The Wandering Inn

Book 6: Chapter 16

Book 6: Chapter 16

You know, I could quit. Right now. I could quit my job, walk into grandmothers office and tell her to go eat her tail and walk out. Just like that. I could quit and do something else for the rest of my life.

Selys Shivertail looked around the Adventurers Guild. She glanced sideways at her coworker. Maviss, a Drake with pink and red scales, paused as she applied a little scale moisturizer to the scales around her eyes. She had a little makeup kit with her, with everything from paints to touch up off-color scales, to moisturizing products and powders.

Sometimes Selys envied Humans, with their hair and innumerable ways to color lips and change eyelashes and other bodily features. Then again, Drakes could paint their scales. But Selys had given up the makeup game. Now, looking at her friend, she was tempted to get back into it. It was usually expensive. But

You could do that, Selys. But I think Guildmistress Tekshia would rip off your head. Or run you through with one of her spears first. I dont think anyones ever quit to her face. Most just hand in a letter. Shes fired people before to their faces of coursethink youd survive because youre her granddaughter?

No. Shes probably kick my tail out and refuse to let me quit. But I could. Not that Im gonna.

Selys slumped on the counter, playing out the conversation in her head. She winced as the path took a predictable turn. Her grandmother, the infamous Tekshia, was very hard to argue with because if she started losing, she resorted to violence. And it had to be said she was still stronger than Selys in her old age, which didnt seem fair.

Im just saying, Maviss. I could quit.

But what would we do without you? Youre the only person who knows everything around here. Besides your grandmother of course. And if you think Im going to work with her at the front desk

Maviss gestured around the Adventurers Guild. Selys looked around from her desk. It wasnt too busy at the guild, hence their idle chatter. Sometimes there was a huge line at the receptionists desks, which were placed around a central beam in the middle of the room.

Other times it was peaceful, like now. The few adventurers in the back of the room, sitting at the tables and chatting were taking a break from their jobs. The rest were out, either doing nearby requests around Liscor or exploring the dungeon. But carefully. The huge drama of the Raskghar attacks, the dungeon exploration and so on was over. It was peaceful. And Selys was a bit bored.

What would you even do with all your free time, Selys?

I dont know. Go shopping. Party more often? Hang out with Erin and Mrsha?

Ooh. That little cutie? I havent seen her around.

Lyonettes protective. But I could do that. Maybe visit Pallass? But I wouldnt be working, you know? I wouldnt have to deal with stinking adventurers or clean up blood or work late hours

But youve done that all your life. You told me just last week you like bossing adventurers around and working here.

I said that?

Yup.

Maviss delicately applied some scented oil to her scales. Selys leaned back and nearly fell over; her stool had no back. She caught herself on the desk and sighed. It was true. She really didnt mind her job usually. Her coworker shot her a glance.

Why are you saying this now? Because of all the money you have?

What? Who told you how much money I have? I mean, er, well, its just that I could.

Selys scratched at her neck. Her tail curled up before she caught herself. Maviss rolled her eyes and her tailed waved back and forth a tad irritably.

Come on, Selys. Everyone knows youre loaded after inheriting yourI mean, Generalyou own the Heartflame Breastplate.

Yeah.

For a second both Drakes faces fell. It was still hard to say it. Zel Shivertail, Selys uncle, was dead. And hed left the armor hed been wearing to her.

Okay, I do have more money. So yeah, I could quit.

How much?

I cant say.

That much? I heard you paid for a night at the Tailless Thief with Warsh and the others last night.

Only because they didnt have enough on them. And I had money, so

Selys rubbed her head as she remembered that night out. She regretted it, too. All shed woken up with was a sense that shed spent too much coin. But she couldnt even tell how much shed spent; the little trove of gold coins hadnt noticeably decreased in any quantifiable sense of the word. Maviss gave her a sidelong glance.

You know what Id do?

What?

Quit my job, like you said. Take a trip to the Walled Cities. Spend like a month or two in each one, going to big parties, seeing all the sights

That sounds like work.

Youre just saying that because youve never travelled, Selys.

Im a Liscorian, born and bred.

How would you know? Youve never been past the Blood Fields! Selys, theres a door to Pallass in The Wandering Inn! And you know the innkeeper yourself! You could at least take a vacation.

Wellthat might be nice. Maybe Ill talk to grandma about it. I could probably get her to agree if I bought her a present. Or offered to pay for her vacation.

Now theres a good use of money. Bribing your grandma.

Selys laughed. She shook her head. It really was something she had to think about sooner or later. At the very least she had to find a place for all that gold. Or just get a bag of holdingSelys noticed Maviss was busy writing something down now.

Whatre you working on?

Oh, just filling out the details of that request the uh, Horns of Hammerad accepted.

The Ashfire Bee one? Watch Captain Zevara put that up.

Mhm. And they decided to go for it today. Wonder what took them so long.

Selys shrugged.

Ashfire Bees are no joke, Maviss.

True. Darn. Ive filled out the form, butwhats the Ashfire Bee threat ranking? I think I need to add whether this was a natural-based threat for Liscor or a migrating one. Little help?

Ashfire Bees are ranked as a Silver-rank threat. Check your monster encyclopedia. Lower left desk.

Selys pointed. Maviss ducked down and came up with a worn book. She flipped through it quickly.

Thanks.

So did the Horns go to take on the bees alone? Thats dangerous, Maviss.

Nah, theHuman, half-Elf, and Dwarf team went with them. TheSilver Swords. And the Halfseekers. They were going to watch, I think. But really? Three teams? Two Gold-rank teams for an Ashfire Bee nest. Couldnt they just send one [Mage]? Theyre a Silver-rank threat, right?

She looked up. Selys shook her head as she borrowed some of Maviss moisturizer.

Thats deceptive. We rank threats based on how dangerous monsters or animals are. Ashfire Bees are dangerous, but they dont actually attack many people. One might sting you if you step on it or agitate the bee, but thats not a threat. But hives? Hives are dangerous. You can prepare, and there are ways for a Silver-rank team to wipe them outif they prepare right. But if youre suddenly attacked by a thousand Ashfire Bees?

She raised her brows. Maviss shuddered.

Point.

She dipped her quill in ink and scribbled quietly for a second. Selys leaned over.

Make a note of the Hives size, will you? Well add this to the monthly report to the other guilds. If there are other Ashfire Bee nests in the area, they should be careful. Although they are good for flowers.

Yes, boss.

Silence took over for a moment. Maviss finished her work, stamped the signed document and slipped it into a folder under the table. She leaned back in her chair, then looked over at Selys.

Sohow rich are you?

Mm. Not saying.

A hundred gold pieces? No, wait, four hundred? You didnt sell the armor, but I saw Miss Ivirith wearing the armor. And Wall Lord Ilvriss.

Drop it, Maviss.

A thousand gold pieces, then. Two thousand? Four thousand?

Maviss

Come on! I have to know! Six thousand. Eight? Ten

If I had ten thousand gold pieces

Aha! So its less. Okay, under ten thousand. Just wink if Im getting close. Eight? Six? Four? Come on, Selys. Two? Selys? Selys

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Outside of Liscors walls, a mile or two away from the city was a cave. It was a noisy cave, especially in the spring. Ashfire Bees flew in and out, bearing huge loads of pollen and nectar, food for their massive home, a hive in the back of the cave. The oversized bees were terrifying and fascinating.

On one hand they were generally peaceful. They made honey. On the other hand, they were the size of your hands and a single sting would be a world of hurt. And disturb their hive? There were hundreds of Ashfire Bees in the hive. Even someone in armor would die within seconds of incurring their wrath. Which was why the three groups of adventurers waiting outside werent sending a person into the cave.

See, I can appreciate this. This is a solid use of necromancy. Baleros has no problems with undead. Well, less problems. Here we have a problem and instead of sending the Selphid, we send a Bone Horror.

Jelaqua Ivirith commented to Moore and Yvlon as they stood well behind the giant two-headed bear Bone Horror slowly lumbering towards the cave. It was a monstrosity of bone, with a reinforced body and spiky protrusions that would allow it to gore anything it ran into or crushed. It was a monster worthy of a Silver-rank team, but it was on the side of the adventurers.

Pisces, standing next to Ceria and Falene, pointed, and the Bone Horror slowly entered the cave. The Ashfire Bees flying overhead buzzed down. A few landed on the Bone Horror, as if inspecting it. Then one tried to sting it.

All going well so far. Can you see what its doing?

Ceria watched as the Bone Horror entered the cave. Pisces nodded absently. Falene was wrinkling her nose as she watched the [Necromancer] at work. It was a surprise shed come here with Pisces but shed insisted.

I have some sensory perception, yes, Ceria. Im moving it forwards slowly. The bees are, ah, beginning to try and dissuade my creation. But of course their stingers cannot harm it.

Just aim for the hive. Ceria and I will handle any stragglers after your Bone Horror has demolished the hive. Or if it somehow fails before destroying it. I intend to use [Frostdart Swarm]. What about you, Ceria?

Eh. [Ice Wall], probably. Ill just freeze the bees solid. Seems like itd work best. I dont have that many spells against crowds anyways.

Falene sniffed. It was such an imitation of Pisces that both he and Ceria turned to look at her.

You should expand your repertoire, Ceria. A [Mage] should have magics for every occasion, even if you have a forte.

Id like to do that, but we need to buy spellbooks first. The one I have is higher-level than Im capable of at the moment. Im learning spellsbut slowly. Besides, I was kicked out of Wistram before I learned the good spells.

True. Which is why I suggest you stop referring to yourselves as Wistram graduates.

Pisces turned his head to glare at Falene.

We were accredited by Cognita herself, Miss Skystrall. Which Im sure youve heard about if youve finally inquired into our pasts.

I only

Hey! Are you arguing or killing bees? Were not standing out here for fun! Well, I am. But Moores not!

A shout interrupted the start of another fight. The three [Mages] turned. Jelaqua was waving at them. Ksmvr, standing next to her, waved too.

Hello, Captain Ceria, Comrade Pisces! Is our help needed?

Ksmvrs gestured took in the small crowd standing with them. Three teams had gathered at the Ashfire Bee cave. Jelaqua, Moore, Yvlon, Ksmvr, Ylawes, and Dawil were all waiting. Seborn hadnt come, mainly because it was fairly overkill. The other adventurers were standing in the mud. Ceria waved back.

Sorry! The bears headed in! Give us a sec!

She got a wave in reply. Jelaqua turned back to keep talking with Yvlon. Dawil, Ylawes, and Moore were still chatting. Ksmvr was still waving with one arm, poised to spring into action. Ceria turned back to Falene.

Look, we were given the right to call ourselves graduates, Falene. I admit were not high-level enough, butare you angry about our past?

She looked at Falene, a bit apprehensively. The half-Elf [Battlemage] paused.

I am not. I was not at Wistram, so I cannot comment about anyincidents that may have occurred. But you two are still too inexperienced to be called full Wistram graduates. Which is a pity, because if you were, you could easily be a Gold-rank team by now. As it is, you lack the variety and power to reach Gold-rank. For now. But it could happen.

It was perhaps the nicest thing shed said in a long time. Ceria and Pisces both looked at her in surprise.

Really?

Dont take it to heart. I was merely remarking to Moore that it was a shame. You see, a proper [Mage] has spells for every occasion, so even a lower-level [Mage] who knows more spells could in theory beat a more powerful [Mage]. But in your case, both of you have such limited spell selections

She sighed, eyes flicking between the two. Ceria wondered if this was still a compliment or if it had slipped into an insult. Pisces sniffed.

I have a sufficient variety of spells given my [Mage] level, Miss Skystrall. However, my [Necromancer] spells are fairly extensive for my level. My Bone Horrors for instance are a strong accomplishment even for my level. Or would you call the ability to maintain two Bone Horrors at once a Silver-rank adventurers level? It is beginning to tear into the hive, by the way. The bees are quite agitated.

It was true. The droning from the cave was getting a lot louder. Falene paused. She eyed the cave.

I suppose it is more than most Silver-rank teams could commit to an engagement. But hubris is dangerous. There are some Silver-rank teams who are quite capable of taking down Bone Horrors with ease. And they are not Gold-rank teams for the same reason you are not yet; they lack experience, or raw firepower, or

I get it. Thanks, Falene.

Ceria sighed. Falene shot her a glance and Ceria tried to give her a smile. She knew Falene cared, in her way. But it was hard to talk to her. She turned to Pisces. This conversation would be easierif it had to happenafter they were done standing in the muck and having a nice drink at Erins inn. That was what Ceria and her team had been doing all the time of late. Drinking, eating, while the door slowly moved north to Invrisil. Did Ceria feel lazy for doing it? Yes. But she was enjoying herself. And besides, they were working. Even if this was just an easy

Uh oh.

Pisces voice made Ceria looked up. His eyes were suddenly locked on the cave. He licked his lips.

Ah. Erback up. Backoh dear.

Pisces? Something wrong?

The [Necromancer] didnt respond at first. The buzzing inside the cave had reached a crescendo. Ceria exchanged a glance with Falene.

Pisces?

The uhthe Bone Horror began demolishing the hive. Butoh no. The bees are covering the Bone Horror.

So what? They cant hurt it, right?

That was my assumption. And I thought the flames they emitted werent hot enough tobut it is very hot and I think the bone isthe bone is cracking

Ceria heard a snap at the same time Pisces yelled. She jumped. The cracking had come from the cave! Pisces stumbled back.

Pisces?

They broke it! I just lost my connection! They burnt my Bone Horror to pieces! And theyre coming! Raise a barrier!

He pointed towards the cave. Ceria blinked. She raised her hand and looked at Falene.

[Ice Wall].

[Bone Wall]!

