The Wandering Inn

Book 6: Chapter 10

Book 6: Chapter 10

There was darkness. There was stone. And there was a pickaxe. Lit by a plum glow, the dusty steel head rose. The pair of hands gripping it lifted it up, and back. For a moment it rested on a shoulder. Then it swung forwards, an arc gathering speed and weight.

Momentum. The tip of the pickaxe struck the wall. The stone cracked. The sound sent little bugs scurrying. Rockmites. But the green arms paid no attention. The head stayed where it was.

Up the pickaxe swung again. A precise tool, for all its weight. A careless swing could be useless, a waste of energy. But the one who held the pickaxe aimed carefully at the wall.

Ahead and down. There was nothing special about the bend of wall where the miner stood. But he had been breaking into the stone for an hour now. Rocky fragments lay all around him, and hed cleared the ground around his feet twice. Ahead and down. The glowing purple light of the mana stone, plum in color, told him that. He lifted the pickaxe again and swung it. He was sweating in the darkness. But he felt good. He was working. Working. A novel concept.

When I was small, I learned to speak by stealing it. I stole words, hiding in the sewers of a town. Far, far north of here. Goblins can live in sewers. We can live everywhere.

Numbtongues voice echoed slightly in his ears. No one replied to him. The Goblin didnt pause as he swung again, digging out the wall.

Humans lived above my head. Fighting, arguing, laughingliving. I watched them, sometimes. There was a place right outside the Mages Guild. Outside of other guilds tooI would listen there. But it was the Mages Guild where I learned all the big words. Sometimes they would argue, or gossip about secrets where they thought no one could hear.

Again, the pickaxe swung. The stone glowed; was it brighter? Numbtongue thought it was, but if it had, the glow had changed without him noticing. Slowly, like memory changed in the head with time, sneaking up quietly.

I learned to speak because I thought it would make the Humans listen. That if only they knew I could talk, they would stop hunting us. They knew we were in the sewers. Just not how many. One day they swept the sewers with every adventurer they could muster. [Guards] and [Mercenaries] too. Even [Militia]. Trying to kill us for good.

Who was he talking to? Himself? That was a waste of breath. Like tears. No proper Goblin would waste air like that. But Numbtongue was a [Bard]. And though there was no one to hear him, he imagined he was telling Erin. As if she were sitting on the ground, trying to pet one of the Rockmites, listening. Just listening.

I spoke to them, then. Then I shouted. Pleaded and begged. It only made them come after me. I survived. Theres nothing else to say. That was how I met Garen Redfang. He rode down out of the hills. Before he had made the High Passes his permanent base his tribe roamed, until we were too strong to hide and the Gold-rank teams were following us. He saved me and those that fled. Thats how I became a warrior.

Maybe he was practicing. Trying to tell the Erin in his head before the real thing. Because Numbtongue was still afraid of talking.

So I dont talk even though I can. Because Goblins are dumb. We do not talk. I didnt need to with the others. Now I speakbut its still hard. Because I fearIm afraid no one will listen.

Numbtongue turned his head. In his mind, the imaginary Erin smiled at him. But he saw only darkness. The Hobgoblin stood in the cave, feeling sweat sting his eyes. He wiped at his forehead. Shook his head.

Goblin. Better not talk. Better talk like Goblin. Stupid talking to self.

The [Bard] grunted to himself. That sounded better, somehow. More like a proper Goblin. But was he behaving like that because that was how the world expected him to be? If Headscratcher were here

Numbtongue closed his eyes. If he were here, he would have poked Numbtongue in the side and grimaced. And that silent gesture would have been enough. It would have said to Numbtongueno. Dont do that. You can speak differently. Better. So do it. Dont pretend to be someone youre not.

This is why I am a [Bard]. A Goblin of words and music.

The guitar lay on the ground, out of range of the rocky fragments as they fell to the ground. Numbtongue said nothing more after that. He was saving his words. To talk to Erin. To talk to her tonight, maybe. If she had time. Maybe while she and he had a drink at her bar. At night, when no one else was around. His words were for her. He didnt feel like sharing them with the others, adventurers, even Lyonette.

That was all Numbtongue wanted. A quiet chat at night around a table. A few minutes, an hour to speak with Erin. If he had that, he could be happy. And he could tell her too, if she invited him. His past, his fears

And that he thought chess was really boring. And she would laugh, or be angry, and that would be

Chink.

The sound as the tip of the pickaxe rang was different from all the other times Numbtongue had swung. It was louder. Higher-pitched. Hed hit something different. Instantly, the Goblin stepped back. He stared among the broken pieces of rock and dust. What had he?

Translucent, whiteno, grey. Oozing from the stone, a pale ashy glow. Numbtongue sprang back in alarm. Then he caught himself. It wasnt a monster. And it wasnt dangerous. He realized what it was as the memories in his head identified the liquid.

Mana sludge. The liquid slowly ran out of the gap in the wall his pickaxe had made. A slow, dripping substance as thick as paste. But It was semi-translucent, and had an odd, inner sparkling quality. As if little motes of light were caught in the liquid.

Numbtongue stared at it, entranced. But if hed been Pyrite, the older Hobgoblin would have just sighed and shook his head. Mana sludge. Not good. No one touch. Or drink.

Raw mana. In stone. Bad stone?

Numbtongue muttered to himself, figuring out how Pyrite would have phrased it. Mana sludge was the Hobgoblins word for it. He was well aware the stuff was magical, but to him it was about as appealing as dirt; hardly worth the effort of collecting. A failed mining expedition, in short.

But Numbtongue wasnt so certain. He studied the raw mana sludge as it dripped to the ground. Some of the Rockmites scurried closer, and then backed away, probably sensing the magic the stuff held. So did Numbtongue. He reached out and felt the slightest tingle in his fingertips as his fingers were bare millimeters away from the surface of the glowing stuff. He tried to recall all that Pyrite knew of it.

Lets see. Cant eat. Will make Goblins horribly sickgoes straight through system. Comes out asergh. Touching not too bad, but depending on the color can be dangerous. This isfine. Tastes likedid he eat everything he ever found?

The Hobgoblin shook his head. He prodded the mana sludge and found it was neither warm nor cold. Eerily so in fact; it felt strange on his fingers too. Absolutely none of the mana sludge would stick to his fingers. He could feel it, and it almost felt like incredibly smooth stone on his fingers. But unlike water or other liquids, it stuck to nothing but itself. Numbtongue thought Mrsha would love to play with it.

He summed up Pyrites notes in his head. Mana sludge. Inedible. Could come in other colors, but generally this color. Useless to Goblinschildren would play with it, but mana sludge was hardly better than actual mud, and given the dangers of eating it compared to mud, Pyrite kept it away from them. Hed found no other uses for it. But he did know of its potential.

Yes, potential. That was why Pyrite left it alone. Give the mana sludge years or decades and it would slowly condense, crystalizing. Into mana stones.

Ah. Name makes sense now.

Numbtongue nodded. He stared at the vein. He must have tapped into the top of whatever amount of mana sludge there was, because it had already stopped leaking from the hole. And there was clearly more. He frowned.

Yes, if he came back here in a few years, the mana stone would harden, crystalizing into a vessel imbued with magic. The air would take care of that. But given that there was no other mana source about, it would probably turn into a vein of lightly magical quartz-like mana stone. Plentiful, but hardly potent in terms of mana.

Numbtongue didnt have years to wait and Pyrite regarded the quartz varieties of mana stones as cheap anyways, so leaving it there didnt appeal to him. What should he do with it, then?

Scoop some up. Take it to the [Mages].

Yes, that was the right choice. Because while Pyrite hadnt seen much use for the mana sludge before now, he hadnt ever thought of using it. Mining had been his hobby, and a fairly useless one in his mind until right before his passing. What would he have thought of the stuff now? How might he have used it?

Absently, Numbtongue felt about in his belt pouch. He pulled something out. The light in the caves changed, growing brighter. The purple glow of the mana stone was a consistent light, but it was dim compared to the bright glow of the bright, blue, almost viridian stone Numbtongue held in his hands. He stared at it.

Thats not a mana stone. This is a mana stone. No. That not mana stone. This is mana stone.

He smiled as he thought of Pyrites reaction to the mana stones used on Erins door. He would have called them cheap. The Hobgoblin only kept the most brilliant of mana stones in his collection, and this one, the brilliant blue stone, had been the one Numbtongue had taken from his mouth. The Hobgoblin studied it.

Pyrite had even known how to cut gems. This one had six facets; it was no perfectly symmetrical stone, but a lopsided gem, that nevertheless sparkled, cut cleanly on all sides and polished. Pyrite had enjoyed cutting stones; hed even done art, or made dice out of rubies. A tiny emerald marble for a childhood friend that eventually became part of her necklace. She had died. Numbtongue could remember her smile.

The Hobgoblin dropped the glowing blue stone and pressed his hands against his forehead.

Stop.

He could remember the young Goblins nickname. He tried to push it away, but the memories flooded into his head. Too many, too fast to repress. Stickhair. She always had sticks in her hair. She was a [Scavenger]. Shed been part of Tremborags tribe, one of those sent to scavenge or steal as opposed to raid.

