The Wandering Inn

Book 6: Chapter

Book 6: Chapter

Ryoka Griffin lay dreaming. It was a confused dream, a good one. And a sad one. She dreamed of familiar faces, of the dead who in her dream were living and laughing. An inn on the hill waited for her, and she found herself running towards the door and drawing ever further away.

With every step she took, she ran backwards. Until she came to a place where the ground was bare, and where frozen shards of ice glittered. And she heard the sound again, a fragile noise, as quiet as a heart breaking. Unforgettable.

Bad things had happened. Even dreaming, Ryoka Griffin knew that. Terrible things. Somewhere, in her dream, a girl was crying. And Ryoka was not there. She was far, far away.

But that was not the point of Ryokas dream. She was crouching, writing in the dirt next to the ice, when she looked up. She thought someone had called her name. Ryoka looked up and saw a face. It was not icy, nor was it familiar. But the voice was. And the figure laughed and reached out, from somewhere far away. She reached for Ryoka and told her it was going to be alright. And Ryoka reached up and tried to take that hand, believe that promise. She saw a smile

Up!

And a thud nearly shot her out of bed. Ryoka felt the impact shake the floorboards beneath her, felt her heart leap into her mouth, and practically somersaulted out of bed. She landed on the floor, ready to fight whatever had struck heruntil she remembered. Ryoka heard another thunderous impact, and the same, booming voice from below.

Get up, you lazy Runner! You too, [Fist Fighter]!

Ryoka slowly felt at her chest to make sure her heart was in one piece. She heard someone else fall out of bed. The thumping on the floorboards paused a second, and then Ryoka heard somewhere, down the hall, another impact. The inns third and fourth guests were rudely awoken the same way.

Up! Im not asking twice! Anyone not down in five minutes eats nothing! Wake up!

I guess its time for breakfast.

Ryoka muttered to herself as she rubbed her face. She stared out the window, and noted that it was barely past dawn. She stumbled towards the door, opened it, and walked outside.

A young man was blearily staring at nothing. He was bare-chested, stocky, shorter than Ryoka, but well-muscled. Only, he didnt give Ryoka the impression of a burly fellow, like the [Innkeeper] whod just woke her up. He was more of an average frame that had put on muscle without fat. Sinewy was the word Ryoka was looking for.

One of the reasons for Ryokas observation of these facts was that the young man in question, Alber, was naked except for some boxer shorts. Theyd been put on backwards.

She stared at him. He stared back, and then Ryoka realized she was nearly naked as well. The two gave each other another long look and then backed into their rooms. Five minutes later, Ryoka opened her door at roughly the same time as Alber. Both didnt say anything as they walked downstairs, but then Ryoka caught herself. She cleared her throat.

Uh, morning.

Alber looked back over his shoulder. He hesitated, and then nodded awkwardly.

Morning.

That was all they said, but Ryoka counted it as a victory. She walked down the rest of the stairs, avoiding a slippery spot halfway down to the bottom, and saw a huge man for whom the word burly had been made. He turned as he set out five bowls of soup on the first of the relatively clean tables of his inn.

Took you long enough! Here. Its from last night. Eat up and hurry upIm going hunting.

Ryoka chose one of the bowls and sat at a nearby table. Alber, without so much as a word, did the same. The [Innkeeper] didnt care. He was already wolfing down his breakfast, which, Ryoka had to note, hed added two eggs and a heel of bread to. Her bowl was unadorned.

Good morning, Mister Madain.

This time Ryoka didnt get to greet him first. Shed beenchoosing her moment when the other two guests of the inn came down the stairs. The person whod spoken was a thin girl, wrapped up in layers of clothing. She spoke carefully, her pale face poking out of her clothing. She sniffed, and wiped her nose. Madain, or Mad Madain as people called him behind his back and when they were sure he was out of earshot, looked up. He grinned at the young woman and the rather woebegone man behind her.

Morning, Fierre. And morning to you, whoever you are. Enjoy your sleep?

The fourth guest of Mad Madains inn, The Huntress Haven, blinked. He was a [Trader]. New to the city of Reizmelt. And apparently ill-liked, because no one had warned him of this inns particular idiosyncrasies. He blinked and looked at Madain.

I, uh, did. Thank you, Mister Madain. But uh, I didnt know wed be waking up

Like it? I came up with it myself. We all get up at the same time and eat together! I can lock up the inn that way. Here. Breakfast.

The [Trader] looked into the last bowl of meaty soupthe double of the one hed eaten last night. Fierre had already taken her bowl and was quietly eating it. He gulped.

I uh, I think I might go out for breakfast, sir. Did you say youll be locking up?

Madain scowled.

Yeah. In ten minutes. You want something from your rooms, you get it now, got it? Otherwise Ill be back in the afternoon.

Ah. W-when?

The question seemed to be too much for Madain. He slapped the table with an open palm.

I dont know! Sometime!

The [Trader] looked around. He got nothing from Ryoka, Alber, or Fierre. All three had heard variations of this argument before and wanted no part of it. Ryokas only concern was filling her stomach, and then figuring out how to wish Fierre a good morning too.

But this is an inn, isnt it? Couldnt you leave it open?

If I had a staff, yeah. I dont. And Im not leaving my inn open to get stolen from.

Madain scowled.

But if a [Thief] broke into it

Ill hunt him down, and cut his balls off. Whats the problem, man? Either eat or stop asking questions! My foods getting cold!

The two men stared at each other for a long moment. The [Trader] searched for words, and then shook his head.

Imgoing to get my things. Please dont lock up. I want to pay for my room.

He went back up the stairs. Madain glowered and shouted at his back.

Youre still paying for the nights you booked your room for!

There was no reply. The [Innkeeper] turned back to his bowl. His three remaining guests didnt catch his eye. Madain glowered at his meal.

Good. I didnt like him anyways.

No one replied. The scene just witnessed was a common one at The Huntress Haven. Ryoka, whod only been staying here for two weeks, was used to it already. And she had to beyou either learned to deal with the most infamous [Innkeeper] in all of Reizmelt, or you found somewhere else to stay. Most chose to find somewhere else to stay.

Mad Madains tale was a simple one. He was a retired adventurer. Gold-rank, or rather, hed been part of a Gold-rank team, which wasnt quite the same as being certified Gold-rank himself. But hed been good enough to survive until retirement, and hed done what most adventurers liked to talk about: open an inn. The problem was that Madain had exactly the opposite temperament that any good [Innkeeper] needed. He might have made a wonderful tavern owner. But [Innkeeper]? No.

One example of Madains style was how he woke up his patrons for breakfast. Hed decided early on that it was tiring to serve bed and breakfast all day and wait for people to wake up. So they woke up when he did and got out of his inn when he decided. Sometimes it was before dawn, others, late in the day. Regardless, when he was up, Madain served food, and then left his inn to fulfill his true passion: hunting. He had been a [Javelineer] and his arm was still as strong, even if he preferred to win his fights up close.

All of this just meant that his inn was very, very empty of regular guests. At least of the kind who stayed overnight. Still, if you could stomach mostly meat dishes, leftovers, waking up at dawn, and Madains own personalityyou couldnt beat those prices! Bed and breakfast, thank you. Plus you could be sure everything was fresh.

The inn had three regulars. Alber, the [Fist Fighter]. Fierre, who had sharp teeth and multiple jobs. And Ryoka Griffin. City Runner, otherworlder, and now, the Wind Runner as people had begun to call her.

It wasnt really a mark of fame. Madain still called Ryoka by her nickname because he couldnt be bothered to learn her actual name. As for Fierre and Alberthey kept to themselves. Alber was flexing his hands, and Ryoka knew he was eating lightly. Hed be out in the square nearest to the inn within the hour, with his little bowl and ring set up. He was a [Fist Fighter], and earned his coin challenging visitors and the citizens of Reizmelt to fights.

In a week, maybe three, hed probably be off, to another city where people had never heard of him before. As for Fierrewell, apparently shed been staying at this very inn for nearly a year. And Ryoka didnt know what her class was, but shed noticed Fierres teeth. They were sharp.

Ryoka finished her bowl quickly and sat back for a moment to let it digest. Despite her rude awakening, she didnt feel bad today. Not particularly good eitherit was another day. But shed said one out of three good mornings and that was a partial win, wasnt it?

Oi, Wind Runner.

Ryokas head snapped up. Madain was looking at her. He pointed with one stub of a finger.

Youre always humming that tune. Whats it called?

Ryoka coughed and turned a bit red. She looked at Alber for a secondshed been staring at him.

UhThe Boxer. Itsby Simon and Garfunkel. Its just a song I like.

Alber didnt notice Ryokas stare. Nor did he seem to notice the title of her song. Madain just grunted.

Who? Never heard of them. The names sound funny. Gnollish. You some kind of fur-lover? Been down south? I heard you came from that way.

Conversation was unusual during breakfast, at least, two-way conversation. Ryoka scrambled for a reply.

I did. Uh, I used to run around Celum.

Never been there.

Oh.

And like that, conversation ended. Madain went back to noisily eating. Ryoka stared at her empty bowl. Then she glanced at Alber again.

He wasnt from her world. Ryoka was sure of that. And yet, he was a [Fist Fighter]. Not the first this world had ever seen, but unique to Reizmelt. After all, fighting with your fists was normal enough, but for money? Why not be an adventurer if you liked hitting and being hit?

This world had no boxers. No tradition of the sport, at least, not in Izril. There were [Gladiators] in Chandrar, [Mercenaries] in Baleros, and [Sellswords] throughout the world, but no boxers. At first Ryoka had been sure that Alber was from her world. But he hadnt looked up at hearing the songs name.

Oh well. Ryoka sat back in her chair. Eventually, Madain stood up. He didnt ask for bowls or go around picking them up; Ryoka policed her dish and utensils and left them in the kitchen with Fierre and Alber. The three walked outside as Madain remained to eject the unfortunate [Trader]. The two young women and the young man exchanged a glance. The city of Reizmelt was still dark. Still waking up.

Ryoka saw Fierre coughing into the scarf wound around her head, for all that it was only cool. It was spring, and the world had warmed. Still, she was bundled from head to toe. She was certainly shivering enough to warrant it, butRyoka cleared her throat. Now.

Morning, Fierre.

The young woman jumped. She looked at Ryoka, and then gave her a smile that exposed exactly none of her teeth.

Morning, Miss Ryoka.

She hurried away before Ryoka could say anything else. Which was good because that was all Ryoka had. Good morning. Or Morning to be hip and chill with the modern generation. Ryoka sighed. Then she brightened. Alber was striding away, already putting on his leather gloves. Ryoka looked back towards the inn.

See you, Madain! And good morning!

The [Innkeeper] looked up from threatening the [Trader] with bodily harm as they argued over his fee. He opened his mouth, but Ryoka was already gone. And she was grinning.

Mission accomplished. Three out of three. The [Trader] didnt count. Ryoka hadnt prepared her heart for a fourth good morning. She began running down the streets of Reizmelt. The city had paved streets, smooth brickwork that Ryoka was grateful for. She kept an eye out for crap on the ground, though. Literal poo was not something she wanted to step in, or broken glass or anything else. And as she ran, the wind picked up.

It had been still in the air. But as Ryoka began to move and her stride lengthened, a breeze ran through the city. It was gentle at first. Then it picked up a bit. It filled the air and Ryoka smiled. The wind swept down the street, filling the air around her back. And it woke the city up.

