known.

Do you know how it could be activated?

No, and I suspect Magnolia Reinhart herself may have lacked the information. The true powers of artifacts are often hidden from public knowledge. That is why I considered researchit may have more abilities lost to time.

So uncle wouldnt have known how to use it?

Pisces hesitated.

He may not have had time to research it, if he had thought of it. An [Enchanter] would have known to ask such questions, but would a Reinhart have let him inspect the armor? Wellwe shall never know if it was inspected before. As for now

He pondered over the armor, checking its front and back as Selys gently ran her claws over it. It was warm. Soothing.

Spell activation is tricky. If it were a ring, it would be activated by twisting, but usually armor is activated by contact or some other set of rules. Touching it in a certain place, striking it with enough forcebut the myth of the armor seems to indicate that the protection effect could be triggered at will. Why dont we try a few activation phrases?

You know some? And itll work? Dont you have to put it on?

Selys couldnt imagineit was hers, but could she? No. And Pisces was shaking his head.

Simply uttering the right phrase should work, Selys. Its actually quite difficult to make the armor sense who is speaking, so personalizing the command trigger to only activate when the wearer speaks is usually not included in the enchantments features.

Really?

Pisces nodded conspiratorially. He smirked.

In fact, keeping the secret phrase of an artifact hidden is quite vital unless it has been truly customized to a certain vocal pattern. Otherwise an enemy could trigger the enchantment in battle. It has happened on more than one occasion, historically speaking.

Okay, then what are some command phrases?

Wellwhy dont we keep inspecting it? Perhaps there are hidden touch-mechanics. And I will utter as many phrases as I know. Thankfully, we know the common language has remained unchanged forever, although written text often replaces itself. So any phrase would work. Its the key that could be anything. A phrase, a single wordthere are a number of mage-sounds that I will try first. And I will have you do the same.

What? Why?

It could be that the armor only activates for a Drake. That would be a tricky enchantment, but it is possible. Keep your hands on the armor. Also, if you know any archaic Drake expressions, they would be the most likely activation code.

It sounded impossible, and yet, exciting, too. A mystery to solve. Selys placed her claw on the armor.

How about this? Drakes do not run.

The armor was warm underneath her claw. Selys waited, but nothing happened. She heard a cough. Pisces looked away from her.

Ah, Sserys famous line probably postdates the creation of the armor by at least six hundred yearswhy dont we try a few older phrases? Allow me to begin.

He made a sound and had Selys copy it. She came up with a phrasenothing happened. Pisces ran through over a hundred different mage-sounds, some of which Selys found nearly impossible to copy. Nothing happened. The two gave up when their voices went hoarse after about two hours. It was a fruitless two hours, but for some reason Selys felt much better afterwards, albeit with a sore throat. Shed had fun laughing at some of the phrases and sounds Pisces came up with.

Ah, well, activating an artifact is an extraordinarily difficult task in the best of circumstances, and I am no [Enchanter]. A true shame, really. I always wanted to learn that discipline, but I never got the chance in Wistram

Pisces was chatting to Selys as he closed the door. Relc stood to attention, as did the [Mage]. Selys didnt have to look at Relcs red cheeks to know shed shot him down. Or slapped him.

Or both.

Thanks for helping, Pisces. Im going homebut I appreciate you giving me that advice.

He smiled at her and hesitated as the sleepy [Guardsmen] marched over to escort Selys back to her apartment.

I could come back tomorrow. This is a fascinating artifact, and if you would permit me to try and discover the key

Now it was her turn to pause. Selys looked at Pisces. He really had been helpful today. Surprisingly so. She found herself nodding.

Sure. Why not? I owe you one.

The smile he gave her was surprised, but he made a show of bowing to her as he bade her farewell. Relc muttered about showoffs until the [Mage] standing next to him gave him a look. Pisces grinned impudently.

Good night, Miss Selys.

She smiled wearily.

Its just Selys.

He nodded and strode into the rain. Selys watched him go, and then looked up. It was raining, still. It was always raining. And then she felt tired. Good moments were only that.

Moments.

-

The next day Selys woke up, went outside, and visited her friends. She had to. She had to be social and normal or shed go crazy. To her relief, she managed to find her usual gossip group and circle. Or rather, they found her. They walked through the rain from shelter to shelter as the [Guardsmen] followed, laughing and talking.

Today Selys was the topic of conversation. Drassi was off work so she was here, as were eight of Selys female friends and eleven male ones, even the ones Selys didnt talk to this often. Even the ones shed been fighting with, and an ex-boyfriend. They all wanted to make up and talk with her. No guesses why.

After fifteen minutes Selys was sick of it. The other Drakes were wagging their tails, agog over the gossip about Selys being approached by a Wall Lord and other cities to sell the armor. They wanted to know everything about it, what the reaction had been when the will had been read out loud. No one asked Selys about who had been wearing the armor.

Can wesee it?

One of the male Drakes suggested that quickly. The others leapt on his suggestion. That would be so rude! Selys was busyand Watch Captain Zevara had it under lock and key. Guarded. No one could see it. But if they could

I think Zevara wants to keep everyone away. There are [Thieves] who want it, and there was an attempted break-in already.

Everyone sighed in disappointment. Drassi nodded, though.

There was another [Thief], Selys! They caught her this morning! Alive!

Really?

Selys stared at her friend. But Drassi would know. She had both earholes to the ground and she caught rumors like a lizard caught flies. That analogy had caused a fight the last time Selys had jokingly said it out loud.

Well, Im sure Zevara can handle it. And Ilvriss. And Embria. Im so done with talking about it.

Instantly everyone took the cue. One of Selys friends looked around in the rain.

I know, right? Its so tiring talking about politics? Why dont we go to a bar and relax instead?

Its only just past morning!

