The Wandering Inn

Book 6: Chapter 56

Book 6: Chapter 56

The inn was dark when the traveller first arrived. Nonot traveller. She was, in fact, a Gnoll cub. She had white fur. Her name was Mrsha.

This was her home. But she had been away from home. Just for a little bit. And she had come back just now. But, for however short her absence had beena lot could happen while you were away.

The Gnoll knew it before she pushed the door open to the inn. She paused, cautiously standing on two legs to push at the handle. She sniffed the air. And then, slowly, she swung the door open.

The first thing that greeted Mrsha was an empty inn. It was day, but the inn was unnaturally still. Too quiet. The Gnoll cub dropped to all fours and hesitated.

Where were the guests? The staff? It wasshe sniffed the air again.

No dream. But she could see nothing but shadows in the inn. Then, as she padded inside and the door swung closed through no help of her own, she saw the red.

Red. Drops of crimson on the floors. Overturned tables. Broken chairs. Mrsha stared at the destruction. Then, slowly, she looked forwards and saw her.

There was a body lying amid the worst of the destruction. Something had hit a table hard enough to split it. And lying there, was a familiar person. In the center of the red.

Something terrible had happened. Mrsha froze. Then she slowly moved forwards. She saw Erin Solstice, lying in the splinters of wood. Surrounded by liquid.

Erin?

A lot could happen while you were away. Mrsha stopped. Erin was breathing. But faintly. The Gnoll, eyes wide, looking left to right, still sniffing the air, stepped closer. Erin didnt move. Her eyes were closed. Mrsha halted a few feet from her. She glanced around again and then patted the floor with one paw.

It made a faint sound. But she could not speak. Erin didnt move. Mrsha looked around again. But the shadows were all she saw. She looked at Erin. Her fur was rising. Mrsha hesitated. Then she moved forwards. Her paws trailed in the red. She looked down. And then slowly, eyes wide. She reached out, for Erins face

Ugblaagh!

Erin came to life and screamed wildly while her hands flew up. Mrsha leapt away and Erin lunged. Her arms encircled the Gnoll and caught Mrsha as she fled for the door. Laughing, Erin scooped her up. Mrsha glared up at Erin and began licking the red liquid on Erins face. The [Innkeeper] started giggling.

Gotcha! Well, how scary was it, Mrsha? Hey! Hey, that tickles!

The lights came on. Embers flared in the fireplace, and the inns patrons emerged from their hiding spots, from behind the curtains of the [Grand Theatre] at the other end of the common room, the kitchen, the staircaseLyonette walked out of the kitchen and put her hands on her hips.

Well?

Erin set Mrsha down. Reproachfully, the Gnoll stared up at her. Then she held up her paws and curled up a few fingers. Erins face fell.

What? Six outta ten! But I was such a good actor!

Laughter. Some of the guests whod come out of hiding were chuckling. Rufelt, the Gnoll [Bartender] of Tails and Scales, shook his head as he stood up.

I believe she smelled all of us, Erin. If you want to fool a Gnoll for yourhouse of horrorsyoull have to block our noses.

And ears and eyes. She could also tell you were breathing, Erin. And that it was sauce on you, not blood.

WellI know that! But even for a bit, isnt the illusion good?

Better actual illusion magic or actual blood. Im afraid it wont work. Gnolls can smell as fast as you can see. Youll never get them this way.

Erin threw up her hands as Ishkr walked over with a wet towel. She wiped herself off, grumbling and letting Mrsha lick more tomato sauce off her face.

Well, thats a bust. Back to the drawing board! At least we got Hawk.

That wasnt funny! I was about to raise the alarm! And if you were a second slower I would have! Watch Captain Zevara would have burnt me to ash for a false alarm!

The Rabbit Beastkin complained as he clambered out from behind an overturned table. Mrsha watched as Erin pointed a finger and the artfully broken table and chairs reassembled.

Dont worry, Hawk. Captain Zevara hates me anyways.

I wonder why. Can I have a carrot cake now?

Sure! Carrot cake for everyone!

Only Hawk and Mrsha cheered. The rest of Erins guests whod taken part in her haunted house idea as participants or unwilling test subjects looked dubious. A Drake regular with half a tailit had been severed and was now a stump only a few feet longraised his claw.

Does it taste like carrots?

Thats the best part! It only tastes sort of like carrots. Its mostly like sugar!

The Drake brightened up.

Alright then! On the house?

No

Absolutely! Its one cake, Lyonette.

Erin waved at Ishkr. He looked at Lyonette first. Erin met Lyonettes eyes pleadingly and held Mrsha up to add the silent appeal. The [Princess] sighed.

Fine.

Alright!

Everyone cheered that. Mrsha righted the table with Hawks help. Or rather, she sat on the table while the Rabbit Courier lifted it with one hand and clung to the edge, defying gravity and giggling silently. He had to smile.

The Wandering Inn was alive and well. Erin laughed as Ishkr came out of the kitchen with a carrot cake. Rufelt sniffed at the cake, noting the tiny carrots Erin had drawn on top.

Hm. Looks sort of like the other ones.

Yeah, except when I cut ittada! Orange! And you can see bits of carrots.

Ooh! Me first! Me first!

Relc hurried into line, pushing people out of the way. He lifted Ceria up and dropped her to one side. The half-Elf protested of course, as did the two Gnolls and the half-tailed Drake veteran, but Relc simply pushed and they slid. He stopped as Mrsha cannonballed into one shin and a furry hand stopped him on the chest.

Oh no you dont. I asked, and Im getting my cake after that heart attack.

Hey Hawk! Let me just get by you. Ill finish my cake so fast you wont even notice

The two jostled for position as Erin, rolling her eyes, sliced up the cake. Hawk was actually strong enough to push Relc, and they were so quick that it looked like a blur as they spun, pivoted, and gently rammed each other out of the way.

Thin slices because its for everyone. Its extra healthy. Less sugaralthough it tastes great! And carrot, which is good for the eyes and stuff. I didnt even frost it all.

But thats the best part!

Relc complained. He and Hawk reached for the plate. Erin narrowed her eyes.

Stop fighting!

Yeah! Get out of the way, you two!

Shut it whoever said that! Im a Senior Guardsman and the first guest of this inn! I deserve first slice! Plus, that ones the biggest.

Erin made a face. Shed made the first slice biggest by accident by almost twice as much as the others. Hawk smiled.

Im not fighting with Relc, Miss Solstice. Im just protesting a bully

Im just overeager for cake! Its an addiction!

Mrsha waved her paws between the two as they shoved around her. Erin sighed. Then she had a wicked idea. She turned and lifted the plate and cake like a discus.

You want it?

Erin

Lyonette raised her voice warning, but it was too late. Relc and Hawk turned as Erins arm shot out.

Go get it!

Patrons ducked or swore as Erin threw the plate down the length of the [Grand Theatre]. It had far to gothe expanded common room could hold hundreds of people very comfortably and Erin had thrown the plate and cake far enough to hit the [Actors] on stage at the back of the room.

But it never made it that far. Hawk and Relc jumped out of line and the plate sailed ten feet before Hawk zipped past Relc and caught the plate. He sworehed been just a step behind.