A shutter flew open as Ryoka passed underneath. A man staggered to the open window, got a blast of wind in the face, and shouted at her back.

Run somewhere else in the mornings!

Ryoka waved an apologetic hand. The shutters rattled as the wind swept past them, seeming to delight in making as much noise as possible. She heard similar insults from other houses, but then a young pair of hands thrust open a houses shutters on the ground floor. A little face poked out and shouted.

Miss Wind Runner!

A gust of wind blasted into the childs face. She made a delighted noise, and climbed out of her window. Another child raced out the door. A young boy waved as he ran after Ryoka.

Wind Runner! Miss Runner!

Ive got work. Shoo!

Ryoka tried to fend off the little kids running out of their houses after her. Of course, that only made them chase her harder. In the end it didnt matter. Energetic as they might be, they were quite slow. Ryoka left them behind as she approached her destination. The Runners Guild of Reizmelt. She was a regular there. Or at least, the [Receptionist] knew her on sight.

There was a Runners Guild in almost every city. Big and small, where they knew every Runners face by name or where they had an assembly line. It was almost always a female [Receptionist] at the desk. Apparently that was a policy of the Runners Guild.

Ryoka slowed as she entered the building. She made sure to wipe her feet on the mat before entering, and she headed straight for the board filled with requests. The few other Runners chatting or doing overnight deliveries looked up when they saw her, but no one knew her well enough to call out. Ryoka studied the board and found nothing but cheap requests.

Deliver a package to the next city over. Do the daily bulk-letter delivery. Pick up a package from a village and deliver it. The fee for each delivery was marked and Ryoka saw nothing more than a few silver coins worth of work on first glance. Then she spotted a nice contract at the bottom. It must have been new, because it was good and no one had picked it up. She snagged it.

The [Receptionist] at the desk had been patiently waiting for someone to come to her. She watched Ryoka approach and then put on a cheerful smile.

Good morning, Miss Griffin.

Good morning. Heres my request.

The [Receptionist] checked the paper as Ryoka waited patiently. Shed probably been the one to put it up, because she looked up almost instantly.

Sixteen silver coins for a priority delivery to Blaisefords Lookout. Letter delivery. The deadlines by evening. Will you take this request?

The Runner hesitated.

Any counter-offers on this delivery? Any bounties I should know about?

Ryoka felt silly for asking, but she had to know. The [Receptionist] shook her head briskly.  She would have said if there was. Ryoka nodded.

In that case, Ill take it.

Wonderful. One second, please.

Ryoka waited as the young woman turned and went to a bunch of sorted packages ready to be delivered. She came back with the letter in questionhigh-quality paper emblazoned with a blue wax seal shaved with wood. Ryoka had expected it to be something like that. Whomever was paying for priority had to be fairly rich. The [Receptionist] briskly spread a map out in front of Ryoka.

The path from Reizmelt to Blaiseford takes eight hours for the average runner. There is a road the entire way there. However, please be aware that you will be travelling through the Himalt Swamplands if you take a direct route. There is a road that skirts the swamps, but this is a priority delivery and the interior route is relatively well-maintained. Be on the lookout for undead, submerged monsters and bandits, however. Weve had reports that the Bloodfeast Raiders were operating out of that area two months prior, and although theyve moved, any signs of activity should be reported immediately. Do you need an illustration of the known raiders?

The words were spoken quickly and briskly as she traced a path for Ryoka. The Asian girl shook her head.

No, thank you.

The [Receptionist] nodded and rolled up the map. Her leg buckled as she went to bend and put it away. Ryoka saw her catch herself. The two pretended the moment had never happened.

In that case, here is your letter. The seal you will receive is not Blaisefords usual seal. It will look like the following: blue stripes on white painted wood and a little crest of a bird, drawn in red

Ryoka memorized the seals description and nodded again. The [Receptionist] finally handed her the letter in question and marked down the time Ryoka had picked it up. And Ryokas name.

Things were more complicated in the north. Around Celum, the process would have been quick. Get to the desk, get your package, hear what deadline there was and if there was a threat in the areaand go. But here Ryoka not only got a rundown of the nearby threats, but her progress was monitored. She was more accountable. And that was because her delivery mattered up north, where it didnt further south.

To put it another way, the stakes were a lot lower around Celum, and the threats marginalunless you were to venture near the High Passes. Around Reizmelt, which was further north than Invrisil, the dangers to a City Runner were higher, and not from the local wildlife.

Bandits, bounty hunters, and only occasionally monsters were what killed Runners in the north. When Ryoka had asked about bounties or counter offers, shed been checking to make sure this delivery wasnt contested. As in, no one would hire a [Bandit] group to take her out or try and kill her and steal the letter for themselves. It was something she had to be very careful of.

As a City Runner, Ryoka was a low-tier pawn in any power game. It was unlikely she would get involved in a major incidentthat was a job for Couriersbut you never knew when you might attract the wrong kind of attention.

Still, this letter was only sixteen silver coins worth of cargo. On the other hand, it was almost a gold coins worth of money to deliver a single letter. True, it was an eight-hour journey, but it made Ryoka a tiny bit suspicious. So, as she left the Runners Guild she did not immediately head for the gates. Instead, she took a detour and went back the way shed come.

There were more people on the street, and they looked up as Ryoka ran past, the gust of wind following her. It had stayed outside of the Runners Guild, but it was still there when she left. This time it was a light breeze on her back. Ryoka turned down the street, passed the Huntress Haven, and came to a little door set in an alley not a block away. She knocked twice on the door, and then kicked it once. There was a long pause. Ryoka heard a little slot slide open, saw an eye for one second that she recognized. The pupil wasslightly red. Then the door quickly opened.

Delivery?

A young woman stood inside the tiny little retreat. There was a door on the far end which led to a [Carpenter]s shop, but it was locked, barred, and would never be opened. There were no windows in thisplace either. And Ryoka was pretty sure that the entire room was under some kind of magical ward. She could feel it in the air. It hummed in her ears, but she just nodded.

Just now. Im asking for an open-and-check.

She looked at the young woman as she walked behind her counter and sat on a high stool. Fierre, whom Ryoka had just seen, nodded and reached out.

Whats the delivery price?

Sixteen silver coins. Ill give youthree.

Four.

Three and six copper?

Done. What was the Runners Seal description?

Blue stripes on a white painted wood chip. Uh, a little bird in the corner. Red.

Thatsa [Lord]s personal seal. Let me look it up.

Fierre reached for a hand-bound book. She began flipping through it quickly. Ryoka interjected.

Try Blaiseford. Thats where

Someone knocked on the door and kicked once. Both girls froze. Ryoka went still, and Fierre looked up. She reached for something on the counter. A bell. She rang it once. The two heard footsteps, and whomever was there left. Theyd be back in thirty minutes. Or theyd find someone else.

Blaiseford?

Fierre looked at Ryoka as if nothing had happened. Ryoka nodded, glancing back at the door. Fierre noticed the look.

Dont worry. Even if they saw you come in, no ones reporting you. If they do, theyre in trouble.

Reassured, Ryoka nodded. Fierre went back to looking through the book. At last, she peered at a little entry and made a sound.

Ah. Here it is. Youre delivering to Lord Beilkit. Of House Malt.

Malt?

Ryoka suppressed a smile. Fierre looked up. Her lips twitched for a second.

Theyre an old family. A hundred andtwo years old. They earn their profits through their lands, actually. Sheep is big on their estates.

I see. How about the letter?

Let me check.

Fierre reached for a drawer, pulled out an amulet with a clear stone. She ran it over the letter lightly and shook her head.

No reaction. Want me to open it? Its just a wax sealtheres no trick to the letter that I can see.

Please.

One second.

Fierre reached over for a little blade, very flat, and lit a candle. She began warming the blade before carefully teasing at the wax seal as Ryoka watched. The running girl had a moment of qualm as she watched. But only a moment. She watched Fierre begin to tease the seal off the letter. The girl looked up.

You might want to stand back.

Right. Sorry.

Ryoka retreated to the end of the room. If Fierre had thought it was dangerous, she would have told Ryoka to wait outside. The girl opened the letter slowly, her movements careful, taking care to leave the seal intact. But both she and Ryoka were waiting to see what the letter contained.

Fierre was a Runners fence. Or perhaps information broker was a better word. Ryoka knew that Fierre didnt really deal on the wrong end of the lawcertainly not enough for the local authorities to worry about her. She wasan opener. And what she opened were envelopes.

The Runners Guild had a strict code. Runners delivered messages, through storms and mud, outrunning monsters and hiding from bandits. They were an incorruptible force that existed only to deliver goods and messages across the continent at lightning speed.

In theory. In practice, Runners were as corruptible as any organization. More so in fact; Runners didnt earn a lot to risk their lives, at least, unless they were Couriers or had cushy, safe contracts available at all times. So that meant their loyalty towards the people they delivered for was negotiable.

Highly negotiable, in fact. In the north, where information was worth gold, selling details about who was sending what to whom was highly profitable. Ryoka hadnt known that when shed first come north, but after two weeks of earning barely enough silver and copper to survive, shed picked up on how things were done. Shed paid for information, and found out that Fierre was one of Reizmelts local go-betweens, the person every Runner knew but didnt talk about. The person they went to when they wanted to know what they were carrying.

It wasnt something Fals or Garia would have done around Celum. Even Persua wouldnt have stooped so lownot because she was unwilling, but because there was no profit in it in the south. There werent enough of the nobility to justify the risk. But up north? Here you could earn gold coins for delivering a letter, if you made sure to sell the contents of the letter to a few information brokers on the way.

No tricks on the envelope. Hopefully the letters just folded and theres no trick to folding it or a slip meant to tearno dust or other contents

Fierre mumbled to herself as she gently inspected the letter. She was holding her breath too, in case someone had sprinkled something nasty into the envelope. Ryoka watched her, praying that Fierre wouldnt accidentally rip anything or give away that the letter had been opened. If that happened, Ryoka was in trouble. And if the letter contained a trap, she and Fierre were in trouble. It wasnt likely, but

The Runners Guild had their own methods of checking for poison or traps. After all, they were the middlemen and if one of their Runners delivered the equivalent of a bomb to someone, theyd suffer for it. But again, there were always exceptions. And sometimes people warded their gifts in creative ways.

Risky business all around. A Runner who was deemed too untrustworthy wouldnt keep their job. And if they annoyed the wrong people, they could skip being fired and end up dead. So everyone walked a tightrope. Was it better to be known to be trustworthy and get hired for that reason, or sell what you could and risk the consequences for profit?

Ryoka didnt open many letters she was given. But ones from the nobility addressed to each other were a different matter. She waited as Fierre took out a rather lengthy message, again written on expensive paper as opposed to parchment. The opener looked up.

Want me to read it?

Yes, please.

Fierre nodded. That was another service she provided. She scanned the letter, and to Ryokas surprise, the tips of her pale ears went red. She kept reading, though, scanning the letter from top to bottom. Then she looked at Ryoka and shook her head.

Nothing. An affair, thats all. Between

I dont want to know. Please seal it back up.

Ryoka spoke quickly. Fierre nodded. She put the message back in the letter and began to delicately heat the wax seal to reapply it to the paper. Ryoka breathed more easily.

So just an affair?

Mhm.

Was itinteresting?

Fierre smiled, and then covered her teeth with one hand.

Um. Its certainly worth something. The details alone would earn youhold on.