Wellwhat if we

The others started arguing over the favorite place Selys might like, picking all of her favorites. Selys listened gloomily. It was a bit sickening. And depressing. Selys knew her friends and she wasnt surprised by how they were behaving. Shed probably act the same way. At least Drassi was open about it.

All I want to do is tell people I know you, Selys. Everyones asking me to introduce them to you, and they want to see the armor! I bet you could get a date with any guy in the cityeven the married onesif you promised to let them touch it. By the way, did you hear about the Goblins in Erins inn? They got their own artifacts

No one wants to hear about Goblins, Drassi!

One of Selys female friends, Wuvisa, glared at Drassi. The [Barmaid] rolled her eyes.

Theyre not bad Wuvisa. They dont cause troubleor try to slap your tail or butt like the Drakes in the bars I used to work at! Theyre really scary, true, but listen

Miss Selys Shivertail?

A voice interrupted Drassi. All the young Drakes turned. Watch Captain Zevara strode up to them. She was in full uniform and Selys saw more than one of her male friends eye her tail admiringly. What was the saying? There was nothing like a Drake in uniform. Or something. Selys just sighed. She had no time for tails, and neither did Zevara. The Watch Captain nodded to Selys.

Im afraid Ill have to borrow you, Miss Shivertail. There are a number of dignitaries and officials waiting to speak with you. In connection to your inheritance.

The other Drakes oohed and tried to pester Zevara with questions. Selys didnt. She looked at Zevaras unhappy face and sighed.

Okay.

-

Zevara led Selys through the city and into Liscors city hall. There was a small meeting room set up, with snacks and drinks. The Watch Captain offered Selys a seat and after a moment, showed a Drake in. Selys rose as a Drake from Pallassa senator from the Assembly of Craftswalked in and gave Selys a bright smile. She was the first of a series of Drakes who had requested to meet Selys. All about the armor she owned. Selys sat, nibbling on her snacks and sipping from a cup, bewildered, listening.

Each Drake wanted something from her, and each one phrased it differently. A Senator from Pallass, a [Mage] representing Wistram, a Drake speaking for Zeres, one from Oteslia, a trio of Drakes from lesser cities, Wing Commander Embria

That last conversation stood out to Selys. At least Embria was short and to the point. She didnt beat about the bush or offer Selys condolences for her loss or compliments. She walked in, gave Selys a firm handshake, and got straight to it.

We want the armor.

So does everyone else.

Selys arms were folded. Embria nodded.

Im well aware of the politics, Miss Selys. May I call you Selys?

Nope.

Very well. Im sure youve had any number of offers for the armor. Trades, bargainsand threats, no doubt.

Selys was silent. More than one Drake had hinted not quite overtly that there could be trouble if the armor didnt come their way. That was a scary threat, especially when it came from an entire Walled City. But a [Receptionist] could at least do a good blank face, so Embria got nothing more than the others. Embria went on without missing a beat.

I want you to know that your safety is my priority, and the priority of Liscors High Command, regardless of what your decision is. Obviously, the army would appreciate the use of such a powerful artifact. We could reimburse you some of the cost, although Im afraid purchasing the armor outright would strain a Walled Citys military budget.

So whats your incentive? Youll protect me if all the bad Drakes get angry?

Embrias face didnt move, but her tail gave the tiniest of twitches, telling Selys she was getting to the Drake.

We hope you could think of your civic pride. If not to us, then perhaps you might consider relinquishing it to the citys custody? It could still be your possession, but be put to use defending the city itself as the situation demands.

Only itd be yours. I get the point. Thanks, Wing Commander, is it? You can skip the part where Ill end up dead in my bed if I dont give the armor to you. Ill just assume you said it, okay?

Selys saw Embrias eyes flash. The Drake stood up.

Now listen here youungrateful

Wing Commander Embria!

The red-scaled Drake snapped to attention. Zevara opened the door, giving her a frown. The Wing Commanders red cheeks turned darker. Selys waved at Zevara who gave her a resigned look. Shed had to stop Drakes from trying to throttle or attack Selys three times before now. Selys was in a bad mood and she was inclined to share it.

I think thats enough for now, Wing Commander. Dont you?

Yes. My apologies, Miss Selys. I shouldnt have lost my temper. Consider my offer carefully. Liscors army is here to serve the city.

We didnt see you when all the moths were trying to eat us!

Selys shouted at Embrias back. She heard the door slam and sat back with some satisfaction. Zevara eyed her as she took a seatand a handful of dried fruit.

I thought [Receptionists] were supposed to be welcoming.

Not in the Adventurers Guild. And its my day off. How many more do I have?

Selys sighed. She was tired. Zevara shook her head.

None for now. Ilvriss declined to take up your time. He just wants you to remember

Hell buy the armor. Yeah, yeah. And if I sell to him, Pallass might send an arrow into my skull.

Zevara grimaced as she chewed.

Thats a threat. Id like to say its an idle one. If they do that, itll be a war.

Doesnt help me if Im dead. All these Drakesyou know, Oteslia offered me thirty thousand gold pieces and food for life? Just that. Food. Theyll feed me. What am I, a [Gourmet]?

Its hard to compete with sheer wealth. Salazsar is rich, Oteslia less so. Other groups will offer you different incentives.

One of the Drakes offered me slaves. Is that legal here?

Its rare, but not unheard of. There are strict rules about them, though.

Whatever. I dont want slaves. I dont want Wistrams lesser artifacts or the gratitude of Liscors army. What should I do?

Selys looked pleadingly at Zevara. She wasnt that much older than Selys. Maybe seven or eight years at most. But the Watch Captain felt older. Zevara hesitated.

I have no idea, Miss Selys. Its a tricky situation with a time limit, as you know.

How long do I have?

Im not sure. Wall Lord Ilvriss is protecting the armor and I believe his escort can ward off any potential thieves. I have Relc and Klbkch on guard duty as well, but Wall Lord Ilvriss is a member of Salazsar when all is said and done. There is some question about him influencing you

Politics. He helped us defend Liscor.