Hey! The big slice is mine!

Eat my tail, Relc!

Hawk laughed and he came to a stop, already chewing down a bite on a fork. Relc glared at him.

You suck.

Im a Courier. Even the Gecko of Liscor cant beat these legs.

Relc opened his mouth, looked around, and made a strangled sound.

Jerk! Hey! Im at the front! Excuse me! Excuse me.

Erin rolled her eyes, but she doled out the portions of cake to all of her guests. There were only about forty people in her inn at the moment. Put another way, there were forty people in the inn, and she was lucky not all wanted cake. Mrsha scarfed hers before Rufelt had even tasted his, and she peered over the table at his plate, licking crumbs out of her fur.

Hm. This does taste different! I quite like it.

Rufelt smiled as he tasted the carrot cake. Erin smiled.

Whaddya think? Hawk? Good or not?

The Courier smiled. He gave Erin a thumbs-up as he savored his last bite.

I like it! How much for one?

Um, eight silver. Frosting runs you an extra four, but I can do any decoration you like.

Rufelts brows shot up.

Half a gold piece for a cake? Pricey.

Wellits unique to my inn for now. And it costs four to six silver for the ingredients alone depending on how much some of the stuff is. Two silvers fair! Plus, Lyonette would kill me if I charged five.

Oh, absolutely not five. Seven or six would be fairer.

The [Bartender] remarked thoughtfully. Hawk shook his head.

I dont care if its nine so long as its not an entire gold piece. And Ill pay for frosting. How aboutoh, can I make it a name?

Ooh. Got someone in mind?

Absolutely. I want to have something made of carrots that a date can like. Can you write Asheli? Thats ash plus e, l, i

Erin nodded. Ishkr was scribbling down the order on a quill with ink near the kitchen.

Its all on the order log! Ill have it by tomorrow morning. You want hearts?

Relc sniggered.

Absolutely.

Hawk was unembarrassed. He fished around in his jerkin pockets and came up with a glint of gold. Mrsha looked at it, deeply impressed.

Can you change this?

Just one second! And would you like something else to drink? To eat?

Moved by the speed of glitter, Lyonette was there and giving Hawk his change. He paused, thoughtfully.

You know, Erin mentioned shed made carrot bread. And carrot noodles

Oh, the special orders? We can serve you a sample! Ishkr, bring out the two special dishes and some bowls! Free to everyone who wants to try it!

Another cheer. Erin might have been surprised by Lyonettes sudden generosity, but the glint in the [Princess]s eyes was all avarice. Rufelt leaned on the table as Mrsha grabbed her plate.

No licking! You can have some of the pasta or bread, but not too much!

Erin scolded the Gnoll cub. Mrsha sighed. Rufelt laughed. He leaned over the table as Ishkr trotted into the kitchen to boil said pasta and heat up the bread. You couldnt have carrot bread without it being warm and having butter, after all! He nodded at the patrons.

Nice touch your assistant has there. Miss Lyonette knows how to work a crowd. Serve them food and have them buy drinks! Then again, Hawk alone will more than make up for the free food. Hell pay anything to fix his carrot addiction. Im a bit worried about him, to be honest.

Yeah. I mean, isnt it a stereotype that rabbits like carrots? They dont actually love it. Its likenot good to feed them that all the time, right?

I uh, dont know about stereotypes unless youre intimately familiar with the Rabbit Beastkin tribe. Orraising rabbits? I think it just tastes really good to Hawk. Like meat to Gnolls. Or fruits and Garuda. How do you make carrot noodles, by the way? Puree them and make a dough with some egg?

Rufelt looked amused. Erin smiled with delight.

Exactly! How did you know?

You dont marry a [Chef] without picking up some tricks. By the way, shell be stealing that carrot cake as soon as I tell her about it.

You [Thief]!

Erin good-naturedly wagged a finger. Rufelt grinned, exposing all his teeth as Lyonette came out with a steaming slice of buttered bread for Hawk, not Relc. The Rabbit-man perked up as he saw it was indeed carrot-based. Rufelt grinned totally unapologetically.

Fairs fair. Hawks a customer at Tails and Scales. We have to cater to his tastes! I cant believe Lasica didnt think of itbut then, shes done all kinds of carrot-based dishes for him before.

Fancy stuff? Anything I can copy?

If you liked honey roasted carrots, or braising them in a stewshe could tell you all the ones shes done for him. Between you and me, I think Hawk actually lays off the carrots if he likes someone. Its just that he wants to meet someone wholl eat some carrots among the Drakes he dates, so this is how he weeds them out.

Ooh, gotcha.

Erin watched as Lyonette showed Hawk a tidy bundle of the carrot noodles shed made and the Courier obligingly pulled out more coins. Erin smiled. It was another ordinary day. In fact, this might be a small record for how peaceful it had been of late. Aside from excitement worldwide, Erin hadnt done anything crazy since Esthelm.

And even that had been fairly uncrazy by her standards. This haunted house idea was the biggest thing so far. Erin didnt know why shed thought of itit wasnt near October! But shed missed it last year and it was a fun concept.

So, wheres Lasica?

Rufelt looked up and shrugged.

Shopping for tonight. Im free.

Youre not joined at the hip?

He snorted.

Hardly! You have to give a lovely lady like Lasica time to herself. Thats how the relationship works, Erin.

Ooh. Gotcha. Advice from an expert! Im not in on the dating scene right yet.

No? A nice young Human girl like you doesnt have Gnolls and Drakes coming by?

Erin coughed, turning red at Rufelts smile. He was better at teasing than she was! He and Lasica often visited the inn, despite the issue of teleporting from Pallass.

Well, I mean, there was this thing with this Drakeand uh, Goblins. Word got around. But Im not super into dating even when I was home. I had a boyfriend once

Thump. Mrsha had fallen off the table. Rufelt raised his eyebrows, not seeing Lyonette, Relc, Ceria, Drassi, even Ishkr all turn and look at Erin. She waved it off, blushing.

Just for a bit. Its hard. Dating, you know? I like chess more. Umso about the haunted house! Thoughts?

Rufelt obligingly changed the subject, ignoring the blatant curiosity from everyone else. He frowned.

I think it needs work, honestly. You cant fool a Gnoll with illusions or with poor tricks. Even if you got say, cows blood, we can smell the difference.

Darn your noses!

Erin raised a fist and shook it comically. Mrsha climbed up and sat smugly next to the two adults. Rufelt grinned.

On the other hand, its a fun idea. A house where you get scared on purpose? Children might enjoy it. It beats Liscors actual terrors. But why are you so insistent on trying to make one?

WellTemile wanted to know if I had any more plays and stuff. And I dont. Plus, Ive run out of new foods! At least, any really new stuff. This is easier!

Erin spread her arms, shrugging. Rufelt raised both brows.

And youre not making magical foods? Lasica said she could help you with that.

Thats a lotta work! Ingredients are expensive, you can burn a hole right through your cauldron and it might, you know, do something. And Ive been trying to keep it calm lately. Haunted houses? Thats silly fun! Just what I need!

Erin waved her hands vaguely. Rufelt nodded.

But what made you think of it now? Its such a strange idea.

He was giving Erin a searching look, one she was familiar with. The young woman looked blank.