She pressed the wax seal back onto the letter and pushed it towards Ryoka. The girl took it, carefully blowing on the seal to cool it before she put it in the bag of holding on her side. Fierre was doing a bit of calculation with her quill, scratching into the wooden desk.

I couldI could give you six gold coins for the information.

Six?

Fierre flashed Ryoka a grin.

The details were very interesting. But um, I wouldnt recommend it. Because the contents of the letter are private, so the risks high

That it would be traced back to me. Got it.

Ryoka nodded and thought for a second. Six gold coins were appealing, but this secret sounded like it could bite her if the contents of the letter got spread around. She shook her head as she touched the bag of holding at her side. She could use six gold coins. Oh well.

No thanks. Not a word about it to anyone. Here.

She put three silver coins and six copper ones on the table. Fierre swept them up and nodded.

Thanks for the business.

Thank you. And uh, see you later.

The young woman nodded slightly. Ryoka coughed. Should she not have said that? On the other hand, it wasnt as if they didnt see each other every day. She walked back towards the door, slid the peeping slot open and checked the alleyway. No one was there. Ryoka opened the door, and slipped out.

Her encounter with Fierre had taken about ten minutes and set her back roughly four silver coins. Not ideal, but it had been worth the time spent. Or so Ryoka felt. She consoled herself over the loss of the silver coins as she ran towards the gates.

Its not like its not a waste of coin. I know the letters not trapped, that Im not walking into a trapprobablyand Im solidifying my reputation. You know?

The wind blew around her in response, snatching her words up. Ryoka sighed, but then she smiled as the wind blew her hair and raced ahead of her, through the gates. The [Guardswoman] on duty looked up, and a man driving a wagon turned his head as Ryoka raced out of the city. The Wind Runner left Reizmelt behind.

Everyone plays this game. Im not a bad person for doing it. Im a bad person for other reasons.

Ryoka informed the wind. It didnt seem to care. It blew at her back, lightening her steps ever so slightly. No, more than that, it made a difference. As she ran across the flat grasslands that was Reizmelts landscape, the wind blew more and more fiercely, and Ryoka felt herself take off.

The wind at your back. If you had ever run through a gale, you knew how hard it was to run with the wind in your face. But when it was behind you? Sailors on ships, airplanes, runnersit didnt matter who you were. The wind would slow you down or make you run faster. And the wind was always at Ryokas back these days. It was why she was called the Wind Runner. It washer one triumph.

Ivolethes last gift to her.

Ryoka turned her face up to the sky. It was clear. The sun shone down warmly, but the wind made her cool. It blew the scents of spring around Ryoka. Budding flowers, fresh earthand she felt a chill of excitement run through her. The wind was at her back. Ryoka was running with the wind.

A young boy was sitting with his father as they moved towards the city in a wagon. They were probably [Farmers], or else they lived in a nearby village and they had business in the city. As they moved down the dirt road, they saw Ryoka run by. The little boys eyes widened as the wind blew in his face, nearly lifting the hat off his head.

Look! Dad, look, its the Wind Runner! Shes leaving the city!

He clung to his straw hat, pointing excitedly at Ryoka. She heard him only after shed passed; the wind snatched up his words and sent them to her. She half-turned and waved. The little boy waved back excitedly, the wind blowing around him. Ryoka smiled.

This was her magic. Her power. Shed run from Liscor, left Erin behind, run far as she could after Ivolethe haddied. Shed run away from it all because she was too weak. Too weak to stand up to Azkerash and Venitra. Too weak, and too destructive. So shed run north, to try again. And on the way shed found the wind.

It had taken her a month and a half. Not long. Not long at all. That was how long shed been gone from Liscor. It felt like far longer. But Ryoka had counted every day. It had taken her two weeks of running, barely stopping to rest to find Reizmelt. Shed passed Invrisil, the City of Adventurers. Shed gone further north still, footsore, weary. And by the time shed gotten to Reizmelt, shed understood the wind.

Not by learning. Not by reaching some epiphany. Just by being alone. Alone, with nothing but the wind to keep her company. And her guilt. And it had reacted to her. Perhaps it was Ivolethes loss that did it. Ryoka could still remember the sound.

I wish she could see this. Shed probably tell me not to get a big head. I said run like the wind, not with it blowing about, you stupid fool! Or something like that.

Ryoka laughed softly, and the wind carried her words away. She was alone. Alone, but for the wind. That was how she lived. There were other Runners on the road of course, and Couriers too. Ryoka sometimes saw them running like lightning across the ground. And there were people on horseback, wagons, adventuring teams marching to slay some monster or other

But Ryoka ran alone. Alone, but for the wind, and her thoughts. Ryoka started talking to herself in short bursts. It was a new habitmainly because she felt like the wind listened, even if it didnt understand. It wasnt a person. It didnt think. But it wassomething.

My reputation. Its probablygood? Fierres going to sell what I did, right? Can Ipay to check my own reputation somehow? I really dont want to be known as a snitch.

So far, Ryoka had only sold information about what she was delivering three times. And each time, it hadnt been anything highly confidential. True, shed never been handed something top-secret, but she liked to imagine she was establishing a reputation was someone who could be trusted not to open deliveries. Okay, shed had all the expensive-looking parcels opened by Fierre, but shed never asked to see what was inside. That was important, because Ryoka was sure that Fierre was reporting that detail as well.

Runners went to openers to collect information, but details of what they did with that knowledge would be sold as well. Ryoka had no doubt that Fierre was doing the same dance of selling what she knew to other information brokers, while maintaining some level of confidentiality. And if that was the case, Ryoka had a vested interest in maintaining a reputation as a reasonably-trustworthy City Runner. It was all politics in the north. Politics, alliancesinformation was coin.

But at the end of the day, you still need to do the delivery, am I right?

Ryoka turned her head as if the wind was a real thing, flying by her side. She grinnedand then sensed something. A changing in the winds. Ryoka missed a step and then threw up her arms.

Aw h

The wind changed. Suddenly, it blasted southwards, buffeting Ryoka from the side. It tore at her clothes, and Ryoka found herself stumbling, cursing as grass stems and dirt were blown up and into her face. She staggered in the direction the wind was going, pushing, trying to make it stop, but it was like trying to heave a mountain uphill with just her mind. The wind howled for a second, ten seconds, seventeen

And then it stopped. Ryoka opened one eye, wincing, and then wiped at her face. She stared a black bug crawling on her hand, and flicked it off. It took wing and a little gust obligingly blew it away. Ryoka looked around.

Gust from the north. Ow.

She sighed and shook her head. She thought about swearing or throwing something atthe air, but there was no point. It wasnt as if the wind had done that maliciously. The winds had changed, that was all. The winds could get very strong around Reizmelt. She should have noticed they were changing sooner.

I forgot rule one. Okay.

Ryoka began jogging again. The wind blew at her back, obligingly helpful as always. And if Ryoka wanted, it could blow in her face, whirl away a cloud of gnatseven gust hard if she willed it. But she had to remember the first rule of running with the wind.

Rule #1: The wind is not your friend. It didnt think, at least, not as far as Ryoka could tell, but it did havemoods. Unlike the fey, the wind was a force of nature and that meant it wanted to blow, to gust. Her control over it was personal. When the air currents changed and a gale blew up, Ryoka could either run with the wind, or fight itand that was dangerous.

How would I explain it to Erin? Hey Erin, I can run with the wind. Ive gotwind speed. No, thats awful. I can control the wind. Yes, like a super power. No, I wont use it to sweep dust out of your inn. Okay, maybe. But am I getting paid?

The young woman laughed. Then she grew sober.

But the windI cant control it. Itsnot mine. Thats what Ivolethe would say. Ye fool, you. The wind obeys not you nor I! It only follows. If it changes its mind, it will blow your silly head off. The wind is stronger where ye move. But it is not yours. Force it and youll I dont know. But the backlash probably gets worse if I try and conjure a tornado. If I can even do that.

The wind was stronger where Ryoka was. That was all. Stronger, and inclined to follow her. Where there was no breeze, one sprang up around Ryoka. Where the wind was a hurricane, it would bea larger hurricane with Ryoka nearby. But she couldnt control a hurricane. She could only suggest, push the wind slightly. And it didnt obey her completely even then. Her mood affected the wind. If she raged, it raged. If she was calm, it was calm.

It was like having a magical, invisible friend. Slightly frightening. But oh, so grand. Ryoka looked up as some grass blew upwards. High, high into the sky. So far up that she couldnt see it. But the wind still rose, ever higher. Some days she could just sit on a hill and stare up into the sky and feel the wind blowing. It made her smile.

Smile. Ryoka kept running. She felt her toes pressing down on soft grass. And she began to run faster.

And that was all Ryoka did for the next few hours. Just run, at a jog she could maintain for hours, watching the landscape change. People on the road passed by, and Ryoka came to a crossroads. She studied the sign, went north. Another hour on the road, and then she went east.

The ground changed then. From solid earth to marshy waters, filled with tall reeds. And unexpected places where the ground suddenly became water. Ryoka ran slower here, keeping to the smaller dirt road. There were fewer travellers around. More bugs. And the Runner girl checked her belt, wary of monsters lurking in the waters.

It was at this point that the wind decided to blow again. Ryoka yelped as some water sprayed her in the face. She took two steps forwards, slipped as the trail suddenly met a spot where the waters had flooded it with spring rains, and fell. She got up, cursing, and shook her fist at the wind.

Youre as bad a Frost Fyoure half as bad asyou really piss me off, sometimes!

The wind blew around Ryoka, and she imagined it was apologetic. Grumbling, Ryoka got up.

I hate marshes.

And apparently, the marshlands hated her. By the time Ryoka reached the city of Blaisefords Lookout, which sat far enough away from the marshlands, shed decided that the shortcut through the marshes was not worth it. True, it had saved her hours, and shed reached Blaiseford in six hours, but she was muddy, and a few bugs had managed to bite her despite the winds protection.

Is that a Runner I see, or a marsh monster?

One of the [Guards] at the gate called down at Ryoka as she jogged up to the entrance. She opened her mouth to snap. And then she caught herself. Wait. He was smiling. It was a joke. Ryoka reconfigured what she was about to say.

You try running through that damn marsh and not slipping. Why the hell did you decide to build a city at the edge of a marsh, anyways? Are you all crazy?

The [Guard] chortled, and one of his fellows called down.

Its good hunting! And weve got [Farmers] who love the place! They drained a new patch of land and theyre growing crops faster than we can eat them! Whats not to love? So long as we dont have to get near the place.

True enough.

Ryoka shook her head. There was a lot she could say about draining wetlands and ecologybut after slipping twice and finding the swampy waters around her, she wasnt in the mood to speak up for the marshes. She looked up at the [Guards].

Mind giving me directions? Im on a delivery to the uh, Malt Estates.

Oh, its to the left. Just follow the nicer roads. Youll see it poking over the rooftops. Big building. Blue roof tiles. You see it?

The [Guards] pointed Ryoka over, smiling. She nodded and waved at them. See? Wasnt that easy? And she hadnt cursed at them or flipped them off.

Better. Ryoka ran down the street, attracting few head turns for her appearance. But no one had heard of her in this city. She stopped in front of a very rich mansion that was set inside the city. Rather incongruously, but Ryoka supposed that it was important to stay inside the walls. She walked up the steps to the door and rapped on it loudly.

City Runner on delivery!

She waited for a minute. Then the door opened. A very proper [Butler] opened the door and blinked at Ryoka. Not in surprise, but more distaste. His gaze went first to Ryokas muddied clothing and then to the two missing fingers on her right hand. And then to her bare and muddy feet.