Back when hed been young, Pyrite had been press-ganged into serving as both [Warrior] and [Scavenger]. Later, hed become a permanent scavenger when theyd found he had a nose for finding pretty gems. The Goblin hadnt seen the value in the gems that Tremborag loved so much and his lieutenants adorned themselves with, but hed squirreled one away and carved it into a gem for Stickhair. And she had smiled and hed been struck with that.

Theyd had sex on a day in the middle of fall. Shed jumped on him, and he, young, and passionate, had wanted the same thing. They were still both growing, and both became Hobs around the same time.

The emerald marble was given a small hole for a necklace she wore, and each time Pyrite brought her a new stone, she would smile and sometimes that led to warm nights. Other times she or he would find someone else. They were young. But Pyrite remembered the smell of her teeth, plucking a twig from her

Stop!

Numbtongue shouted. The cave rang with sound and the memories stopped as he pounded his head against the wall. His head burst with pain and Numbtongue staggered back. But it stopped the memories.

Panting, the Goblin sat down. He stared blankly ahead of him, still remembering another Goblins life. His hands shook uncontrollably as he felt at his head.

Too much. You gave me too much.

He whispered at Pyrite. He wasnt angry at him. But that rush of vivid experiences had been too real. The [Bard] sat there, panting, until the soft glow of the two gems and the mana sludge calmed him. He stared at the glowing liquid, felt around on the ground, and picked up the now slightly dusty blue mana stone. Numbtongue stared at it. Then he popped it into his mouth and chewed.

Ow.

After a few seconds, Numbtongue spat the mana stone back out. His teeth hurt. The mana stone was way tougher than your average rock. How had Pyrite ever eaten the damn things?

The memories were his gift. The experiences with Stickhair, knowledge of the earth, even information about what everything tasted like and how badly it would mess up your poosall of it was Pyrites gift to Numbtongue. But it was the knowledge of gemstones that the Hobgoblin Chieftain had considered too important to be lost.

What Pyrite had known before his death was this: you could use magic without being a [Mage]. With gemstones. He had consolidated his [Mining Chieftain] class into a [Magestone Chieftain] one. He hadnt found out the potential of the class, but he had entrusted Numbtongue with the knowledge.

But Numbtongue feared he wasnt the Goblin that Pyrite was. He didnt think as deeply. He had not lived as long. And he had no idea how to use the powers of the gemstones, even if he could figure out a way to crunch this one with his teeth.

How would a [Bard] use magical gemstones? How would anyone?

Numbtongue sighed. He wiped the saliva-covered blue gemstone on his clothes, spat out the dirt in his mouth, and had a thought. Maybehe was doing this wrong.

Pyrite ate gemstones. But Pyrite was a big eater. I dont eat rocks. Anymore. Sowhat do I do?

Numbtongues eyes went to the guitar lying on the ground. A Rockmite was investigating it. The Hobgoblin stood up and the insect fled. He picked up the guitar and ran his claws down the strings.

A guitar. An instrument made by Gnolls, but very similar to the ones in Erins world. In fact, he recalled Erin comparing his guitar to one she was familiar with.

Except, instead of an electric guitar, yours is actually electric, Numbtongue! Uh, dont play it close to me. I dont like static electricity.

He smiled a bit and played a simple chord, plucking the strings with his long fingers. His nails were untrimmed, but Numbtongue had carefully bit them shorter on his playing hand because it made a better sound. Unlike Drakes, Goblins had something closer to Human fingers. Numbtongue had no idea how a Drake would manage a string instrument with their claws and very reptilian nails. He was impressed Gnolls could play, but then, their paws were actually quite dexterous.

Hmm. Song. Song

Numbtongue stared blankly ahead as he searched for a proper tune. Then he had it. His random strumming became intentional. He began to play a quick, snappy tune. And the sound that came from his guitar changed.

[Electric Chords]. No [Lightning Melody] because Numbtongue didnt want to call down lightning in the cave, even if he could. But the sound the guitar gave out crackled, and the chords changed to something almost approaching the crackling of thunder.

The silent cave filled with sound as Numbtongue began to play faster. It was a self-taught riff; everything he played was self-taught, actually. Hed learned a number of songs from Erins home, but hed had to come up with the melodies based on her vague humming. Numbtongue played low on the chords, an echoing beat.

He was trying to call on the power of the stone resting on top of the guitar. Numbtongue could see the gemstone glowing, a bright viridian. But was it glowing brighter? Was he calling on the magic?

Time to really play. The Hobgoblins fingers danced faster. And a different kind of light began to fill the cave.

Flashes of bright lightning. Sparks of electricity shot from the chords as Numbtongue played them, lighting up the cave in flashes of light. The simple strings flashed with blue lightning, lighting up the guitar. The Rockmites in the area scurried away in alarm.

Numbtongue grinned wildly. The cave rolled with sound for a minute. Then five. His playing reached a fevers pitch. He began the most complex solo he, knew, and the sound roared. And the gem

Did nothing. Numbtongue stopped, looking at the blue gemstone with a miffed expression. He prodded it hopefully.

Nothing. Okay. Well, that was a new piece of information. Music was not the answer. At least, music from his guitar wasnt doing anything to the stone. Numbtongue sighed, and looked around.

Maybe just ask the [Mages] what the mana stones do. Why didnt I do that earlier? Oh. I dont like Pisces. Or Falene.

Too much sniffing and rolling of the eyes. And that superior tone. Numbtongue grumbled to himself. He actually liked Revi, though. Moore scared him. Ceria wasattractive. Anyone who knew what bugs tasted like was attractive to Goblins. But Numbtongue, er, liked her dirty blonde hair, it not being a color among Goblin hair. As for Typhenous

Gah!

Numbtongues foot suddenly encounter a jolt and went numb. He leapt backwards, swearing, and stared at what his foot had just touched. What was

The mana sludge? The mana sludge had shocked him! The Hobgoblin stared at it. The little puddle of liquid had just given him a jolt of electricity! Why? Andwas ityellower?

Yes! It was! In fact, it was now a very light yellow, and Numbtongue could swear the little lights caught in the liquid were now moving faster. Almost as ifhe squinted, keeping his face back from the liquid. Almost as if there were tiny jolts of lightning running through the stuff now.

Slowly, curiously, Numbtongue reached out. He hesitated, but hed already touched it once. So, carefully he brought his finger closer, closer

About two inches away from the mana sludge, Numbtongue saw a blue bolt of electricity arc out of the stuff and hit his finger. He jerked his hand back, swearing. It was electrified! Hed just gotten another jolt!

Shocking stuff. Numbtongue sat back, rubbing his ironically numb finger and foot and thinking. Well, hed just turned the mana sludge into another variant Pyrite was familiar with. If the mana sludge was different colors, it had different effects. For instance, the Hobgoblin had once found a red variant of the stuff that had been so hot he could set fires with it. Hed had a wonderful time using it as an impromptu fire starter until an unfortunate incident with a forest

Electricity. Guitar. [Electric Chords]. Mana sludge.

Numbtongue stared at the stuff. He stared at his guitar, and the chords which no longer sparked with lightning. Then he stared at the mana sludge. He grinned. He was going to need a jar. Andgloves.

-

The tavern was called Tails and Scales. Or maybe it was a pub. Erin wasnt one for socializing in either, so she had no idea what the difference was. Nor did she like beer, a fact that had vaguely offended some of her friends. And her father. But Erin liked the drink in front of her. It was some kind of rum mixed with a sweet, chilled liquid that was separate from the rum. Every time Erin took a gulp, it ran down her throat, burning and sweet.

A bit of food went in her stomach as well. Bits of chicken, breaded and glazed, sprinkled with bits of crunchy pork. Each bite was delectable and Erin felt it warming her up. But the food didnt settle in her stomach or weigh her down; it anything, she felt more awake with each bite.

It was probably thanks to a Skill. And the drink was doing something to Erins mood as well. Each gulp made her feel better. She looked across the bar at a Gnoll with black fur streaked a bit with grey. He was a [Bartender]. Rufelt. And sitting next to Erin was Lasica, a [Chef]. The two were a married couple. Theyd dragged Erin about the city before revealing they owned a very popular establishment. In the same business as Erin.

And theyd called her a rookie. Erin was half-fixed on that, half-frowning over something shed realized, and a third half was listening to a commotion outside. Someone was shoutingseveral someones, actually.

Wait, rookie?

Erin looked at Rufelt. The Gnoll grinned at her, baring his teeth in a Gnolls smile.

Oops. Lasica my dear, you might have offended Erin.

Theres nothing offensive about speaking the truth. Give me the bright pink stuff with that Balerosian white you did up last night.

The Drake woman looked unconcerned as she pointed across the bar. Rufelt fetched a proper wineglass out, filled it with a white wine, and then added a shot of a vibrant pink liquid from a glass container. Erin blinked. The glass container had a spigot, also made of glass. And it was one of a row of similar vessels, all containing different liquids. All probably alcoholic. Some were glowing. One was resting on the top of the container, and it had been flipped upside down.

Here you are. A Jungleblood Sunrise. I wish youd remember the names.

Lasica shrugged. She snagged the glass as it spun down the slick counter past Erin. The white wine (which was in fact slightly yellow and green, in defiance of proper sense) and pink liquid were spinning together. The Drake rolled her eyes as she drank half and sighed, visibly relaxing.

Ancestors, thats nice. But you know I dont remember any of the silly names you and your bartending friends come up with. Can I get another? Iced?