I dunno. Sometimes you just have weird thoughts. Likedo you ever wonder if Selphids get itchy?

The Gnoll [Bartender] had to process that question. He opened his mouth.

Iwell, no. But I suppose that explains that.

Yeah. Hey, let me talk to Temile. Be one sec!

Erin waited a beat, and then turned across the inn. On stage, the Players of Celumat least, the second-stringers who were making up the troupe still working from Celum were rehearsing for their daily plays. Erin got up and walked over to them. As she did, she navigated down the long room. And everyone she met along the way she knew.

Hi there, Fleaears! Whats up, Menolit? Like the noodles? Awesome! Numbtongue! Want some bread? No? Okay!

A Gnoll, the Drake [Veteran] with the missing tail, and the Hobgoblin all looked up from their respective tables. Fleaears, who did not currently have fleas, grinned at Erin.

Erin.

Miss Solstice.

Menolit nodded to Erin, smiling. He had a scar that had blasted all the scales clear around his neck and a pock mark under one eye along with his missing tail. For all that, he wasnt too oldhe was most certainly retired, though. At least from the army. Erin grinned at him.

Like the pasta?

I might bring some back for the family. Can I get an order for tonight? Regular pasta works, actually. Just put some of those spicy meatballs in and some of the good sauce. Cheese? My kids love it.

Alfredo and spicy meatballs! On the order!

Ishkr came by and obligingly noted down the details. It was a new system at the inn. Lyonette was making changes and Erin loved this one. Instead of having her in the kitchen all the time, there was a running meal order system whereby patrons could request a dish for this night, tomorrow, or other dates and Erin would know what to cook. It worked since she was still the inns only [Cook]for now. She passed by Menolit and came to a Hobgoblin whod declined to eat cake or the other carrot-based foods.

Hey Numbtongue, hows it going?

Good.

The Hobgoblin was absently reading a book. He looked up and Erin was impressed by how far hed gotten already. She knew Numbtongue could read of course, but that fluently? Then again, maybe it was the other Goblin who he could call upon now.

Changes to the inn. Now there was a [Goblin Soulbard] in the inn along with a [Princess], both of whom had powers they could use only a few times a day. It meant that for a minute, Numbtongue could be Pyrite. He often shared meals with the other Hobgoblinor used him when mining in the mountains. Or sometimes, Pyrite just appeared, to sit for a minute, or enjoy a drink.

It was sad and kind and Erin had no idea what to make of it entirely. On the other hand, she knew exactly how to feel about Lyonette and that was jealously.

[Flawless Attempt]done!

Lyonette came out of the kitchen with a nearly-perfectly done veggie burger, courtesy of Erins recipe, but the product of Lyonettes Skill. It wasnt perfectErin had seen Lasica, a real [Chef] making food in an instant and of higher quality than should have been strictly possible with her Skills.

Still, Erin would have wagered this was as good as any regular cooks best efforts from Earth! It wasnt perfect, again, but it was the best attempt Lyonette could conceivably do, which meant she had made a darn good burger!

Out of veggies. The Gnolls sniffed the air once and shook their heads. The Drakes looked equally disgusted, but Hawk looked delighted.

This is great! Im coming back to this inn more often! Its hard to find a place besides Tails and Scales that serves convenient non-meat food.

Its hard living among carnivores, you mean. Drakes and Gnolls. You should live among half-Elves. Theyre more your style.

Ceria spoke up from her table. That was somewhat ironic, and Hawk gave her a knowing look.

Miss Ceria, Ive seen you eat all-meat dishes three nights in a row.

The half-Elf blushed.

Yeah, wellIm not a typical half-Elf. Meats good alright?

Yeah! Lets have real hamburgers! For free?

Relc pounded the table. Lyonette just folded her arms. Laughing, Erin turned back to Numbtongue and found he was engrossed in his book. She went on.

Temile! Bad news! The haunted house idea might not work on Gnolls!

Really? Damn!

The [Actor] looked up from the rehearsal and cursed. He was now actually a [Producer], if a low-level one. But he had taken charge of the Players of Celum and was whipping his new cast of Drakes, Gnolls and Humans into shape. Erin shrugged helplessly.

Sorry. Unless you or the Players who went north get the [Writers] to make more plays, you might be outta luck. Because Im all outta plays. Ive used up all the ones I actually knew from home. I mean, you could try The Lorax or something, but I dont think it works.

The what?

Temile looked up excitedly. Erin waved a hand.

No, no. Its a childrens story. Its not a good play.

Oh.

The [Actors] not practicing had gathered around Erin. She was a bit embarrassed by the way they treated hershe was almost like a boss and an acting legend to them, as the person whod helped them discover the world of theatre to begin with. She cleared her throat, embarrassed.

Any word from Wesle, Jasi, and the rest?

Temile sighed enviously.

Just bits and pieces. Ive heard theyre going north. Theyre actually around Invrisil by now! Theyve been performing in each citysold out shows once word got out. Theyd stay a few days, then go by carriage to the next city! Apparently theyre making more money than they can spend! And some of its come back!

He nodded around significantly to the other [Actors] and then pointed to the rest of the crew.

See our staff? Weve got [Builders] and [Carpenters] working with us now, thanks to the money were getting from working and the northern team. Ive got apartments leased so were all in one place, and Im even looking at making some sort of deal in Celum or Liscor for the same for our new [Actors]. Honestly, we could even afford to buy a place to perform and store our things if you werent hosting us. I might need to tell Wesle to stop sending coin!

Dont do that! Take it and use it!

One of the other Human [Actors], a woman, urged Temile. She looked at Erin.

Miss Solstice, we cant fall behind! Emme says their [Writers] are doing bits and pieces, but nothing as good as what we have yet. Cant you give us anything new? Our regular crowd has seen everything so far and since we cant all go through the door to Pallass

They were all looking at her. Erin winced; Shakespeare and the classics of the acting world were a high bar to force [Writers] to match. She sighed.

I dunno, guys. Im seriousI cant remember any full plays. I have a Skill and Im empty.

What about the story you mentioned?

What, The Lorax? Itdoesnt translate well.

Give it a try!

Now even the Drakes and Gnolls practicing their lines were gathering. Erin held up her hands, trying not to succumb to peer pressure. And failing.

Nocome on. Its just a kids story. You see, theres this, uh, magical protector of the forests, and this guy who begins selling these uh, special, magical trees that provide a unique substance

The crowd listened attentively. Erin realized that the story of Dr. Seuss classics were actually very plausible in this world. She gave them an abbreviated version of the story, ending with the message of environmental awareness.

And then there were no more trees, see? And so its terrible. And thats the ending.

She looked around, gauging the reaction of the crowd. Erin had thought that a message of conservation wouldnt exactly fly in the pre-industrial world she now lived in. Surprisingly though, some of the Gnolls were nodding solemnly. They got it. Temile and the Drakes on the other hand

One of the Drakes raised a claw, frowning.

So why doesnt he find another forest?

Its unique, obviously. Thats the point.

So? Replant the damn things! Or get a [Druid] to regrow it all. Even a [Farmer] could do it, although it would take a few years. Easy. Oh! I get it! Its a lesson about not being prepared. Duh.