You have a letter for Lord Beilkit? Please present it.

Here you are. May I request the seal?

Ryoka fumbled for the letter. The [Butler] looked askance at her slightly grimy fingers touching the letter, but Ryoka wouldnt give it to him until he presented the seal and shed checked it. They exchanged letter and seal.

Thank you. Is there a return letter? Im available to wait if

No. Good day to you, Miss Runner.

The [Butler] coldly shut the door. Ryoka stared at the door and heard his footsteps moving off. She bit her lip. No tip. It sometimes occurred, especially in noble houses. Magnolia Reinhart had been famous for her tipsnow, wasnt that an old memory? But nope, not here. All she got was a dirty look after six hours straight of running. Ryoka turned and began walking away. She was hungry, tired, and she wanted a bath.

-

Okay, so some days arent the greatest. I cant help but curse that [Butler] as I walk away from the fancy mansion. I try to shed as much dirt from my feet on the lovely white stone tiles as I do.

Jerk. He didnt have to look at me as if I was pond scum. I know Im dirty. And yes, my fingers are dirty. Okay, I could have wiped them, but I forgot. And what if Lord Beilwhatever wants to send a letter back, full of salacious sexual tension? I could take the letter and save him a trip to the Runners Guild. I could even wait outside and come back!

But no, instead I get sent off. Think it was easy running through the marshlands? I was on the lookout the entire time for a Swamp Troll or something moving in the waters. I nearly peed myself when that frog croaked.

Stomp, stomp, stomp. I calm down a few minutes after leaving the mansion. I have to remind myself to be calm. The wind helps. I take a few deep breaths. Speak in my head because speaking out loud tends to get people looking at you strange.

Calm down, Ryoka. You did your job. You got paid for itwell, youll get paid for it. You did it, you were professional, you didnt snap at the [Guards] and you even made them laugh. You said good morning. Now youll get some food, maybe see if theres a bathhouse, go to the Runners Guildyou can even use a tiny bit of healing potion for those bites. You did it. Now get out of your head.

The young woman shook her head. And she stopped obsessing over the last encounter shed had, no matter how much she wanted to. It was hard at first, and then she looked up and felt the wind swirl around her.

Hoi, Miss Runner! Got the boot, did you? That swanky butler tell you off before or after he took your delivery?

The [Guards] on the gate were switching posts. Ryoka looked up and grinned. Suddenly, they didnt seem so bad. She shouted at the taller, brown-haired one as the shorter one with red hair and freckles grinned at her.

I didnt even get through the front door. Last time I do a delivery to this [Lord]! Next time he can run through the swamps instead.

They laughed at that.

Our citys not that bad! You just need to take the main road. No one maintains the swamp routenot in the spring.

No one told me that. The [Receptionist] at my Runners Guild said it was fine.

Hah! Where are you from?

Reizmelt.

Oh? Not far! Hey, I have a cousin who lives around there. Hes a [Butcher]. Do you think I could send a letter with you?

For a copper coin, sure. Im going back there. If you can get it to the Runners Guild within the hour Ill take it with the bulk letter delivery and anything else headed that way.

The shorter [Guard] brightened. He nudged his companion.

Hear that? All I need now is a [Scribe]. Whos open at this hour?

Mm. Try the fat lady down Elmhearts road?

But shes no fun.

Shes married, Greilm.

The twos banter somehow reminded Ryoka of another pair of [Guardsmen]. She smiled.

Right, but before thatdo you know where I can get something hot to eat?

Theyve got wonderful seared fish at this innor if youre in the mood, fresh breads being sold at this [Bakery] with cheese in the filling

The two directed Ryoka to a number of the best eats according to them. And soon Ryoka was chomping down a hot cheesy mini loaf of bread and a seared fish straight from the marshes. Belly full, she was even able to smile as she went into the Runners Guild this time.

Delivery to turn in. Heres the seal.

Lord Malts seal? I hope you didnt go to him looking like

The girl at the counter raised her eyes at Ryokas condition. The young woman made a face. The girl was barely sixteen, but she was giving Ryoka the same knowing look the [Guards] had.

It was a priority delivery. I thought speed was important.

Maybe. Next time come here and we can rinse you off first. Speaking of whichyou want some hot water?

No, Im headed back to Reizmelt. Ill take the bulk-letter delivery and whatever else youve got. Is there anything?

No, sorry.

The girl looked genuinely apologetic. She handed Ryoka a small sheaf of letters. The Runner girl sighed. Copper coins for the lot, then.

Thanks.

The young [Receptionist] eyed her.

Are you sure you dont want a bath?

Ryoka hesitated. She did want one. But shed be on the road, and so what was the point? She could take one at Reizmelt. She smiled.

Thanks, but Ill pass. I appreciate it, though.

No problem! Have a good run, Miss?

Oh, Ryoka Griffin. Here. I can sign

Awkwardly, Ryoka signed over her name and collected her earnings for this delivery. She wished the girl at the desk farewell and left the Runners Guild. And suddenly, Ryoka was in good spirits.

It had nothing to do with the bug bite on her ear, or the mud. Or her tired legs, which were asking for a Stamina Potion. But Ryoka felt good because here she was. Talking to people, making small chat, not blowing up. Being a Human. It shouldnt feel so good. But it was hard. And she had to work at it. But when it did happen, she felt good.

Ryokas high spirits lasted all the way to the edge of the city. Then she started running and her good mood didnt so much evaporate aswell, it took second place to running. When Ryoka was in the zone she stopped thinking as much. She would have put her ear buds in and zoned out to an audiobook or her songs on her iPhone, but it was dead. And there was no [Mage] she trusted to repair it. So Ryoka ran.

-

This was a Runners life. Run, and run, and run. And get back to Reizmelt footsore, pouring a tiny bit of healing potion on a cut on the bottom of her foot. Tired, exhausted, really. But Ryoka had gone the long way around the marshes and at least she didnt have any more mud on her. She headed straight for the Runners Guild, dropped off her letters, and made one delivery in place of the Street Runner.

Hey, are you Emid?

Who wants to know?

The [Butcher] turned at his counter. Ryoka presented him with a letter.

Fresh from your cousin in Blaiseford. Greilm sends his regards and says you should come over and try the fish sometime.

The [Butcher]s heavyset face brightened into a smile.

You spoke with Greilm? Hows that lazy bastard doing?

He seemed to be enjoying himself.

Ryoka smiled. She chatted with the butcher named Emid for a few more minutes. Shed spoken with his cousin earlier this day, but it had been eight months since Emid had last seen his cousin, at their familys home. And again, somehow that made the run a bit more worth it. Ryoka even got a tipfour copper coins. Generous, for a letter like that.

Tired, Ryoka walked back down the street towards the Huntress Haven. She was so weary that she thought she might try climbing into her second-floor room from the outside if Madain wasnt back yet. It was evening, after all. She paused in a square to look and see if Alber was plying his trade, but he wasnt there. In another part of the city, probably. But Ryoka did hear a familiar voice.

News from the Blood Fields! Gather round, gather round! Lord Tyrion met the Drakes in battle after challenging the Walled Cities to combat!

A [Crier] was standing on a little platform, shouting loudly to his audience. He was a small man, but he had a Skill or his lungs were superb, because Ryoka could hear him clearly at a distance. She drifted over, and, spotting no handy benches or ledges, elected to sit on the ground instead. She saw a few children and adults come over, hungry from news from abroad. The [Crier] shouted his message at his crowd, starting with the news of Lord Tyrion Veltrasa name Ryoka had heard often this last monthfirst.

Over forty thousand Drakes lie dead in the Blood Fields! Lord Tyrion Veltras is returning north with the majority of our army intact! Another victory for the north!

A cheer went up from the crowd. Mostly muted, though. Ryoka saw that it was more adults that were happy about the news than the children. Forty thousand Drakes? It was just a number to them. For Ryokas partshe didnt smile, but listened intently as the man went on.

Lord Veltras personally led the charge and broke the disorganized Drakes lines twice-over! His [Mages] greatly outnumbered the green, and green-scaled [Soldiers] the Drakes took to the field, and our nobility laid havoc to their ranks! First, it is reported, Lord Veltras army opened up with a daring charge followed by wave after wave of our finest infantry, wielding Human-forged steel

Which makes it better, of course.

Ryoka sighed. She listened with one ear to the play-by-play, but then gave up. It was just details of the battle, not whether Liscor was doing well. Or anything else. The audience listened, captivated by the [Crier]s words, though. He was a storyteller as much as a reporter. And in truth, Ryoka had only one label for his announcements and that was propaganda.

She didnt believe it was the one-sided victory for Tyrion Veltras that the man claimed it was. And if it had beenwhy? By all accounts, the Drakes were very good at war. If forty thousand of them had perished, how many Humans had died? Or how had Tyrion Veltras won so decisively?

It didnt matter. She was far away and nothing she knew could affect what had already happened. But Ryoka still kept and ear out for all news around Liscor. She still felt a pang every time she thought about the city. But if she went back nowno. Not yet. She wasnt ready yet. She didnt deserve to go back yet.

Ryoka bowed her head, tired now. She noticed the [Crier] was done, after relating a tale about a giant Griffin slain by some adventuring team up north and the death of a beloved [Toy Maker] in the local area. He didnt have news about world events at the moment, or hed judged his audience wasnt in the mood for news like that.

Ryoka wished hed talked about the other continents. Chandrar and the King of Destruction, maybe. It had been too quiet over there. Or what about Rhir? Baleros? She wished there was some other way to get gossip, but if she began paying for news shed eat up her remaining coin supply. And she had spent almost all the gold she had paying for

Ryoka was feeling the charms at her waist and the equipment on her belt when she noticed two things. Another person had taken the [Crier]s place, to considerably more enthusiasm and a larger crowd. The [Crier] scowled as a [Troubadour], or perhaps just a [Bard] with a lute took up a spot on the little wooden stage. She began to sing popular songs on request, and in accordance, the crowd began dancing, singing along or just listened. Some [Shopkeepers] moved outside to sell and join the crowd, and a few of the artisans did likewise.

Among them was a familiar face. Ryoka picked Fierre out of the crowd in a moment; she was sitting outside a shop, keeping her body low and sheltering a mortar and pestle with one hand from the light breeze in the air. She was quite careful to let none of what she was grinding spill as she listened to the [Troubadour] sing.

Apparently Fierre had more than one job. Whichmade sense. Openers probably didnt get all that much work and there would be a lot less deliveries this late at night. Plus, Ryoka suspected that if a Courier wanted to use a go-between, they might go to someone with more experience and gear than Fierre.

There she was. Ryoka had a mixed reaction to Fierres presence. Part of her, old Ryoka, said to leave her be, to not talk to anyone, and to sit in her room and wait until it was time for dinner and then sleep. But new Ryoka, which was to say, the part of her that wanted to change, said to go over and say hi. But how did you do that? Ryoka had no idea. No experience. So she used her best technique.

What would Erin do? It was a question that guided Ryoka. It gave her courage. And it was one she could always answer. What would Erin do?

Hey Fierre! I just saw you. Over there. Because I was staring. Whats up? Opened any interestinguh, I mean, hows thewax business?

Ryoka smiled. She filled her heart with the image of her friends face and got up. A bit of courage. She walked over to Fierre. And paused as an old woman threw open the door to her shop.