[Force Barrier]. Its hardly an issue. They wont be able to

The walls of bone and ice were rising out of the ground, sealing off the cave. They made it halfway up, Cerias ice spell racing up faster than Pisces bone magic when there was a thrumming sound. And then a few hundred bees blasted out of the cave.

A flaming, flying fireball of insects smashed into the growing bone wall, blowing it to pieces. Ceria saw her ice wall melt in a second. The bees shot towards the entrance and stopped, ramming into something at the entrance. Falenes [Force Wall] bulged but held. Falene staggered. And suddenly her expression had grown intense. Her eyes widened and she raised her staff and planted it in the ground.

Oh tree rot. My wall just

Raise another! Now!

Falene shouted at her. Behind her, the other adventurers looked around and saw the bugs swarming at the entrance. Ceria tried.

Okay, its coming up! It shouldgrass shit! They just melted it!

Her ice wall got hallway up before the heat melted straight through the wall. Ceria tried again, but her ice magic couldnt even get close to the bees.

Pisces? Hows that bone?

Its cracking! Theyre too hot! We underestimated them! Back up!

He grabbed Falene, but the half-Elf shook him off. She had planted her staff in the ground.

If I move, the [Force Barrier] will break. Imholding themYlawes, Dawil!

Here!

The other adventurers raced up towards the cave. Ylawes stared at the bees, then at Ceria and Pisces.

The Bone Horror

They turned it to ash! Theyre a lot hotter than I thought they were! We need to pull back!

You cant outrun bees! Aw, hell! Moore! Cover me in vines! Im going to get in there. You cover me while I knock as many down as I can. If I can get enough

Were with you.

Indeed. Allow us to be sacrificial decoys while the [Mages] retreat. Then we shall retreat, assuming we are alive.

Yvlon lifted her sword. Ksmvr had already readied his Forceshield and shortsword. Ylawes looked at Jelaqua and held out a hand.

No.

Ylawes

I meant Ksmvr. Yv, put your helmet on. Shield your face. Borrow Ksmvrs shield. Dawil?

Helmet on. Face covered. Just block the bees and our armor will hold. Got it?

The [Warriors] nodded. They were squaring up, facing the cave. Jelaqua cursed as she lifted her flail.

Moore! Thorns on all of us! Can you do a face covering? Ah, hells, hellsIm just glad we have more bodies back at Erins inn! Falene, let us get close! Can you set up some spells? Ceria? Pisces? We could use a trap or spell!

I cant do anything. I can only hold this barrier and its draining my mana too quickly to

Falene was gasping. Ceria looked around, trying to figure out what she could do.

I can throw some ice magic but theyll melt it! Hold on

No time. Ill hit them with a lightning spell as they come out, but I dont know [Lightning Bolt]. Ceria, start running. Ill pick up Falene and [Flash Step] after you. Ksmvr. Run! Moore as well!

Pisces face was tense. Ksmvr looked around as he handed his shield to Yvlon.

I believe it is time to run, friend Moore. We are useless and fragile. Friend Moore? Hello?

I cant keep holding it

Let it go in ten seconds! Get ready!

Ylawes strode up towards the entrance. Hed raised his shield in front of his face. Dawil took his left side, Yvlon his right. Jelaqua was already waiting. The Selphid turned back to face the others.

Theyre going to come out in one mass. Cover your faces and maybe you wont get stung too bad. But we have to be bait. Get in there, kill that queen. Got it?

I believe we might be in trouble.

Ksmvr was tugging on Moores arm. Falene gasped.

I cant

Run!

Pisces grabbed Falene and lifted her up in both arms with a grunt. The willowy half-Elf yelped and her spell went out. The bees buzzed forwards as Ceria, already running backwards and shouting for the others to follow, fired an [Ice Spike] at the fireball. She watched it melt as the Ashfire Bees blasted forwards

[Earthen Spire].

A quiet voice interrupted the shouting. As Ceria ran past Moore, the half-Giant tapped his staff on the ground. A wall of stone shot up, a huge rocky stalactite four times as thick as Ceria or Pisces spells. It shot up like lightning. Ceria, looking back over her shoulders, saw the bees flashing towards the caves entrance for only a second before a crash of sound and spray of rocks made the adventurers near the cave flinch back.

Ceria ducked as some rocks blasted out, but they were only fragments. She saw a few bees buzzing around the entrance, heard a dull buzzing from within and then there was silence. She stared at the cave. The entrance was completely closed off, bystone. Actual stone, not a temporary magical conjuration. The other adventurers looked around. Moore exhaled slowly. His plain walking staff raised and he straightened his shoulders. He regarded his work, then looked around.

I think most of them avoided that. But the caves sealed. I dont believe Ashfire Bees can dig, and the spire is solid stone. Is everyone alright?

The adventurers gaped at him. Falene, sweating heavily, kicked in Pisces arms. He dropped her. The half-Elf floated before she could land in the muck and righted herself. She walked over to Moore, reached out, and held out a hand. He bent down and offered her an arm. Falene leaned on it. She wiped some sweat from her elegant locks, and then looked at Ceria and Pisces. She pointed at Moore.

That would be the difference between a Gold-rank [Mage] and you two.

Ceria stared at Moore and couldnt find any reason to disagree.

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Okay group, what did we do wrong?

The adventurers trooping back to Liscor on foot looked over. Jelaqua clapped her hands, smiling with her pale lips. It sounded lighthearted, but it was a serious question. Ceria hesitated. Ksmvr raised his hands, two of them at once.

If I may, Captain Ivirith, I would venture to say that our teams took this assignment too lightly. We underestimated both the heat and offensive force of the Ashfire Bees, who were able to destroy Comrade Pisces Bone Horror with ease.

Ridiculous. I solidified the bone. That bear weighed over two hundred pounds without flesh! Even if it had been burnt in a bonfire, it wouldnt have expired half as quickly

Ksmvr went on, ignoring Pisces for once.

Moreover, Miss Skystralls spell, while effective, was flawed in that she was unable to use additional spells, which she no doubt possessed. And the Ashfire Bees were unable to be contained by either Comrade Pisces or Captain Cerias magic alone.

Ceria winced. That was true. Shed been about as useful as a shroom back there. Her [Ice Walls] spell, which were so powerful usually, had been as effective as a sneeze at stopping the Ashfire Bees when they were on fire. Jelaqua nodded at Ksmvr, grinning.

Sounds about right. But dont be too hard on Ceria or Pisces, eh, Ksmvr? Us warriors couldnt do much more than act as meat shields. If I had brought a few high-grade alchemy potions, we could have done something. But we should have had another fallback. Good job Moore was testing out his new spell, huh?

Indeed. His actions saved us much death and casualty.

Yeah. Good job, big guy!

Jelaqua slapped Moore on the back. Ylawes nodded. Dawil nudged Moores thigh. Ceria and Pisces also voiced their agreement. Moore blushed.

I was only relieved it worked.

Was that a new spell?

Yvlon glanced up at Moore. The half-Giant nodded.

I acquired it after the battle with the Redfang tribe. Id leveled up from the dungeon, but this was the first spell I earned. And it isrewarding.

A small smile spread across his broad face. Falene, walking by him, nodded as proudly as if she were a doting mother. Ceria glanced at Pisces. His eyebrows were raised. They began to whisper to each other as Liscors gates came into view.

Tree rot, I thought we were in trouble, Pisces.

I as well. That was acommendably powerful spell.

No kidding? That was strong! Sealing caves aside, imagine being hit by that? He could wipe out our entire group in one shot! Thats either Tier 3 or Tier 4. Well, a fireballs Tier 3

But that rock stays in place. Definitely Tier 4. Its earth manipulation. Quite powerful. You know, I had heard other [Mages] had different areas of strength, but Id forgotten how useful earth magic is with its permanence. It shapes the earth, whereas [Ice Magic] is quicker, but less malleable, less durable

And it melts. Yeah. We suck.

Indeed. Hello, Captain Ceria, Comrade Pisces. I am reflecting on my worthlessness as well. I am very depressed.

Ksmvr popped up between Ceria and Pisces. They jumped. Yvlon walked forwards to join them, shaking her head.

We made a bad call, Ksmvr. Dont beat yourself up over it.

My remonstrations are purely mental agony, Yvlon.

Dont do that either. Were lucky we had the Silver Swords and Halfseekers to bail us out.

And dont you forget it! Aw, dont worry though. Live and learn! We got out of this alive! So Ill forget that none of us thought to make a backup plan either! Selphids tits, Im not taking a contract on Ashfire Bees again!

Jelaqua laughed behind them. Dawil nodded.

Stroke of fortune we were all here. Weve gotten complacent after the dungeon. But we learned our lesson, eh? Speaking of which, Jelaqua.

Hm? Whats that, Dawil?

You said Selphids tits. That a common Balerosian expression?

Eh, pretty much. Why?

Well, I was wondering. Do Selphids have

Ylawes coughed. He nudged Dawil hard, his face red.

Dawil. Thats not polite conversation.

Jelaqua grinned.

Hey, I dont mind. And I could tell you the answer, but I could also show you. Anyone? Uhanyone?

The other adventurers laughed. Ceria shook off the moment of robes-soiling fear and filed the moment of trauma away for later reflection. She walked back into Liscor, listening to a convoluted description of Selphid anatomy until they got to the Adventurers Guild.

Hey, Selys! Were back!

Jelaqua sang out as the pushed the door open. Selys was sitting at the desk, chatting with another Drake [Receptionist]. She looked up.

Oh? You killed the Ashfire Bees, then?

Jelaqua looked back at Ceria. The half-Elf sighed. Shed been the one to take the contract, so she had to explain.

Sealed. Not destroyed. Uh, were giving credit to the Halfseekers. You see

She gave Selys a truncated explanation of what had happened, with Jelaqua throwing in little asides. Selys blinked, but she nodded at the end of Cerias story.

Sounds like you handled it. And sealed works as well as destroyed. The nest will starve itself out. Ill see about putting out a warning for no one to try and unseal the cavenot that Id know why. Some paint will do that. Let me just write that downand your reward. To the Halfseekers, I guess.

Aw, we dont need

You sealed it, its yours.

Ceria indicated Jelaqua should take the gold and silver coins. The Selphid demurred for another second, but then scooped up the coins.

I guess we wont argue over it. I sign for completion, right Selys?

Thats right. Normally we cant give you the money until we confirm the caves sealed, but a Gold-rank team is trusted. Andyes, thats all. Thanks!

Ah, perks of the job. Well, shall we head back to the inn?

Jelaqua grinned at the others. Ceria nodded. She looked around.

Are the other teams in the dungeon?

TheWings of Pallass are in. So are the Flamewardens. I havent seen Gemhammer and the Pride of Kelia is hunting some Shield Spiders.

Got it. Well, well head back to the inn. Everyone else coming? First rounds on me.

Still a bit shamefaced, Ceria waved at the others. Jelaqua laughed.

You mean, on us! Why not? We should relieve Griffon Hunt. Theyre dragging that door along. Selys, will you join us?

She looked at the Drake. Selys sighed.

Id love to. But Im still working. Tell Erin I might stop by tonight.

If we see her. Shes usually at Pallass. She likes it there. Says its exciting.

She does?

Selys rolled her eyes. The Drake sitting next to her jabbed her with a claw.

Told you. You should go with sometimes, Selys! With yourfour thousand gold pieces?

Maviss!

Ceria left the guild as the two [Receptionists] began bickering again. She walked towards the door to The Wandering Inn, talking with the other adventurers, arguing with Falene over which spells she had to learn, cheering up Pisces over his lost bones and destroyed Bone Horror, and checking the sun high in the sky and wondering if it was too early to drink. It felt like another day of peace after the travails of the past.

And like all things, it couldnt last.

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The Wandering Inn was not a busy place anymore. It had been. Somehow, the inn, which had been rebuilt and operated only for a handful of months, had gone through a golden age, a dark age, and a Goblin age, not to mention the good oldages, when a skeleton had been waiting the tables and Erins signature drink of choice was blue and slightly poisonous.

Well, those days were gone. All of them. And the days of Erins full inn with audiences watching the Players of Celum on stage were gone. As were the Goblins. Now all that remained were adventurers and a handful of Drakes, Gnolls, and Humans from Liscor and Celum who trickled in and out, sometimes only to order a hamburger, pizza, cake, or another one of the unique foods Erin had pioneered.

The good days might come again. Already there were [Actors] on the stage at the end of the room. A group of Drakes and Gnolls were lined up and reading lines from Hamlet. Ceria didnt give it a second look. She did focus on the young woman talking to a dark-skinned Stitch-Girl, though.

Erin! I know youre going to Pallass, but can I bother you for a second? I have this little problem and I could use some help!

Im on vacation!

Erin was trying to get to the magical door that Ceria and the other adventurers had just come through. She was having trouble because Octavia was clinging to her waist. The [Alchemist] was speaking quickly, and pointing at the adventurers.

Look, I dont want to bother you, but I talked with Krshia and uh, shes busy so I was hoping you could get some of your adventurer friends to lend me a hand! Theres a tiny issue I have with my shop. Somesome guards would be great!

She caught sight of the teams at the same time as Erin. Octavia brightened up and spoke even faster.

And look, we have three, no, four famous teams right here! If I had themno, just one adventurer standing guard in my shop, oror helping me sort this business out, that would be great. Fantastic! And Im sure we could work out a deal? For some freeI mean, a discount? Asizable discount?

Hey Erin. Were back. Bees arent a problem anymore.

Ceria waved at Erin and took a seat at one of the tables, not even commenting on the Octavia situation. The other adventurers looked equally unfazed. Erin pried Octavia off her.

No, Octavia. If youre having trouble, deal with it yourself. Im on vacation. Or ask one of the teams, but I dont think theyre gonna say yes.

Butoh, Ceria! Jelaqua! Uhmy best [Knight] customer! Can I

No.

Nope.

Im afraid I must decline.