Its certainly not as dramatic as love betrayed, death, and the downfall of the mighty due to hubris and the follies of men.

Temile sighed.

And Drakes and Gnolls.

Someone else put that in helpfully. Erin had to smile. She shook her head.

Sorry. I tried the haunted house thing, but Gnolls smell too well. I suppose we could use illusions?

Maybe?

Temile had helped set up the fake scenes with Erin. He stepped back and called into the crowd.

Wheres Jexam?

Here!

A Drake pushed himself forwards. Erin blinked; he bowed slightly to her as Temile introduced him.

This is our special effects person, Erin. Jexam, tell Miss Erin about your abilities.

The Drake shook Erins hand, beaming.

A pleasure, Miss Solstice! I am indeed the uh, special effects of the plays. [Hedge Mage]. Self-taught. I do all the illusions for the Players of Celumthis group, at least. I know our main troupe was seeking out a real [Illusionist]. Im afraid though that my abilities arent enough to handle your idea of this haunted house.

Dont be modest! Ive seen you doing effects and theyre great! I love the snow magic! It even feels cold!

The Drake blushed with pride at Erins compliment.

Its an honor to hear you say that, but its just low-grade magic. Not even Tier 1. [Cooling Breeze]. Just a little cantrip I worked up. Its wonderful on hot days. I used to get paid just to cool rooms down. The problem with illusions on the other hand is that I have to work for a long time to make them work well. And animating them? Making them real? Very tricky and Im not high-enough level yet. Nor am I an [Illusionist], Miss Erin.

He looked apologetic. Erin shook her head.

Aw, thats okay. Gnolls could probably smell that theyre fake. I think we really need to rethink how well do a haunted house or put it on the shelf, Temile. I mean, we could do the creepy little girls, but can you make an entire haunted house out of little creepy girls?

Umno?

Erin nodded sadly. Temile looked around. The Players of Celum had their own area behind the stage that was more or less permanently filled with props, and some dedicated tables they could eat and drink atdiscounted or free after performances! He gestured to Erin.

What if we think over the idea? Hey, you lot, get a space cleared for Miss Solstice. We have some waterwheres the pitcher?

Ill just get it! Excuse me! Water please!

Laughing, Erin waved towards the front of the inn. That was the thing about being an [Innkeeper] with a staff! And it was Lyonette herself who came over to offer everyone a refill.

Trouble with your newest idea, Erin?

She sounded vaguely relieved. Erin sighed.

Yeah. I really thought itd be a small thing, butfun, you know? But if we cant make it good for all species, whats the point?

Lyonette nodded as she put the pitcher down. Temile and some of the veterans, whod been acting for a few months were gathered around the table, thinking it over.

Could we erase the smells in the room?

Maybe. But thats a higher-level spell than I know as well, Temile.

Jexam sighed. Temile slapped his thigh in vexation. Erin frowned.

We could definitely do monsters, or costumesalthough thats hard work. But if you cant surprise a Gnoll because he can smell you, what can you do?

Lyonette studied Erins face and then smiled slightly.

You know whod be perfect for your plan, Erin? You-know-who.

Voldeoh. Hey, thats not funny!

Erin looked up sharply. Lyonette gave her a twisted smile, but she could at least joke about Toren these days. Erin shook her head in reply to Temiles querying look. Then she sat up.

I think well draw the line at asking Pisces to do stuff with actual skeletons. But what about illusions? He is good at them.

Really? I wouldnt be surprised given how he boasts, but Ive only seen himno, wait, he did them for the first plays, didnt he?

Lyonette frowned, intrigued. Erin nodded.

Yeah! And Ive seen him do great stuff as well! The first time I met him he disguised himself as this terrifying monster! Thats actually how he lived before he came here. Hed frighten people out of their money! He could do the voice, smelland a horrifying image!

Do you think hed teach Jexam, or at least work on a few spells?

Temile was interested. Erin bit her lip, thinking. It would be a lot of work to rope Pisces into doing a haunted house, but Erin still wanted to give it a shot. She had a vision of a warehouse, or a house in say, Liscor, that people could go into and experience cheap, non-life-threatening scares!

Maybe. If I bribe him, sure. And he likes the plays. I bet hed love to scare people. I havent seen him. Lyonette, do you know where he is?

The [Princess] looked up as she refilled the last cup.

No. I had to have Drassi bring him up breakfast because he was in his room all day. He might be there still.

He missed breakfast? Thats unusual. Hold on, Temile. Ill get back to you.

So saying, Erin got up and wandered down the length of her inn. There was only one Horn of Hammerad today, and Ceria was finishing her lunch.

Hey Ceria, wheres your team?

The half-Elf looked up from her sausages. She chewed, swallowed, and nodded towards the door.

Yvlon and Ksmvr are in Liscor. Im just about to join them, actually. Were all going to visit the Bloodfields. Scouting.

Erin slapped her forehead.

Oh. Right! Bevussa stopped by this morning. She wanted one of the mana stones. Youre going to teleport there, right? Its not too far?

Ceria shook her head.

Only about as far as to Celum. Even less, I think. Were going to the edge of the Bloodfieldsnowhere closer with it active. But itll save us from having to camp out and march all the way there while we find a route. Well all be back once Bevussa sets up a door.

Handy having her do that, huh?

The [Cryomancer] grinned.

I heard Tekshia made Bevussa do it. She didnt want to pay Hawk to run out that far.

I wouldnt even have charged her that much! Your Guildmistress is a spendthrift! Classic Drake!

Hawk called out from his table. Ceria chuckled.

Im going with the other teams to see how it looks. Ohbut Pisces wont be coming with us.

What? Why? And do you know where he is?

Ceria shrugged.

He made a very good point that he annoys the other teams. Almost as much as Yvlon and I do with the Celum ones

She grimaced. Erin looked at her sympathetically; shed heard about the Horns troubles in Celum.

Theyre still mad at you?

Well, they agreed to join the Bloodfields expedition, so theyre willing to be civil. Plus, it pays well and were all adventurers. But Pisces might aggravate them even more than Yvlon and me. Plus, Pisces is actually studying hard. Idont want to interrupt him, as the team leader, you know?

Hes studying?

Erin looked blank. Ceria nodded.

Oh yeah. And I mean studying. He was always good at focusingmore than me. I have to sit in a bathtub with Ksmvr boiling my skin off to concentrate, but Pisces studies on his own. These last few daysremember when he woke us up screaming? Ever since then hes been in his room. He barely comes out to eat.

I noticed that. Huh. Whats he working on?

The half-Elf finished the last of her meal and wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.

Undead? No, but seriously, Erin. Hes studying a new spell, I think. He keeps muttering about puzzles and the complexity of it. I think hes trying to take down another Tier 4 spell. Its worth letting him work to do that. MeIm just trying to improve my spell power. Grimalkin says Im making progressIm not burning myself anymore.

She sighed. Her daily boil-baths were another facet of the new inn lifecycle. Erin patted her on the back sympathetically.

Hang in there. And heycheer up. Grimalkin might not come tonight!

He comes every night, Erin.

Well, to help you!