Erin opened her mouth to protest. Several things, in fact, but Rufelt was faster. He snagged another wineglass from behind him as he spun, filled the glass with pink stuff in the same motion, and then pulled open a drawer behind the bar. Erin blinked. Ice cubes, or rather, ice chunks since they werent nearly as tidy in form as cubes, appeared in the wine glass. The white wine poured on top and the glass spun past Erin again.

Literally spinning. She watched as the pink liquid swirled up and the wine downwards, forming a vortex around the ice. The glass came to rest perfectly in front of Lasica, contents still spinning in a miniature vortex. She did not look impressed.

What is it with you and spinning your drinks, recently?

The Gnoll sighed.

It looks like a lot of fun. And it is! And its not my bartending friends, love of my life. Its all [Bartenders]. I didnt invent the name; a Balerosian [Bartender] came up with Jungleblood Sunrise herself. A pity, because I would have called it something less confusing.

Mm. Why do they call it that? This is hardly the color of blood.

Lasica pointed to the pink and greenish-yellow liquid.

Uh, excuse me

Erin broke off, because she wanted to know the answer. Rufelt shrugged.

Apparently its not referring to blood, but a type of flower. You see, it weeps itswhat would you call the stuff in flowers? Nectar? No, the wet stuff. Anyways, it weeps it in the morning, so when the sun rises, it catches the light and looks quite similar to that. Pink on yellow and green.

Fascinating. Also, completely pointless.

Lasica drained her first glass and started on the second. Erin stared between her and Rufelt as he sighed. She waved a hand and both looked at her. Rufelt grinned sheepishly.

Excuse me, Erin. We sometimes get lost in ourselves. Were not used to company before the bar opens.

Oh, no problem. Uha few questions. First, rookie? Second, Im not used to people being nice to me and feeding me. Thats my job. Third, we call putting alcohol in ice on the rocks where I come from. Do you do that? And fourthis that stuff floating upside down? Isis it antigravity alcohol? Im fine with any of these questions being answered, by the way.

Both Rufelt and Lasica looked at the upside-down liquid Erin was pointing to. They paused as they considered Erins questions. Rufelt eyed his wife. She eyed him back, and her tail wagged a bit, although her lips only moved up slightly. Rufelt stroked his chin thoughtfully.

On the rocks? Hm. I like that. I think Ill use that from now on. It has agood sound to it, yes? And that is one of my magical liquids. Im not sure about er, anti-gravity, but it floats! Itll go straight up and its a devil to mix with drinks unless you can do it right. Want a taste?

Can I? Wait, how do I drink it?

Lets find out, shall we?

Lasica rolled her eyes as Rufelt snagged another tumbler. She leaned over to Erin, smiling a bit. She still had quite a presence, and Erin wondered if all middle-aged Drakes were like that. Tekshia was certainly intimidating, although she was even more no-nonsense and somewhat abrasive, too.

We didnt intend to drag you around, Erin. I apologize again for that, but we had good cause. We did want to meet youthat was always part of the plan. As for taking care of you, well, why not?

But thats my job.

Erin protested weakly. Rufelt was mixing two liquids in the tumbler before he approached the upside-down stuff. He paused there and took a breath. Lasica watched him with Erin.

So? We see someone in distress, we usually invite them in for a drink. Especially if it looks like theyre having a bad day. Like you. I could practically sense that you needed some of my pick-me-up food. Have another bite, by the way. Its [Comfort Food], designed to help. But save your appetite; Ill make you a splendid lunch. Rufelt, youd better not spill that! What was it, eight gold per fluid ounce?

Eight

Erin stared at the liquid in horror. But Rufelt only glared mildly back at his wife.

Thank you for reminding me. Just give me one second. And here

His hand blurred. Erin saw the tumbler go up, and the half-filled liquid turn upside down. But before gravity could take effect, the spigot opened and a splash, just a splash of the upside-down liquid (bronze, semi-transparent, and quite quick), came flying upwards. It mixed with the other liquid and Rufelt twisted the tumbler right-side up.

Mixing.

He had a strange metal rod about the size of a thermometer in his paw. He stirred the drink vigorously, and then placed it on the bar and slid it towards Erin. She stared at the liquidthe drink was close to black.

Its basic, strong, and a bit sour. You dont have to finish it, but mixing sugary stuff with the Dwarfrain isnt something I want to do. But if youre going to take a sip, make it quick.

Rufelt advised Erin. She stared at him, and then realized the liquid in the cup was rising up!

Its floating!

Well, what did you expect?

But how do I

Erin didnt bother to wait for a reply. She lifted the cup, and the rising liquid floated up towards her lips. She sipped the stuff, made a face because it was strong and bitter, like one of those stupid lagers that Bevussa liked, and then gagged.

Itsh!

Keep swallowing. Dont let it win! Itll give up after a second.

Lasica laughed as Erins throat tried to force the liquid down and it kept coming back up. At first Erin was horribly reminded of throwing up, but then it was actually sort of fununtil the liquid lost whatever was keeping it floating and it went straight down her throat. She began coughing as Lasica patted her on the back.

Fun, isnt it? Rufelt has a collection of these silly drinks. Hes not just a [Bartender], after all. Hes got an advanced version of the class.

Agh! It burns! What do you mean, advanced version? What class is it?

That would be telling, Im afraid.

Rufelt snagged the tumbler and took drink of the liquid threatening to float past Erins head. She let him have it; one sip was enough.

Telling classes is a bit too personal for people weve just met. Even an [Innkeeper] in the same line of work. But Ill tell you for nothing that both he and I haverare versions of our class. The kind you only get past Level 30. And so do you, I imagine. Rookie.

Lasica offered Erin a sip of her drink. Erin took it, coughed again, and sighed.

Thats good. Im not a rookie! Am I?

You might have a lot of levels, Miss Human. But you seem like one to us. And its not about levels. Here. I know you can probably drink anything I serve all day and all nightmy [Bartender]s senses are telling me youre probably immune to my alcoholbut have this.

Erin blinked at the next cup that appeared in front of her. She sniffed it, tasted it experimentally and foundit was water. She began drinking it down as Lasica offered her another peanut butter and chocolate ball.

Snack?

Thats chocolate. Whered you get that? No one I talked to knew anything about it.

The Drake blinked in surprise. Rufelt blinked as he cleaned the finished cups.

You know about chocolate? Well, color me impressed. This came right from Baleros. A new thingwell, relatively. Weve had cocoa for ages, but some [Chef] over there started experimenting, and, well, I got some with my latest shipment. Weve a deal that sends goods straight from a [Merchant] in Baleros to the city. One of the things you need to acquire. Rookie.

Erin blinked at Lasica. She opened her mouth, and the Drake popped a piece of her breaded chicken in there. Erin blinked, at first with mild outrage, but then she realized Lasica was treating her like a kid. Rather than make her mad, it was almost pleasant. There was something affectionate in Lasicas teasing tone. And she was twice Erins age. Then Erin thought about what shed said.

Wait, a trade route from Baleros? That has to be

Thousands of miles? Difficult to get someone to regularly ship from the ports all the way to Pallass? Expensive? If your answer was all of the above, thats only half of the problems. Whenever the Drowned Men start raiding ships, or theres a war, we get cut off.

Which is why we have a huge store of everything Lasica and I need in a part of Melinnis private warehouse. The one we didnt show you and not many people know about. Thats something else you need. Id say a warehouse or some kind of area with runes of preservation first, right Lasica? Connections second.

Oh, agreed. Heres what most [Innkeepers] we know agree on, Erin. The ones whore actually smart, anyways. First you need to lock down a healthy supply of food. Not just enough for next week, but for months. Enough rare ingredients to weather any storm. Of course, youll expand your inventory slowly

Rufelt held up a cautioning paw.

dont rush your rare ingredients. We did that once and sold for far too little. Focus on, say, a basement with runes of preservation and basics, like milk, grain, meatenough for six months based purely off that. It is vital in case the supply of food plummets.

How?

Erin couldnt imagine that happening in a city like Pallass, with huge storehouses full of preserved food. Lasica grimaced.

Easier than you think. Melinnis got runes of preservation, but they dont stop insects. In fact, fresh meat makes it worse. You can still contaminate foodit just stays preserved, which means entire batches of meat we thought were good can be off if, say, the cattle were all sick. And in times of plague, or general famine

Pallass can feed itself, but with a million mouths, it still has to ration. And it does not open its gates to other cities. It couldnt if it wanted to. There are simply too many mouths out there. I wish we had more storehouses, but Melinni and Pallass [Quartermasters] are working off of centuries of investment. So food first. At the very least, you wont be short of meat or so on during the winter. Oh, and stock up on firewood. I hear thats an issue around Liscor.

Rufelt sighed. Erin looked between him and Lasica. The shouting from outside was still going on. Someone was shouting for the Watch.

Um. I have a basement full of corpses, so I dont know about the basement thing. But I have a [Field of Preservation] around my inn

What?

Lasica shot up in her chair. She stared at Erin and then at her husband. Rufelts jaw dropped open. The next moment he was glancing at the door. He leaned forwards and Erin leaned back a bit at the expression his face.

A word of advice, Erin? Dont mention that again. There are people who would target you for that Skill alone.

Field ofthat is such a cheap Skill

Lasica groaned and covered her face with her claws. She looked at Rufelt.