Ceria, Jelaqua, and Ylawes instantly replied. They might not know Octavia, but one look was all they needed. Like Erin, Ceria had the feeling Octavia had some scheme in mindor shed gotten herself into trouble. She didnt want to be part of either scenario. She was slightly surprised Erin wasnt interested, but the girl had a slightly wary look on her face as she shooed Octavia back towards the door. She was tired of the drama too, Ceria supposed.

Out! No, no buts. If its life or death, you can ask for help. But its not. Is it?

Well maybe

Shoo.

Erin closed the door in Octavias face after pushing her out. The [Alchemist] didnt want to go, but she didnt have a choice. Erin was pushing with more than just her hands. The door closed, Erin turned back to the others and gave them a smile.

So? How was it? Did you freeze them all up? Or did Pisces Bone Horror smash them? I asked you to bring back as many as you could, didnt I? Waitdid he use zombies? In that case, no bees makes more sense.

Ceria shook her head, smiling ruefully.

We nearly got into a lot of trouble. Those damn beesif it hadnt been for Moore, we might have been cooked.

Really?

Erin sat down and listened to the story with wide eyes. Falene sighed as she accepted a cup of cold water from Ishkr.

I would have used lightning spells. That seems to be the most effective weapon against Ashfire Bees. We simply underestimated how resistant they were to ice magic as well as fire.

Well, its sealed off now. And that was our only job, so we might head into Celum and see what they have for work. Liscors a bit crowded.

Ceria cracked her fingers and sighed. Erin looked from her to the other Horns.

Oh. Youre going back to work?

Were ready for it. And Celum wont have difficult jobs unless something out of the ordinary happens, Erin.

Yvlon smiled, rubbing at one of her arms. Erin saw Ylawes glancing at them and wondered if they were bothering Yvlon. She claimed she couldnt feel pain, butactually she hadnt spoken about her arms of late, even to complain.

What about you guys?

Erin turned to the Silver Swords and the Halfseekers. Jelaqua shrugged.

We just had breakfast, so Im not in the mood for any food. Maybe a drink? What did we do yesterday? Just gambled, I guess. We could go for a walk, right, Moore? Wheres Seborn?

Here.

Seborn spoke to Jelaquas left. She nearly jumped out of the table. So did Ceriashe hadnt seen Seborn until hed spoken.

Dead gods, Seborn, dont do that!

Ive been drinking and watching the [Actors]. A walk or some dice would suit me, believe me.

Ive got some Go boards and chess boards. The Antinium havent come by of late, so no ones using themId stay if anyone wanted to play.

Erin smiled eagerly. Seborn looked up at her, and then at Jelaqua.

If you want to lose to Erin, be my guest. But I think Ill walk.

Beat you black and blue, did she? Ill walk. Ylawes?

Falene might play you, Erin. But Im no player of er, those sorts of games. I might talk with Griffon Hunt. They were telling me about fighting Griffins, which Ive never done. Where are they at the moment? Through the doorway?

Ylawes looked at the door. Erin nodded and went over to it to adjust the dial.

Yup. They went through this morning and theyre still there. You wanna go through?

Please.

Alright. Octavias in Celum, and the door

Erin adjusted the dial with the mana stones and smiled.

Here we go. This is so convenient. Why didnt I? Okay. Hey, Halrac! Are youhuh?

Erin pulled the door open. But a curious thing happened: the door didnt reveal Griffon Hunt and their surroundings. It stayed empty, which meant Erin was just staring at the wall of her inn. She closed the door and frowned at it.

Weird. I havent been to Pallass today and no one elsehold on a sec.

She opened the door and closed it a few more times, but all it revealed was the dark wood wall. Erin blinked.

Huh? UhMoore? Ceria? Pisces? Falene? I might need a bit of help here.

-

A doorway and over a hundred miles away, perhaps even further, a team of adventurers walked down one of the main roads between cities. It was heading north, and currently passing up a slight incline, a gradient of a very long and short hill. There were three of them. There should have been four. Four had come south, but now only three remained. Two were sitting on a wagon pulled by a pair of horses, the last was walking. Halrac was talking to Revi and Typhenous though, so he stayed close, eyes scanning the traffic coming down the hill and head turning in every direction as he talked.

So the news is accurate?

Typhenous, the old man sitting comfortably in the wagon on a cushion, looked mildly offended.

You know me, Halrac. I have a network of sources which are very reliable. And I wouldnt give Revi uncertain information.

Hm. Its worth the coin, Revi?

I think so. Didnt you hear what I just said? I just read the King of Destructions second proclamation before I heard about war being declared on Tiqr! Thats huge!

Revi was sitting as well, and scowling down at Halrac. The Stitch-Woman pulled at the threads on her hand irritably. The hand came off and turned to cloth; Revi fished out a needle and began to resew it back onto her arm in a way more to her liking. Typhenous coughed as he watched the process with mild fascination.

Explain it to me again, dear Revi. These er, nations historically had their issues with Tiqr. And yes, Tiqr was potentially an ally of the King of Destruction. But whats stopping him from declaring war on all the nations involved?

Nerrhavia? Illivere? Savere? Are you serious, Typhenous? Those are all heavy hitters and even if Reim goes up against them, Nerrhavia might actually win, King of Destruction or not! Moreover, theyre allied, you see? If it was Nerrhavia vs Flos, theyd be watching their backs because the other nations might take them apart. But this way they could oppose Flos if he declared war. Which he cant, because Tiqrs not part of his domain.

I see, I see. And if they declared for him?

Typhenous stroked his long beard rapidly as he thought out loud. Revi shrugged.

Whats he going to do? Hell be at war and the other nations could tear Tiqr apart before you could get an army there, even with movement Skills. Its too far and any force would be taken out. Nerrhavias got chariots and a massive army; they can intercept anything Flos might do. Sure, theres Takhatres, but word is hes across the desert. So

Halrac sighed. He glanced up at a passing bird overhead and stepped sideways as a rider came down the road. The rains had fallen this morning and Halrac might have been splashed if hed stayed in the same spot. The rider passed by and Halrac returned to his spot. He spoke up to Revi as she flexed her reattached hand.

Chandrarian politics. Until it affects Izril, I dont care. The King of Destruction never made it past Zeres, anyways.

The [Summoner] poked her head over the side of the wagon to show Halrac one of her fingers, proving her hands were in good working condition.

Dont underestimate him! I keep telling you, if hed gone solely against Izril rather than splitting his forces between Baleros and Izril

Yes, yes, Revi. I quite agree. His [Mage], Amerys, was able to lock down a Walled City practically by herself. But continental pride just goes so far. Besides, isnt your home nation at odds with Flos?

Typhenous soothed Revi. She huffed back into her seat.

Im just saying, Chandrar deserves respect. At least we got that when Flos was rampaging all over. These days all I hear are sand jokes. Anyways, my home nation is part of the Empire of Sands now. I have no idea whats happened back home and honestly? Im not going to find out. At least not until

There was a door lying in the bed of the wagon. It had a gem embedded in the top and it had been lying without any complaint until now. Suddenly it opened and Revi jumped as another room appeared on the floor of the wagon.

Aha! It worked! Hey, guys! Wanna snack?

Griffon Hunt looked down at a smiling face. Erin Solstice waved up at them from the ground, an odd perspective that did weird things to the mind if you stared long enough. Halrac hopped onto the back of the wagon.

Were still moving, Erin.

I knowbut you could take a break. Hey, is there a problem with the door on your end?

Nope. And I could use a snack, Halrac. Or trade out with one of the teams.

Revi peered into the doorway. Halrac eyed Typhenous. The elderly [Mage] shrugged.

We have been walking for a few hours. Or rather, you have. Lets just pull us over to the side.

Fine.

Halrac let Revi move the wagon off the road. There werent many people, but the few that were present were stunned to see Typhenous stand up and suddenly disappear. Revi was next. Halrac climbed up into the wagon when he heard a voice from the other side.

Hold on. Somethings

Suddenly, the door went blank. Halrac stared at the bed of the wagon. In her inn, Erin stared at the door.

Huh? Its out of juice. What happened? I thought you guys charged it up!

She turned to Ceria and Pisces, whod done the job to make up for their earlier failure. Pisces frowned and peered at the door.

We did. If not all the way, then adequately for any number of trips. Maybe

Dont talk, act. Typhenous, lets fill this up properly.

Revi scowled and put her hand on the door. So did Typhenous. The [Mage]s brows shot up.

The doors drained.

What? But it was only you two who

The door came back to life and an image of the road flickered into view again. Halrac was standing outside the door, scowling, his bow drawn, the arrow loose on the string. He glanced up sharply.

Problem?

No, the door just ran out of mana. Dont worry, Halrac.

The [Scout] nodded and grunted.

Thought something had happened. Can I come through?

Yup. Uh, is the wagon okay?

It should be fine for a few minutes. We can keep the door open?

Yeah. Just come through in case that happens again.

Halrac did. When he did, the door suddenly went dark. Erin made a disgusted sound. But Typhenous, who was peering at the door came to the same conclusion that Pisces did.

Ah. I see. The door is simply too distant, Erin.

Precisely my thought. The door isnt malfunctioning, Miss Solstice. Its simply that weve finally reached a distance too great for casual travel.

Typhenous straightened with a groan and massaged his back. Erin stared blankly at him and then her eyes widened.

You mean

Jelaqua came over and peered at the door as the image of the other side reappeared once more.

We passed Celum a long while ago. So we must bewell, hells. If were two hundred miles away, doesnt that mean each trip is likeone half of Invrisil?

Assuredly. Even if its only a third of the distance, thats a considerable distance. And the mana drain must be exponentially increasing.

Typhenous sighed as he rapped on the door with his staff. Pisces nodded. He sniffed.

I suppose this will inhibit travel somewhat. We can recharge the door, but it is taxing.

Aw. I guess well have to let only one team go through at a time. And only rotate you guys out once per day or something. Thats a pain.

Erin peered at the door, looking miffed. She shook her head.

I really need to see if this thing can be upgraded.

Unless you know an [Enchanter] on the level of Warmage Thresk

Who? Anyways, lets have a snack while you guys decide whos going through. For like, a day, unless one of you lovely [Mages] wants to recharge the door? Ill give you free drinks.

Erin looked around hopefully, but she didnt have any takers. Ceria felt tired even from the few spells shed cast this morning after recharging the door once. The other [Mages] demurred as well. It was Halrac who stared at the door and the clear skies beyond and looked around slowly.

Maybe its time to go.

Erin blinked. She looked at Halrac. So did Revi and Typhenous. Revi raised her eyebrows.

Go, go? I mean, if you want to, Halrac. But couldnt we stay until Invrisil?

I heard one of our companions is working far west of there. Were close enough; it would save us a lot of travel to split around now. And if were wasting manaperhaps its time. Weve saved a lot of effort in travelling this far. What do you think? Typhenous?

We have been sedentary. I dislike to say goodbye so abruptly, but you have a point. I wouldnt be adverse to it.

Typhenous stroked his beard. He looked at Revi and she nodded. Halrac turned to Erin. She looked at him, and then his teammates and laughed nervously.

Aha. Ha. But you dont mean that, right, Halrac? Right?

I do. I think its probably time. This isas good an excuse as any.

The [Scout] didnt quite meet Erins eyes. But he was certain. Erin opened her mouth and closed it a few times.

But

That may be our cue as well.

The voice came from behind them. Erin turned. Ylawes was on his feet. The [Knight] looked towards the door.

Were far enough north. We could begin looking for work at the first village we come across. And todays job reminded me. We have been staying here a long time.

Without profit.

Falene got up too. Dawil glanced at the two of them, then sighed and downed his mug. He got up.

I suppose youre right for once, lad. It has been fun, but if were all leaving, better to do it together.

Wait, wait. Youre not serious. Are you?

Erin looked from Ylawes to Halrac. The [Scout] still had trouble meeting her eyes, but Ylawes came over. The [Knight] held out a hand as he removed his gauntlet.

Were truly grateful for your hospitality, Miss Erin. But my team and I came south to check on my sister. Since she no longer needs my help and she wont come to our estatesI think this might be a proper opportunity to say goodbye as well.

Butnow? The doors just on the fritz. Dont mind it.

Erin kicked the door. She looked around. This was too sudden. And yet, it had been coming. And the third Gold-rank Captain who stood up confirmed it. Jelaqua had an odd smile on her face. Regretful, embarrassed. But she came to stand with Ylawes and Halrac.

I guess well do the same. Moore, Seborn? Guess weve got to pack. Toss everything in your bag of holding and get ready to go.

Moore looked up. He was patting Mrshas head. Seborn stood up. Erin turned around.

Wait, wait, wait. This is so fast!

But we have been thinking about it. We are going to Invrisil for a reason, Miss Solstice. But I think our paths will take us away from the City of Adventurers, at least for now.

Typhenous spoke gently. Erin looked at Jelaqua.

But you guys are taking the door, right? You dont have to go. I mean, youre not going. You can come back whenever! So its just

The Selphid waved her hand gently as she shook her head.

Nah. Think about it. Wed have to charge up your door to let all three of us go back and forth, and we need to have a team watching that door, right? You wouldnt be able to go to Pallass if we did that, anyways. Sowell head out. You might see us once or twice before we get to Invrisil, but I think its good to say goodbye. With the others. For solidarity.

She couldnt quite meet Erins eyes either. The [Innkeeper] looked around again. The Horns were staring at the other teams in surprise. But it was mild. In her heart, Ceria couldnt be that shocked by the sudden decision. The Halfseekers, Griffon Hunt, the Silver Swordsthey were adventurers. Come to that, it was strange for Ceria to have stayed so long in Liscor. She didnt stand up, though. She couldnt do that to Erin.

The young woman was laughing a bit. But it faded away as she looked around.

Youre serious. But why not go tomorrow?

Better today. Well get our things.