The [Sinew Magus] was surprisingly dedicated to his agreement with Erin. Hed come every day this week to drop Ceria in boiling water and shout encouragements at her for an hour or two. The half-Elf shuddered.

I know hes coming tonight. Frankly, the Bloodfields will be the fun part of the day. Look, Ive gotta meet Yvlon and Ksmvr. Its nearly time to head out. Well come back through this way. Hey, did Moore and Seborn already leave?

Nope. They went to Pallass, actually.

Pallass? But the door

Ceria twisted and Erin smiled.

Moore charged it! He can do it for Seborn and him, but it tires him out. Seborns refusing to walk to Invrisil while Jelaquas, you know, seeing Maughin?

She waggled her eyebrows. Ceria stared at them and then at Erins face. The young woman stopped.

Well, its just as far as the door to Invrisil. What about their wagon?

Apparently theyre in a little fortress of vines with a bunch of food. I dunno. Seborns mad at Jelaqua, its this thingIm never going to get the door to Invrisil!

Erin sighed. She needed it too, so she could find Ryoka! But that was a big thing, and this week had been pleasantly full of small things. But RyokaErin wanted to find her. She had to come back. Even if she brought danger. Ceria shrugged in reply to the drama of the Halfseekers. She pushed herself up.

Well, hopefully they sort it out. See you, Erin.

Oh! Wait! Can I get Pisces to help me with this haunted house thing? Or will it take too long?

Erin pleaded with Ceria. The half-Elf bit her lip.

I dont know. Pisces would probably say yeswhy not? Hes got time and its his choice. But youll have to knock a lot. And he might be snappish. Come to that, did he eat lunch?

Ill bribe him with food. Hey, can I get some sausages and some of that pasta?

Erin called towards the kitchen. For once no one appeared with the food. Her staff werent all slaves, so Erin marched in and got it herself. Shed filled a big bowl and stuck a fork in the meal, then went with Ceria. They were about to climb the stairs to Pisces room when Drassi caught them.

The Drake was working alongside Ishkr today. The [Barmaid] and incorrigible [Gossip] waved at Erin and Ceria and the two stopped to look at her.

Hey, I just heard youre looking for Pisces? Hes out.

What? I thought he was in his room, studying.

Drassi grinned toothily at Erin.

He was. But Selys got him. This morning, when you were pranking everyone. Didnt you notice?

Erin hesitated.

Nowhat did Selys want with Pisces?

I think she was going shopping for magical items. You know, since shes rich? She told Pisces she wanted his opinion. So they left. Theyre not back yet.

The [Gossip] looked at Erin. The [Innkeeper] looked at her. There was something to be said for having Drassi on staff. If Ishkr was the dependable employee that every establishment needed, because it needed someone who brought no drama in, had few demanding quirks and whose only goal was to do his job, get paid, and go home, Drassi was the employee who knew everything and everyone. Erin sighed.

Well, great. Selys has Pisces. Well have to wait. If you see him on the way to the Adventurers Guild, tell him I wanted to see him, Ceria?

Will do.

The half-Elf adventurer headed for the door. Erin, shaking her head, went to put the food away. As she did, a thought struck her. Selys. And Pisces. Going shopping?

That almost sounds like a date.

Ceria paused. She looked back at Erin.

With Pisces? No way.

Erin laughed uncertainly.

Yeah! I mean, Selys? I dont see it. Shes got standards! And Pisces

Both paused. Then they grew thoughtful. Drassi looked between the two and broke in.

Going shopping together? That sounds like a date to me. Hey Erin, whats this about your boyfriend?

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The sword swung at her neck. She could trace the arc. Not with her eyes aloneit was too fast to visually process and come up with a thought-out plan of response. Her body moved by instinct, by training.

That was what it meant to be a [Warrior]. So she was already raising her two-handed sword, knocking the blade aside. It meant she had also seen the stab coming from the side. She pivoted, letting it slash across her armor. Her sword darted in, chopping quickly at her opponents unguarded side.

Normally that would be enough. But what got her each time was her opponent. He had three arms. And the enchanted buckler caught her attack and neutralized it. All the force shed put into the blow stopped on the glowing force field of energy in the air. Yvlon Byres saw ripples as she retreated. Too slow. Ksmvr swung the dagger and his practice sword. She saw him use a Skill

Yvlon raised her sword and Ksmvrs sword slashed across her guard with a crack of wood meeting wood that made some of the other sparring partners glance up from their sessions. Yvlon winced and called out.

Pause! Ksmvr, thats good enough for today.

Obediently, the Antinium [Skirmisher] lowered his weapons. Hed been zipping around their dueling area, using his newfound [Quick Movement] Skill to pressure her. Yvlon lowered her blade, wiping sweat from her forehead as she removed her helmet. Ksmvr hopped over to the place where theyd stored their actual weapons and came back with a bottle of water.

True to the Antiniums practical nature, he had already drunk a few mouthfuls. Yvlon accepted the bottle, smiling.

Thanks, Ksmvr.

You are welcome, Yvlon.

The two were training in the Adventurers Guilds practice yard. It was fairly full even in the morning; it was one of the few areas in the city where people were able to practice their skill at arms. And in a world where [Warriors] went toe-to-toe with monsters and magic-users, they had to practice. Now, Yvlon and Ksmvr stopped for a small break. If people were waiting theyd have given up the sparring circle, but they had time. A pair of Gnolls were exchanging artful cuts with axe vs sword to their left and no one was using the place to their right.

You predicted my [Quick Slash], Yvlon. I am most impressed. May I ask how you anticipated it?

Yvlon smiled at Ksmvr. She gestured with her sword to his. He had kept his Forceshield Buckler since it wasnt dangerous in the sparring match, but hed substituted his regular enchanted shortsword and Flamecoat Dagger for wooden ones to keep the spar fair. Just like how shed put away her Sword of Weight and taken a bastard sword instead.

I knew it was coming, Ksmvr. You should have gotten my back or forced me into a position where I cant block it. Im always ready for it.

Ah. But if you were not you, Yvlon, surely I would catch you by surprise?

The two were discussing tactics. It was their custom to spar every day and they were a regular sight at the Adventurers Guild. Yvlon shrugged, feeling at her arms.

She was wearing armor. Enchanted steela bit mismatched in decoration because it had all been bought piece-meal, and a bit ill-fitting compared to her brothers custom plate, but still high-quality. It was more expensive than anyone but a Gold-rank adventurer could field, really. But her arms

Yvlon never took off the armor that covered her arms, from the wrist all the way to her shoulders. Never in public, and usually, not even when she was alone. Ksmvr noticed the motion and Yvlon stopped herself. She cleared her throat.

I dont think you should count on that, Ksmvr. People can generally expect youve got a Skill like that. Most [Warriors] learn one of the primary activation Skills. [Quick Slash], [Power Strike], [Counter Blow]theyre all Skills that turn into better ones as you gain levels.

Oh. So my deception is already a predetermined variable.

Yvlon paused. Sometimes Ksmvr sounded like Pisces, only without the sneer. Her lips moved and she nodded.

Yes. You should instead circle and use it to capitalize on an opening rather than make it a surprise attack.