Imagine how much gold we could have saved with that! And how many accidentalthe number of times weve had a rune scratched and not noticed it, I cant count!

Rufelt nodded. He looked at Erin seriously.

I appreciate the trust, but I dont think that was trust so much as naivet, Miss Erin. Be warned; we could have been the wrong couple to tell that to.

Oh. Im sorry. I didnt realize.

Erin blushed. Rufelt was scolding her, albeit gently. The Gnoll nodded, still half-frowning.

No other mention of Skills, either. Id hate for a wagging tail or tongue to reveal something truly important.

Basement full of corpses?

Lasica had caught onto the first bit Erin had said. She stared at Erin. The [Innkeeper] gulped.

Im not a serial killer! I uh, just have a Selphid guest

and she wants to store bodies in your inn. Thats fairly ingenious. Melinni actually had a similar offer, but she wasnt about to have dead bodies lying next to her merchandise. But in an inn? If you were in Baleros, Id first ask how much you wanted to be the Selphid-only inn. But if you were fine with that, you could make a fortune just renting your place out to dead bodies. But thats a specialized type of [Innkeeper] I dont think you want to get into.

The Drake [Chef] shook her head. Erin hesitated.

Wait, so what kind of [Innkeeper] do you think I should be? Because Imerwell, I cant say, but Im something.

Rufelt eyed Erin.

Hm. A class consolidation? That means youre at least Level 20. Nodont correct me.

Lasica nodded. There was a slight flush to her cheek scales, whether from excitement or the drink, Erin couldnt tell.

This is all above-board advice, Erin. We like you, but weve known you for about an hour. So lets continue down the list, shall we, Rufelt? First storage. You should invest in some runes of preservation. Theyre worth three or four times the gold you spend, even if its a pain to get an [Enchanter]. And if some Ancestors-damned, lucky [Innkeeper] gets an entire field of

She put her head down on the bar. Rufelt patted his wife on the arm and took over.

You might have levels, Miss Solstice, but an inn, tavern, or any establishment like ours thrives on more than that. You need to be original. From what I understand, your magic door is a first step there, but you should cultivate some signature dishes. Lasica and I boast the widest variety of dishes in Pallass, mainly because of our Balerosian ingredients. Plus, alcohol and dinner being prepared by experts in the field is a tough combination to beat.

Even if a certain [Innkeeper] can give his clientele a night worthy of any [Lord] in a Terandrian mansion for a fraction of the price.

Lasica grumbled under her breath. She sat upright, sighing.

But I mean what I said about finding a connection. Ours was a chance meeting, but we sprang on the opportunity to have a highly-leveled friend in Baleros. And its paid off for usand him. Cultivate friends. Your clientele is a good place to start, but there are always people looking out to make strong friends, and an [Innkeeper] as famous as you might start getting some offers. Be careful of whom you trust.

But dont turn down a good opportunity. We could have been affiliated with one of the largest Gnoll tribes in the continent if we hadnt let that opportunity slip us by.

Rufelt sighed. Erins head swiveled from him to his wife. She felt like she needed to write this all down!

Whats next, Rufelt?

Security? Guests. Hrmah, investing money.

Right! Security. You want

There he is, officer! Walking around, just like that! Arrest him! It shouldnt be allowed! There are children on the streets! I dont care if hes

A loud voice from outside cut the Drake off. She frowned at the door then shook her head.

Ah. I think I know who that is.

Who?

Erin peered at the door. There were glass windows, and she could see a crowd gathered outside. The loud voice had come from right outside the door, and Erin saw several of Pallass [Guardsmen] escorting someone past them. Guardsmen for a reason, as it turned out. Erin saw a figure in the center of them, being pushed forwards. Two of the [Guardsmen] were holding a blanket up, but it slipped and she caught a glimpse of

Aw.

Dead gods!

Hey.

Erin and Rufelt recoiled, the girl in shock, the Gnoll in disgust. Lasica just raised her brows.

The Drake being arrested was very naked. He had dusky yellow scales, and he was slim. Erin could hear him protesting loudly to the [Guardsmen].

I just misplaced my clothes! It was an accident! I would have put them on. Eventually.

The [Sergeant], or whomever was leading the group glared at his ward, making sure only to meet his eyes.

Yeah, yeah. How many times is this? Come on, youre spending another night in the cells. Move it along people! Nothing to see here.

There was a burst of laughter from outside and the [Sergeant] flushed. A female voicea Gnoll, in fact, shouted loudly.

Theres everything to see! This is absurd! Disgraceful

Erin stared as the nudist Drake was finally taken out of view. She turned to Lasica. She looked amused and resigned. Rufelt was just shaking his head.

Who was that? Or what was that? No, wait. My question is: is that normal?

Only if hes about.

Rufelt grumbled to himself. Lasica nodded. With a mix of shame and twisted civic pride, she pointed at the door.

Erin, that was our resident Named Adventurer who just got arrested. Saliss of Lights. Id explain, butokay, security. You want at least a few good [Bouncers], [Guards], or whatever. I heard a rumor youve got Hobgoblins working at your inn?

II did. I only have one now. But hold on, that was

Okay. Well, you want someone. Even if you have Skills, you want someone. That goes for staffing as well. Finding a good support [Barmaid] or [Barkeep], or someone to take up the slack really helps. I suppose its less pressing for you since you are an [Innkeeper]

A Named Adventurer? And hes a stripper?

That would imply he normally has clothes. Right. I dont know if you know this, Erin, but [Innkeeper] is a generalist class in a sense. You see, its not like a [Bartender]. Rufelt has some overlap with your job, but his area of influence and tasks are more specialized. So hell make far better alcohol than you, but he doesnt have a skill that affects the entire tavern. Or gives him a stupid field.

But I can make some fantastic drinks. And some of them have effects. Like the one I gave you at the start. I can cheer someone up, make a drink that gives energy or knocks someone out, and I can even handle liquids that normal bartenders cant. For instance, a Level 20 [Bartender] couldnt even mix that floating drink I gave you.

Erin stared at both husband and wife. She looked at the door, pointed at it, and gave up. The Drake and Gnoll stared at her, friendly, helpful for no other reason thanthey were good people. And utterly determined not to answer any questions about the naked Named Adventurer. Erin sighed.

Okay. Fine. What about guests? And uh, do you have a piece of paper?

-

and a dedicated clientele is important. You can be open to all, like we are, but youd better be the best. From what youve said, it sounds like you want adventurers as your main revenue base, is that right?

II mean, itd be nice.

An hour later, Erins head hurt, but she had two full pages of cramped and slightly blotched notes from all Rufelt and Lasica had told her. They were full of tips, and Erin had realized she was full of questions.

I didnt know there was so much to know. I mean, about being an [Innkeeper]. I just got my class from cleaning a room. In an inn, obviously, but still. I had no idea how much Ive missed.

Rufelt laughed lightly.

Theres nothing you need to know about being an [Innkeeper], Erin. Thats why youve done so well. But theres experience, tips from others. And somehow, we doubted the [Innkeepers] in Liscor or Celum had been helping you out.

Lasica nodded, absently reading over Erins shoulder.

Adventurers travel about, which is a problem, but your door solves some of that. But you do need better security. And your golem idea is novel, Ill grant you, but it is a pricey investment. And if you break one, thats a lot of gold gone in a moment. Just look into some [Guards].

Got it. Maybe the Antinium?

Lasica and Rufelt shuddered. Erin looked up.

Theyre nice! Really!

I find that very hard to believe. But then, I lived through the Antinium Wars. I do hear the Hive around Liscor is different from the rest. But lets just say I wont test that theory.

Im going to bring Pawn through to Pallass someday. With Numbtongue. And Mrsha too, I guess. Uhokay, thats written down.

Lasica squinted at the parchment.

If you say so. Your handwriting is atrocious.

Hey, Im drunk!

No youre not.

Youre right. Okay, what about the innkeepers? Why wouldnt they help me?

Lasica and Rufelt exchanged a look.

Ooh. She doesnt know, Lasica. In that case, we should probably introduce her later.

To the good [Innkeepers] in Pallass, at least. For another day.

Erin waved a hand in front of their faces. She didnt mind the husband-wife talk they did, or the fact that Lasicas tail twined around Rufelt when they stood together, butokay, it was obnoxious sometimes.

Know what?

Innkeepers talk amongst each other. That includes tavern owners and people who manage hostels, and so on, by the way. It depends on where you are and who you know, but I could, say, get in touch with someone in Celum if I had an issue that extended there.

Lasica explained matter-of-factly to Erin. Rufelt nodded.

Its all informalnothing like the Merchants Guild or Mages Guild or so onbut it does exist. In some cities, [Innkeepers] work together. Like in Celum.

Liscors not like that. But they do share something. And we know this because both groups dont like you very much. Celum especially.

Lasica sighed. Erin blinked at them. She remembered Miss Agnes mentioning there was a group of [Innkeepers] in Celum, but it had slipped her mind. Rufelt nodded sympathetically.

They might cause you trouble, but you shouldnt worry too much, yes? You have a magic door and they dont. Just bear it in mind.

Great. Something else to write down. Thank you, by the way.

Erin grumbled to herself. Lasica laughed lightly. She looked at Erin, and then at the window.

Hm. Were into early evening. Almost time to open up. And I need another drink.

Water for you. You need to cook Erin one proper meal and one more drink would make you too tipsy for your best. Besides, we have a business to run tonight.