Oh. Okay. Umbut

Erin blinked as Halrac reached out. He changed the mana stone on the door and walked through to Liscor. She stared at the Silver Swords as they went through.

But

Lets get our stuff. Were not gonna run off, but we have uh, stuff to pack. Lots of little shiny rolling things. Boys?

Jelaqua headed up the stairs. Erin looked up as Moore got up. He gently put Mrsha on the floor and walked up the stairs. She faintly heard his voice and Jelaquas as Mrsha ran up after him.

Does it have to be so soon, Jelaqua?

Hey. Do I look like Im smiling? Its just that if theyre goingyou want to say goodbye later? Its already hard

Someone opened a door and the voices vanished. Erin looked around. The Horns were sitting in place. Lyonette and Ishkr blinked at her. And Erin panicked.

Hold on. Hold on, cake! Ishkr, do we have any cake? Anything?

She ran into the kitchen. Lyonette followed her in as Erin tore it apart, looking for cake or the ingredients for it. But she didnt have anything festive. She still couldnt keep ice cream without it melting.

Andit felt like a moment before both teams were back. After all, they just had to pay and put everything they needed into a bag of holding. It took them minutes. The door opened and Griffon Hunt and the Silver Swords walked back in. Jelaqua, Moore, and Seborn were already sitting in the common room.

Okay, theres no cake or ice cream. But if you just hold on, I can make one. Give me an hour and I can whip something up! Or I can get Lasica and Rufelt to help me

Erin came back out of the kitchen and looked from face to face. It was Jelaqua who cut her off gently. The Selphid gripped Erins shoulder with a pale hand and smiled at her.

Its fine, Erin. Youve done so much already. We dont need a party. Honestly, Id feel bad if you gave us one. We normally dont stay so long in one place.

But this is so sudden! This is a snap decision! You shouldnt make those! And youre springing it on me without giving me a day to process it! Cant you wait an hour? Cant you

The [Innkeeper]s voice faltered and broke. She looked around.

Do you have to go so quick?

The inn fell silent. The [Actors] on stage realized there was a real drama going on behind them and turned. The other patrons turned to stare. Perhaps this was why theyd come to begin with. To see a moment. But this was no [Immortal Moment]. And it was going far too fast.

Just wait a day? Please? We can have a party.

Erin implored Jelaqua. The Selphid did hesitate. And she did smile. But she shook her head.

I think weve been doing that. Wait an hour and it becomes a day. Wait one day and it becomes a week. We got treasure from the dungeon, Erin. We did it. But were tired. Im not going back in that dungeon. Soits time to go.

She looked around. Ylawes nodded. Halrac finally looked up. He met Erins eye.

It is. And its easier this way. Which is why were going. Its time to say our goodbyes.

It did feel too soon. It did feel abrupt. But as all three teams looked at each other, they knew it was time. Jelaqua had spoken the truth. You could put off going again and again. But youd never feel like it was the right time to go.

Wellwell, you have to wait one second! Im not letting you go empty-handed!

Erin looked around defiantly. She ran into the kitchen and rushed out. She shoved a small canteen into Halracs hands.

Here. Faerie Flower drink. And for you guys Im making a lunch basket. At least for Moore! Andand Dawil can fill his water flask with that stupid lager and

Erin.

Ceria stopped her. The young woman looked up as Ceria grabbed by the arm. Ceria wanted to tell Erin to stop overreacting. That it was just a goodbye. That theyd be back. But she couldnt, because as she looked into Erins face, she saw the girls eyes were overflowing.

She was crying. And when the adventurers saw that, they feltterrible. And they knew it was beyond time to go. Because she was an [Innkeeper]. And they were adventurers.

They could not stay forever.

There was no party. And it was a split decision. But there was a formality to it nonetheless. The teams went one at a time. The Silver Swords were first. Ylawes, wearing the silvery armor that still shone by virtue of polishing. Dawil stood next to him, taller than youd think a Dwarf could be, a hand on his hammer. Was he blinking too fast? Falene was dry-eyed as she held her staff. But she bent her head and nodded to Erin.

It was a pleasure.

You helped my sister and I in countless ways, Erin. I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality.

The young woman sniffed and rubbed at her nose and eyes as she looked up at Ylawes.

I thought you were a jerk! And I know youre sort of a jerk, Falene. Dawil is cool.

Hah! Hear that?

The Dwarf nudged his companion. Falene almost smiled as she looked down at Erin. And then Ylawes knelt. As a [Knight] might to a [Princess]. He held Erins hand for a second before he stood.

We didnt converse often, its true. And I think yourHobgoblin friends affected how we interacted. I do wish we could have spoken longer, Miss Solstice. But it isnt a farewell forever. The Silver Swords are always roaming. And if we ever pass by Invrisil or Liscor in the future

He drifted off. And his eyes went back to Erin as he stepped back. Falene was next. She looked down awkwardly at Erin and sniffed.

It was a pleasure. At times. Your inn is quite fascinating, Miss Solstice. Even if we havent spoken

I didnt mean you were a jerk, jerk.

Erin snuffled. Falene tapped her cheek and Erins running nose and tears dried for a second. The half-Elf looked at Erin, looking uncomfortable. Then she nodded to herself and adopted a lecturing, familiar tone. But a caring one.

Be cautious of Wistram, Miss Solstice. I have no doubt theyll be interested in that door of yours. As will others. I suggest you refuse all offers and invest in some form of security. And if you should need a proper [Enchanter], try Hedault in Invrisil when your door is active. Inform him that Falene of the Silver Swords recommends you and he might be more inclined to entertain your requests. As for the rest, I can only bid you good luck and farewell. I am sure we will meet again. For what is time to half-Elves?

Erin snuffled. Falene yelped as an arm thrust her aside. Dawil took her place.

You are terrible at goodbyes, Pointy. Which is my new name for you.

He turned to Erin, who was laughing in between her tears. She looked at him.

I met a Dwarf in Pallass! I was going to tell you all about him! His name is Pelt anddo you have to go? Cant you talk sense into Ylawes andeveryone?

The Dwarf smiled into his beard. He held Erins hand, patting it gently.

Id love to. But what do you do when theyre speaking it? As for DwarvesI told you! We dont all know each other. But I do know that one. Watch out for him, lass. He got kicked out of our peoples home for a big mistake. Not really his fault; he was only one of the smiths. There was this thing with the forge master, you seebut thats his tale.

He took a breath and shook his head.

Id stay if I could. Youre generous, the inns fun, and even if you dont sell enough good alcohols, I like it here. Well be back. For whats time to a Dwarf? A lot, thats what! But Ill be sure to make the boy and Pointy drop by.

Thanks.

Erin gripped Dawils hand. He eyed the knife in the little sheathe at her side.

Nice work. You keep yourself safe now, you hear?

He stepped back. Next came the Halfseekers. Jelaqua, wearing leather armor instead of an enchanted artifact, her skin pale and dead. But her eyes alive. Seborn, half-man, half crustacean, but more than the sum of his parts, nimble as a cat. Moore, stooping, eyes already filled with his own tears. Gentle and mighty.

Jelaqua wasnt crying. She was hiccupping, though.

I said I wouldnt cry. Seborn, you go first. I cant.

She turned away. And Erin realized the body she wore wasnt crying. But someone inside it was. Seborn went first.

I think we havent spoken much either.

But youre cool. Like sea-Batman.

The Drowned Man smiled. His crab hand opened and closed softly.

I have no idea what that means. But I seldom do with you. Youve been kind, Erin Solstice. Thats a rarity for Drowned Folk. If we meet again, if you meet one of my kin, I hope youll treat them just as well. Thank you. Thats all I can say.

He stepped back. Moore was next. A big tear fell from his eyes.

This is always so hard. Nothis is uniquely hard. Miss Erin, your inn was the most comfortable place Ive stayed in years. And Mrsha, Lyonetteif I could stay, I would. But I buried my friend here. And my companions are going. We have to start again. Im afraidbut I will remember your kindness.

He bend and Erin gave him a tight hug. Jelaqua was next. She was still hiccupping.

This isthis is so embarrassing. Erin, Iyoure my favorite [Innkeeper]. Id stay. I would. But Ill get fat and Moore will get way too attached, more than he is already. And where would we be? Ithis is hard. But we have to go. But we will come back. Promise.

She gripped Erins arms. Then she hugged Erin. The Halfseekers joined the Silver Swords. And then only Griffon Hunt was left. They walked forwards. Halrac, his dour expression for once struggling to hide something. Revi, tugging on her strings, looking embarrassed and sad. And Typhenous, lookingmelancholy. Happy and old, as if he remembered his age suddenly. Halrac spoke abruptly.

It was worth the trip. If Ulrien were here, he would have said so. I wish you could have talked longer with him, Erin. But it was worth it. Thank you.

He turned away. Erin tackled him from behind. She hugged him as the [Scout] froze. She only let go once she was done. He was blushing as she turned.

Ill miss you!

And well miss you. Despite everything. Somehow, this was fun.

Revi held out her hand. Erin took it. The Stitch-Woman surprised Erin by hugging her.

Who ever knew that a strange skeleton would lead us here? You stay safe. Youre insane and crazy and I hope your inn does well. Well be back. And you just wait for us. Well be properly famous, then.

She let go. Typhenous was last. He stroked his beard as he looked at Erin, at her inn.

Ah, Miss Solstice. I dont know what to make of you. I dont know what to say of your inn. I owe you my apologies for my impositions. Thanks for all youve done. I still owe you a debt. And I will repay it someday. But for now, we must away. And so I can only leave you with this.

He bent and gently hugged Erin. Then he stepped back.

And there they were. Nine adventurers. Three teams. They looked at Erin and she was overcome. So, to let her say something, and because they were left, all three teams said their farewells to the Horns of Hammerad.

Ceria, Pisces, Yvlon, and Ksmvr shook hands and exchanged hugs. Each of the adventurers had advice for them, each in their own way, stern and caring, abrupt and funny.

Dont be afraid to run away.

Youre not Gold-ranks yet. But you have potential. Keep practicing until you can properly call yourselves Wistram mages.

You did well.

Keep advancing. Your team has done well. Take it slowly.

Dont let that your Captain turn into someone like Pointy.

Best of luck.

Luck, young Pisces. Miss Yvlon. Ksmvr. Ceria.

Hey, youll make it! Just watch out when Ksmvr goes places or hell scare people. That goes for Pisces too.

Ylawes paused as he gripped Yvlons hand gently. He looked at her arms, and then into his sisters eyes.

Youve found a good team, havent you, Yvlon?

I have.

Then I will see you later. Visit father and mother when you can. Your sister would like to see you. But if I see them firstIll tell them youre well.

He turned. And the door was waiting. The adventurers slowly walked towards it. Moore was slowest, Falene fastest. The half-Giant had to bend down.

Mrsha.

Hed said goodbye with the others. But Mrsha didnt want to let go. She clung to Moores leg, looking up at him pleadingly. The half-Giant looked so stricken, Lyonette had to help pry Mrsha off him. And then he had to say goodbye to her as the others gathered around the door. Moore bent down and his face was completely wet. But he lifted something with one hand, concealing it as he spoke.

Keep practicing. Youre quite surprising, little one. Youll be better than I ever could be. But remember, you arent just a [Mage]. Youre something more.

He offered her a flower, as white as Mrshas fur, with a tiny pink center. The Gnoll clutched it in her paws, her eyes leaking tears. Moore stood. And the adventurers stood in front of the door. They turned.

III dont know what to say! Someone say something good! What can I say?

Erin wept as she looked from face to face. She raised a fist and shook it weakly.

Youyoure all jerks. Because youre too nice! You came in here, made friends with me, saved my life. How dare you? How dare you do all that and just go without me being able to say how much Ill miss you? Why cant you stay?

And at least, that was a question they could answer. Ylawes stroked his chin. Falene sniffed and sighed. Dawil grinned. Jelaqua laughed and hiccupped. Moore bowed his head, smiling though his tears. Seborn laughed softly. Halrac blinked. Revi snorted and Typhenous stroked his beard. They answered as one.

Because were adventurers.

Then they turned and left. Erin called out to them. She didnt know what she said. She shouted their names, she shouted goodbyes. She shouted insults and jokes and knew she couldnt have stopped them.

They walked out the door, the [Mages] going last to charge it with magic. Falene was last to go, which was really a mistake because she marched through without a final backwards glance, having said her goodbyes.

And then they were gone. Erin burst into tears again. Mrsha howled, and there was sadness. But that was how it always was with goodbyes. The best ones hurt the most.

-

Nine adventurers appeared in a small road leading north. They walked up, out of a door parked against a stationary wagon. The horses and a few passersby got the fright of their lives, but the adventurers moved in silence. A few stayed on the wagon. One took the reins and steered the horses to the road. The rest walked. In silence, for quite a few minutes. In the end, perhaps predictably, Revi broke the silence.

That was emotionally exhausting.

The other adventurers glanced at her. Then they burst out laughing. And the silence, the reverie was broken. They laughed as if theyd heard a fantastic joke. And then they walked or rode on, leaving the inn behind them. Revi grumbled to herself as she sat next to Typhenous.

Erin is the most involved [Innkeeper] Ive ever met! I bets thats her class. [Emotional Innkeeper] or something.

Yeah, well. Well be back. Besides, who starts crying over a single inn?

Jelaqua shook her head as she walked with Ylawes and Halrac. The other two captains looked at her. The Selphid grinned.

Three teams went north. The Halfseekers. The Silver Swords. Griffon Hunt. Neither Halrac nor Ylawes said it out loud, but it did feel like an ending. Even more than leaving Erins inn, this was the last time they might meet in months or years. Perhaps forever. But they didnt say it. Jelaqua looked from captain to captain, then she put her hands behind her head.

Damn. It really feels like were really not going to see each other for a long time when we walk around together like this, huh? Sort of ominous.