My thoughts exactly. And he hasnt given me any reason to doubt his word. Its just that giving him aidand by proxy, Salazarwould put Liscor in a tricky spot, especially with this doorway to Pallass. I cant make a decision for you, but you should know what might occur.

Zevara offered Selys a sympathetic look. She glanced at Selys empty cup and reached for the tea pot.

You could just sell it. The amount of gold youd get from an heirloom like that would set you up for life.

But if I sell it to Ilvriss

Sell it to Wistram. Or the army. Those are the safest bets. They might not be able to outbid a larger city, but youll get the least amount of trouble for it. I think we Drakes would be happier if none of us had it, rather than one of us.

Great.

Selys buried her head in her hands. Zevara looked at her and cleared her throat a few times.

Look at it this way, Miss Selys. Make a decision and youll be rich for life.

However long I have left.

There was nothing Zevara could say to that.

-

It was too hard. Selys lay on her grandmothers desk, groaning. Her grandmother looked at her, and then pushed her off.

Ow!

I have work to do, Selys. This is your day off. Enjoy it.

How? I cant go anywhere without an escort, and I have a magical artifact under lock and key! What am I supposed to do?

Stop lying on the floor. Its dirty.

Selys got up. She felt wretched.

What do you think I should do, Grandma?

Sell it. Or give it away. I dont particularly care.

Tekshia sighed as Selys groaned and flopped back onto her desk. She rapped Selys on the head with a knuckle.

Youre making too much of a fuss about this, Selys. The armor is armor. Youll make enemies no matter what you do, so take the best deal and live with your choices! I had someone after my head when I was eleven! Youll manage.

But Grandma

You need to decide for yourself. No moping! Get out there and make a choice, young one! And dont let me catch you bothering the adventurers downstairs!

I know one I can bother.

Then go find them. But stay out of my Guild! Until work tomorrow. I expect you on time, escort and armor or not.

-

There was no good way out. No right decision. Selys was trapped. And she hated everything. Right now she hated Pisces, despite him being very helpful of late.

Try these command phrases next. Ia curim law. What is will be and shall ever be the will of flame. UmDrakes rule.

Pisces paced back and forth as Selys kept her hands on the Heartflame Breastplate. She looked up at him.

Seriously? Drakes rule?

Any phrase could work, Selys. Any one at all. Its the most nonsensical that would be chosen so no one would guess.

Theres no point. I give up.

Selys leaned her cheek against the metal, not caring about smudging the legendary artifact anymore. Pisces turned to her.

Dont say that. Isnt this exciting? The challenge. Imagine it! You could unlock the secrets of a powerful artifact today!

His eyes gleamed. Selys just made a thbbting sound.

It doesnt matter. Someone else is going to get the armor. Let them have it.

Ah. So youre inclined to sell?

Im inclined not to die. Which means I have to sell at some point, only theres no one I can sell it to that wont make someone else mad! Ill have to sell it and hire a [Bodyguard] for the rest of my life. How is that good?

Pisces shrugged.

You dont have to sell it.

What? And keep it? Zevara wont guard it foreverRelcs already complaining about his job. [Thieves] will take it, or someone will kidnap me for itwhat other options are there?

You could lend it

Hah! Thats the same problem!

Not necessarily

It doesnt matter. Ive got no choice.

Selys turned her head away. She knew Pisces was trying to help, but she was just done with it all. Erin could handle something like this, but normal Selys had nothing. Shed just sell it to Embria. Or give it to Wistram. That was safe. Then shed ask Zevara for protection

What a mess. Selys leaned against the armor as she sensed Pisces coming over. He sat next to her quietly.

Do you recall what I told you yesterday?

Its not helping, Pisces.

Perhaps not. But you never gave me an answer. I asked you if you wanted this.

I dont. Problem solved. Okay?

Pisces didnt move.

Thats not a truthful answer. Truly, honestly, without the issue of pressure, do you want this armor?

It doesnt matter!

I believe it does. You should make a choice that is honest to yourself.

Honest? Myself? Honestly, I dont want this! Im not special, Pisces! Im not an adventurer like you!

Selys raised her head. She wasnt crying, but she was angry. She glared at the [Necromancer].

Im not meant for this. Im just a [Receptionist]. This shouldnt happen to me.

And yet it did. You may be Selys Shivertail, a [Receptionist], but your uncle was Zel Shivertail.

Dont mention him. Hes not like me. He lived in a different world.

Pisces raised his voice.

So? You were part of that world. You cant deny it! You may have only been his niece, but he cared about you enough to give you his armor!

It was a mistake!

It was his will. And you were part of his life! Enough so that he gave you this, even by mistake! You were part of a legends life, Selys. You cant deny it.

Shut up!

Selys thrust Pisces away. He retreated a bit, hurt. But he didnt give up. He called at Selys as she wrapped her tail around her body.

If you want to be ordinary, you can claim ignorance, but you know that youre at least related to

I said, shut up!

Selys screamed at Pisces. She was so frustrated and angry that she actually hissed at him. The sound was loud in the small room, an angry vipers hiss. Selys felt hot with embarrassment. Nonot hot. Warm. She saw Pisces staring at her, pale-faced, and felt awful.

Im sorry.

Selys.

Look, I didnt mean toyou should probably go.

Selys!

Pisces was pointing, his finger shaking. Selys looked at him. Then she turned.

Behind her, the Heartflame Armor blazed. It was on fire. Flickering, ghostly pale red and orange flames licked across the armor, burning without smoke. There was heat without sound, motion without fuel. Selys stared at the armor as it blazed.

Huh?

You did it!

Someone hugged her from behind. Selys yelped and looked into Pisces ecstatic face. The [Necromancer] danced about the armor, happier than Selys had ever seen him.

That was it! That was it! Of all the sounds! What genius! What simple

What? What was it?