Sternly, Rufelt handed Lasica a glass of water. She sighed, but sipped from it. Erin looked at the two.

No, seriously. This is so helpful. Thanks for being so nice. And II didnt do anything to deserve it.

Besides save a city? Besides building your inn from practically nothing? Dont be silly, girl.

Lasica walked past Erin. She had a wet cloth in hand and she was polishing something in the center of the room. Tails and Scales was very bar-focused, but it had a number of tables. And, Erin had overlooked this, one of the tables in the center of the room was quite strange. It had no chairs around it and the top was flat and black. And it was a solid block, not a table at all, in fact. Erin stared as Lasica checked something, opening a door in the side of the blackwhatever it was.

Butstill. Thank you. No ones been so nice to me before. I shouldI mean, I cant pay you, but Ill return the favor

Erin stammered. She caught Rufelt looking at her oddly. Lasica just shook her head and turned to filling the door with something. Wait. Coal? But Erin was looking at Rufelts odd expression.

What?

Erin Solstice. We dont want money. And you may consider this a favor, but we would rather you didnt. We did this because we wanted to meet you. Even without that, if I had seen you crying on the street, I would have done just this. Do I need a reason to make you a drink?

The Gnoll looked at Erin. The young woman hesitated.

No. Of course not. Its justits been so long since I met someone who just wanted tohelp me.

Rufelts eyes widened a bit. He looked up and Erin knew he was meeting his wifes eyes.

Has it really been that long?

No. Yes. Ive met great people. Who helped me out a lot. The Horns, the Halfseekersbut theyre guests. The last time someone justhelped me when I was in pain wasmaybe it was Klbkch and Relc?

A soft intake of breath from behind Erin.

The Slayer and the Gecko of Liscor?

Erin laughed at that. She felt incredibly sad and welcomed at the same time.

No. Just Relc and Klbkch! Klbkch washe gave me a healing potion for my hand. And Relc? Hes a jerk, and a good guy sometimes. And I think hes better. He killed the closest thing Numbtongue had to a father and Klbkch is really mean to Pawn. But they helped me without asking for anything. So did Krshia, but that was back then. Since then I help people. I have friends.

But youre the one who supports them most of the time, isnt that so?

I guess.

Erin looked down at the bars countertop. It was very smooth. Very beautiful wood. She heard a footstep, and then felt a light touch on her shoulder. Lasica looked down at her.

Thats what an [Innkeeper] is. They give shelter to their guests. The best ones do more. Ive never wanted the job. A [Cook] only has to do one thing. A [Barkeep]s job ends with their shift. I think you need a break, Erin.

I do. I know.

Erin stared down at her inky, messy notes. A paw reached out and gently tugged them away from her. Rufelt put them behind him.

Well, Erin. Consider this an invitation. Whenever you wish, for whatever reason, you may leave your inn and come here. Dont worry about debts or payment. When you need someone to look after you, come here. Youll always be welcome in Tails and Scales.

What he said.

Erin looked up at a smiling Drake face. She saw Rufelt leave the bar. And her eyes overflowed. But they werent bad tears. She was just a bit overwhelmed. Just a bit tired. So Erin cried at the bar as Rufelt panicked a bit and Lasica found her a warm towel to wipe her face on. Then there was another comforting drink.

And the tavern opened. By the time the first Drake [Barkeep], one of Rufelts apprentices, came in, Erins tears were dried. Two [Servers], a Gnoll and Drake joined the mix. All of them introduced themselves to Erin.

This is my apprentice, Usshi.

Rufelt introduced the [Barkeep], who gave Erin a smile that made you want to smile back. And the two [Barmaids]. People were already waiting at the door when the Gnoll [Server]a class for someone who was just starting out their career in that areaopened the door.

Erin Solstice. We meet again.

The young woman blinked at Maughin and several of his fellow [Smiths] and apprentices. She stood up to greet him, then Xif, and to Lasicas displeasure, Melinni. Theyd all come to talk more about the Pallass issue, but after a quick discussion where Lasica leaned in, they didnt invite Erin. They filled the tables, talking to Lasica as more Drakes, Gnolls, Dullahans, and even a Garuda couple came in.

Some were [Mages]. Others [Scribes], [Weavers], [Potters], and others that Lasica and Rufelt knew by name. There was even a [Hauler] whod reached such a high level that hed become a [Cargomaster]. The Garuda pair were [Aerial Dancers]. Erin met them all. Rufelt served drinks, some plain shots, others glowing, magical, wine and spirits and occasionally, juice.

He did it quickly, with a flourish, sometimes suggesting a change in the order that was always accepted. He knew his customers. And he was flawlessexcept for his fondness for spinning the drinks about. He only stopped that when Maughin complained about the third in a row.

And then Lasica started cooking some appetizers, or an early dinner. She didnt go into the kitchen. Rather, the kitchen came to her. A [Line Cook] came in to learn from her, and Erin saw why.

A hibachi grill!

A hot plate table. Hands off.

Lasica corrected Erin. She had been throwing coal into the furnace at the bottom of the table, and now she lit it. Erin stared as she tossed some oil on the table, and then some thin strips of meat. Almost at once they began to cook and she flipped them onto a plate.

Itsbuthow? Thats from where I am! How did you

Rufelt grinned at Erins face.

If there was ever a way to burn their food, Drakes would surely find it. Just be glad Lasicas not cooking flamb. And order what you want! She can cook you up a wonderful bowl of these noodles, with some meat and fried vegetables

C-can I have an egg?

Lasica laughed. Erin had her egg. She had a lot of food, actually. Her stomach seemed to have forgotten its usual dimensions as she ate Lasicas hot, delicious food greedily. And she found herself sitting next to Maughin, then Xif, and then others, talking to them. Not as an [Innkeeper] did to the guests, but as someone with all the time on their hands to pester Maughin about what was under his armor, or ask Xif about magical food, a topic he was only too happy to work with her on.

Erin laughed as Rufelt showed off at his bar, serving a flaming drink to a brave Gnoll, and then a crowd favoritean alcohol that turned the entire glass invisible too. They let him make six drinks and then searched for them. Erin found one and it turned her tongue green as a bonus surprise.

And then the Dullahan walked in. Not one of Maughins [Smith] friends. Her armor was ceramic, painted white and green, and very beautiful. And she held a cello.

Ah. Our [Cellist]. I almost forgot wed asked her to come in tonight.

Maughin leaned over the bar. Erin stared as the Dullahan musician set up. There was a little stand for her head with a pillow, a stool, and she was ready. She sat at a corner of the tavern, almost like an afterthought.

Until she began to play. And Erin realized she had a Skill. There were other instruments playing with the Dullahan. But she was alone, and the song that filled the tavern was slow and beautiful.

It changed the atmosphere of the room. From energetic, the room grew thoughtful. And then Lasica abandoned her grill. She let the [Line Cook] take over, and Rufelt stepped out from behind his bar. They moved to a clear spot in the room and began to dance.

They werent the only ones. The Garuda got up, and so did some other couples. Erin looked around. She saw the Dullahan [Cellist] play on as the tables and chairs were pushed back. The Drakes and Gnolls danced slowly, not with skill for most part, but just lost in each other. The music invited that kind of slow, quiet moment. Those who didnt dance just sat back, drinks in hand, or ate quietly, savoring the music.

On her stand, the Dullahans eyes were closed. Her body played on. Erin envied the quiet, serene look on her face. And she envied the way Lasica and Rufelt smiled at each other as they occupied the center of their home.

Doesnt it make you jealous? As Gnoll and Drake couples go, theirs is one of the most famous in Pallass. Everyone knows of Tails and Scales. Normally you have to be invited to come in by a regular.

Erin looked around. Usshi, the young [Barkeep], was serving drinks. She looked at Erin.

A drink?

Ohwhat should I get? Uh

Erin didnt want to ask for something that would require Rufelt. Usshi waved a claw.

Ask me for anything. Rufelt has a Skill that passes on some of his talents to me. [Bartenders Gift] or something. I only hope I wont need it. And you dont need to pay anyways. How about something cold? Have you seen this?

The Drake pulled a tumbler out and filled with some rum and juice it before Erin could protest. And then she went over to a counter in the back of the bar. Erin stared as she placed the tumbler of alcohol on it. Erin saw the sides of the tumbler frost overthe [Barkeep] took it off and quickly handed it to Erin.

Ice-cold. And just wait

She pointed. To Erins astonishment, the alcohol hadnt turned entirely to ice. Rather, it had become a slushy. Usshi handed Erin a spoon and wooden straw. And Erin nearly cried again because it was from home. And she stayed in the tavern, drinking, eating, talking. And for one evening, Erin forgot she was an [Innkeeper].

-

Numbtongue eventually got the electrified mana sludge into an empty bottle with a big cork with the help of some gloves, a small spade to shovel the liquid into the jar, and a lot of patience. And some shocks. But he didnt mind the effort. He was pleased with himself. So pleased, that on the way to the inn and back he didnt notice the change in the cave. But on his final trip out, he sensed it.

The Rockmites were agitated. They were scurrying up and down the walls. And when Numbtongue passed through their main nest for the third time they turned towards him.

The Hobgoblin froze. Too late, he realized that his performance with the guitar, not to mention the electricity, maybe even the mining, had upset the insects. They had ignored him earlier, but now they were registering him as a threat. They scuttled off the walls and onto the ground.