Halrac chuckled. He couldnt help it. Ylawes gave him a sideways glance, and then smiled. They walked in silence for a bit, and then Halrac pulled something out of his belt pouches. It was a bit of parchment, worn and folded. He began checking it with a quill as he walked. With the other hand he was investigating the contents of his bag of holding. Jelaqua eyed him.

Whatre you doing, Halrac? Making sure you didnt leave anything behind? Because Im sure Erin will flip if you come back so soon.

The [Scout] gave Jelaqua a long look. She just grinned at him.

Im checking our income. Were finally making money. Im just doing a tally to make sure I know how much we have. I did a count a few days back, but I feel like I missed something.

Oh. We should do that too. Uhhey, Seborn! How much money do we have?

The Drowned Man walking with Moore and patting the Half-Giant on the arm gave an eloquent shrug. Jelaqua sighed.

Moores gonna cry about Mrsha for days. You were right, though, Halrac. Imagine waiting a day? Erin would get us in some epic party or have this big thing before we leftyou bastard.

The [Scout]s lips twitched again at that. What was wrong with him today? He might have taken a sip of Erins last gift to him, that was what it. He shook his head as he looked at the wagon.

Well be back. A door in Invrisil means Erins inn will have access to both north and south.

Yeah, but not until she can upgrade the door itself or find a way to generatehow much did Moore say it was?a shipload of mana.

Ylawes chuckled this time. Jelaqua gave him a very pleased grin.

So whats happening with your groups? Were on to new adventures. With the money we have, we need to rebuild our team. Maybe well come back, but Pallass teams have that dungeon locked down. And frankly, it smelled like a huge trap to me.

Halrac and Ylawes both nodded. The [Knight] frowned.

I got that sense too while we were in the dungeon. Some of those traps were deadly. The horde monsters nearly took out Liscor. The Raskghar on the other hand were probably an unexpected threat from whomever built the dungeon. However, it was the inner city we never saw that perplexed me. I listened to that Minotaur, you know.

What, Calruz?

Both Jelaqua and Halrac were surprised. The [Knight] nodded.

Briefly. I visited his prison to question him. I wanted to see if he truly was the monster he seemed to be.

Halrac grip tightened on his quill.

And?

He was uncomfortably sane at times. Sane, and thenI think he truly did go mad. Or the dungeon had some hold on him. But he described the inner city to me. Thethings in there. The deceased guardian. Im not ashamed to say it made me uneasy. I cant fathom why that city exists.

Halrac paused in doing calculations to nod.

I agree with you, Ylawes. The Minotaurs description of the inner city makes me uneasy.

Whys that, Halrac?

Jelaqua gave the [Scout] a curious glance. They were both old adventurers and Jelaqua was technically older than Ylawes and more experienced, but he had seen more dungeons and he was a [Scout]. The man paused before replying.

Because a few hundred thousand Infested creatureseven if theyre as dangerous as Ghoulsisnt a threat worthy of this place. Our team never met thisFacestealer, but the Flesh Worm boss called Skinner wasnt worthy of this dungeon either. If Erin Solstice and some Antinium could do it in, even if it was her, it was too weak.

Ylawes and Jelaqua nodded slowly. The Selphid snapped her fingers.

True. Someone with the power to make a dungeon like that would have many boss-class monsters, not just three. And even those horde rooms felt basic.

So either theres some big trap that we havent seen, or those three boss monsters and this Mother of Graves are truly dangerous enough for the entire dungeon

Ylawes rubbed at his chin. Halrac nodded.

Or it wasnt meant to be a dungeon, but a hiding place. Orsomeone raided most of it before we ever got there.

How do you figure? We made out pretty rich, didnt w

Jelaqua caught herself as she gestured at Halracs bag of holding. Ylawes sighed, but he just shook his head. Halrac nodded as Jelaqua developed a cough.

We did. But consider this: the first treasure hauls out of Chalence pulled nearly four million gold coins worth of looted treasure in the first year. It turned the team that first cleared the dungeon into Named Adventurers. Six teams of the adventurers retired on the loot and eighteen became minor landed nobility from that alone.

Damn.

But that was Chalence. A legendary dungeon.

So? This dungeon wasnt as impressive, and perhaps it was a vengeance dungeon. But even so, there wasnt nearly enough treasure. Its very strange how little there was. And that inner cityit could be the lions share of treasure is in the center. In that hole Calruz found or it was never there to begin with. Either way, Jelaqua is right. It was dangerous. Let the other teams work on it carefully. I feel quitting was the best move.

Silently, the other two captains nodded. They walked on. After a while, Halrac made a small noise. Jelaqua glanced up.

Something wrong?

The [Scout] was checking his list. He glanced up and looked around.

No, nothing. I think were fine. I didnt realize we had so

He trailed off as he glanced at Ylawes. The [Knight] looked stoically ahead. Halrac stowed his list and walked on. Fifteen minutes later, he calmly turned his head and spoke to Jelaqua.

Is Typhenous still looking at me?

The Selphids head nearly turned, and then she caught herself. She swatted at an imaginary fly and looked right.

No.

Good.

Ylawes glanced sideways at Halrac. The [Scout]s face hadnt changed. But the way hed asked and said that

Is there an issue, Halrac?

Yes. The numbers dont add up in my list. And I saw Typhenous glancing at me while I was doing my calculations.

Both Jelaqua and Ylawes inhaled sharply, but they never broke their measured stride. Jelaqua cursed under her breath, keeping a smile on her face.

Damn it all. If its not one thingyou want a hand?

Ylawes looked sick, but before he could offer, Halrac shook his head.

Youre misunderstanding the situation. Typhenous didnt steal. The opposite, actually. Im going to have a word with him.

He turned and walked back towards the wagon. Jelaqua and Ylawes heard him call out. Typhenous got up and hopped off the wagon. They slowed until they were at a distance. Jelaqua whistled.

Well, that a new one on me. What do you think happened?

I shouldnt speculate.

Aw, spoilsport. Well, Im gonna talk with my team. I heard you were going to go soonest, right? Dont run off without letting us know!

Ylawes nodded. Jelaqua jogged around the wagon to Seborn and Moore. The half-Giant had stopped crying, but he was still red-eyed. Jelaqua grabbed both, Seborn by the shoulders, Moore by the small of the back.

Hey you two! Ready to be independent adventurers living on the road?

Yes. And no.

Were still going to Invrisil, arent we?

Yup, Seborn. But were free after that. Unless you have an idea? You were hinting about that before.

She glanced at the Drowned Man. Seborn was silent for a while.

I do have things to do.

Like what?

Secret. Its personal. Im not in trouble like Typhenous, if thats what youre asking.

But you dont want to say.

Nope.

Come on, tell me. Weve been journeying together for ages. Why keep anything from us?

Jelaqua prodded Seborn. The Drowned Man gave her a reproving look.

And if I dont want to tell you? What will you do?

Jelaqua shrugged.

Threaten you until you stab me and run off to become the most famous Goblin Chieftain this side of the continent?

Seborn chuckled. Moore didnt. He looked distressed.

Thats truly not funny, Jelaqua.

I thought it was.

Exactly. And you know Im not gonna let this drop, Seborn. Lies and secrets tore our group apart once. Its not happening again.

The smile Jelaqua gave Seborn was friendly, but she tightened her grip on his arm. He looked at her and hesitated. But he still shook his head. Jelaqua sighed.

Fine. You want to play coy? Then its time to go back to the old ways. If a member of our team has secrets, we settle it. Moore? You know what to do.

-

Dawil and Falene joined Ylawes as he walked on the other side of the wagon. That left just Revi driving, much to her displeasure. The Dwarf and half-Elf looked quizzically at their leader.

Something up with Typhenous, lad?

Perhaps. But its their dispute. Lets leave them to it.

Falene nodded to the right.

I note another dispute on our right.

Ylawes looked over and nearly tripped. The Halfseekers were busy as well. Moore was holding Seborn by the ankles and shaking him vigorously. Seborn was swearing loudly, cursing as vulgarly as any [Sailor] as he wriggled, but the half-Giant wouldnt let go. Jelaqua danced around him, laughing.

Tell us, Seborn! Dont make me get a feather! You know Erin would give one to meshed probably help out! And then you have to deal with Moores tears and me bothering you!

The Silver Swords watched as Seborn swore at Jelaqua in reply. Ylawes shook his head.

That is one unique team. Brave and honorable, though. In their own way.

Dawil nodded.

Aye, it was a pleasure, wasnt it? And poor Erin. The girls lost friends and now we walked out on her.

It was inevitable. And this was better than a long ceremony.

Falene sniffed. Dawil eyed her.

You still tetchy, Pointy?

She reached over and slapped him on the back of his helmet. After a second Falene waved her stinging hand. Ylawes sighed.

If its about the gold

What else would I be angry about, Ylawes? I respect both teams. But the fact remains that they earned a small fortune and didnt elect to share it with our team. Let your sister have her windfall, very well. But what of the other two teams? Is there no honor among adventurers?

The half-Elf snapped at Ylawes. He blew out his cheeks tiredly.

Falene, what would you have me do? March up to them and demand a share? Thats not honorable or fair. Or likely. We dont even know how they got it.

The Goblins gave it to them.

Falene and Ylawes looked down at Dawil. The two Gold-rank adventurers stared as he walked along. Dawil eventually noticed and glanced up.

What?

How do you know that, Dawil? None of the others would give me a straight answer.

Nor I.

Thats because you asked them. I asked him. Numbtongue.

That worked?

The [Axe Champion] sighed gustily. He looked up at Ylawes and shook his head.

Have you not noticed what those Goblins are like, lad? After all this time? Yes, it worked. I bought him two drinkswhich really was me giving Erin money since he doesnt pay for anything in her innand apologized for Falene after that mana stone thing. Talked a bit with him about mana stones and how Dwarves use them, you know, for runes? I didnt even have to press him. I asked and he told me. They knew where the Raskghars treasure was hidden. Turns out it was in a separate room from the rest that the Cave Goblins all knew about. So they brought it out.

Just like that. And they gave it to the other teams? Not ours? Why?

Apparently they thought it was fair. And they dont like our team. Seems they were the Goblins in Esthelm we met.

The Goblins in

Stop gawping. Or did you not recognize them? I recognized that archer. And you were suspicious.

Ylawes had to admit that was true. He looked at the wagon and shook his head. Part of him wanted to sit down andbut it was far too late for that. He felt a pang in his chest.

Still. I suppose that explains it. And Falene, if the Goblins gave it to them, that was their choice. So

Im not dropping it! Youre holding back because of your [Knight] class, but I demand a vote! Dawil! Are you with me or not?

Falene growled at the Dwarf and Human. She stomped along, her ears twitching violently. It was the most worked up either had seen her. Ylawes blew out his cheeks exasperatedly. But Dawil took a level tone, which was surprising given how often he needled Falene. But his tone was serious.

Falene. Its fair. And before you turn on me, let me explain.

He held up a hand as Falene whirled on him. Dawil waited until she was listening and then pointed at the teams. At Halrac and Typhenous, whod rejoined Revi on the cart. At the Halfseekers, whod given up on making Seborn talk.

Yes, we fought as much as they did. Yes, we didnt get any coin. But it is fair. Its their reward for going in first. For being the ones who went in and died. All of them buried teammates here. Ulrien. Cerias team. Yvlons team. The other Silver-ranks. Even the Halfseekers buried their old companion, traitor though he was. You want a vote, Falene? I say drop it.

The half-Elf turned to Dawil. He held her gaze and Ylawes, watching them, saw a flash between them. Dwarf and half-Elf. For all they got on each others nerves, they shared a bond. That hint of timelessness. That age that sometimes left him feeling like a boy, as when theyd first met. At last, Falenes shoulders sagged. Dawil smiled. He patted Falene on the arm and looked at Ylawes.

So. Liscor was a bit of a gauntlet at times. Fun at others. But what do you say, lad? Another adventure?

Ylawes smiled. He looked at the blue sky ahead of them. And he remembered the death and chaos andpain that had haunted Liscor. And something, a knot in his chest loosened. Underneath the clear sky and the sun he held out a hand. Dawil placed his palm over it.

Another adventure. It would be my honor, friends.

Both looked at Falene. The half-Elf hesitated, but then she nodded regally. She laid her delicate palm over the two of theirs.

Very well. I suppose someone has to be the adult here.

Dawil laughed, and Ylawes had to smile. Falene gave them an arch look, but then relented and smiled as well. Ylawes looked around.

Theres a village that way. I think well pass through it. Make our goodbyes then.

And so they did. There was no long farewell as there had been with Erin. And no tears either. But all three teams exchanged handshakes, or a gentle hug between Moore and Falene, much to the half-Giants surprise.

You were a stick in the mud. But a good one, and you were a sight during the Face-Eater Moth attack. It was fun adventuring with your team too. Good luck, you guys.

Jelaqua squeezed Ylawes hand as she met his eyes and he looked into her dead ones. Ylawes wanted to tell Jelaqua she was the first Selphid hed truly met, and that he had more respect for her people after meeting her. But one look told him she knew that.

An honor, Miss Ivirith.

She grinned at him and turned to shake Dawils hand. Then Ylawes took Halracs hand. The [Scout] didnt smile. But he nodded, one adventurer to another.

Best of luck, Ylawes. If we meet again, lets share a drink.

That was a proper adventuring goodbye. No fancy oaths. Just a promise to drink together if they survived. And it was enough. Coming from Halrac, it meant a lot.

Dont be a stranger!

Jelaqua called out as the Silver Swords stopped in the village the road was leading them past. Falene waved at Moore.

Farewell.

Moores eyes were a bit misty. But there werent any tears as he waved goodbye to Falene. The other two teams went onwards. But the Silver Swords walked into the village. And the villagers stopped to stare.