Selys was confused until she recalled what shed done. Her eyes widened.

Hissing? But thats

So simple! Isnt it? You wouldnt expect it to be a phrase, and if you heard it in the heat of battleand its something only a Drake would do! Do it again! Turn it off!

Ill burn myself!

Try touching it from the inside!

Cautiously, Selys did. She could feel the heat of the flames, but the inside of the breastplate was simply warm. Selys hissed, feeling embarrassed, but to her astonishment it worked! The flames immediately vanished. Pisces whistled slowly.

Incredible. Hissing. A simple command, not lengthy, easy to activate and so simple that it would be overlooked by anyone attempting to guess the password. I suspect you can subvocalize the noise and activate the enchantment.

Sub what?

Make the sound so small, so inaudible that no one can hear it but you.

She tried it. The flames flickered into life across the armor though the hissing sound barely passed her lips. Selys jumped. Pisces smiled widely.

Wondrous.

Selys just stared at the armor. The flames licking across the metal were hypnotic. They werent just fiery red anymorethey had shifted to become slightly purple with a white core. As if the flames were reacting to something? It was magical fire, and a magical effect. Selys felt someone standing next to her. Pisces.

And so I ask you one last time, Selys.

She stared at him. Pisces pointed to the burning armor.

Look at it. Selys. This armor was given to you. It was your uncles will that you have it. I have but one question for you: do you want it?

Selys stared at him. She looked at the armor. She closed her eyes. She didnt need to think of the answer. Shed known it all along.

Yes.

Are you sure?

Selys nodded.

Its mine. Its what my uncle gave to me. Its mine.

She reached out and turned the enchantment off. Selys touched the warm metal slowly. Mine. Hers. Of course she wanted it. What Drake wouldnt? And there was a part of her that remembered. Shed wanted to be an adventurer, wanted to be a hero.

Maybe her uncle hadnt thought of it. Maybe he hadnt updated his will. But he had known the Goblin Lord was coming. Maybe he hadnt cared.  Or maybe hed remembered and decided to do nothing anyways.

Whats it like, Uncle?

Excuse me?

Pisces was staring. Selys turned her head. There was an epiphany in her mind, a rushing roar of understanding. She felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. Everything was slow and fast at the same time. Dreamlike.

What a strange world we live in.

Go on.

That was Pisces for you. He stared curiously at Selys, waiting for her to elaborate. She stared at the armor.

Is this real? Or am I dreaming? It doesnt feel real. Its like a fantasy. Something Id imagine. How could this happen to someone like me?

There was no answer. There never was. Selys was ordinary Selys. A Drake without aspirations, without ambition. Only, that wasnt true. Shed had all those things, once. Shed just given up on them.

The armor was heavy. Probably six pounds. Which was heavy, for the average breastplate. But it was balanced well. Selys lifted it off the stand. If you wore it, it would be easy to move around in. Far lighter than if you had a back plate too.

It felt like it should be heavier. Selys lifted the armor up. A legends armor. It had been worn by General Ironscales, by heroes of the Drakes. It had been worn by the Tidebreaker, and it had seen more battle and glory than Selys could ever imagine. It was an artifact worthy of myth.

And it still looked a bit tacky. Selys inspected the Heartflame Breastplate.

Then she put it on.

Pisces gasped. Selys fastened the straps around her body, feeling the metal shift to fit her form. It was a perfect match, despite having been on Zels chest before now. It fit like a glove. And it wascomforting. Selys turned and Pisces backed up. His eyes were wide. He looked awed, in wonder and happy with it. Another emotion shed never seen in him. Selys smiled.

Im going. Are you coming with?

Where?

She laughed. And pointed.

-

Liscor was busy in the rain. People walked to and fro under awnings, grumbling about the rain but accustomed to the seasons weather. There was a lot to do. Business was business and there was actually more business in the spring. A lot of Drakes were on boats outside the city, hauling in prodigious catches of fish and watching out for aquatic monsters. Others were fishing from the walls, casting their lines into the water and returning with buckets of fish of varying sizes, shapes, and taste.

So there were plenty of people on the streets. Plenty of people who were going about their ordinary days doing what they thought of as mundane things. They looked up when they heard the shouting. They saw an ordinary Drake striding down the wet street. An ordinary Drake, a young woman. A [Receptionist].

Wearing the Heartflame Armor.

Selys heard the shouting. Shed been hearing it since shed left the room with Pisces following. She had a crowd in her wake. Angry Drakes, [Guardsmen], officials. Shouting at her. Telling her all kinds of things.

Stop!

You cant do that!

Put it back!

Who do you think you are?

Noise. Selys walked through it all. She stopped in the street as Drakes and Gnolls paused, looking at her. The Heartflame Breastplate was warm on her chest. It shone. It would make a good nightlight. But that wasnt all it could do. Selys took a breath, her heart pounding. Then, ever so softly, so quietly even the Gnolls couldnt hear it, she hissed.

And there was fire. It sprang around Selys, covering her hands, her tail, her facebut she could see straight through the flames. It was only when she looked at her body that she saw the blue flame. She heard the angry shouting go silent. And then there were voices raised in awe.

They didnt matter either. It was just Selys, standing in the street. She stood and felt the armor burning.

Heat. Selys closed her eyes. She felt warm. Only, it wasnt heat. The burning flames around her didnt touch her scales. She didnt feel the temperature. But her heart

Her heart beat fiercely in her chest. Her blood rushed. Selys opened her eyes and felt alive. She looked around and finally took in the crowd.

People were staring at her. Hundreds. Some were running, others shouting. A Drake had fallen to his knees. A Gnoll was staring mesmerized into the flames. Another Gnoll was shaking her head, pinching herself. So many eyes, so many faces.

All turned towards her. It was surreal. Selys had been at the center of attention in the Adventurers Guild. She had made announcements, shouted for attentionnever this. This was something else. This was a moment she couldnt forget, a brief window in time where a part of the world had stopped to stare.