The Antinium nodded. He was a skilled fighter, but unlike Yvlon, hed only been alive for a few years. He was almost four years old. That shocked Yvlon when she thought about it, but the Antinium were adults when they were born. Even so, fighting with a four-year-old would have given her pause. But Ksmvr had nowhere else to go. The Antinium gestured with one of his three arms to Yvlon.

May I ask what your Skill is, Yvlon? I know you have mentioned it, but I have never seen you use it in any battle.

What? Oh. Thats because mine isnt good against monsters. I have [Crescent Cut]. Want to see it?

Yes.

Okay then. Ill cut at you hard and fast. You block it, alright?

The Antinium nodded. Yvlon lifted her sword with a smile. She saw him raise his bucker, watching her sword. She lifted her blade over her head and then swung it as fast as she could.

She slashed diagonally at his chest and he moved flawlessly to block it. Yvlon used her Skill.

[Crescent Cut].

Her blade curved in its trajectory. It swept down, like the arc of a waning moon. Ksmvr tried to adjust his shield, but the Skill slid Yvlons blade down, fast, fast. Without losing momentum, it curved along the arc, sweeping below his guard. It would have hit him hard if Yvlon hadnt pulled the blow. As it was, the thwok was audible throughout the practice courts.

You alright, Ksmvr? Did I crack your shell?

Yvlon looked concerned as she glanced at Ksmvr. The Antinium wore no armor; he had forgone it since armor was hard to fit on his body anyways and he was a [Skirmisher], built for speed. Ksmvr felt at his side and shook his head.

I am undamaged superficially. A splendid Skill, Yvlon. It does not slow the blade. If anything, it speeds up.

Yvlon leaned on her sword, smiling crookedly.

Exactly. Its a neat trick you can use on someone expecting a [Quick Slash]. But its mostly good against opponents whore trying to block, Ksmvr. Not monsters. I wish I had your Skillor [Power Strike], honestly.

I dont know about that. Ive seen you take down a score of [Bandits] and I never complained once when you saved my life.

Yvlon Byres turned. Her fair hair moved in the breeze. She stopped at the familiar voice. She saw a woman holding a staff, wearing chitin armor made of a Shield Spider, watching from the spectators side of the practice courts. Yvlon stopped uncertainly.

The man standing next to the [Mage] raised his hand. He was older than Yvlon and the [Mage]. A grizzled veteran with pepper in his hair. Crossbow Stan smiled hesitantly as Ksmvr turned.

Hoi there!

Stan. Alais.

Yvlon hesitated. The two Silver-rank captains were watching her and Ksmvr. She looked at Ksmvr. But then she put a smile on her face and walked towards them.

Hello. You two made it here alright?

She spoke politely to the two Silver-rank adventurers. Alais nodded. Shed been the one whod called out. She knew Yvlon. Yvlon knew her. Once, they had been fellow adventurer team leaders. Friends, if not especially close.

Now? Well, at least they could speak civilly. Alais nodded, watching Ksmvr as he went over to put the practice weapons away. She looked at Yvlon and the [Wounded Warrior] saw her throat move before she spoke.

Not bad. We caught the end of the session. You train like that every day? Your skill hasnt left you.

Thanks. We were just finishing our spar. Were not late, are we?

No, no. Our teams just got in from theinn. Were all gathered. Is Ceria not coming?

She should be here soon.

Yvlon answered distractedly. Stan gestured.

Good job that. Your teammate

Ksmvr.

That is me. Hello, Crossbow Stan, Captain Alais. We have met. Are we fighting or socializing, Yvlon?

The woman winced as she took her sword from Ksmvr. She saw Alais and Stans expressions flicker, but that was what was lovable and tricky about Ksmvr. He lacked subtlety. Actually, she liked that about him.

No, Ksmvr. Were teammates, remember? All working together on the Bloodfields request? Cutting a permanent trade route towards Pallass?

Yes, Yvlon. I am aware. However, I perceived that last time we were similarly engaged in discourse before turning to violence. I simply wished to know if that was an option in the future.

No!

Yvlon chorused with Alais and Stan. She turned to Ksmvr.

No more fighting. That was

She paused. Alais looked to one side. Stan filled in for her.

A bad scene. Lots of thoughtless words.

On whose side?

Yvlon nudged Ksmvr. He looked at her, but obediently fell silent. She turned back to Alais and Stan and tried to smile. It felt about as good as Alais.

Were professionals. And were working together, so be nice, Ksmvr. Stan? Wheres your team?

Just inside.

Relieved, Stan led the other three adventurers into the Guild. Alais looked warily as a group of Drakes passed her to fill the adventuring yard.

Its my first time in Liscor. Its so

Different from a Human city?

Alais bit her lip. Stan looked a bit reproving, but Yvlon hadnt meant it as an insult! They were all Silver-ranks, having adventured for years, but not all of them had ever been down as far as Liscor. Yvlon hadnt until recently; shed felt that it wasnt her area. Stan on the other hand had been doing this job for decades.

Liscors alright. Good city; the Watch keeps order. You dont have to watch your back at night most places. Cant say I dont like those walls either.

He nodded towards Liscors four tall walls that marked the edge of the city. Yvlon exchanged a look with Ksmvr.

Theyre nice, but Id prefer them twice as tall and thick, honestly.

Really? Theyre already better than most Human cities. But I guess with all the monsters and undead

Alais stopped delicately, glancing at Yvlon. The other woman compressed her mouth and Stan glared at Alais. It was with some relief that they entered into the main room of the Adventurers Guild.

And here we are.

Yvlon saw the room was packed! More than nine teams filled the usually quiet Guild, most of them Human. She recognized the two teams Alais and Stan made for.

They were both Silver-rank teams. Thunders Solace and the Boltspitters. Good, solid teams, like the Horns of Hammerad had been.

Like the Silver Spears, too. Yvlon suppressed the thought, but she couldnt help but tense. Neither could the two teams of adventurers. They looked up at Yvlon and Ksmvr and their postures stiffened.

But theyd been through this. Yvlon forced a smile as she walked over to the teams. She didnt sit, though.

I see all the Boltspitters are here except for Lailli. And Thunders Solace. Hello, Caddin.

Yvlon.

He didnt even meet her gaze. Yvlon still remembered hitting him again and again in the Adventurers Guild. She turned to Alais. The rest of Thunders Solace only glanced up at Yvlon.

A bad scene.

Well, I think well go look for Ceria. Meetings about to start. Well talk after. Alais?

Right.

Unconvincing smiles. Yvlon backed away. But shed played nice andand that was important. She knew the other teams had seen her. Many of them were groups she recognized. Some were whispering.

Yvlon Byres. Captain of the Silver Spears. One of the leaders of the group that got wiped out in Liscors dungeon. It felt like forever ago, but her reputation still haunted her. She walked towards the main doors, looking for Ceria. Ksmvr stared at the Boltspitters and Thunders Solace. The adventurers stared at him too, but for different reasons. He edged closer and they all leaned back, staring at the Antinium.

Ksmvr glanced over his shoulder at Yvlon, paused and whispered.

Dominance.

Ksmvr, stop that!

He hurried after her and found Yvlon outside. She was leaning against the side of the Guild, massaging her arms again. The Antinium saw her look up with a grimace.

Dont provoke them, Ksmvr. We made up. We can at least be civil.