Of course they stared. One team of adventurers as peculiar as the Halfseekers was a sight to see, much less three Gold-rank teams at once. And here was a [Knight], standing in their village! Was he on a quest? On some dire errand? Ylawes walked into the square and raised his voice.

Good people of Ambault. I am Ylawes of the Silver Swords. My team will be passing through this area today. If anyone has a request, a need, seek us out now or on the road.

They stirred at that. The Silver Swords. Back around Liscor, Ylawes team was only a name. But further north, it was a story. One of the villagers hurried forwards.

Sir. Are you the Ylawes who liberated the town of Ryhm from those Trolls two years back?

That was us, sir. Have you a problem?

Ylawes shook the mans hand firmly. The villager sucked in his breath.

Not me. But my cousinshe lives closer to the High Passes. South and west of here. Further along the mountain range than the entrance, so she thought she was safe. But after Lord Tyrions army passed through and those Goblinsthere was trouble. Eater Goats. And then, following them, Gargoyles. Sir, she and her village havent enough gold to hire proper Silver-rank for the job, much less Gold. A bountys been out for the past two weeks, but no ones taken it. If you could think about

Of course.

The man blinked. Ylawes had replied with the speed of someone utterly set in his courseor someone not thinking at all. He stared up at Ylawes, but the [Knight]s eyes were firm.

If there are Gargoyles well take care of them. The Adventurers Guild has a bounty on their heads. Your sister doesnt need to worry about the price. Let me know where her village is and well head there directly. We may need to purchase horses.

II could lend you some. Or sell you them if need be. You could bring them to my sistersshe lives in Orefell. Thank you, Sir Ylawes!

The man grasped his hand. Ylawes shook it a second time.

Whats your name, sir?

Ambriel, sir. Bless you. You just showed up. And my sisters village is in dire need. They lost eight folks already, and the Gargoyles have eaten half a flock

A crowd was gathering. People were listening in, not even hiding the fact. Neither Ylawes nor Ambriel kept their voice down either. The [Knight] asked a few questions and turned.

We will be there as soon as we can. Falene? Horses. Mister Ambriel will lend us some, but we need saddles. Dawil?

Potions. Aye, lad. Im on it. Hey, is there a [Herbalist] around here? A [Healer] or [Alchemist]? Damn, we should have stocked up more on Octavias stuff. But I have three potions, and

The two adventurers hurried off. Ylawes turned. The [Knight] looked at Ambriel. The man was still blinking at him. It was a familiar sight to Ylawes.

And you dont need a fee besides the bounty the Adventurers Guild set? Youll go straight off?

He looked at Ylawes, as if he couldnt believe it. The [Knight] smiled. He shook his head, amused.

Of course. Where else would we be?

And there was something so pure, so childlike and honest about his expression that some of the villagers had to look away. Falene came back with the horses, and Dawil with some cheap potions a few minutes later. Ylawes mounted up and pointed.

Silver Swordsforwards!

-

The second parting was less dramatic. It came at a fork in the road. Halrac had seen the sign, so he asked Revi to stop the wagon. She hopped down and the [Scout] pointed.

Well go too. This road takes us west of Invrisil, which is where were headed to begin with. We might see each other again. If we do

He held out a hand awkwardly. Jelaqua took it.

A drink. Dont be strangers, you lot. It was a pleasure to work with each other, truly.

It was a pleasure, Moore.

I havent apologized for hitting you when we first met, have I?

The half-Giant shook Typhenous hand. Seborn nodded to Revi.

Best of journeys.

And to you. Uhwe dont really know each other.

No.

But we are pals, arent we?

Jelaqua laughed. Halrac smiled. Griffon Hunt watched as Seborn clambered up and began to drive the wagon away as Jelaqua and Moore walked together next to it. Then they turned and began heading west and north.

Damn. Now I feel terrible saying that to Seborn. I liked him. I justdidnt speak to him enough.

Revi muttered at her hand. Typhenous smiled. He glanced twice at Halracs back before speaking softly to Revi.

Im sure he had nothing but goodwill, Revi. And ah, weve had enough goodbyes.

True. Im exhausted.

Revi yawned, and stretched. She lowered her arms and looked between Typhenous and Halrac. Neither man said anything. Revi scowled. Then she glanced over her shoulder, the way theyd come.

Did you see the Silver Swords? Just walked into a village and asked if anyone needed help, like the old days. Didnt ask about moneynot that anyone in that village looked like they could pay. Think theyll sort out those Gargoyles?

No doubt. Ylawes promised, and the Silver Swords dont go back on their word.

Halrac grunted. Revi eyed him.

So how do they make ends meet? Taking a few lucrative jobs every now and then? They had good gear, but if theyre spending as much on potions as they make from killing monsters

Youd be surprised how many old grandmothers will pull out a family heirloom, or remember an old dungeon or buried treasure when a handsome [Knight] rides in and cuts off a monsters head without asking for a reward. Its a viable tactic.

So why dont we do it?

Because not all grandmothers have artifacts under their beds, Revi.

Ah.

The [Summoner] walked along in silence. Then she threw up her arms.

Alright, spill it! What were you two talking about? And dont lie or Im summoning a Shield Spider and loosing it on both of you!

She glared at Typhenous and Halrac. The old [Mage] looked down. Halrac turned his head. His glare was back in full force.

Typhenous added gold to our bag of holding.

What?

He added nearly seven thousand gold pieces.

Seven thohow?

The [Scout] clenched one hand into a fist.

He wouldnt say. Typhenous?

The old man looked up and met the [Scout]s eyes. Typhenous shook his head slowly.

Ah, Halrac. If you had to ask, you know. I have contacts. I have a past.

And you used those contacts and that past. If you did half the things Im imagining, give me a reason I shouldnt shoot you here and now.

Revi paled. Halrac had a hand on his quiver. And she knew he could nock and loose and arrow faster than she or Typhenous could move. The [Mage] kept Halracs gaze.

I told you. I did nothing to harm any of our team or our friends. And I will swear that on a truth spell.

Halracs white-knuckled grip loosened only slightly.

You will. And you will tell me everything you did, or I will kick you out of this team and more.

Of course. But I didnt want to speak of it with Miss Falene eavesdropping. Wistram [Mages] have the habit. And some things arentwise to speak of in the open.

Both Halrac and Revi looked around. But there was no one to listen. Still, they understood the warning. Typhenous shook his head.

You may not be pleased, Halrac. I will admit, at first my actions were simplyselfish. But later on I did try and use them to help Miss Solstice. And I did this for the team. All the gold I was given is in our bag of holding. As it should be.

Halracs grip was still tight on his bow. But he eventually nodded.

Theres no help for it. Telling the others would have been a mistake. But mark mewe will have a discussion. Ulrien told you

I know. But that is who I am, Halrac. And I have a greater debt to the team than anyone else. I was the one who brought us low.

Typhenous leaned on his staff. His voice, confident before, became weaker. Pleading. Revi looked at him with concern. Halrac turned forwards again. His voice was cold.

Youre a team member. The mistakes the team made arent any one persons fault. Ulrien and I both approved.

And I cast the spell.

Typhenous voice rasped painfully. There was nothing more to say after that. Revi walked between the two, silent. After a long time, perhaps thirty minutes as they passed through the outer part of a forest, walked along a river and pastwell, a few homes, not even a village of scattered, isolated folk, Halrac spoke.

Were going to square some of those debts. We settledour obligations outside of our team. But we didnt have enough for the others.

Neither Typhenous nor Revi spoke. The [Summoner] scuffed along the ground.

Thats why were going this way, huh? Fine. How much are we giving each?

Eighteen thousand gold pieces.

Eighteen thousand? But they didnt spend

Eighteen thousand. Six thousand per teammate. It squares us for what they lost. The hit to their reputations. Its not a debt. Ulrien would have called it a point of integrity.

Damn. And we just earned this much. We earned it and

Revi couldnt help it. A few tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. Typhenous patted her gently on the back. And he looked more pained then before. Furiously, Revi dashed the tears aside.

Fine. But if they want to come back, welltheyllfine. But this is it, you hear? Once this is over, were done. Were going to make Griffon Hunt as good as it used to be.

Agreed.

Halrac and Typhenous both nodded. Revi calmed down. She walked with them, her team. So few from when shed joined a few years back. But they were a team. Joined by tragedy and error. Held together by guilt, and integrity.

So we just go visitwho? Cassielle? Elm? Briganda?

Elm. Hes apparently hunting solo.

Fine. Fine. And then

Revi broke off. Someone had spotted them on the road. The narrower, winding trail they were following was passing near a cottage. And a woman and two children were hurrying out towards them. Halrac looked up.

Excuse me! Sirsir, are you a [Hunter], by chance?

The woman called out anxiously. The children, a girl and a boy, hid behind her anxiously. And the woman was afraid too. You would be, of travellers on the road. Halrac stepped forwards and small family stopped, a ways away from him.

Im a [Scout], Miss. An adventurer. Were Griffon Hunt. A Gold-rank team.

The woman looked visibly relieved to hear that. One of the children, the boy, poked his head around her to stare at the adventurers. Revi waved and he disappeared. The little girl peeked out around the other side. She couldnt be more than six.

Can we help you?

IIm afraid we couldnt afford it. I was hoping you were a [Hunter], sir. You see, my husband was struck by a Corusdeer. Hes healing, but his bones have yet to mend even with the potions. The [Healer] says hell be at least a week more in bed before he can walk, and we live off of hunting. Our winter stocks are nearly over and if we could just get a buck or some birds

She looked helplessly at Halrac. The [Scout] glanced back at Revi. She was avoiding looking at the children as she muttered.

Were adventurers.

She expected Typhenous to cut in, or Halrac, but the old man was subdued. And to her shock, Halrac nodded.

Were adventurers. Our fees arent cheap, Miss. If you want hunting, it will be expensive.

The woman sagged. She opened her mouth and Revi nearly popped her jaw, about to curse Halrac out. She thought he was the one whobut Halrac was quicker. He drew an arrow from the quiver and looked up. Before either Revi or the woman could blink, he notched the arrow and shot nearly straight up.

The children dove behind their mother. She looked up. And screamed as a hawk fell out of the skies, an arrow buried in its breast. Halrac calmly watched as it fell. The bird didnt strike the ground, though. It stopped close to the ground. Revi looked over and saw Typhenous had pointed his staff at it. Halrac walked over. He grabbed the bird as it levitated up and walked over to the woman. He yanked the arrow out and showed it to her.

These are expensive. Steel. I buy only the best. So heres my price. Four copper coins per arrow if one breaks or fractures. Ill hunt for two hours. Deal?

The woman looked down at him. She looked at the hawk. Her eyes welled up with tears.

Oh, thank you

Halrac backed up as she tried to thank him. He gave the two kids a piercing glance as the mother wept and Revi saw the flicker of embarrassment, swiftly hidden. She covered a smile herself. When Halrac had brusquely walked off back towards the forest theyd passed, Revi walked after him.

Typhenous had stayed to check on the house and the injured husband and because his legs were hurting. Halrac walked along, quietly, eyes scanning the distance for anything larger than a squirrel. And when he saw it, he drew an arrow back and loosed it. Revi hummed until he turned to glare at her.

What?

Softie.

Halrac glared, but Revi just smiled. He turned his back on her and aimed and shot.

Whatd you hit?

Digger Badger. Good eating, but they smell.

I dont suppose you told that woman you have [Reinforced Arrows], did you?

The [Scout]s shoulders tensed as if he might snap at Revi. But he just walked towards the indeed smelly badger and retrieved his arrow, checking it for cracks.

Hunter and trapper families live hand-to-mouth. Its hard after winter. The husband must have been desperate if he was hunting Corusdeer. Theyre dangerous. If he pushes it or if the family has another accidentyou need coin and food.

Or levels.

He might be young. Shes not old. Besides, high-levels are hard to get.

Im not arguing. And Im not telling you we should hurry up, see? But you seem to know a lot about this. Were your parents?

Halrac paused. He slung the badger up and Revi saw him feed it into his bag of holding, head-first.

No. But I knew enough families who were like that. I grew up close to here.

Really?

Revi had never really asked about Halracs past before. She knew some of the basics, like his time as a [Soldier]. But Halrac hadnt talked much and their group had been professional, for all they were a good team. He nodded slowly.

Ever heard of a village called Riverfarm?

Nope. Thats your home?

Halrac shook his head.

Im from the village next to it. Windrest. But Riverfarms the only one people even remotely hear about. There used to be a Troll living around those parts. Anyways, thats near enough to Invrisil. Near enough to where Elms working too. We might stop by.

Home and old friends. Sounds like fun.

I know its not paying work

Im not complaining. And believe me, I will when Ive had enough. Lets square it with Elm, like you said. But whats after that, Halrac?

The [Scout] paused. He looked around, arrow drawn. But he didnt immediately set out for new quarry. He spoke softly.

We already have something. I didnt discuss it with Jelaqua. But she was there. And so were a lot of others. I dont know about them, but what that Antinium said. Klbkch the Slayer. Do you remember?

Revi had to think for only a second. Then her eyes widened.

Christmas party. I thought it was only something that Drake was making up. Or Erin.

She doesnt lie. And have you noticed? Odd things happen around her. Many, manyTyphenous told me hes noticed something. Which is why I didnt put an arrow in his belly. One of the reasons. So shes probably wrong. Wyverns roost in the High Passes. Even fire-breathing variants. But have you ever known a Wyvern to abandon its prey?

No, I have not. And Erins not exactly fast at running. One of those or a Griffon would get her after twenty feet.

Exactly.

Sobut could it be true?

Revi looked at Halrac. The [Scout] closed his eyes. Then he opened them and whirled. The rabbit was quick, but the arrow quicker. He walked after it.

First we settle things up north. Then we investigate rumors ofDragons. Carefully.