At her. Selys looked around and then started walking. She had to. She had to move. The crowd parted before her and trailed in her wake. Selys walked through the rain as it burned and turned to steam on her armor.

She walked with her knees shaking, her head light. Every head turned towards her. Selys felt the world passing slowly. For a second, a minute, she was the center of the world. It was terrifying. Amazing.

She wasnt supposed to be here. They were staringSelys shook like a leaf. But she was warm. And that gave her the courage to go on.

Down the street. Through the crowds as every person in Liscor came to a stop. Whatever they were doing, whatever they had plannedSelys occupied their attention. Zevara came running down the street and stopped. Embria paused as she and Ilvriss ran forwards. They became part of the audience.

Left at the intersection. Walking the same path from her apartment shed always done. Selys looked around, trying to remember this feeling. Trying to capture every moment for the rest of her life.

There was a two-story building ahead of her. The doors were worn with age. Selys put her hand on the handle and opened it. Adventurers rose to their feet. The [Receptionist] on duty fell out of her chair. Selys walked into the Adventurers Guild.

Her home. She heard the crowd press at the doors. She saw an elderly Drake walk down the stairs and waved at her. Tekshia stared at her granddaughter, blazing, on fire. Selys walked past the line of wet adventurers, seeing them flinch back from her. She saw the Halfseekers turn. Gold-rank adventurers, staring at her just the same as the children.

The [Receptionist] at the desk backed away. Selys rested a claw on the wood and saw it begin to burn. She lifted her claw and turned. A room full of faces stared at her.

Ten minutes. Thats how long it had taken for her to come here at a slow walk. Ten minutes. That was enough.

For ten minutes she had been a hero. Selys looked at her grandmother and saw Tekshia looking at her with an expression Selys had never seen on her face. Wonder? Awe? Respect? There were no words. Selys stepped behind her counter. She ran a claw over it and saw smoke rising. Then she leaned on the desk. She hissed and the flames died out.

In the silence, the smoke drifting from the desk drifted upwards and vanished. The Drakes, Gnolls, Humans, and other adventurers stared at Selys. She stood at her desk, wearing the Heartflame Breastplate. She smiled as wide as she ever had.

At the head of the crowd was a young man in white robes. Pisces stared at Selys. She beckoned him forwards, as if he were in line. He took a few hesitant steps. Selys leaned towards him.

So what comes next? Huh?

Pisces blinked. He stared at her, and then around the room. She didnt have to say it. She knew he was thinking the same thing. Sometimes, just sometimes, it was good to be the center of attention. At last, Pisces smiled. He looked at Selys, that challenging, excited gleam in his eyes.

I dont know. But Im eager to find out.

-

Selys stood in a room with an odd group. Watch Captain Zevara. Wall Lord Ilvriss. Pisces. None of them were people shed normally talk to. Well, maybe Pisces, but that was so new as well. And yet, she didnt feel afraid of talking to them anymore. Instead, Selys was all business.

When you wore the Heartflame Breastplate, people listened to you. Sometimes it was because you were on fire. But it was also because youd dared. Dared to put it on. Even Ilvriss hadnt dared to try. It was Selys armor. Hers.

And she was talking about giving it away. Pisces stood with a sheaf of parchment in hand, reading through his notes, talking animatedly. Hed been using [Message] spells all day. Hed taught himself the spell, apparently.

and in light of the new enchantments trigger being discovered, all of the cities are bidding desperately. They regard the armors powerscorrectlyas something that could turn the tide of battle if used to full effect. A [General] wouldnt need to fear danger and take to the front lines with far more certainty with such a powerful protective enchantment.

If my uncle had known how it worked, I wonder if it would have helped him.

Theres no telling. But the armor

Ilvriss stared at the breastplate. Selys had put it back on the armor stand. People also tended to stare at your chest if you wore it while talking to them. And it got heavy. Pisces nodded.

I have noted your increased bid for the armor, Wall Lord Ilvriss. Backed by your Walled City, you are of course fielding one of the highest bids for the armor, from a pure monetary perspective.

One of the highest? Who else is bidding?

Ilvriss swung around to stare at Pisces. The [Necromancer] smiled.

Confidential, Im afraid. Some of the potential buyers wish to preserve their anonymity, Im sure you understand.

Ilvriss narrowed his eyes, but he couldnt exactly sneer at or ignore Pisces. The young man cleared his throat.

However, yours is certainly an alluring bid. And Pallass is aware of it. They are concerned about Wall Lord Ilvriss ties to Liscor and have come up with a counteroffer, Selys.

He turned to Selys and smiled.

Theyre willing to offer you a modest sum if youll agree not to lend, lease, or otherwise give the armor to Wall Lord Ilvriss.

What?

Zevara and Ilvriss looked at Pisces. He looked smug. Selys stared at him.

Not to sell it to Ilvriss? But then Id be getting money

For nothing. Exactly.

Pisces looked around at the Drakes. He sighed.

Its a simple concept! A magical artifact can make money simply by existing and remaining neutralespecially in ideal circumstances like these. Pallass and the other Walled Cities are keen to get their hands on such an artifact, but not at the cost of outbidding each other. They would rather pay a small fee to ensure none of their enemies turn up on the battlefield wearing that armor than obtain it for themselves.

Thats robbery!

Zevara looked aghast at the idea of paying someone for nothing. Pisces laughed. He actually laughed!

No. Just politics. Terandria has treaties like this in place. Thats where I hit upon the idea.

And youre willing to hold onto the armor? Even if it means risking losing it? We cant guard it forever, especially if you want to wear it.

Ilvriss turned to Selys, looking exasperated. She shook her head.

I still want to earn money off it. More money, I guess. Come on in!