Run. Or fight. If he could call down lightning here, he could probably fry them all if he didnt collapse the cave or hit himself. But as Numbtongue was reaching for the guitar and sword he carried, he hesitated. The Rockmites were agitated. But this was their home. Was he going to kill them? He had intruded here.

He looked down at the jar of liquid magic stone hed wrapped up as the Rockmites advanced on him. It was his. The Rockmites had no need for it. Hed made this. In a wayhed mined it out of rock, with Pyrites memories and the help of Erins door and the Rockmitesbut even so, Numbtongue had stolen this from no one.

It was one of the first things Numbtongue had ever made without stealing. Besides that, and music. Was he going to taint it by killing?

No.

The word made the Rockmites hesitated. They were advancing in a rolling wave, preparing to surround the Hobgoblin, engulf him in one movement. They held back as he set his burdens down and lifted his guitar. But the chords did not flash with electricity. Numbtongue played slowly. The music was quiet, gentle, not like the hard thunder of earlier.

Because he was no thief. Not a killer. Not even scaring. Not here. Not today.

The song that filled the cave was a soft tune at first. Soft, gentle plucking on the strings. So soothing that even the Rockmites sensed something was different. They held back, waiting, confused. And then Numbtongue began to sing.

It was a flash of white waving

We followed her together

Laughing as if we knew

My brothers came to rest in the mud.

The tune was slow to come out just right, the words painful. And he played to insects who knew nothing of him. But it didnt matter. They held still. And Numbtongue sang, as he could only do when he was alone. To them, to himself.

Blood has long spilled

Now and then, again

Im tired, so Im asking

When will we stop?

They approached him, and drew away. The Hobgoblin bent, and they scuttled back. He tried to make them understand. He was a [Bard]. If he couldnt play to all species, both monsters, and people, what point was there?

I came here not to harm you

Or for you to hurt me, listen;

A Goblin asks for peace. Will you agree?

They did not respond. How could they? Maybe they didnt even understand. But as Numbtongue kept playing, he walked forwards. He sang, and the Rockmites backed up.

The lyrics didnt match the tune on the guitar. The pacing was off. Numbtongue improvised the forth verse. And the fifth. But it didnt matter. He knew this song by heart.

It was the same song as hed sung in the inn. It wasnt about the words. It was the message.

Peace. At least for the moment.

The Rockmites probably barely thought, and they might not even hear Numbtongues words as such. But they listened, an audience as he sang a universal song. And they let him go.

If you were cynical, you could have said they were just confused by the music, wary of Numbtongue with guitar in hands. But if you believed, as Numbtongue did, maybe the music had meant something.

Could use more work. Needs better words.

He grunted to himself as he approached the door. The purple mana stone went on the door. He opened the door, scowled at the stone, and leaned against the caves entrance. He closed his eyes.

Tomorrow Ill go higher.

And he played his song again.

-

Late in the evening, Erin Solstice walked back through her door into her inn. Her home.

Im not drunk! I just drank a lot of alcohol! But its okay since its me!

Erin protested as the surly Drake [Guard] shut the door in her face. She glared at the wooden door.

Jerk.

She stuck out her tongue, and felt happy about being so silly. She looked back at the door. Shed gone to Pallass looking forsomething. And instead, the city had jumped out at her. Surprised her. Made her actually like it this time around. She sighed.

Okay Pallass, you win round one. But next time? Im gonna rock your socks! Do Drakes or Gnolls wear socks?

Erin was caught up in that thought for a second. She wasnt drunk, in point of fact. But she was happy. And excited to the point of being silly. No, shed remembered she could be silly and she was rejoicing in that fact. She was almost debating opening the door to heckle the Drake some more, then she remembered to set it to purple.

As soon as she did, the door opened. Erin jumped as Numbtongue strode through. He blinked as he nearly ran into her. She smiled up at him.

Oh. Numbtongue. How was your day?

The Hobgoblin was dirty, sweaty, and looked tired. But he looked at peace. He hesitated, then gave Erin a half-smile.

Good. You?

Erin hesitated. Then she grinned.

I had a great day. But what happened to you?

The Hobgoblin hesitated. He looked around the inn. There was some kind of commotion; everyone was gathered around Apista, and Lyonette was talking with Pisces, Ceria, and Falene for some reason. He shook his head.

Later. Maybe tonight we cantalk?

The hopeful look in his eye didnt pass Erin by. She nodded.

Tonight. Over a drink? I learned a few recipes, although I have no idea how to make mine fly.

The Hobgoblin gave Erin an odd look. She laughed. Then she turned.

Lyonette! Hey guys, whats up? Anything happen while I was away?

For some reason that got her the oddest look. But Erin was too excited to wonder why. She waved her arms, trying to get their attention.

Youll never believe what a day I had! Okay, first, I went through into Pallass and guess what? I met this couple that

Erin paused. She stared at the gathered adventurers. They were all blinking at her. Erins gaze travelled across them. She stopped on Pisces. He blinked as she pointed at him.

You could use some abs. You too, Ceria. Typhenous is old so hes fine, and Moores cool since he can lift cows, but the rest of you need to work out.

Erin turned. Her finger wavered as it went to the other [Mages] in the room. She wasnt drunk. Definitely not. She definitely hadnt gotten drunk because she was immune to alcohol, right? Unless shed turned it off just to see what it was like. Thatsounded like something she would do.

The others stared at Erin. Revi opened her mouth, but Moore spoke up.

Lift a cow? How strong does she think I am? I could use a spell maybe, but with my arms? Id strain my back!

Take it as a compliment, Moore.

Jelaqua slapped Moore on the shoulder. She laughed, and Erin looked at Lyonette.

So, did I miss anything?

-

As Erin listened with open mouth to Lyonettes story about Apista, Numbtongue presented his mana sludge to Typhenous. The old [Mage]s eyes popped as he stared at the jar Numbtongue carefully held away from his body in gloved hands.

You found that in the mountains? Why, itsmagicore! Revi, come and see!

The other adventurers looked up, scenting something interesting or profitable. Revi walked over, frowning alternatively at Typhenous, the jar, and Numbtongue.

What? What did you say he found? It looks like yellow goo, Typhenous. Mixed with dirt. Is it valuable?

The old [Mage]s voice shook a bit.

I should imagine? To the right buyers, certainly. How much did you say you found, er, Numbtongue?

The Hobgoblin met Typhenous eyes steadily.

I didnt.

The old [Mage] paused. Then he coughed.

Of course, of course. I was just curious. You seeits just, this sample? Its raw magicore. Thats the layfolk term for it. Its more likeunrefined raw mana, in physical form.

Incorrect.

Pisces and Falene both spoke up at once. They glared at each other. Pisces held up a finger, Ceria elbowed him and interrupted Falene as well.

Its not raw mana so much as mana-infused rock. Close enough, I know. Shut up, Pisces. Numbtongue, Wistram prizes the stuff. If you apply the right magics to it, you can turn it into a mana stone of unrivaled quality.

Numbtongue blinked at the magicore. You could? No, that made sense. But it wasnt something useful to Goblins. Typhenous was staring at it.

If you were to place a monetary value upon itthere is a difference in quality, but if there were aa vein of it in the mountains, it might be worthmight I inspect it, ah, Numbtongue?

The Hobgoblin studied Typhenous for a second. Then he shrugged.

Here.

He offered it in one gloved hand to Typhenous. The [Mage] grasped for it greedily, and then let out an exclamation of shock.

Ah!

The jar tumbled from his hands as the [Mage] snatched his hands back. Numbtongue grabbed it on the way down. He chortled to himself as Typhenous shook out his hands.

You ass. Typhenous, are you okay? That was hilarious.

Revi alternated between a glare of concern and an amused expression. Typhenous gave Numbtongue a reproachful look. Ceria blinked at the magicore.

Huh. I didnt see that. Looks like its picked up some kind of focus. Electric, by the looks of it.

Pieces sniffed. He opened his mouth and Falene jumped in. The half-Elf gave Numbtongue a superior look and adopted a lecturing tone to the group.

Not nearly as valuable, then. Raw magicore is free-form, transmutable. This now has an elemental quality; thus its potential is shaped.

She tapped one finger against the glass jar, and Numbtongue noted with irritation that she didnt let it shock her somehow.

Of course, any full [Mage] of Wistram would know that. Now, I would take this and

Falene went to pluck the glass jar out of Numbtongues grip. It didnt budge. The half-Elf stopped. Numbtongue gave her a grin with all his teeth,

Mine. Not yours.

I was merely making a point. If youll let me

The jar didnt budge. Falene let out a slow breath. Ceria looked amused as she glanced at Numbtongue. Then she eyed Falene, and jabbed her in the side.

The older half-Elf made a sound and jumped. She glared at Ceria. The [Ice Mage] had an innocent look on her face.

Sorry, Falene. My hand slipped. But that is Numbtongues jar. And he can do what he wants with it. We cant take it away from a fellow adventurer, can we?

She gave Typhenous a pointed look. The [Mage] coughed.

No, no, I just wished to seemay I ask if that was the only sample found though? Please?

He gave Numbtongue an imploring look. The [Bard] hesitated, then relented.

No. Probably more. I just hit upper part of vein. Opened holetheres more. Raw. This isdifferent. Made it electric.