Revi nodded. She followed Halrac as he retrieved his arrow. And her blood was humming. Debts and guilt. Clues and mysteries. But she felt better now, on the road. It was time to settle the past. And as she heard Halrac walking softly through the forest, she saw his gaze and felt the same feeling.

Griffon Hunt was going back to work.

-

[Flame Spray]! [Lightning Orb]! [Steel Arrows]! [Sticky Webs]! [Jet Spray]

The spells crackled from Falenes staff, as fast as she could chant. The flames and orb of lightning burst across one Gargoyles face, forcing the huge creature made of living rock rear back as the spells struck its sensitive eyes. Arrows bounced off another Gargoyles face, and webs held another. Falenes jet of water came just in time; they blasted a group of stone shards one of the Gargoyles hurled at Dawils back. The Dwarf roared.

Dont bother with the Tier 2 spells, Pointy! Hit them with something big or get lost!

He swung his hammer and intercepted a Gargoyles claw as it swung at his body. The creature screamed as Dawils swing crushed the shell of the Gargoyles body and orange-red blood spurted out. The Gargoyle recoiled, but another was coming at Dawil, spitting more shards. The Dwarf covered his face with one hand and felt the impacts strike his steel armor.

Gah! Elders balls, that hurts!

There were six Gargoyles, two aiming at him, one on Ylawes, and three heading towards Falene. The half-Elf was backing up and she had a barrier deployed, but the Gargoyles were huge, as tall as small trees and as big asDawil was too busy hammering the Gargoyles knees to make a comparison. It was strong, but his armor was thick and he was even stronger. The trouble was, the Gargoyle was huge and even if he broke its legs, it could still spit stones.

Falene! Theyre charging you!

The Dwarf roared. Falene raised her staff and a [Lightning Bolt] struck one Gargoyle in the chest, and then the other. But the third rammed into her barrier and the half-Elf rolled back as the [Force Wall] spell exploded. Dawil swore.

Ylawes!

The [Knight] was dueling his Gargoyle, swearing as he tried to shield his horse. He was dismountedthe first Gargoyle had knocked him from the saddle. Theyd been far closer to Orefell than the adventurers had expected. Theyd been ambushed by the damn things on the road. Even so, they could win if Falene

The Gargoyle was charging her. Dawil swore. Heedless of the Gargoyle trying to batter him with his claws, he turned. His hand went to his side, to a little axe on his belt. He yanked it out. The Gargoyles back was open. Dawil lifted the small hatchet, felt it balance perfectly, and roared.

[Champions Throw]!

The axe flew. Falene, raising her staff dizzily, saw the Gargoyle scream and buckle. The axe spun through the skin on its back, through part of its spine, and stoppedhalfway out of its chest. It toppled over as Dawil turned, roaring, and bashed another Gargoyle in the knee.

Ylawes!

The [Knight] was finally pushing back his Gargoyle. He let the horse behind him run and slashed at the Gargoyles arm, drawing blood with his enchanted sword. He struck his shield as the Gargoyle punched with all of its might and its fist rebounded off his gleaming shield.

Silver Swords advance! [Challenge of the Knight]!

Four of the Gargoyles focused on him. Dawil hammered on his until a trio of [Lightning Bolts] hit his Gargoyle in the same spot, one after another. The third blew the Gargoyles head off. He looked back. Falene was angry. And the Gargoyles, already bleeding and realizing that Ylawes had barely taken more than a few blows, began to flee.

After them!

Dawil roared and Falene brought down two more, one with webs on the wings, the other with more lightning bolts. Dawil and Ylawes finished off the grounded one; the other two leapt away. They couldnt really fly; they were far too heavy. But they could glide and their wings gave them jumping power.

Damn. I never thought theyd be hunting the roads. That was close.

Panting, the Dwarf struck the third Gargoyle on the head, making sure its brains were well and truly mushed. Then he stumbled back to the Gargoyle hed killed with the axe. Heedless of the gore, he bent down and retrieved the axe, taking care not to touch the edge, even with his metal-plated fingers.

Falene, are you alright?

Fine, Ylawes. My spell took the blow; it was just the blowback that struck me. My heads ringing, but Im well.

Ylawes nodded.

Well have to track them down. Im sorry I missed the ambush.

Dawil straightened, wiping the axe on the grass.

Not your fault, lad. They looked like stones to me too. Cunning bastards. At least we dont have to look for them.

He walked back to the other two. Falene cleared her throat.

Dawil. Thank you for saving me with the axe.

No problem, Pointy.

Her eye twitched, but she let it slide. Dawil was feeling a bit frantic himself after that engagement, so he took a steadying breath. As he surveyed the three downed Gargoyles, Falene indicated his axe. She knew he had it of course, but this was one of the first times hed used it in combat.

You never used that Skill. Not once in all the time we were fighting in the dungeon or battling the moths.

She looked pointedly at the downed Gargoyle. Dawil shrugged.

Its my final resort, Pointy. I would have lost it in the dungeon or against so many moths. If theyd truly cornered us, maybe. But only then. Besides, I cant lose this axe. It was a gift. And theres no replacement for it.

It looksimpressive. May I see it?

No.

But

Youll cut your fingers off. Believe me.

Is it enchanted, Dawil?

Ylawes had come back with one of the horses reins in his hand. Dawil shook his head. He showed them the axe, letting them note the delicate metalwork with pride, but he didnt let them touch it. He meant what he said about the edge.

Just metal, Ylawes. Falene. Just metal. But forged by a master.

By who? Someone like that Dwarf, Pelt? The one Erin mentioned to you?

Dawil snorted.

Hah. Hes not fit to polish the hammers of the smith that made this. And Im not losing this, no matter what. I just wish I didnt have this damn [Axe Champion] class. Why couldnt it have been a hammer throwing competition?

He sighed and indicated the warhammer that was his weapon of choice. Ylawes nodded.

I always thought it was odd. Still, you saved Falene with that. Thank you.

Just lucky I was here. Dead gods, but thats twice now weve come close to death today. Ashfire Bees and Gargoyles. We cant underestimate our enemies so much.

Falene and Ylawes nodded. The half-Elf eyed one of the dead Gargoyles with distaste.

True. However, it proves a point again. The Horns could not have taken on the Gargoyles if ambushed. Perhaps if they preparedbut six is a considerable threat.

Dawil nodded. He imagined a new Gold-rank team might well have lost some peopleor been wiped out depending on their composition. He grunted as he imagined how the Horns would have fared.

Theyre young. The Horns. But they can grow into their abilities. That Pisces brat is already fairly good. And if your sister gets some powerful Skills, Ylawesremember what it was like, being on the cusp of Gold-rank?

Ylawes nodded.

Is that why you were talking with Ceria and Pisces, Falene? You think they can make the transition?

The half-Elf sighed.

If they were properly Wistram trained

It was actually Ylawes who sighed.

Oh, dead gods, Falene. Dont go on about it again. Yes, theyre not fully-certified. So what? What did they do that was so heinous? Pisces is a [Necromancer], but hes not nearly asfoul as the two Ive met.

Falene shook her head.

I never asked. I can be discrete, Ylawes. I just thought it was a shame. If they had completed their training, they would already be Gold-rank. If they both left in their third-year, they must have been very gifted. But I dont know why. Mycontacts in Wistram refused to say unless I did them some favors, including naming exactly where Pisces was at this moment.

Ylawes and Dawil looked up. They were busy cutting off the heads of the Gargoyles to turn in. Dawil grunted.

So what do you know?

Ceria Springwalker. Pisces, no last name given. Both students expelled in their third year. At the same time several of the senior [Mages] in Wistram challenged the higher levels of the academy andfailed. As for the reason Pisces and Ceria left, I understand there was an incident that involved the deaths of more [Mages] and students, but not what.

Falene pursed her lips. Ylawes frowned, but neither he nor Dawil could think of anything more to ask. Eventually, Falene pointed at Dawils axe.

Where did you get that? You told me you won your class in a drunken competition, but you neglected to mention the significance of the axe.

Dawil paused in stuffing the last Gargoyle head into his bag of holding. He looked from Ylawes to Falene. And a small smile passed his lips. He straightened as Ylawes led the skittish horses back to him. The [Knight] indicated the clear trail the Gargoyles had left. Dawil mounted up and spoke conversationally.

Didnt I tell you this story once? Ah, well, itll make a nice walking tale while we track down the rest of these Gargoyles. Lets go. Ill lead. Pointy, you stay back in case we get ambushed. Those damn things love to spit rock shards. Now, you remember me speaking of home? Well, there was this competition, see. Dwarves love competitions. Only, this one was special because of the prize. This axe. I dont know how it got involved, but someone mentioned that this hatchet had been specially forged as a prize and every Dwarf in the entire damn city wanted to win it.

The other two adventurers gently kicked their horses into motion. They followed Dawil as he lead them after the Gargoyles. There would be another fight soon. But the Dwarf spoke conversationally, calming their nerves, keeping them steady. Falene peered at Dawil.

Your entire city? Isnt that almost the entire population of Dwarves in Terandria?

Aye. We have one settlement, although were spread out. But yes, you could say at least half the Dwarven race was competing.

And you won it.

You see this axe? Want me to shove it up your nose for a better look?

You won that competition.

Its a grand story! Let me finish it before you ask! And yes, I thought I had no chance as well. Which is why me and some of my mates joined the competition sloshed as it were. Id drunkeh, well, I dont know how much. But somehow I kept winning. Even too unsteady to walk a straight line, I hit every target straight on. Even when I was up against Dwarves with [Unerring Throw] and we were doing trick shots and curved throws, it was like my arm was magic. I hit targets blindfolded. I hit them when I couldnt even see them! There was this target that was over a hundred feet away, and I was sure I couldnt even throw an axe that far. Butand youll never believe this

Dawil kept one eye on his companions faces, the other ahead of him, watching for odd boulders. Soon there would be Gargoyles, and then theyd have to bring them to the village. If they were lucky theyd get something out of it. If not? Well, theyd get some money for the heads and they could check in at every village and town they passed towards the next Adventurers Guild. There was always someone in need of help. And wasnt it worth helping folk if you could? A simple logic for a simple Dwarf. And a simpler half-Elf and Human.

Dawil smiled and the Silver Swords rode off. On another adventure.

-

And like that, were alone.

Jelaqua looked back wistfully the way theyd come. Moments ago theyd been walking with Griffon Hunt and the Silver Swords, or so it had seemed. This morning shed woken up in Erins inn. In Liscor. And now they were so far north and they wouldnt go back to The Wandering Inn. At least, not for a while. And even when they did open the door, it would just be to say goodbye.

We could visit tonight. To say hello.

No.

Seborn had been ready for Moores suggestion and he shot it down at once. The half-Giant looked hurt. Jelaqua sighed, but sympathetically.

We said goodbye so we could make a clean break, Moore. Either we stopped and did some weird stuff where two of us had to guard the door at night while the other one stayed at the innor we say goodbye now. You cant go back, even if Mrsha misses you. I miss her. And Erin. And those nice beds!

Erin cooked food enough for me. Proper food. And she gave me a proper bed, even though she had to bully that [Carpenter] in Celum to do it.

Moore looked wistfully at the wagon. Jelaqua sighed.

Shes spoiled us. The next [Innkeeper] we meet is going to be unpleasant. Sideways looks, questions about rotting

Overcharging us.

Sleeping in the stables. Tip offs to the local watch

The Halfseekers sighed. They looked at the door in silence. Jelaqua shook her head.

We know good sorts in Invrisil. And theres that great [Innkeeper] up north. You know? Hey, I wonder if we can introduce Erin to her someday. You know? Shes over Level 40 and Erinswhat?

At least Level 30.

What? No. You think so?

She has a preservation Skill, Jelaqua. And the mana in her inn can fuel the magic door. Thats more mana than I have. She has to be Level 30. At least.

Jelaqua whistled.

Well then, we met a good person to watch, boys. And we will see her again. Soon shell have a door to Invrisil and if she ever manages to improve itskys the limit. But for today, Im afraid were sleeping on the ground or in a barn unless we find a nice town with a friendly [Innkeeper].

I hate the spring. Too many bugs like my skin.

They like seafood, Seborn. Stop complaining. Moores way bigger than you are.

I dont like the bugs either. You dont feel the bites, Jelaqua.

The two gave Jelaqua a reproachful look. She scowled at them.

Hey! You think I have it easy? Try fighting of ticks, worms, and everything else that thinks Im food! Little bastards think they can get this body? Its claimed!

She slapped her chest. The Halfseekers followed the wagon in silence for a bit, Seborn driving it down the road lit by a sinking sun. At last, Moore spoke up.

Sometimes I dont know why we dont retire. Or I do, at any rate. I could live foryears off of what we earned. If I took a few minor jobs now and then. Jelaqua, Seborn, you might even retire.

Yeah, but I dont want to. And this is enough for us to live modestly, Moore, but it wont pay for more than a few artifacts. I dont want to quit. Not now. Not when weve finally settled things with Garen.

Exactly. And I have things to do.

Which would be?

The [Rogue] didnt reply. Jelaqua sighed.

Well, if you promise you wont split right away, we can upgrade our gear and maybe see about finding some new teammates. There must be someone willing to work with us. Even if theyre only Silver-rank. We can carry them until theyre higher-level. Unless youre serious about retiring, Moore?

She glanced up anxiously at the half-Giant. He shook his head immediately.

Id be willing to do that. Im not retiring right away. I just hate

He waved his hand, indicating bugs in general. Jelaqua nodded.

Well see if they have some [Healers] with bug repelling incense or potions or something in the next village. Looks like theres one up ahead. See it?

The other two nodded. They quickened their pace to beat the night. Jelaqua sighed. She did want to keep going. But sometimes it did seem like the road ahead was long.

We spent a long time chasing Garens shadow. A long time, lads. What will we do now? Find work? Gain money?