Fierre! Dead gods sake, I told you

The woman had to be in her late sixties. She had grey hair, a smutched apron and clothingonly the stains werent from blood. In fact, they were in quite a number of colors. And the old womans skin was similarly tattooed by foreign substances. She was an [Alchemist]; the smell emanating from her shop told Ryoka that. And she was holding something. A light mask made out of cloth. She thrust it at Fierre as the girl looked up. The old [Alchemist] berated the girl as she pointed at the mortar and pestle.

Ive told you time and againyou cant grind Duskwilter stems without a mask! And outside? That scarfs not enough protection, not by far! You have to do it inside with the mask! And glovesthicker ones! IllIll fire you if you dont remember next time!

Her voice quavered with worry, giving away the lie. But Fierre did duck her head.

Sorry, Miss Kelysta.

The [Alchemist] shook her head as she picked up the little, sealed package of what had to be the dangerous Duskwilter stems with extreme care.

Youll get the shaking and paralysis within four years if you keep it up! And people will look to me! Your coughingcould it be?

She noticed Fierres shiver and turned paler with worry. The girl tugged the scarf further around her faceshed been sitting in the shade tooand shook her head.

Its just a fever. I caught a cold.

Another one? But I gave you a potion that

Miss Kelysta disappeared back inside her shop, fussing over Fierre. Ryoka watched. Grinding up poison in front of the shop without a mask? Dangerous. But if Fierre was who Ryoka thought she was, maybe poison was low on her list of things to worry about. But then why was she shivering? To pretend she needed the heavy clothing? Maybe

Ryoka saw the shops door close and realized shed missed her chance to say hi. Of course, she could; Fierre was probably working away inside. Erin would brush right in, ask about the flowers and if they were good in a stir fry, and probably help Fierre out while chatting to Miss Kelysta. And Ryoka could do that. All she had to do was open the door

For a solid twenty seconds Ryoka hesitated in front of the shops door. Then she turned away. She slunk off as a voice in her head berated her for her cowardice. But Ryoka kept going. Maybe next time. You couldnt win them all.

-

Be a better person. Be sociable. Run faster. Learn to read the wind. Ryoka tried to put that mantra into practice that night, as she ate a Corusdeer steak. Rare. The Huntress Haven was bustling, Madain was in a good mood from a successful hunt, and Ryoka was enjoying her food.

What kept Madains unique inn afloat was the fact that he served meat almost every night, and that his alcohol was cheap. As such, the dining hour earned him a lot of his profits. That didnt meant the inn was full to burstingit just meant there were more people in it than his three regulars.

And Ryoka got a steak. Fresh, only a tiny bit too bloody, and she could have seconds if she wanted. If you could get over the early hours and Madain, staying at his inn really was rewarding. But it wasnt the [Innkeeper] Ryoka was focused on tonight. Madain was busy serving food in between telling stories of his glory days to anyone who would listen.

No, it was Alber that Ryoka was interested in. And Fierre, but the girl didnt let anyone eat with her. Ryoka notedonly because she made a point of spotting anything that confirmed her theorythat Fierres steak was so bloody it could have gotten up and walked.

Alber was sitting at a table, eating alone like Ryoka. He had several bruises unlike her, but it looked like hed come out ahead without any fights against adventurers. He was eating slowly and Ryoka wondered if hed cut his mouth. The [Fist Fighter] was surprisingly reluctant to use healing potions of any kindmaybe hed learned that it wouldnt toughen his body if he healed up right away.

Now was the time. Ryoka had exchanged good mornings with Alber for an entire week now, and shed even had that bonding moment with him being knocked flat the other day. She got up and carefully walked over with half her steak on her plate. Alber looked up as Ryoka came over.

Uh, hi. Mind if I sit?

Brilliant opening. Just, 100% smooth style. But Alber just nodded and cleared his gloves out of the way. Ryoka sat across from him, which immediately felt like the wrong move. He glanced up at her.

So. How was business?

Fine.

Alber looked up, slightly uncomfortable. That made two of them. Ryoka tried to smile, and then realized she looked even weirder. Calm down. Do the Erin thing.

Uhhad any good fights?

One. A [Miner]. Good punches. Got me twice.

Alber gestured to a bruise on his upper collarbone, and tapped his ribs. Ryoka nodded.

Ive seen you fighting every day. Youre pretty good. Self-taught?

Thats right.

Have you ever taken lessons? I mean, from someone else. Im only asking because I know a thing or to. About fist fighting.

Alber looked up from his steak.

You do?

Ryoka nodded, encouraged by the way this was going.

Sure! I took lessons when I was a kidI was wondering if you wanted me to show you a few moves. Your uh, style is good, but it could use work. Id love to show you what I learned to improve it. When that Gold-rank adventurer got you, I thought that you could have had him if you were baiting him a bit more. If you changed the way you foughtwant me to show you sometime?

Too late, Ryoka realized she might have said too much. Alber was frowning. He looked at Ryoka and both of them heard a guffaw.

You? Teach him to fight?

Madain shouted over at the two of them. Somehow hed overheard. He laughed and some of his buddies laughed with him.

Sure, let the Wind Runner teach him how to dance about! Use magic while youre at it! You dont need tricks! All you need is grit, and this!

He made a fist and his arm bulged. Half of the guests laughed. Ryoka flushed. She looked at Alber.

I dont think you need magic. Im just trying to help. I know a few things.

I got that.

Alber looked past Ryoka at Madain. He didnt rise to the [Innkeeper]s bait. Then he looked at Ryoka.

Thanks for the offer. But Im fine, thanks.

Even Ryoka could pick up on that clue. She rose at once, taking her plate.

Thats cool, I was just suggesting it. I uh, learned from watching some other fist fighters, but I dont claim to be an expert. If you want to talk about it sometime

She edge back from the table. Madain was still laughing as Ryoka sat back at her table, ears burning. Ryoka scarfed down the rest of her steakthough her appetite was goneand made her escape as fast as humanly possible to her room. There, she spent the next few minutes gently smacking her head against the wall.

Smooth, Ryoka. Sit down, tell him he sucks at his job, and offer to make him better. Thats the way to make friends. Why didnt you talk about watching other [Fist Fighters] first? Lead in that way. But no, you had to take your foot, jam it into your mouth, and then

Ryoka wished she could go back in time and start that conversation over again. Of course Alber would get offended! She wasnt an expert, but what was her first line? Your styles good, but it could use some work. And bringing up how a Gold-rank adventurer who outweighed him had beaten him, as if that justified her criticism. Idiot. Idiot.

Saying good morning to Alber was going to suck tomorrow. Ryoka tried to stop agonizing about that conversation, but she couldnt. She spared only a bit of energy for sending bad vibes to Madain. But mainly it was to be embarrassed and berate herself.

She decided to hide in her room and pretend nothing had ever happened. Which involved rolling around in her bed with the goose feather pillow over her head until one poked her in the eye. Then Ryoka just sighed and sat in her bed.

Im tired.

Shed done one run, but it had been a long, long one. And while it hadnt really been worth the coin shed earned, it had certainly made Ryoka tired enough to sleep. But she felt like she should try and practice. Practice moving the wind.

It was here, in the room. Though the air was still, if Ryoka concentrated, she could feel the faintest of breezes. If she tried, she could conjure a gust, although Madain would probably bawl her out if she rattled the shutters. But Ryoka should practice. Shed tried making a little tornado in her palm these last few nights, but it was incredibly hard. And she didnt think she was necessary getting better.

Controlling or guiding the wind wasnt something you could practice. Just experience. But Ryoka knew there was more than just the wind. Ivolethe had told her she could run like the wind. Not just in it. But what else had she said?

The young woman tried to remember. But her body was weary. Her eyelids very heavy. The steak, eaten too quickly near the end, was weighing down her stomach. And the wind was calling to Ryoka, gently pushing her back. Towards her bed. After all, shed have to get up early if Madain wasnt sleeping off a hangover. So why not rest? She could practice later. Yes, later. Sometime later.

The Runner lay back and slept. On the whole, it hadnt been too bad of a day right? Near the end it had been embarrassing. But she could try tomorrow. She had to keep trying. Keep

-

Ryoka slept for a moment. Only a moment, and then a hammering, a shouting din came from below. She opened her eyes groggily, expecting to hear Madain shouting in a drunken rage in the common room. But noit wasnt him. She heard the pounding come again, and then Madains voice, roaring at whomever it was. But the hammering sound only grew louder and then Ryoka heard a voice.

Ryoka Griffin! I need Ryoka Griffin, now!

Ryoka? That was her! The Runner got up, feeling adrenaline replace sleep. Someone was calling her. And that was important. There was only one reason theyd call for her in the middle of the night. She reached for her muddy clothes on the ground and threw them on, not bothering to grab clean ones.

Wind Runner! Get down here!

Madain shouted up the stairs. Ryoka was already stumbling towards the door. She went back for her belt. She could hear Alber waking up in the room next door. Ryoka pushed her way out the door and stumbled down the steps. She nearly slipped on the one near the bottom. She saw Madain, bare-chested, holding a lantern and glowering. And in the doorway was a young boy, probably only fourteen years old. His eyes were wide and he was panting. The instant he saw her he shouted, ignoring the late hour.

Miss Griffin, the Runners Guild wants you now! An adventuring team needs an emergency delivery!

A Street Runner. Hed been sent straight here. Ryoka shook her head, trying to dispel the half-drunken feeling of still being asleep.

An adventuring teams in trouble?

Yes, Miss! They want you at the Guild! As fast as you can!

Got it.

Ryokas heart, already racing, began to beat even faster. The wind picked up. Ryoka took two steps towards the door, and looked at Madain. He too was half-asleep.

Sorry, Ive got to

Go.

He pointed. For once there was no anger in his voice, just the same focused feeling in Ryoka. Ryoka ran, racing past the Street Runner and through the city. She could hear shutters opening as people woken by the Street Runner cursed and hurled insults at him and her. But none came from behind her. The [Innkeeper] would never throw her out for this. He had been an adventurer too, and he knew what the Street Runners summons meant.

An emergency delivery. At night. That meant an adventuring team was in trouble. It was the same request Ryoka had answered for the Horns of Hammerad. Somewhere, a team was out of potions or needed something delivered and they were sending out a distress [Message]. But if they were resorting to that, they were desperate.

It was an unspoken thing, but Runners didnt like delivering for adventuring teams. The risk was too great theyd run into a monster, and if a team was in trouble, odds were that said monsters would go after the Runner as much as the adventurers. That earned them a reputation for reneging or ignoring adventurers requests. Hence, most adventurers disliked Runners as cowards and were looked down upon in return.

But Ryoka had known adventurers whom she was proud to call friends. Who she did not deserve to call friends. So she had put herself on a list of one, at least in Reizmelt. If an adventuring party called for help, the guild sent for Ryoka before trying to find a City Runner, much less a Courier willing to take the request.

Ryoka threw open the door to the Runners Guild. It was virtually empty, but the same [Receptionist] that had been there in the morning was awake, holding a piece of parchment. She was poring over a map by a lanterns light. Ryoka strode over.

Im here. Where are they?

Out in the plains. Over an hours run away.

The [Receptionist] looked up as the Street Runner caught up, panting. He closed the door and the [Receptionist] handed Ryoka the [Message] that had been transcribed on the parchment. Ryoka read it as the woman explained.

They were clearing a cave and ran into a complex of tunnels. They awakened a group of Wailer Frogs

What are they?