She raised her voice and the door opened. Ilvriss looked past Selys and up as a giant head appeared. A half-Giant head. Moore stepped carefully into the room, bending so as not to bang his head on the ceiling. Jelaqua strode in after her and Seborn appeared at their backs. Selys shook Jelaquas hand.

Youre serious about this?

The Selphid stared at the armor. Zevara and Ilvriss, catching on, stared hard at Selys. The [Receptionist] just nodded.

Im willing to lease the armor to your team, Miss Jelaqua. Lease, not sell.

For the dungeon? How would that work?

The Selphid scratched at the back of her head, her claws brushing the spines. Her tail twitched and Selys wondered if she could hiss using her bodys new throat. Theyd figure something out if not.

Its very simple. Ill let you use the armor to take on the dungeonor any missions in the area. Youd have to give it back to me after a set amount of time, but you can use it until our contract expires.

The Halfseekers stared at each other. Seborn raised a hand.

And if we lose it or it breaks? Were adventurers. Accidents happen.

If you can find something that can break the Heartflame Breastplate, Id love to see it. From really far away.

Selys folded her arms. She nodded at a book that Pisces had found for her.

Ive been doing some research. With Pisces. Possession of artifacts is very clear. Under Drake law it means that if you die with the armor on in the dungeon, its mine. If its stolen, its still mine. Only in war does that rule not apply. If you lose it in the dungeon, Ill hire someone to get it back.

And its not likely to break. Alright. But what happens to you in the meantime? Ive been hearing rumors that lots of people are targeting you. Id hate to get my team involved in

Jelaqua looked around at the other Drakes and hesitated.

politics.

Thats a good point. Miss Selys, your life would be danger ifespecially if you lent the armor to adventurers.

Ilvriss looked like he was struggling to find a flaw in Selys plan. The Drake [Receptionist] just smiled. She looked at Pisces who gave her a self-satisfied smirk.

Pisces had an idea about that, actually. Its the kind of underhanded thing I would expect from him.

I shall take that compliment in the spirit with which it was given.

Explain.

Zevara looked at Pisces. It was Selys who replied.

In the event of my death, the armor doesnt go to anyone in my family. No matter what I say, no matter what I might sign, itll go straight back to Magnolia Reinhart. With instructions on how to use it. That will is good for ten years, at which point Ill have to renew it or write another one.

Back to

Ilvriss spluttered in horror at the thought. Selys imagined that would be the reaction of most Drakes. She nodded.

Back to her. I cant change it no matter what. That will is solid and sealed by a Wistram Mage

Falene. Pah. As if I couldnt do the spellcasting myself given a moments time to study

The Watch Captain of Liscor ignored Pisces. She studied Selys seriously.

And if she has you killed? Magnolia Reinhart uses [Assassins].

Selys gritted her teeth.

Then shell have to get through every Drake who cares about the armor to get me. And Id say one Human [Lady] being after me is better than six Walled Cities pulling me apart, dont you?

Ilvriss had the decency to blush slightly. He looked around and sighed.

Ancestors. Youre serious about this, arent you?

Absolutely. Jelaqua, if youre willing, Ill lease the armor to you. I know I could find a team in Pallass or someone else in Liscorthe Silver Swords, maybebut I wanted to ask you first.

Jelaqua looked dumbfounded. She looked at her teammates, and then at Selys, rather helplessly.

Well of course wed love to borrow it, even for a day! But Selys, we cant afford

Oh, its not about how much you can pay me now. I just want a cut of whatever you get.

Selys interrupted the Selphid. Jelaqua snapped her fingers.

You do? Of course! A cut of the treasure!

I dont need artifacts or anything else. All I want is a percentage of anything you find. You can have first rights to artifacts and compensate me the cost.

The Halfseekers stared at Selys. She held her breath as they turned. Moore covered their heads as he bent his to confer. Jelaqua turned back within a minute.

Well, if its a percentage of our findings, we could offer you thirty percentbut lets talk this over, okay? Hows a drink sound? At Erins?

Selys smiled. She turned to Pisces and he gave her a thumbs-up.  He looked satisfied as he edged over to Selys.

I get a cut of the profits, right?

She stared flatly at him. Pisces lost his smile.

Ah. Was that the wrong time to ask?

He yelped as Selys poked him in the side. The [Receptionist] winked.

Well talk.

-

It wasnt over with the Halfseekers. Before they met to discuss the terms of their contract, which would be magically enforced and certified by Liscors Watch Captain, Selys strode into Tekshia Shivertails office. The elderly Drake looked up as Selys thrust a parchment onto the table for her. Selys didnt wait for Tekshia to speak.

The Goblins are going to be a Bronze-rank team. Theyll work their way up through the system, but this way Liscor can take credit for them entering the dungeon, and we get a cut of whatever they find. Otherwise we have five Goblins running about who arent under anyones control but Erins.

Tekshia picked up the form to create a Bronze-rank team. She studied it. Then she pushed it back across the desk.

No.

Selys leaned over the desk. She should have worn her armor.

Why not?

Tekshias face didnt change.

I dont trust them.

I do.

So? Youre not the [Guildmistress].

Selys stared at her grandmother. She glared, and then took a deep breath.

Im not. But I say it should be this way, Grandma. If youll sign this, Ill take responsibility for the Goblins. If they cause trouble, Ill take the blame. Not you. You can put that in writing.

She jabbed a claw at the parchment. For a second she thought Tekshia would scoff at her, but then, to her astonishment, Tekshia laughed. The elderly Drake grabbed a quill as Selys stared at her in astonishment.

Do you know how long Ive been waiting to hear you take some responsibility for your actions? Fine. If youll put your tail on the line

She signed the parchment with a flourish. Selys gaped at her.

What?

Oh, dont stare. Ive waited for ages for you to suggest something and have the spine to back up what youre suggesting. Youll never get anywhere by trying to get someone else to take the risks, Selys. An adult takes chances and backs them up! A shame you had to make Goblin adventurers your first big decision. Ah, well.