He saw the way the adventurers eyes changed at that. Falene glanced over her shoulder at Dawil, as if to signal him. The Dwarf raised a finger.

I dont mine! Up yours, pointy ears!

Typhenous licked his lips.

How much more? And Numbtongue, I might be forward in this, but if we could strike a deal for however much more you could find

The Goblin bit his lip. He didnt like thinking about money. It wasnt something Goblins prized. Erin noticed and broke off from her conversation to ask what all the fuss was about. When she stared at the magicore and gingerly touched it, she yelped.

Gah!

Erin, we said it was electric!

Ceria looked amused as Erin waved her hand. The [Innkeeper] shrugged, still happily drunk. Or drunk and happy, which was even better.

I just wanted to find out! Hey, is it toxic or something? What happens if Numbtongue takes it out of the jar?

The half-Elf scratched her head.

Toxic? Only if you drink it. Or if its giving off fumes. But in the glass jar it should be fine. Its not really a liquid, Erin.

Pisces nodded. He looked down self-importantly at Mrsha and Ksmvr, the only audience he could find.

Magicore is technically valuable, but I would put it far below gold, above silver in terms of rarity. Certainly not as rare as most gemstones of decent quality, but if Numbtongue could wheel away, say, a barrel of the stuff he might earn several hundred gold coins for it. At least. If the quality were high, which from the translucency I deduce it is not, he might earn more. You see, magicore is easily appraised at a glance. The translucency, or rather, the lack of any detail marks it as highly unfocused, and it is that lack of focus, the raw potential that [Mages] interested in creating mana stones crave

Mrsha blinked up at him. Ksmvr was scribbling notes. He raised a hand.

Question, Comrade Pisces. What is the use of mana stones outside of Miss Erins door? I am aware of their effects as mana reservoirs for [Mages], but have they any other effects?

Ah, Ksmvr, Im glad you asked.

Pisces smiled self-importantly. He gestured at Erins door.

You see, those stones on Erins door are quite poor-quality. Which is good; they need not be more than simple ah, anchors by which to guide the teleportation spell. But mana stones in general have any number of effects. They can hold an enchantment, allowing a [Mage] to weave his or her spells through the stone to aid in concentration, power mechanisms or fuel artifacts needing magic, or, and this is the most common effect in war, be used as a single-cast spell.

Ah, much like an [Alchemist]s potions.

Ksmvr nodded. Pisces nodded, and Mrsha nodded as well just to be included.

Indeed. But mana stones are rarer, and depending on the size and quality of the gem, they can contain very powerful spells. I made a habit of studying a few, ah, in hopes of incorporating them with my undead creations, but sadly only a master [Gem Mage] would be able to use a mana stone without shattering the crystal itself.

That caught Numbtongues attention. He wandered over to Pisces as Typhenous shocked himself again and Erin mused about light bulbs and batteries out loud. The [Necromancer] glanced up at Numbtongue and hesitated.

Ah. Numbtongue.

Pisces.

The Hobgoblin and [Necromancer] stared at each other for a second. Then Numbtongue reached into his belt pouch.

You know mana stones? Can you look at this?

Well, I am only moderately studied in the subject. But I suppose I could look at

Pisces inhaled as he saw the glittering blue mana stone in Numbtongues palm. Half the adventurers turned their heads again. Typhenous craned his head, but it was Falene who exclaimed.

Let me see that!

This time Numbtongue didnt protest. He held out the stone and Falene hesitated a second before holding her hand out. Numbtongues eyes narrowed, but he dropped the mana stone into her palm. The half-Elf hesitated.

Thank you.

She stared down at the mana stone and held it up to the light. Pisces, scowling, tried to see, but the half-Elf accidentally moved to get a better view and cut him off. Then she stared sharply at Numbtongue.

Where did you get this?

From a friend.

Numbtongue met her eyes without blinking. Falene frowned.

Do you have any more?

He gave her a Goblin shrug. Falene pursed her lips.

If you do, I will buy them from you.

Let me see! Is that a pure mana stone? Without defect?

As Numbtongue addressed the question to me, I should see first. Miss Skystrall? I believeMiss Skystrall?

Falene held the stone out of reach of the other two [Mages] who squabbled over it. Ceria covered her eyes and Revi pulled Typhenous back, hissing at him.

Stop embarrassing yourself!

But Falenes attention was all on Numbtongue. When he reluctantly showed her another of Pyrites remaining stones, she very nearly gasped. She made him an instant offer, a number that made Erins jaw drop. Numbtongue just shook his head.

Mine. I dont want to sell.

But these are no use to you. Numbtongue, is it? Listen to me. If you desire gemstones, I can provide them. But these are worth far more than simple jewels. These are high-grade mana stones. You have no idea what focus they haveor what use they might be. In the possession of a [Mage], they could be quite valuable. But theyre of no use to a non-[Mage] let alone

She closed her mouth abruptly. Numbtongue, who could fill in missing words, gritted his teeth. The inn fell silent. Erin glared.

A tankard banged at a table in the corner of the room. Falene and Numbtongue turned, and Dawil, sitting with Ylawes, Halrac, and Seborn, all of whom hadnt deigned to get up, pointed at his companion. The Dwarfs voice was a rumble.

Falene, youre a half-wit.

The half-Elfs cheeks turned red. She waited, eyes flashing at Dawil, but he only took a long drink from his tankard. Then he looked at Numbtongue.

Thats all I wanted to add. Sorry about her. Shes slow. Carry on.

Numbtongue grinned. He looked at Falene.

Mine.

He held out a hand. After a second she dropped them into his palm. Typhenous cleared his throat.

I would like to make an offer, Miss Skystralls nonwithstanding

Hey. What about us?

Ceria raised her voice. She looked at Pisces.

We could use those, right?

If one was so inclinedand we have ample funds

Pisces voice trailed off as he recalled where his team had gotten the funds from. Revi rolled her eyes. She looked at Numbtongue.

You could just smash it.

Everyone stared at her. Revi raised her hands.

What? You could. I dont know a lot about mana stones or advanced magical theory. [Summoner], remember? But I know some things and I know that you can trigger a mana stone by smashing it. Looks like that one has a focus. Sokeep it, and smash it if a monster attacks. Who knows? You might get lucky.

That is the most idiotic

Falene ducked as Dawil threw an empty mug at her. She pointed and it zoomed back towards his face. Ylawes batted it down with a reproachful look. Falene pursed her lips, but fell silent. Pisces coughed.

As Miss Skystrall said

Oh god, not more [Mage] talk. Please say it in simple words, Pisces. Or Ill hit you.

Yvlon looked up from her table where she was dicing with Jelaqua and Moore. The [Necromancer] sighed.

Fine. Rock goes smash, something happens. But no one can tell what. That stone could simply dissipate. Or explode. Or

He waved his hands and glared at Yvlon. Mrsha waved her paws as well, looking excited at the idea. Erin eyed the stone and edged back from it a bit. Numbtongue frowned. He knew all of this, okay, parts. He wanted to know how to use mana stones without being a [Mage]. He looked at Revi again.

Okay. I can break the stone and getsomething random. What about breaking it with my teeth?

Revi stared at him.

You meaneating it? That sounds like the dumbest idea I could think of. I guess it would do something since all that mana would go into your body. But who would do that?

Numbtongue stared at the stone. Pisces cleared his throat.

None of these hypotheticals are strictly safe. Numbtongue, if I may offer a solution? If money is not your objective and I have no reason to believe it iswhy not offer the stone to Octavia? She could brew a potion out of it. At least, I know some [Alchemists] use mana stones. She might charge you coin, or one of the other stones, but if she could reliably harness the stones power, then you would have a brew you could at least throw or ingest, again assuming you could discover the effects. But happily, [Alchemists] have many ways of discovering a stones effects.

Numbtongue brightened at that idea. That did sound good. Falene looked disgusted, however.

Octavia? You would bring [Alchemists] into this? Please spare me such notions. There are two decent [Mages] among us and four untrained fools

Gee, thanks.

Ceria rolled her eyes. Revi copied Dawil. Typhenous stroked his beard.

As much as it pleases me to have your respect, Miss Falene

The half-Elf cut him short with a look.

I was referring to myself and Moore.

Oh. How unfortunate.

A painful silence fell as everyone glared at Falene or deliberately didnt look at her. Ksmvr walked over to Yvlon and tugged on her arm gently. He didnt bother lowering his voice.

Miss Skystrall seems quite agitated. Yvlon, please explain her state of mind.

Well, you see, Ksmvr, some people are just sour

Jelaqua began, but Falene whirled. The Selphid raised her hands as Falenes eyes flashed with more than just indignation. Her voice snapped across the inn.

If I am upset, its in wasting over a month of time and effort to rush to Ylawes sisters aid, with little thanks and no reward. However, that would be enough save for the fact that the other teams here have clearly benefitted while we received nothing more than some gold.

We all participated in the lottery, Falene

Ceria broke off as Falene pointed a finger at her without looking.

Do not lie to me, sister. I may not be able to see inside a bag of holding, but I can hardly miss Ksmvr and Pisces sitting in their rooms, rolling in piles of gold and gems.

The inn fell silent. Numbtongues head turned, with all the others to Pisces and Ksmvr. The [Necromancer] had turned bright red. Halrac closed his eyes, his sole contribution so far to the night. Yvlon banged her head on the table. Ksmvr opened his mandibles.