Frogs that made incredible noise. They can deafenand theyre able to scream so loudly they can shatter glass. The team, Pithfire Hounds, ran into them and lost all of their potions. Their [Mages] are out of mana and theyve being pursued.

They cant outrun them?

Ryoka was surprised. The [Receptionist] shook her head. She pointed at a spot on the map, close to where Ryoka had just been running. It looked like the adventuring team had been working close to the Himalt Swamplands and retreated towards Reizmelt.

The frogs are fastbut the main thing slowing them down is their wounded. They report that one of their [Warriors] was nearly consumed by the Wailer Frogs. Hes bleeding inside and has broken his ribs, arms, and possibly other bones.

Broken hishow big are Wailer Frogs?

The [Receptionist] looked up.

Big enough to eat some people whole. They have a powerful leap, but their main threat is their ability to scream. If youre not careful theyll paralyze you or make you deaf and then swarm over you. The Pithfires horses are all dead and theyve been fleeing on foot. They need healing and mana potions.

Do you have them? If theyre made of glass, wont the frogs

Here.

The [Receptionist] had nine bottles, three mana potions, six healing potions. All in wooden containers.

Its all we could fill. There are six more potions in these glass bottleshere. If you can leave them out of range of the frogs

Got it.

Ryoka grabbed the potions and threw them into her bag of holding. She strode for the door. The [Receptionist] called out to her.

The adventurers are fighting the frogs! How should they pick up your delivery? If you get too close

The Wind Runners head turned.

Ill give them an opening. Tell them Im on my way.

And then she was gone.

-

There was no time to think. No time to worry. Ryoka ran, and her mind was filled with fear. Fear, and the kind of focus she only felt in moments like this. Time felt slow and fast. One second she was running out of the Runners Guild, the next she was running down the street. The young Street Runner was running beside her, shouting something. Ryoka couldnt hear him. Every stride seemed to be in slow motion. Slow, and then fast.

The wind howled. It sensed something. And it gathered in the air, blowing through the city, slamming against houses, nearly throwing the Street Runner off his feet. And Ryoka ran faster.

The [Guards] on the gates heard the sound. They looked back and saw Ryoka running towards them. The gates were locked. Ryoka didnt wait for them to open them. She ran up the battlements.

What are

Ryoka leapt. [Guards] shouted in horror as she leapt off the battlements. The walls were fifteen feet high. As Ryoka fell, a blast of air travelled up. It slowed her fall. Ryoka landed, rolling, and got up. She took off as the [Guards] watched her with open mouths and then had to cling to their posts as the wind followed her.

The grasslands were dark. The road empty. Ryoka sprinted down it. She was going at full-speed. There was no way she could keep up this pace. Not without help.

Stamina potion. And healing potion too. Ryoka took a gulp as soon as she felt herself begin to slow. The bitter-sweet potion burned going down her throat. And she felt a second wind burn through her.

Faster.

That was all Ryoka said. Faster. Every second she spent running, the closer the adventurers were to death. The Wailer Frogs were pursuing them. And one of their number was wounded. Badly.

Slow and fast. Ryoka ran for twenty minutes. Thirty. Forty. It felt like forever. The stamina potion fell to the ground as she dropped it, empty. But now she was getting close. And the wind was telling her that her destination was ahead. It reserved itself, blowing the scent of blood back at Ryoka. A sound like a wail, loud as thunder even from far away.

Ryoka slowed. She had to get to the adventurers. But the frogs were in the way. She had a plan, though. She reached for the bag of holding at her side, and then a smaller pouch. She opened it and dumped the contents on the ground.

It was the smokescreen bag that Octavia had made for Ryoka. One of the last ones Ryoka owned. And with it, Ryoka reached into her bag of holding and, carefully, dumped a huge cloud of its contents out. Not anything important. Just dirt. Dried, crumbling dirt. Dust.

It mixed with the fine powder that Octavia had mixed up. Ryoka reached for one of her flour bombs and emptied the contents of that onto the ground as well, kicking at the flame that tried to ignite. The wind was calm as Ryoka looked at the huge pile of fine particulates. Then she looked up.

Give me wind. Blow, winds! Give me wrath! Show me fury! Follow me!

And the wind howled. It swirled around Ryoka and she covered her face as it whirled the dirt and dust and flour into the air. She began running. As fast as she could. And behind her the wind blew at her back, following her.

The Pithfire Hounds were fighting in the grasslands ahead of Ryoka. There were six of them. Two were carrying a downed teammate, his armor crushed, bones poking out of the chest theyd stripped of armor. The other three were fighting a group of ten or more huge, huge shapes in the darkness. One leapt, and another inhaled, its throat-sac inflating massively. The croaking, bellowing sound was loud beyond belief. And then it opened its mouth and screamed.

The sound deafened the adventurers, and stripped them of what hearing they had left. Their leader, pointing a wand, threw a bit of fire, but it was weak. His ears were bleeding. The frogs leapt back, wary, and then one jumped forwards.

A barking dog leapt at the frog. It was big, a proper wolfhound, but even larger than the ones from Ryokas world. It was half-maddened by the Wailer Frogs. The frog leapt back in alarm, and then it opened its mouth impossibly wide. It tried to envelop the dog.

At the last minute, a [Beast Tamer] charged forwards and tackled his dog. He dragged the animal back as the Wailer Frog narrowly avoided swallowing the wolfhound whole. His friend shouted at him, their words unintelligible. They couldnt hear themselves.

We have to go! Keep running!

The [Pyromancer] in charge pointed at the man and woman carrying the wounded adventurer. They were panting, barely able to walk.

Well never make it! We have to fight!

Lamonts dying!

Keep running!

The [Mage] pointed and threw another spark of fire. But the Wailer Frogs had learned the fire wasnt nearly as strong and closed in. Hop, hop. It was comicaluntil one smashed into the second [Mage] trying to fend them off with a gust of fire. She screamed as the frog opened its mouth and bent over her.

Tally!

The adventurers ran as one. One stayed with the stricken Lamont. The other three charged at the Wailer Frog as the [Beast Tamer] let go of his dog. The five adventurers and dog stabbed the frog, battering it and heaving it off their friend. She lay on the ground, clutching her ribs, screaming, as the frog leapt back.

They were too large. Too large, too manyif only they had their potions. Two of their [Mages] were out of mana and one of their warriors was down. The others had no healing potions. The adventurers looked at each other in desperation as the frogs screamed again. The dog wavered, then threw up. So did the [Pyromancer]. He wiped his mouth and found blood mixed with the vomit.

The sound was enough to make them ill. Even if they couldnt hear it. He turned, desperately.

Run! If we can get to Reizmelt

It was a futile thought. The adventurers Guild had been alerted, but they were too far away yet. Even if an adventuring team tried to get to them, how long would it take to rouse them, let alone run all this way? Theyd send a request for a Runner, but would one really come?

Not any of the Runners from Reizmelt that he knew. But the leader of the Pithfire Hounds hoped. He hoped, because there was nothing else he could do. He was turning, grabbing at his friends, trying to urge them to run another hundred feet, when he saw it.

Something on the horizon. A cloud in the night. At first the [Pyromancer], Levil, couldnt believe what he was seeing. He thought it was a trick of the light. Then he realized it was no cloud. Or at least, it wasnt one from the sky.

It was a dust storm. Blowing across the grasslands. The wind made visible by all the matter it had picked up. Earth, dirt, grass. It raced towards them, a cloud bound to earth. The billowing cloud was neither long nor wideit was as if it was following something.

Or someone. Levil blinked as he saw a shape racing across the grasslands towards him.

Is that a Runner?

The other members of Pithfire had spotted the cloud as well. They turned, panting, as the Wailer Frogs stopped advancing to eye the strange phenomenon with their bulbous eyes. And then they all saw her. Racing ahead of the cloud, the wind blowing at her back.

Who is that? Hey, over here!

Levil bellowed. He waved the wand over his head and conjured a last flicker of flames. The Runner spotted him. She bore down on them and then turned left.

Shes running away!

The other [Mage] cried out in despair. Levil stared at the Runner. She was pointing, gesturing with one flat hand. His eyes widened.

Noget down! Down!

The others looked at him. They could hear nothing, but they saw Levil throw himself to the ground. They immediately did likewise. The [Beast Tamer] covered his dogs eyes and mouth. And then Levil saw the Runner charge past them, straight towards the frogs.

The oversized amphibians stared at her. They opened their mouths to scream at her. And then they noticed what was following her too late. A dust storm blew past Levil, stinging his eyes as he closed them and buried his face in the grass. He felt the particles stinging his exposed skin, the wind threatening to pick him up. And then he heard the Wailer Frogs screamjust for a second. Then they choked on the grit and dust blowing straight into their mouths.

Levil laughed and pushed himself up as the cloud blew past him. He heard a scream past the ringing in his ears.

Saaaaaaand attack!

Ryoka Griffin slowed and ran past the frogs, who were overbalanced, choking, their mouths and lungs clogged. She ran backwards, stumbling. The grass and ground around her was covered in dirt. The wind blew some more into her eyes.

Im a Runner! A Runner! Are you Pithfire Hounds?

They were lying on the ground. One of them pushed himself up. He was wearing red leather, emblazoned with a fiery dog. And there was a dog, whining, writhing on the ground next to his handler. He looked at Ryoka.

What?

Im a Runner!

What? Are you a Runner?

Yes!

He cupped one hand to his ear. Ryoka saw dried blood around his ears. She nodded.

Yes! Here!

She reached for the bag of holding. The pots of healing potions fell out, glass bottles and wooden ones. The adventurer grabbed for one.

Healing potions! Lamont!

One of the other adventurers charged over and seized a healing potion. She grabbed it and smashed the bottle in her hands. The potion splashed down over the injured man shed been carrying. Lamont, the warrior, jerked as the healing potion ran onto his body. Ryoka saw terrible bloody splotchesinternal bleeding and exposed bone around his ribs, his arm. His body had been crushed.

He needs a [Healer]!

We need a [Healer]!

The [Mage] shouted at Ryoka. He grabbed a mana potion, checked the label, then downed it, ignoring the grit in his mouth. He choked, forced himself to swallow, and grabbed a healing potion. The Pithfire Hounds were all doing the same. The [Beast Tamer] was feeding his wolfhound a potion as the animal whined.

Can you hear me?He needs

The [Mage] twisted a finger in his ear, digging out dirt and blood. He looked at Ryoka suddenly.

I can hear you! Dead gods, I can hear! Tally, Keima

He turned. The other [Mage] was drinking a potion. She wiped her mouth, spat dirt. Flames burst from the tip of her wand.

Lamont. Hes healing, but its not enough. His bones are broken and theyre not going back

One of the adventurers was bending over her friend. Ryoka saw the exposed fragments of bone twisting in his chest and felt sick. He was groaning, his eyes white. She saw the woman reach for another potion.

Dont!

Ryoka knocked the bottle out of her hands. The woman turned on her, grasping at a sword.

His bones arent set. Youll only make his injuries worse! He needs a [Healer] to set him or hes dead! Do you understand?

The adventurer hesitated. The [Pyromancer] was conjuring fire.

Were too far away from the city. We have to stand and fight. Those bastard frogs wont let us get away!

Sure enough, Ryoka saw the Wailer Frogs heaving up the dirt theyd swallowed. They were visibly sick, but still intent on the adventurers. And even angrier.