Tekshia sighed as she pushed the parchment back towards Selys. The Drake stared and then snatched the parchment up. She peered at the signature. It was real. She glared at her grandmother.

Wait, was this all another test? You mean all my suggestionsPisces cleaning the sewersall that was to prepare me to follow in your footsteps?

The old Drake paused in nibbling at her quill tip.

Hardly. I just dont like [Necromancers]. Whats this about you following in my footsteps?

I thoughtyou were preparing to make me the Guildmaster! Guildmistress!

What?

Youve been having me run about, do all kinds of important work for the Guild. And you keep talking about your bad back and how much work there is. I thought

Selys trailed off as Tekshia gave her an incredulous look. The old Drake shook her head.

Guildmaster? You thought I was grooming you to replace me? Hah!

She barked a laugh and pointed her inky quill at Selys like a dagger. Tekshia grinned, her teeth inky in one spot.

You can have my place when Im dead, Selys, and not a moment before! I just wanted you to take some responsibility and start leveling up again!

But

Selys felt like Tekshia had kicked the rug out from under her. The old Drake cackled.

Ill give you a small raise. Assuming youre not too busy running around in armor?

IbutyouI worked so hardand you

Selys spluttered. Tekshia shook her head.

Youre not having my job. Too much good fortune is bad for your character, anyways.

I hate you! I worked so hard! And for what? Im not working overtime again!

Selys raged as she turned and stomped away from the desk. She had to come back for the parchment. Tekshia nearly laughed her tail off. But she stopped Selys as the young Drake stormed for the door.

It was a smart idea to keep it, Selys.

Selys turned. The young Drake woman smiled at Tekshia, her anger forgotten.

I know. And I couldnt just give it away. After all, Uncle Zel gave it to me.

Tekshia sighed.

He did at that.

The door closed. Tekshia watched Selys hurry down the street through the window and laughed before snorting.

Guildmistress? Hah! Not this year.

Then she reached under her desk and produced something round and soft to nibble on while she worked. It was a cookie.

-

It wasnt over. Selys sat at a table in The Wandering Inn, talking animatedly with Jelaqua. She was no [Shopkeeper], but she had a certain degree of charm, and she could talk shop with any adventurer under the sun.

Im just asking for a reasonable percentage of whatever profits you make. With this armor you can literally walk through some traps unharmed. And the flame enchantment will protect you from all kinds of effects. For a Selphid youd practically be invulnerable, wouldnt you?

True. But we havent tested the magnitude of the enchantments. Forty percent is high. Hell, thirty percent is high! Were doing all the work!

And I have a legendary artifact. With it on you might be a Named Adventurer, Jelaqua. Think of that. If you dont want it, I could talk to Ylawes

The Selphid was thinking, Selys could tell. Jelaqua leaned back to whisper to Seborn, and someone passed by their table.

Another round?

Erin lifted a mug, smiling. Selys smiled too. She had barely had time to talk with Erin over these last few days. But that was the thing, wasnt it? Erin had her busy life to lead. She was always getting into trouble or finding something weird. And for once, Selys could relate.

Ill have a fruit drink, Erin. No more alcohol. But can I have another kebab?

Coming right up! Hey, did you know I didnt make this for once? Ishkrs really good at searing the meat. As good as I am with my [Advanced Cooking] Skill!

Erin left and returned with some hot skewers of pork and chicken. Selys gobbled one down happily as Jelaqua looked resigned. She had her on the ropes! Selys would be content with thirty five percent, actually. It was just a matter of getting the Selphid to agree

Selys paused as she chewed and swallowed. Her armor was going to be huge, especially if Jelaquas team found something. But there was something she had to do as well tonight. It had to be tonight. Shed talked with Zevara and it had to be tonight. Zels remains would be transported through to Pallass tomorrow with a huge honor guard. So

Erin, I need a big favor.

Oh?

The [Innkeeper] looked intrigued. Selys scooted her chair back to whisper in her ears.

I need you to pull a few strings to get some people to help me. Heres what Ill need

-

Later that night, two [Guardsmen] stood in one corner of Liscor as the rain fell unceasingly. They were on dutyit was customary for the Watch to post a guard here regardless of weather or circumstance. The graveyards of all major cities were well-tended and the remains were disposed of in such a way that the undead couldnt rise, but you could never be too certain.

It was wet. One of the [Guardsmen] shifted and yawned. He raised his voice and spoke above the patter of rain to his companion.

Say, Klb, old buddy. How much trouble would we be in if we were caught doing this?

The Antinium standing next to him paused. Rain dripped off his mandibles as he opened them to reply.

By saying we, are you referring to you and I as Senior Guardsmen, the four of us present in the graveyard, or the entire group including Watch Captain Zevara and Miss Solstice?

Relc paused.

Any of us.

Hmm. I believe in our case we would both be fired or forced to resign instantly, be court martialed, perhaps imprisoned and potentially be executed.

Ah. Right. I was just curious.

Indeed.

They turned their attention back to watching. Not watching for intruders, but rather, watching for anyone who might catch the two intruders already in the graveyard. They were holding shovels. One of them whispered to the other.

Can you hurry up?

Im trying! This would be easier if you let me use an undead rather than do it myself

Pisces straightened, mopping dirt, sweat and rain from his forehead. Selys glared at him.

What, and get murdered for desecrating the graveyard more than we already are?

I think this is a treasonous offense either way. The coffin is just a few more feet.

You sure?

It has bones in it. Of course Im sure!

Pisces was irate. He hadnt signed up for manual labor as hed pointed out all night, but Selys had trusted no one else. Ironically, the [Necromancer] was her only expert in this field. Digging up a grave.

Not just any grave either. Selys shuddered. She pointed at Pisces.

Dont you dare steal so much as a bone from this graveyard. I mean it, Pisces!