Ah. We must have left the door ajar, Comrade Pisces.

Falene. You know we didnt come here for treasure. If the other teams foundsomething, it was their discovery.

Ylawes spoke up quietly. He didnt quite look at any of the other adventurers, though. Dawil sighed. Falene stared at her team captain, lips white.

If I wish for some, small benefit, what of it? Numbtongue has no use for those mana stones. None at all. While I

Crack.

Falene blinked. She whirled, and stopped. Numbtongue stared at her defiantly. The cracked blue mana stone emitted a burst of viridian light as he crunched it between his teeth. He closed his mouth, but the burst of magical light lit up his head from the inside.

What did you do?

The half-Elf [Battlemage] stared at Numbtongue in horror. But he was distracted. His mouth first felt slightly numb, and then he felt saliva gathering, as if the rock was actually tasty and hadnt just cut open his mouth. But it wasnt saliva or blood. Numbtongues cheeks bulged and his eyes widened with alarm.

Numbtongue?

Erin stared at the [Bard] in horror. Numbtongue tried to say something, or spit what was in his mouth out. A bit of viridian spurted out of his mouth. Falene recoiled.

The liquid never touched the ground. Halfway down it turned to gas, a thick, clinging substance that hovered in the air. Falene gaped at it with everyone else. Mrsha took a step forwards, and Pisces pointed.

No one touch it or inhale it! [Wind Blast]!

The bit of magical smoke was funneled towards the door. Typhenous and Lyonette dove out of the way. Pisces cursed.

Someone get the door!

Half the adventurers moved, but Jelaqua leapt first. She didnt need to breathe, so she hurled the door open. Pisces pointed and the wind blew the smoke out. Then he turned to Numbtongue.

The Goblins cheeks were bulging. There was more liquid filling it! Pisces eyes grew round.

Someone get

Numbtongue knew there wasnt time. He was about to have the liquid whatever-it-was spurt out his nose, or hed swallow it. Neither option appealed to him, so he looked around and grabbed something. A jar. Numbtongue tore off the lid and spat.

The Goblin made a bleh sound as the blue-green liquid poured from his mouth into the jar. Part of it turned to gas on the way down, but most of it landed squarely in the container he was holding. He coughed it out, corked the lid, then stared at the jar.

Do you see how dangerous it is? Who knows what effect that gas would have had on your lungsor on us all? There is no telling the effect. As for your reckless

Falene.

Ylawes interrupted the half-Elf as she began to shout at Numbtongue. It wasnt just the gas Numbtongue was still exhaling. It was the jar. The jar full of electrified magicore. And now, blue liquid. Numbtongue saw the two liquids mixing. And both were glowing brighter. And the liquid was turning to gas inside the jar and expanding and the cork was starting to tremble

He smashed the cork back in. But now the entire jar was shaking. Numbtongue exhaled more viridian in horror.

The adventurers took cover. Moore pulled Mrsha behind him. Falene, standing closest to Numbtongue, backed away in horror.

Falene? Whats about to happen?

Ylawes had his shield up. The half-Elf looked at him.

I dont

Falene?

The jar was shaking. Numbtongue felt the glass expanding. His arms shook as the electricity suddenly became twice as strong. He looked at Falene. She shouted.

I dont know! Toss it away, toss it

-

Two Drakes climbed the hill towards The Wandering Inn. One was male, the other female. Selys was leading Olesm, urging him to climb faster.

Come on. Im sure she has time for you. The adventurers are at her inn all the time. You can at least apologize, and if she clocks you, well, wouldnt that make you feel better?

She doesnt want to see me, Selys.

Yeah. Probably not. But how long are you going to avoid her?

The [Strategist] shook his head. He stared up at the inn on top of the hill.

I shouldnt visit her now. The door wasnt working. Shes cut Liscor off, Selys.

Shes not mad anymore, Olesm. I think. She was never angry, just sad. Look, lets just go up there and if

The door opened. Olesm and Selys saw something blew blast out followed by a gust of wind. They blinked up at the inn and heard a shout. Then nothing.

Uh

Someone appeared at the door. Numbtongue. He raced outside, a glass jar in hand. He threw it as far as he couldstraight towards them. Both Drakes saw a tiny, glowing jar filled with yellow, blue and green, hurtling towards them.

They ducked.

The jar landed in the mud in front of them with a wet thump. Both Drakes breathed a sigh of relief. They stared at the jar. Then they noticed how it was shaking. They looked up at the inn in alarm. A half-Elf appeared in the doorway. Her eyes went round as she saw them.

Run, you idiots!

The two Drakes stared at the bottle. Then they turned and ran. Three seconds later, the jar exploded as the pent up liquid turned to gas and mixed with the magicore.

Selys heard something hiss and then bang of sound behind her. She half-turned and a glass shard flew past her face. She stopped and stared as Olesm tripped and tumbled in the mud.

The glass jar had burst, but not with the force of, say, an explosion. It was just that the blue gas laced with crackling volts of electricity was expanding too fast for the jar to contain it. Now it expanded into a huge cloud, twenty feet in diameter. It hovered in the air, like some kind of strange earth-bound viridian cloud. Selys could see miniature bolts of lightning earthing on the ground below the cloud.

Selys stared at the cloud. Olesm picked himself up from the mud. They looked at the cloud, and then at the inn. Selys forced saliva into her dry mouth.

I think that was an accident, Olesm. Honest. Butjust in case, lets go back tomorrow.

-

Lastly this happened. Ceria was busy listening to Falene shout at Numbtongue when she felt a poke in the side. She yelped, and immediately realized why all of her friends hated when she did that to them. She turned to glarebut softened it when she realized who was doing the poking.

Captain Ceria, may I ask what tomorrow brings?

Ksmvr stood politely at attention, armed with his short sword, dagger, and other gear. He even had his cloak on and the bow strapped to his back. Ceria had to smile; he was always ready. She turned and saw Pisces and Yvlon looking at her. The [Wounded Warrior] raised an eyebrow.

I was wondering that myself, Captain. Weve been sitting in the inn a long time. Time to get back to work?

We have a lot of money. But I suppose we have to wait to get it exchanged at a big city.

Ceria mused to herself. She looked at Pisces and the [Necromancer] shrugged.

We do have an Ashfire Bee contract. But I would not be remiss for more work. However, if our lot calls for sitting and eating to excess, I would not object.

He said that, but the look in his eyes were a challenge. Ceria smiled.

I suppose youre right. We could go to Celum tomorrow. Take a few local requests on.

The Horns brightened. Ksmvr stood straighter, his mandibles opening and raising with delight. He hurried over to the table where he had been sitting and grabbed his pack. Ceria laughed.

Ksmvr, were not going yet!

No, but I must be prepared. I am already prepared, but I wish to make sure. At last. I have been sitting here in readiness for the last nine days. I am pleased that my rations are not yet completely spoiled.

He was pawing through his things. Ceria blinked.

Your rations? Wait. Did you buy rations? Ksmvr, that was a waste of money

He looked affronted and shook his head.

Captain, that would be a waste of funds. Of course I did not buy any. I kept the rations from our last expedition.

What last expedition? You mean, to the dungeon? Ksmvr, that was weeks ago. Unless you mean when you were going to rescue me

No, I refer to the moments when we last ventured with Griffon Hunt.

Yvlon frowned.

How long ago was that? Ksmvr, let me see

She bent to reach for Ksmvrs pack. The Antinium obligingly opened it to show her, and Yvlons face changed halfway down. Ceria had never seen someone turn green that fast. Yvlon staggered back, slapping the flap shut.

Silver and steel!

Oh gods, what now? Has the Antinium kept a Creler as a pet?

Revi threw up her hands. Ceria shook her head. She hesitated and looked at Ksmvr. The Antinium stared innocently at her.

Ksmvr. Hand me the pack.

He did so. Ceria hesitated. She could smellsomething. But the sturdy leather concealed whatever was in quite well. It had done for a long time, apparently. She stared at the pack. Slowly, she opened it.

Pisces and Yvlon recoiled. Ksmvr had little in the way of olfactory senses, so he just peered at his rations.

Ah, they are nicely decomposing. Perfect for renewal if they grow fungi. On the other hand, they can be an appropriate lure

-

One more try. It was an accident. She doesnt hate me. She doesnt hate me

Olesm approached the inn. Selys was using him as a shield. He stared at the closed door, saw it open. He hesitated.

Erin?

A bag flew out the door. It clocked Olesm on the chest, spilling its contents all over him. Selys took one look at it and fled.

Inside the inn, Ksmvr stared at his rations and then at Olesm turning over to throw up as he scrambled to get it off him. He turned to Ceria. She was giving him a look that told him he had made some mistake. The Antinium wilted.

Ah. I take it this was another mistake on my part? Comrade Pisces

And Erin watched all of it happening. She looked at Numbtongue, who was ignoring Falene as he plucked at his guitar. At the other adventurers, debating over what the smoke had been and how useful a weapon it might be. At Apista, riding Mrshas head, at Lyonette, poring over some plans for the inn. And Erin did something that made it all that much better.

She laughed.

[Miner Level 6!]

[Skill Grinder Teeth obtained!]

[Bard Level 29!]

[Song Lightcaller Harmony obtained!]

[Song Peaceful Melody obtained!]