I am sorry, Yvlon.

Ksmvr lowered his head. Yvlon instantly smiled, and then felt at her arm again. It didnt hurt. It should, butshe felt liquid. And as she sniffed at the edges of her armor she grimaced. Foul. She shook her head.

Im not angry, Ksmvr. Its funny. They dont actually mind you as much. I think they actually respect you for taking out all those [Bandits].

I understand the joke. The hated Antinium is given higher esteem than the fellow Human adventurers. I will register my amusement if laughter is indicated. But I do not believe their complaint is valid, Yvlon.

Yeah, wellI nearly broke Caddins jaw. Thats enough reason to hold a grudge again. Look, just be polite when we go back in. Therell be other teamsCeria and I can handle them. Just as well Pisces isnt with us. We cant take all of them in a brawl.

Ksmvr tilted his head as if counting and nodded at last. He stared as Yvlon cursed.

Your arms are not well, Yvlon?

She looked up. He was staring at her arms. Few people knew the extent of Yvlons injuries except for her friends. She had been injured a while back. At Albez. A fire elemental had melted her old armor. And the metal had burnt right into her arms. Lodged there.

Metal mixed with bone. It had made her arms weak, so fragile they could break if she hit something too hard. Yvlon had thought it was the end of her careeruntil Pisces had helped her reinforce the bone. Now her arms lookedwell, she didnt feel the alterations hed made and they were as solid as ever. She didnt even feel pain if she didnt want to. She could literally [Ignore Pain]. But another complication had emerged a week back. She shook her head.

Its not bad. Just a bit infected. Ive had worse.

Pus and blood. That was what shed see if she opened the gauntlets. Ksmvr stared at her arms and Yvlon looked away. The Antiniums voice was serious.

It is not good, Comrade Yvlon. Infections are very bad for a [Warrior]. A healing potion will make it worse. That is how potions work.

I know. I know, Ksmvr. I just cant take a bad injury, thats all. And if I used a potion, it might clear up.

Or grow ten times worse in the flash of an eye. Ksmvr was pointedly quiet. Yvlon cleared her throat, looking away. He was the only one who knew about the infection, and that was because he had walked in on her dressing the wounds. She and Ksmvr werefriends. More than he was with anyone but Pisces. But only he called her Yvlon and not Comrade Pisces, or Captain Ceria.

If I need to, I can use a healing potion. Itll make this worse, but the rest of my body will still heal, Ksmvr. Look. Ill talk to Ceria about it, okay?

Does it hurt? If it hurts

It doesnt hurt. Its strong.

Yvlon made a fist with her right hand and pounded it into her left palm as hard as she could, feeling the shock run through the metal gauntlets. Inside her armor, her arm didnt flex or break as it would have before. That was thanks to Pisces. Hed used his necromancy to reinforce her bone with artificial pieces. What he couldnt do was fix her flesh and tissue, hence the infection as the metal and skin rubbed at each other.

If only he could fix the underlying bone issue. Hed told her he was working on it. But it was beyond complicated, even for a [Necromancer], apparently. A lot of Yvlons bone was justgone. And the metal wasnt exactly solid steel; it had all the strength of aareally thin bit of metal. A lock pick. But even they were stronger than

Yvlon Byres stopped. She stopped thinking about her arms. She stopped worrying about them because that was an endless cycle. She stood straighter, sighed, and smiled at Ksmvr. It was her life now. And once, she had had another team. But this was hers. She turned as she saw a familiar half-Elf striding towards them. Cerias robes were shimmering and the half-Elfs pointed ears were twitching with nerves.

Yvlon! Ksmvr! Am I late? Something wrong?

She stopped, panting slightly from her jog. Yvlon shook her head as Ksmvr opened her mandibles.

Its nothing. Ceria, everyones here. Stan and Alais are there. And some others. Lets go in!

She wanted to go inside with no further fuss and just do her job, which was be an adventurer. But Ksmvr lacked subtlety. He raised one hand.

Hello. We are not late. Good to see you again, Captain Ceria. Before we engage in our mission briefing, I would like to interject a pressing fact about Yvlons health, Captain Ceria.

Huh? What? Did you break your arm again, Yvlon?

Ceria looked alarmed as she adjusted her robes. Her eyes went to Yvlons armsthe woman stopped feeling at them and smiled weakly.

I need to talk to you later. About my arms. Theyre okay for fighting. Justcomplicated with healing potions.

The [Ice Mage]s eyes flickered. She could guess what Yvlon meant by that. Stillshe looked at Yvlon and the [Wounded Warrior] tried to convey that it was not a problem. Ceria nodded slowly.

Well talk. Todays supposed to only be reconnaissance. Were not getting anywhere near the Bloodfields. Come on. I dont want to be late.

Together now, they pushed into the Guild. Pisces was still absent, but Yvlon felt better with Ceria by her side. She had been in the crypt too.

The three Horns of Hammerad paused as the adventurers gathered together looked at them again. They were mostly Human, mostly from up north. Ceria and Yvlon had talked to Stan and Alais about getting in on the Bloodfields contract, and word had spread. Yvlon looked from team to team.

All of them were Silver-rank. She knew some teams personally, others only by reputation or in passing. The Boltspitters. Thunders Solace. The all-male team of Ensoldier Shields, predictably armed with their classic shield-and-mace combination. The Whistling Bowslooking decidedly mismatched with their new recruits filling the gaps. Ceria took a breath.

Well then. Lets say hi. Ksmvr, be nice! Dont say anythingfollow our lead, okay?

Yes, Captain Ceria.

The half-Elf put a smile on her face. She strode forwards.

Walt! Is that you?

Ceria? I heard wed be seeing you. Is this your new team?

The Captain of Ensoldier Shields got up, and more team leaders drifted over. Yvlon saw Ceria shaking Walts hand. Yvlon turned and a slight woman with a rash of scales along one cheek looked up at her. She was Human, but for that one sign of cross-speciesism. She didnt smile, but that wasnt her way.

Yvlon. Good to see you.

Kammy.

Please dont. Its Captain Kam.

My mistake. Whos this?

Yvlon smiled, and Captain Kams lips tried to move a bit. She turned and stared at Ksmvr. He was staring back. Yvlon prayed he wouldnt mention Kams sign of distant Drake ancestry. She wastouchy about it. Yvlon was amazed shed come to Liscor at all.

This is Ksmvr, one of my teammates. Hes aunique member of the Antinium. Ksmvr, this is Captain Kam, leader of the Whistling Bows. Shes a [Bow Rider]. Ksmvrs our [Skirmisher], Kam.

Hi.

Hello, I am Ksmvr.

The two shook hands. Yvlon turned and saw more adventurers she recognized lined up to say hi. One of them, a former [Raider] with two scars along his cheeksself-inflicted, she knew, for appearances sakereached out and slapped her on the shoulder.

Dead gods, is that an actual Antinium? I heard Liscor had em. Hey! Yvlon! Its us! Do you remember the Reddogs? We might actually buy some war dogs if we get paid enough from the Bloodfields! Theres this [Beast Trainer] in Liscor and hes got a wonderful animal

Drakes, Antinium, and Gnolls. Dead gods, this is weird. We went through that door and the inn. Yvlon, Ceria.