I wouldnt dare.

He sounded sincere so Selys relaxed. Pisces grunted as he hopped back in the hole hed dug.

Besides, all the bones are disposed of in such a way that they cant be used easily. Warded coffins, silver dustit really is inconvenient. Or so Ive heard.

Please stop talking. Youre standing over his grave.

Selys closed her eyes tightly. She clutched the urn to her chest as Pisces kept digging. She heard him pause.

Ah. Here we are.

Selys looked down. Pisces clambered out of the hole hed dug and eyed the gravestone in front of the hole. It was a marvelous tombstone, a grand thing that looked a lot better in the daylight. The name of the owner was emblazoned across it. A name every Drake child knew. A name from history.

General Sserys.

The coffin is right there. I presume you dont want to open it? Its probably loaded with enough ward spells to destroy half this graveyard if I managed to break through it at all.

Selys shuddered.

No, its fine. It just needs to be next to the coffin. Here. Give me a moment.

Pisces walked back. He stared at Selys as she opened the urn. In the pouring rain, Selys hesitated over the hole. A perverse part of her thought it would be so funny if she tripped and fell in. Then she stared at the urn.

It was so small. Too small. And try as she might, Selys couldnt find enough sadness in her heart. It was there, but shed done so much mourning that it was smaller. Truly. And this moment didnt strike her as sad. She held the urn over the grave and said a few words that were lost to the rain. Perhaps Pisces heard itperhaps not. The rain was loud. But then again, he could read lips.

Selys poured the urns contents into the hole in the ground. The ash fell, a brief cloud, settling into the grave. Selys stood there for a minute and then turned to Pisces.

Okay, lets cover it all back up. Hand me a shovel.

The two got to work, piling the wet, heavy dirt back into the grave and tamping it down. Pisces even levitated the plaque back into place, adding the uprooted turf so it looked like no one had ever tampered with the grave. The two stepped back and there was a moment where they looked at each other. Pisces cleared his throat.

Turnscale. Not a word Im familiar with.

Selys jumped. She glanced at Pisces and he shrugged. Selys hesitated and turned away.

Thats probably because its not a word youd find in any Drake book.

He nodded, flicking wet hair out of his eyes.

Youre most likely correct. But I can guess the meaning.

Yeah. Its fairly obvious.

From the context of what youve done, I can only infer one conclusion. Selys. Am I right in thinking?

Selys looked at Pisces. He fell silent.

Yes.

The [Necromancer] looked startled.

Truly? I can understand General Shivertail. But was Sserys?

The Drake [Receptionist] hesitated.

No one knew. He died long ago and uncle never talked about it. But I think he and uncle werehe wouldnt have written that if it hadnt been true.

Zel Shivertails will. The words that had been taboo, unutterable. Unthinkable. They came to Selys, unbidden.

Bury me with my love.

A simple request, nothing more. She had honored it as best she could. Selys turned away. Pisces stared at the grave.

Could you imagine?

What?

If it were true. Think of what that would mean for history!

It was true. No one talked about it.

Selys stared at the grave. It feltgood. Shed just dug up a grave, in a sense, despoiled the grave of Liscors greatest hero, General Sserys. If Embria had known about this she would have beheaded Selys and Pisces in an instant. Or stabbed them. She did use a spear. But Selys only felt good. It was what Zel had wanted. And she thought it was what Sserys would have wanted.

She lingered over the grave as Pisces walked back towards the entrance of the graveyard, where Relc and Klbkch were waiting. Selys stared at the grave. There was no grave for Zel, no marker of where he had been truly buried. But she thought he might have liked it that way. He didnt like standing out, in the end. Hed done it out of duty.

And now he was gone. Selys rubbed at her eyes but found nothing to irritate them but grave dirt. It truly was the end. She bowed her head and spoke one last time.

Goodbye, Uncle. Rest well.

Above, the rain kept falling. It should have stopped. There should have been a moment of peace, perhaps a brief ray of sunlight or something else. But there was nothing. Selys turned and trudged away. She looked back only once.

She wondered what had been. What might have been. And for an instant, Selys imagined a tall [General], proud and commanding, laughing with Zel Shivertail over a cup in the corner of an inn. For a moment Selys could see itthen it was gone. Selys left the graveyard, empty urn in hand. She had to come back fifteen minutes later to find the lid.

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Heres how it finished. That night, Selys stayed up late, taking care to wash all the dirt off her scales in a tepid bath of rainwater and soap. Then she sat in her small apartment and made a small fire, though the rainy spring night really didnt call for it. She let the fire burn hotly for a long while, breaking up the decaying logs and embers until it was burning low, and then extinguished it. Then Selys waited some more, until the embers were out. She gathered a dustpan and broom and began collecting what was in her fireplace. She got a good helpingnot too much, and sifted through it to remove any telltale debris.

At last, Selys poured the hot ash and dust into the urn, and then set it carefully on her dresser, wiping the rim so it looked polished and untouched. Selys stared at it for a second and then shook her head.

Have fun burying that with a big ceremony.

She turned, blew out the candle on her bed, and lay down. She was so tired. Selys hadnt ever been more exhausted in her life, not even after fighting for her life against the undead! She had worn herself down. But she felt good. Relaxed. Almost at once, Selys drifted off to sleep.

[Receptionist Level 19!]

[Heiress Level 6!]

[Skill Legacy Whispers: Heartflame Set obtained!]

In the night, the rain poured down. Slowly, the Drake sat back up in her bed. Eyes wide. She heard thunder, and then words. There was no voice that spoke them, no tongue to shape them. They appeared in her head, searing, unforgettable.

To find the helm of fire,

Look to deaths ire;

That village without rest,

Where the Putrid One met his death.

They were there, and then only a memory. But what a memory. Selys sat in bed, clutching her covers to her chest, heart pounding wildly. She looked around.

Ancestors.

And then she went back to sleep.