Rebuild. You said it yourself.

Seborn looked over. Jelaqua blinked at him. The Drowned Man gestured at her and Moore.

Well find more teammates. Start from there. The Halfseekers were never at full strength. If we get three more teammates, or even two, we can take on proper requests. I wont leave. Take me to First Landing and I can settle some things with my old crew. A matter of honor among[Pirates].

Jelaqua whistled. Moore blinked. Seborn rarely brought up his past.

You have a death match or something? Because if you do, all you had to do was

I dont owe them. They owe me. And Im going to let them know I want to collect.

How much are we talking here?

Wait and see. Happy?

Very.

Jelaqua grinned to herself. Now there was a surprise from one of her teammates she could learn to like. The wagon trundled forwards, and the town came into view. It was one of those nothing-settlements, at least in Jelaquas eye. The road north even passed directly through the village; it had probably grown up as a way station over the years. There were people in the streets, and Jelaqua sighed as she noticed some heads turning in the distance.

Alright, see any [Healer] signs? Inns?

No. And no.

Aw, come on. This is a village! It has to have

See those burnt buildings?

Ah. Well, that looks like trouble. Damn. [Bandits]? The Bloodfeast Raiders hit another place?

If they had, this village would be ash. Accident, [Bandits], it doesnt matter. Were not sleeping here. And theyre giving us the look.

The Halfseekers fell silent. Seborn didnt need to elaborate. Some of the villagers had spotted Moore at a distance and then Seborn and Jelaqua. She was hard to identify, but a Drowned Man and a half-Giant sent some of the villagers scuttling into their houses. Jelaqua raised her voice and shouted ahead before anyone could grab a weapon. Or form a mob.

Hoi! Were the Halfseekers! Gold-rank adventurers, passing through! Dont mind us!

That gave the villagers pause. They didnt exactly come rushing out to welcome the trio, but they didnt run either as the wagon trundled into the village outskirts. They knew the Halfseekers, just like people knew the Silver Swords. They stared. Gawked. Pointed. Whispered.

It wasnt pleasant. Jelaqua saw Moore hunching his shoulders in a way he never had in Erins inn. Shed almost forgotten that, or the look on Seborns face.

Steady, boys. Lets just keep going. With luck, we can get to a town before night. If notthat camps looking better than ever.

Agreed. Moore can make us a shelter.

The half-Giant nodded silently. The Halfseekers quickened their pace. They saw Humans watching them. Fear and disgust andsome children rushed around a house.

Look! I said I saw them! I said it was a Giant and a

The boy excitedly leading them on froze when he saw the Halfseekers looking at him. The children fell silent, but then they began talking amongst themselves, pointing without trying to hide the fact. Jelaqua hoped one of them wouldnt come up and ask a question. Ordo something else.

Contrary to popular belief, and in her experience, children werent innocent. They could be just as unpleasant as their parents, because they learned quickly by example. She turned her head, feeling sour. Maybe visiting Erins inn wouldnt be so bad. But theyd said goodbye. Maybe retiring wasnt such a stupid idea. Jelaqua had always thought shed go back to Baleros if she retired, if the Wasting didnt claim her. But now she imagined staying in Liscor. If

The village had become a crowd. A gathering of faces. In their way, the Halfseekers were more popular than the Silver Swords could ever be. Jelaqua wasnt worriedso long as the crowd didnt turn into a mob. It could happen. Sometimes it only took a word. But then she saw something. A break in the uniform faces of a single species.

There they were. Perched by a tree, the older one sitting up in the branches, his tail curled around his seat. The other was standing by the tree, her fur ruffled, a farm workers trousers on her lower half, but her upper body free of clothing but for a breast band. Furry. Jelaqua nudged Seborn.

Look. Two kids.

A Gnoll and a Drake. There was nothing odd about that. Nothing odd, except that they were children, living in a Human town over a hundred miles north of Liscor. They stood together, of the village but apart, not with the other children though they were of age. Just a Gnoll and a Drake, perhaps thirteen and eleven. Seborn saw, and nudged Moore. The half-Giant was less covert, but all three Halfseekers slowed their pace and stared at the two watchers.

Fellow travellers? Its rare, but [Merchants] do go north sometimes. Through the Blood Fields in the spring, though

No way. Look at them. See how theyre dressed? Theyre not travellers. Some Human must have adopted them.

Yes. That was it. Jelaqua wasnt much of a reader, much less a [Reader], but she could read the two like a book.

Look. See how they stand alone. How the Drake has a discolored patch of scales. A bruise from fighting? And look at the other children who stop to gawk at the Gold-rank team and point. Humans. Think on it.

War orphans, perhaps.

Maybe. From one of the annual wars? Or one of those skirmishes? Maybe orphans from the Second Antinium War? The Drakes did send some forces north.

Could be any of those things. Maybe slavers? Theyre outlawed in many Drake cities, but they still come through.

Moore shook his head. He looked at the children, sadly.

Theres a story there.

Theres always a story. Keep walking, Moore.

He did. But he, Jelaqua, and Seborn all felt it. A sense of

Kinship. And they felt the eyes of the two on them. The two children stood together, outcasts. Even if they were loved. They were different. By fang and scale, by fur and tail. It wasnt something the three Halfseekers needed to speak aloud. It was, after all, a common story. You could see it everywhere you went, no matter how old you grew, no matter which continent you visited. There were always those who were different.

That was their difference. Griffon Hunt, who left quietly were adventurers to their core. They traded in favors and gold and they had their pride, but they werent like the Silver Swords. That group rushed from danger to danger, fighting for causes, without pay, without pause. They were champions, an old sort of adventurer the world still needed. But the Halfseekers? They were different.

Hey, Moore. You know [Earthen Spire] now, right? Did you learn any other spells? Any fancy ones?

A few. But Ill use a small spell if you dont mind.

Fair enough. What about you, Seborn?

I can juggle. Good enough?

Maybe not. Village is nervous. Bared blades or even sheathed ones might spook them. Let Moore do his thing.

The half-Giant nodded. He stopped walking for a second, and then, gently, tapped the ground. He spoke no spell. But suddenly, where his staff had touched the dirt path, a flower bloomed.

There was a gasp from the villagers. Drawing back for a second. But the flower was simply beautiful. It was light blue, vibrant. It was also magical, transitory. It bloomed upwards for a second, and then began to wilt almost at once. But as Moore began to walk again, another flower bloomed, and another. A trail followed his staff and the people watched as the half-Giant continued onwards.

So did the children. It was just a tiny bit of magic. Just a spark. But it was enough. It put a name to them. It gave their words credence.

Halfseekers. And as Jelaqua, Seborn, and Moore passed by the tree, passed by the two children whose stories they didnt know, they moved. Jelaqua was first. She thrust her hand high in the air, making a fist. Seborn did the same. Moore lifted his hand into the air while his other held the staff.

They did not stop. They did not pause to fight or ask what story the two children had. They had no time, and perhaps, no power.

They were just adventurers.

But the little Drake and Gnoll stared at them as they passed. And they looked up, at a half-Giant whose staff left a trail of swiftly blooming and wilting flowers in his wake. A grinning Selphid, who twirled her flail. At a Drowned Man, who walked with shadows even under the setting sun. And they saw the three adventurers looking back at them.

The other townsfolk stared, perplexed by the three Gold-rank adventurers raised hands. It was almost a silly sight. But that was because it was not for them. But the children saw. They saw the three pairs of eyes looking back at them. And their hearts lifted. Without having to say it, they understood what the Halfseekers wanted to say.

We see you. We know your story. We see you.

Lads!

At the edge of the village Jelaqua stopped. She bellowed up at Seborn, riding the wagon, at Moore, his staff training flowers. The villagers jumped. The sound cut through the air and almost silent gathering. It was loud, as loud as Jelaqua could shout. She raised her flail over her head and screamed.

Who are we? Whats our name? Whats our purpose?

Halfseekers!

Moore and Seborn both shouted the word. It was a small sound in the skies. But they shouted it a second time. Jelaqua shouted it with them. And then they kept walking. And Jelaqua knew two pairs of eyes were fixed on their backs, even as they walked into the night.

Thats why I keep going.

Neither Moore nor Seborn replied. But they were both smiling slightly. And Jelaqua did remember. Liscor was wonderful. But it wasnt where the Halfseekers true purpose lay.

It was in villages like this. Towns. Cities. Anywhere you wanted. That was where they were.

Outcasts. That fact wouldnt change, no matter what you did. You could try, you could fight it, you could earn respect or be chased away. But it wouldnt change who you were and who they were. And a child, a lonely soul could do little but exist with that knowledge in their chests.

But there they were. Adventurers. Names you heard stories about. Jelaqua Ivirith. Seborn Sailwinds. Moore of Raithland.

Heroes. Not to the many, but the few. To the two children who watched them pass through their town without a word. To the half-Elf living far from home, the Drowned Girl living in a port city, the Scorchling listening to stories around the hearth. They could not fight their battles. But they could exist, and shout their names across the world.

Jelaqua leapt up onto the side of the wagon. She clung to it and pointed ahead, never once looking back. Moore, walking next to her, raised his staff and Jelaqua raised her fist again. She laughed as she looked north, past a setting sun.

Onwards. To another adventure. Well get to Invrisil anddamn, I forgot to grab all my bodies out of Erins inn. I guess when we reach Invrisil, we can pop in one last time. Eh, it feels weird after that goodbye, though.

Can you take the bodies with us?

The Selphid shrugged.

Bag of holding works. But theyll rot in time. Ill see about paying for accommodation. Or maybe shell let me keep them there? I can put them in a corner or something. Maybe put a few barrels in the way so no one gets spooked? Theyre not going to reanimate and thats a lot of bodies.

Planning on selling them? Because I know a few crews who deal in fresh corpses.

Jelaqua laughed harder as Moore looked askance at Seborn.

No. But on the other handI know a [Captain] too. Plus, can you imagine how much a Raskghar corpse would sell for in Baleros? It doesnt play in Liscor, but up north, why not? You dont mind if I switch out my Human body and keep the Raskghar one for like, big fights, do you?

Honestly, Jelaqua. Please dont joke about that. You know what the laws are like. Besides, Im sure Miss Solstice would let you keep the bodies.

You think so? Ah, of course. Shes too nice like that. But Ill take them. Get some storage worked out. Invrisil does have a spot I can use. Otherwise, Pisces will probably salvage them for parts.

They looked ahead. At last, Moore sighed.

It will be hard saying goodbye. When we reach the City of Adventurers, that is.

Jelaqua reached out and patted his shoulder.

Someday, well visit again.

Seborn nodded. And the three kept moving. The night didnt seem so harsh, suddenly. The road didnt feel as painful. They walked on as Moore hummed a tune and Jelaqua began to sing. The road called and the adventurers strayed further from hearth and home. Theyd left their homes long ago and now they lived where profit and glory called. Onwards, and away.

So the Halfseekers left. Seeing where the winds took them.

-

And in the Wandering Inn, Erin wiped her tears away.

Ill see them again. And when I domy inn will be twice as awesome. Or Ill come to them. But I will see them again.

She vowed to the quiet room. At her table, Ceria looked up. She looked at her team. Yvlon was still staring at the door where her brother had gone. Ksmvr was eating bread. Pisces was mournfully sketching a new Bone Horror.

When we meet them again, well be Gold-rank.

That was all she said. Her team nodded. Ceria got up. She walked over to the door to Celum and opened it.

Ceria, buddy, a little word about

The half-Elf closed the door for a second. She looked at the others.

Coming? I want to go to Celums Adventuring Guild.

Her team stood up. They stepped into Celum, Pisces sniffing as he stared at a burned patch of wood near the entrance to Octavias shop. Yvlon fended the [Alchemist] off. It just wasnt the time for her. Not at the moment.

The four walked down the street. People stared at Ksmvr. Some panicked. Ceria wondered if theyd get to the Adventurers Guild. Her stomach twisted as she remembered the last time shed been there, with the first Horns of Hammerad. With Calruz. But she kept walking.

It was time to be an adventurer again.

They didnt make it to the Adventurers Guild. Or rather, they made it, but something happened first. The Horns heard a shout and saw someone jogging down the street.

Ceria! Is that Ceria? And Yvlon!

A young woman raced down the street. She looked like an adventurer, or maybe one in training. A [Guardswoman] perhaps? But young. She was about Ryokas age. Maybe a year or two younger? She looked good. Fit. Her clothing was loose and almost ill-fitting, but it only added to her look. Because her body was toned. Muscular, but thin. A body to make Ryoka jealous. Even Yvlon looked mildly impressed.

Ceria! Long time no see!

The girl caught up to them. Ceria blinked.

Excuse me. Do I know you?

She thought shed remember, but she knew a lot of adventurers in Celum and elsewhere. The girl gave her a delighted grin.

Its me! Dont you remember? We talked the last time we were in Celum!

Who? Have we met?

A laugh was her reply. The girl spread her arms.

Come onyou remember me, dont you? Ryoka and I hung out all the time! Well, when she wasnt busy. Im a City Runner! Fals, Ryoka and I were friends! Where is she, by the way? I heard she was up north, but

The half-Elfs jaw dropped. Ceria stared at the girl. She tried to fit her mental image in her head. But it was impossible. The other girl had been pretty, but she had beenstockier. Sturdier. With arms and muscles that could lift a cow. A [Farmer]-girl turned City Runner.

Garia?

Garia grinned in delight. Yvlon looked astonished. Garia spread her arms, gesturing at her body with delight.

Garia Strongheart! Ive changed a bit, huh? I uh, lost some weight. And I have a new class. Im a [Martial Artist].

Ceria opened her mouth. She stared at Garia. And then looked around. It was the old Celum. And she had come from the old inn, the old Octavias shop. But here it was. Just as the old faces were leaving. Something different.

Something new.