We cant leave Lamont. Hes still bleeding

The flesh had healed, but in the process, the exposed bones had torn open his skin again. The female adventurer was trying to staunch the bleeding, but she didnt know how. Ryoka knelt, feeling at her bag of holding.

Im [Healer]-certified. Let me see!

They let her see the wound. Ryoka sucked in her breath as she saw the damage. She had no idea how to go about setting an injury like this. The bones of the rib had splintered through the skin, and the mans shoulder looked dislocated and broken. He was making small sounds, as if screaming was too much.

He needs to get back to the city.

We cant spare two of you!

The [Pyromancer] argued with his friends. Ryoka looked up.

Ill go. Let me take him.

The other adventurers looked back incredulously at Ryoka.

You? Lamonts heavier than anyone else! Youll never

Take his armor off. All of it. Ill carry him on my shoulders. If I can find a wagon on the road, Ill get him to it. If not, Ill stop. But he cant stay here!

Ryoka pointed back at the frogs. One was trying to wail. The female [Mage] blasted it with orbs of fire, shouting in fury as the frogs hide charred and turned black. It recoiled, making a gagging, pained noise.

The other adventurers looked at each other. The [Pyromancer] looked down at his friend.

Save him. Please.

Ill try.

That was all Ryoka said. She helped him strip the rest of the armor off of Lamont and then reached for him. It was wrong to move an injured man. Especially with broken bones. But she had to do it.

Lamont screamed once as Ryoka hoisted him up in the firemans carry. She felt something sharp dig into her shoulder, but ignored the pain.

Im going to the road. If I find a wagon, Ill take it. Otherwise

If you see the frogs, run.

The [Pyromancer] nodded. He turned, and his wand and his arms burst into flame. The other adventurers were getting up. The wolfhound growled. The Wailer Frogs leapt forwards, still retching, trying to dislodge the dirt. The [Mage] with the wand checked his belt, ensuring the potions Ryoka had delivered were in place. Then he bellowed.

Pithfire Houndscharge!

They ran forwards. Ryoka heard loud barking, a cut-off wail, and felt a burst of fire warm her back. She began to run. The wind blew her forwards as Ryoka made for the road. She tried not to jostle Lamont, but she could hear terrible sounds coming from his body. She ran as fast and as carefully as she could.

The sky was dark when Ryoka got to the road, but lightening. Ryoka looked up and down it for a sign. For life. She found nothing. She put Lamont down, stretching him out and checked him.

Alive.

But his bones had shifted terribly during that short interval. Ryoka grabbed a potion and poured it into his mouth, forcing it open. She saw his flesh rearrange and prayed he would live. Then she stood up and looked around.

Hey! I need help over here!

A man with a wagon jerked as Ryoka ran onto the road. He was going fast and one of his horses tried to rear. The man swore and pulled his wagon to a stop.

What in the

He spotted the adventurer. Ryoka shouted.

Im a City Runner! That mans an adventurer! Theres a monster attack!

Where?

Ryoka pointed. She could smell fire in the air. Were the Pithfire Hounds winning or losing? She didnt know.

That way, a few hundred feet. This man needs a [Healer].

I can see that. Well then

The [Wagon Driver] hesitated, but only for a moment. Then he cursed, leaped into the back of his wagon and began shoving things out of the way.

Get him up here! Hold onIll make a bed! Were not far from Reizmelt!

He helped Ryoka lift Lamont onto a bed of the hard sacks of something. Ryoka stared at a pile of what looked like crucible iron, or maybe steel.

Dragons take me, what happened to his body?

Wailer Frogs.

Wailer what?

Ryoka didnt know how to explain. She was still going a mile a second. She knelt over Lamont. Even that small movement had opened up his injuries. The man urged his pack horses onwards.

Ill make us go as fast as I can! But I cant abandon my cargo or Im lost, you understand? Dont worry, Erma and Fox can go as fast as maybe with me guiding them. You just keep that young fellow steady, you hear? Do you have healing potions?

Yes! Thank you!

Ryoka held Lamont, trying to keep him from suffering as the wagon jolted forwards. He was moaning. That was good. That meant he was alive.

Thank you for stopping.

That was all Ryoka could think to say when shed caught her breath. Her body felt like rubber now, and she was shaking. She imagined the adventurers fighting after a night of running. Fighting thosefrogs. She shivered, and saw the [Wagon Driver] turn and give her a grin.

I could hardly run you over, could I? And adventurersyou stop for them or maybe they wont bail you out next time! Im pleased to meet you, Miss. My names Termin. Whats yours?

Ryoka. Ryoka Griffin.

And she reached out and shook a weathered hand. They spoke little as the wagon picked up speed, rolling towards Reizmelt. For a moment, Ryoka caught her breath. And then she saw the city and she and Termin waved their hands and shouted, and the gates opened. She and three [Guards] carried Lamont into the city on a makeshift stretcher that was made out of Erma and Foxs blankets, and the [Healer] was roused by the same Street Runner whod gotten Ryoka. And thenand then

And then Ryoka sat down.

-

An hour later, Levil was walking towards the road. He could barely move, but he forced himself to. In his hands he held something. A bag, filled with charred tongues. Wailer Frog tongues. It was all that hed collected. Trophies, proof his team had slain the lot. And in truth that was all he could find the energy to collect. Wailer Frogs werent worth much, and there wasnt any point in trying to collect other body parts. The scorched, hacked remains lying in the grass werent worth much to anyone.

Four of his teammates walked with him. And one of their dogs, Makki. The other one, Dassa, was gone. Levil didnt know what to say to their owner, Bram. The man was wiping tears away as he forced Makki to follow him. In truth, Levil was just tired and relieved.

They were alive. The Wailer Frogs had gone down to fire and more fire. With healing potions and mana potions, his team had put them down in a long fight. They still might have lost, but the frogs had lost their ability to wail. Their lungs had been filled with dirt. So theyd been saved twice over by the Runner whod answered their call.

Levil. I got in touch with Reizmelts Runners Guild.

The other [Mage] of their team, Ullica, came over to Levil. She was pale from overusing her spells, but held herself upright through willpower as much as anything else. She was clutching her ribsthe healing potions must not have fully worked.

Levil looked up.

That Runner. Did she make it back? Is Lamont

Hes alive. I told them she came here and made the deliveryand that she was bringing him back. They told mehes alive. All broken up, but the [Healer]s with him. We can see him when we get back to the city.

A sigh ran through the adventurers. Keima hugged Bram. He just stood still, closing his eyes.

Thank the houses. Can you get them to send us a transport? I dont think we can walk

Levil croaked. Ullica nodded. There was a moment of silence as she conveyed the request, and then Levil looked up.

That Runner. Who was she?

He could still remember the cloud, and the wind that had followed her. It had been magic. Oror something. He wasnt sure. Ullica looked back at him.

Shes the Wind Runner.

A Courier?

For a second Levils heart constricted as he worried about what a Courier might charge for an emergency delivery. But theyd pay it if they had to. They were alivebut Ullica shook her head.

No. A City Runner.

That was a City Runner?

Keima looked disbelieving. Bram shook his head.

Ive never heard of her. IF shes got a title, why havent we gotten word? We keep up to date with all the big names around here.

Probably because shes not a big name.

But shes called?

Levil was confused and tired. He went to sit down. Ullica did likewise. The Pithfire Hounds sat in the grass, too tired to move. Ullica spoke exhaustedly.

I dont know. Thats what they named her. And I guess it stuck. Shes really, really popular, apparently.

With who? Runners?

Nah.

That was all Ullica said. Levil waited, and then he realized shed passed out. She lay in the grass, sleeping. He nearly laughed, and didnt when he saw Bram and Makki lying together.

Well, Ill remember her. We owe her. The Wind Runner. Its

Levil searched for words as the others slowly drifted off to sleep. The [Pyromancer] blinked.

Fitting.

And then his head fell back and he fell asleep.

-

Miss Griffin? Miss Griffin?

Ryoka woke up. She looked around, realized she was sitting at a table, and looked up. The [Receptionist]s face was filling her vision. Ryoka sat up, realized sunlight was shining through the windows of the Runners Guild, and looked around.

Wherehows Lamont? Are the Pithfire

All alive. Miss Ryoka, your jobs done. You should rest.

Im fine.

Ryoka spoke automatically, and then realized she had an audience. A few Street Runners and some City Runners were staring at her. And so was the [Wagon Driver] shed met. Termin. He was sitting at a table, a mug in his hands.

How long was I asleep?

Six hours. You should get to a proper bed, Miss Ryoka. But before thatI hate to trouble you, but Id like to give you this.

The [Receptionist] handed Ryoka something. The Runner blinked at the small bag of gold and silver coins. She looked at it stupidly.

Whats this?

Your fee, Miss Ryoka. We included the healing potions and other items you used. Theres more money for rescuing the wounded adventurer too.

Ryoka stared down at the gold and silver coins. Then she looked up.

Mine?

Yes.

The [Receptionist] smiled at Ryokas vacant look.

Maybe you should go lie down. You have an inn, dont you?

Its closed. Probably.

Ryoka rubbed her face. She woke up a bit, and then stood up.

I can climb in through the window. Thank you. Illthanks.

The [Receptionist] stood back and shook her head.

No need to thank me, Miss Griffin. I just did my job. But youwell, Ive heard of Runners doing emergency deliveries, but you helped take out the Wailer Frogs.

I justused a bit of wind magic. I have a Skill.

Ryoka lied automatically. The [Receptionist] nodded.

Be that as it may. I feel like I owe you an apology, Miss Griffin. I heard some rumors thatwell, I think they were wrong. But you should know, someones told every Runners Guild north of Invrisil about you. And not in flattering terms.

Really? Well, Im sure they were only half-true.

Ryoka gave her a blank look. The [Receptionist] covered a smile.

Thanks.

It was my pleasure, Miss Griffin.

Im Ryoka. And whore you?

My name is Alime. Its a pleasure to meet you.

Likewise. Thank you, Alime.

Ryoka shook the hand. Then she waved at Termin. He waved back. Bemusedly, Ryoka looked around. The other Runners blinked at her. She smiled.

Hi. Good morning.

And then she wandered out of the Runners Guild.

-

The sun was bright. Ryoka half-asleep. But she woke up as she wandered about Reizmelt. Outside of the Runners Guild, few people gave her a second look, except perhaps to note the color of her skin, her different complexion. They hadnt heard about the Pithfire Hounds yet. Only the [Guards] on the gates had.

Ryoka didnt care about that. She kept feeling the little bag of gold. It was more money than shed earned in two weeks of running deliveries. She remembered the panic, and felt the relief course through her again. Shed done it. Lamont was alive. She didnt know him. Shed never said a word to him, except to tell him to stay awake or warn him he was about to be in pain. But she was happy he was alive.

Shed done it. The wind blew around Ryoka, warming her. And then Ryoka was in the plaza square. Alber wasnt there. But she saw a pale, hooded figure walking past her with two extremely heavy-looking pails, one in each hand. The lids were covered, and the pails were clearly full of some kind of liquid.

I thought you only had two jobs.

Fierre turned as Ryoka blinked stupidly at her. She blinked in surprise, and then smiled.

I work multiple jobs.

Oh. Whatre you doing?

Another man stopped, his forehead already covered in sweat, and put down the pails he was carrying.

Whats it look like? Hauling this crap from a storage house to a caravan

He grunted and pointed. A wagon was parked ahead of them, being loaded by other men and a few women who were placing the heavy pails in the back. A man in rich clothing was supervising. Fierre nodded.

Part-time job. Were hauling fresh milk bound to Invrisil, and grain. Sorry, Id stop to talk but we have to get these in the wagons before they spoil. There are no runes of preservation except in one of the wagonsfor the milk.

She picked up the pails and continued onwards. The man groaned and grasped the wooden handles of his pails as well. He spoke out of the corner of his mouth as he indicated Fierres shrouded body.

I dont know how she does it, scrawny as she is. Im a Level 14 [Laborer], and I think these damn bags as heavy as one of those fat [Merchants] paying us. Fat sacks of lard they are, too. Too bad we cant milk them.

Ryoka grinned. The [Laborer] smiled too.

Hey Wind Runner, mind conjuring us a breeze?

Why not?

Ryoka raised a hand and a breeze sprung up. The men and women sighed in relief. And Ryoka sat and watched them fill the wagon until it was creaking under the load. And then the next wagon, and the next. Fierre really was quite strong for a girl who looked like she was in her teens. Very strong.

It was then that they found her. Ryokas fans. They came to her, clamoring, already having heard the latest tale about her. But they would have loved her even if she hadnt just helped fight monsters. They all knew her name.

And that was her. Ryoka Griffin. Not famous. Liked a bit by adventurers, but not by her fellow Runners. And yet, she had a nickname. A title, which was an honor reserved only for famous City Runners and Couriers. Wind Runner. She had not been awarded that title by the Runners, who didnt really know or like her. Or by the citizens of the cities around here, who had yet to know her. No, only one group had given her the nickname, but because it was them it had stuck and become part of memory.

It was them. Children. Some as young as four, some as old as ten or eleven. They raced down the street, holding mud balls made of wet dirt and grass. Laughing, and calling her name.

Wind Runner, Wind Runner!

Wind Runner! Are you busy today?

The Runner turned. She gave the children a smile.

Im not running today.

Then can you play?

A little girl demanded. She was richer than the other children, at least if the white dress was any indication, but on the streets it didnt matter. She held a mud ball and looked at Ryoka. The Runner laughed. She leaned back and waved a hand. And the wind blew.

Do I have a choice? Well? Come at me, then.

The children shouted in delight. As oneand to the horror of the [Shopkeeper] whose glass frontage Ryoka was leaning against, they threw their ammunition. Mud balls flew through the air towards Ryoka. She looked upand the wind blew. The children watched with gaping mouths as the spheres of crumbing dirt reversed-course in midair and flew back at them. They scattered with screams of joy.

Kids. For some reason they really liked Ryoka. It was probably the wind. And Ryoka running with bare feet. And her showing them how to do tricks, like standing flips. Andmaybe because she sort of liked them. Ryoka laughed as the kids threw mud and dirt at her, watching as sticks were caught in the wind and blown around her. The winds protected Ryoka like an ever-shifting shield.

One of them charged her, mud ball in hand. Ryoka felt the wind twist as he lunged at her, and he went flying backwards, rolling over and yelping. She laughed, and he did too when he got up.

Come on, is that the best you can do?

She lay flat on the ground. Outraged, the children charged her and the wind blew them back and forth, sending mud balls flying back at the thrower. Ryoka laughed and felt as silly as shed ever been in her life. She felt young. And happy.

Wind Runner! Do that thing! Please?

Ryoka looked up. A group of children had made a sail. Theyd already learned how to play with bed sheets, and a group of children soared past Ryoka, holding up a large white sheet like a sail, laughing madly. She smiled too.

The wind was not her friend. It was unpredictable, and that made it dangerous. But right now, right here, there was nothing to worry about. She smiled, weary, but relieved, and she knew she was at the strongest she could ever be. She pointed, and the group of four children screamed with delight and alarm as the wind threatened to blow and the sheet them upwards, like the precursor to a hot air balloon.

A moment of grace.

What is?

Ryoka looked up. Fierre was watching the children play, a smile on her face. The girl stood in the shadows, tugging the hood over her face. Her pale skin lookedburnt. Despite her barely being in the sun. Ryoka sat up as the kids soared past her, screaming to go higher.

Fierre.

HiRyoka.

Are you off work?

Fierre shrugged.

I dont have to work at my job with letters, if thats what youre asking. Theres not enough in the Runners Guild. And I just finished doing the hauling job.

Oh. Did it pay much?

A silver coin for an hours work. Good money if you dont mind sweating hard.

Fierre showed Ryoka a coin in one gloved hand. Ryoka noticed she was not sweating. The two waited together, watching the children play. Fierre looked down at Ryoka.

I heard about the adventuring team. Mad Madain kept us informed. Hes happy. I think hes grateful to you.

Well, he is a former adventurer. I guess they stick together.

Yes, they do.

Fierre gave Ryoka an older smile than her face and body should have held. She looked at Ryoka.

I didnt know you volunteered to take on requests like that.

Iknew some adventurers. Down south. Its just something I want to do if I can. Im glad it worked out. It doesnt always.

No. It doesnt.

Ryoka felt sleepy, but content. In this moment, talking to Fierre felt easy and pleasant. The girl looked down at her and suddenly asked a question.

Whats it like? Being a Runner?

Its not easy. Why, do you want to be one?

Fierre looked wistful.

I dont think I could be. Maybe at nightbut its harder than it looks, isnt it?

Yes. Its lonely. And dangerous.

Have you been doing it long? Youre new, as Runners go. I dont mean to pry, but I hear things in my job

No, its fine. I am new. Ive been running all my life, but Ive only been a Runner for less than a year. And really, Ive only started taking my job seriouslynow.

Really? But you were a City Runner in Celum. A good one, or so I heard.

Fierre coughed. It might have been her cold, or an allusion to her profession. Ryoka nodded, frowning.

Yeah, but I dont think I understood what it meant back then. I didnt take my job as seriously. It was justa job. But now? When Im running for adventurers, it matters. Peoples lives are on the line. So I do my best. Sometimes Im too late. But Ill keep getting faster. Better.

Until you become a Courier?

Huh? Maybe. Until I can go back. Ivedecided to get better. Im not going back until I can be useful. Until I can actuallyyou know?

Ryoka looked up. But Fierre nodded as if she did know.

Its hard. Even Couriers struggle up here. Especially if you get mixed up in bad deliveries. I hope you can get better. You can certainly dothat. Its a Skill, right?

She pointed at the children, playing in the wind. One of them threw a handful of grass and watched it fly upwards, laughing. The wind blew it into a pair of open shutters and there was an exclamation of outrage. The children scattered in fear and Ryoka winced.

Yeah. Its a Skill. I cant control it. But its uh, [Runners Wind]. A very rare Skill.

It must be nice.

Fierre looked mildly jealous. Ryoka shrugged.

Its frustrating sometimes. I wish I could do more. You know the feeling?

All the time.

A rueful smile. And a flash of sharp canines. Ryoka glanced at Fierre.

So uh, whats it like being a vampire?

Well, you kn

Fierre paused. What color there was in her face drained completely away. She looked down at Ryoka and the Asian girl grinned sheepishly at her.

Um

Youhow didIm not

Fierre leapt up. She backed away from Ryoka, stammering. Her hand went to her mouth. Ryoka got up hurriedly, held a hand out.

Wait a second, Im not going to tell anyone. I just guessed. I am right, arent I? Fierre?

I cant talk about it. Please dont tell anyone. Please dont.

Fierre backed up towards an alleyway, her eyes wide and pleading. Ryoka nodded slowly.

I wont. I promise. I just want to talk. I wont tell anyone, I swear.

Good. Thank you. I have tohave to go. Now. Im sorry.

Fierre turned and fled. Ryoka half moved to go after her, but her legs were wobbly. Behind her, the children exclaimed in disappointment. The wind died down. They dispersed, and Ryoka stayed where she was. She cursed inside, but only mildly. It hadnt gone that badly.

After a while, Ryoka realized she hadnt had lunch. So she trundled over to a tavern and got a hot potato loaded with extras. It was as close to fast food as she could get, so Ryoka walked back to The Huntress Haven, eating it and listening to her stomach voice approval. She hoped it was open so she could sit in her room. Take a bath, get the dirty clothes off herand think about what to say to Fierre. This time shed be smooth about it. Just tell her she was ahistorian? No, that she knew some of the old legends and she was totally fine with vampires, just curious. And then she had all the questions she wanted to asktactfully

Ryoka reached for the door and discovered it was open. Much to her relief. She stepped into the inn and didnt hear Madain banging about. Which was fine. Ryoka walked up to her room, eating the last bits of her potato. She pushed on the door to her room before she remembered she needed a key. She reached for her pocket

And the door swung open. Ryoka blinked. Shed forgotten to lock it. Damn. Well, it wasnt as if she had anything important in there. It was all in her bag of holding. Which reminded her, she needed to stock up on more loose dirt to repeat her sandstorm attack. Sand-attack. Hah! Pokmon wins again. Ryoka walked into the room and saw a shadow move. She spun

No! Fierr

The slim arms encircled Ryokas neck before she could speak. She choked, and threw herself back. But Fierre was clinging to her back, and she was strong. Ryoka couldnt even throw her off.

Dontnot

Ryoka gasped for air. She hammered Fierre with her arms and elbows, but the vampire girl didnt so much as flinch. She tightened her grip further and the world went

-

Ryoka woke up somewhere else. Her body hurt. Especially around the neck. Not because of a vampire bite. More because of her crushed windpipe. Ryoka coughed, tried to sit up, and then felt weak all over. She felt bruised, knocked aboutand then she realized it was dark. Shed definitely missed dinner.

And there were voices. Above her. Ryoka looked around. It was almost completely dark, but she could sense she was lying on something hardcoldflat. A smooth surface. A counter?

A coffin. It was made of grey stone, smooth with time. And as Ryoka looked up, she sensed a vast ceiling overhead. Tall rafters. The impressions of statues. And then a commanding voice.

Serafierre val Lischelle-Drakle, what is it you have brought into our home?

Ryoka Griffin looked up. And she saw a shadow move ahead of her. It had been so still that Fierre had been part of the darkness. Now she bowed.

A Runner, mother. She knows who we are.

She does?

The lilting voice rose with surprise. Ryoka looked up, and then she saw a shadow move. Moonlight shone down. A figure leapt down, twenty feet, and landed lightly on the ground. A body moved. And a woman stepped out of the darkness. Fierre rose to greet her, and another shadow appeared. Another figure moved with inhuman grace.

And that was the word for it. Inhuman. They joined Fierres mother. One by one. Four of them. Pale skin. Eyes with red pupils. And, in the moonlight, they grinned and their fangs were brilliant, their every movement powerful.

Vampires. Ryoka stared up as they gathered, standing on the lids of the coffins around her. Fierres mother glided towards her. She was tall, beautiful, her hair pale, bordering on white. To behold her was to see an image out of legends, given undying flesh.

There she was. Immortal. Graceful. Pale as moonlight, sinuous and powerful. Rashy. Ryoka stared at a red rash running down Fierres mothers right arm. And then she noticed Fierre was wiping her nose on her sleeve. A vampire, a creature of the night, gave a wet, weak cough. The third had an odd swelling around his pale neck, just under his jaw.

The vampires eyed Ryoka. She eyed them. One of them coughed again. Ryoka blinked. She felt at her neck, shrugged. Her stomach rumbled loudly.

At least you dont sparkle.

Then she lay down and promptly passed out again. It seemed like the only appropriate thing to do.