Travelled sixty miles to get here. Just because we heard this was good work. And, well, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about! Not disappointed yet! We should have come here earlier, but we were hunting this damn Ogre for

lost six on my team. To damn Ghouls. There were twenty of them and they just leapt at us. It was just five weeks ago. I still remember it. If wed just had caught them. Terrica was on duty and I just couldnt work with her any more after that

It was a familiar scene, chaos as everyone talked and caught up on the news. And it made Yvlon feel good. This was what shed hoped for in Celums guild before it had gone so wrong. If the other teams wanted to talk to her and Ceria about the loss of all the other teamswell, word had either spread about the previous incident or they were holding back.

In fact, they treated Yvlon as if she was still a team captain. Yvlon was listening sympathetically to Captain Kams tale of her own teams losses. Maybe that was it. Some of these teams understood. She looked around, seeing familiar faces, new ones.

Silver-rank teams. Yvlon had been among their number, jostling for the position of top team with the others. Now? It might be arrogance, but she felt like the Horns were above them in raw ability and magical items. Above, but below Gold-rank. Yvlon knew her brothers team, the Silver Swords, still had that extra edge.

The gold would change that. Once they got it changed in Invrisil with the contacts the Halfseekers and Griffon Hunt knew, the Horns could gear up even further. All this was just keeping themselves busy. Some of the other adventurers were admiring her armor. Walt came up and tapped on Yvlons breastplate with one knuckle.

Fancy gear, Byres! Better than our stuff. Youre not doing bad, are you?

She glanced up. The [Armored Warrior] wasnt trying to be mean; Walk just lacked all tact. And a way with women, hence his team. She forced a smile.

Not bad right now, Walt. But youve got a new shield.

He looked proud, gesturing at his shield.

It freezes whatever hits it. Cost us a fair bit, but its solid! Your armor do anything fancy? I saw this Drake wearing high-grade magical armor! Dead gods, but Id trade Kelvin and his useless ass for it and all my gear!

Yvlon laughed politely as the luckless Kelvin enjoyed the punches and jeers from the Ensoldier Shields.

Thats got to be Keldrass you saw, Walt. Captain of the Flamewardens. He got it from this dungeon. The Raskghar, actually. You heard about them? And its worth a lot more than that!

The Raskghar? I heard about them. You fought those things, Yvlon. A new monster type? Nowait, some sentient species? Tell us about it! And this dungeon.

The other adventurers crowded around Yvlon. She was looking for a seat to explain and hoping no one was smelling her armor when a voice burst through the hubbub among the mostly-Humans team.

Hah. Look at that. The backup to the backups finally arrived. Dead gods, but what a crowd.

Everyone fell silent. The drawling voice had come from another team whod entered to find the overcrowded tables. It was a Drake, and he and four members of his team were looking around dismissively.

Those were fighting words. Walt instantly reddened. Yvlon recognized the Drake and bit her lip.

Hey! You have a problem with us being here, asshole? We were invited to come here.

And youre in our seats and causing a fuss. Who got into a fight with the Scaled Guard this morning? Kicking around local Bronze-rank teams and claiming all the seats?

The Drake had bright orange scales and he was looking unhappy at all the Human guests. Yvlon saw Walt hesitate. But another team captain spoke up.

The best teams have arrived, whoever you are. Weve having a reunion, so if youve got a problemtake it up with the [Receptionists]!

She gestured to the desk. Yvlon saw the Gnoll behind the counter duck. It wasnt Selys on duty today. She bit her lip. This wasnt good. All the teams present, from Alais to Stans to the rest were used to being fairly big fish in their local guilds. But the Drake who was talking just sneered at them. He put his hand on his side and exposed a shimmering sheathed blade. The other adventurers fell silent as his team laughed.

Best teams? Let me introduce myself. Im Gold-rank. Lifwail Blades. Weve been here a month. You lot? You just swaggered in like you own the place. Funny. I havent seen your faces around. Or in the dungeon. Something holding you all back? Horns of Hammerad excepted, obviously.

He nodded casually at Yvlon, Ceria, ignoring Ksmvr. And the other teamsfell silent. Gold-rank. Yvlon knew how they felt. Gold-ranks were rare around Celum and the area. But this was an exception. The Drake went on, casually putting one scaly foot on a chair.

Were Pallass team. What did I hear you say? You were contracted? For what? The Bloodfields job?

He laughed. So did his team. The Human adventurers hesitated. Walt blustered, face red.

Yeah? What about it? You taking it too?

Us? Were too busy killing monsters in the dungeon to shepherd a bunch of [Bricklayers] making a road around the Bloodfields. You all want the safe stuff? Go ahead. But whichever one of you hazed our Drake team this morning, were onto you. You Humans all look alike, but you can apologize properly or well get one later.

The Drake glared around the room. Yvlon saw Ceria slap her forehead. Walt. He was an idiot about rank. Had he really started something within a few hours of getting to Liscors guild? Without even checking to see what the score was?

Is that a threat?

Oh, and he also couldnt shut up. Walt blustered as he pushed his way forwards. He looked at the other Silver-rank teams. There were a lot more than Lifwail Blades team. The Drake raised a brow.

Whats that, third-stringer? You picking a fight? Or are you trying to start something with all your Human friends here? You do realize this is our city, right?

He gestured at the Drakes in the room. Yvlon noticed the non-Human adventurers were sitting far from his team. She wanted to slap her own face. What had the teams here done already? She counted two more Gold-ranks in the room. Walts face was red.

Respects respect. We didnt start anything. Some assholes want to poke fun at us, we slap them a bit.

Really? Well, some Humans come into a Drake city and think they can hit a few Drakes and maybe we decide to do the same.

The Drake leaned forwards. He had muscle, even if he wasnt as burly as Walt. And he was Gold-rank. Yvlon looked for Ceria. The half-Elf was opening her mouth, clearly wondering if she could defuse or if it was better to get back, when a loud, dry voice interrupted the rising tension.

Adventurer Bessr. If anyones slapping anyone in this Guild, its me.

An old, short Drake walked down the stairs. She had a little wooden cane, greyish scales, and a very irked expression. Everyone turned and Yvlon exhaled in relief as she spotted a familiar, irritable face, following the nervous Gnoll [Receptionist]. Guildmistress Tekshia glared at the Drake, Bessr, and Walt.

No ones fighting here. You want to settle it? Take it outside and no one breaks any bones! Do it later and stop pissing around like little hatchlings. Stop starting Lizardshit, Bessr.

Bessr immediately backed down. That was the difference between Celum and Liscors Guild, too. In a similar sceneYvlon flushedCelums Guildmaster, a former Silver-rank, hadnt even appeared when the altercation between her team and the adventurers there had erupted. Here thoughshe saw Alais and Stan were still tense.

But Tekshia was Tekshia. Bessr raised his claws.

Outside, Guildmistress. Got it. We just wanted to send a message.

Received. And you, Human, no one pulls rank in my Guild. And no one starts a fight, got it? You start another fistfight, and well pour you onto the road.

And what if

Walt got no further. Tekshia Shivertail didnt argue. She just threw the cane like a javelin. It flashed across the room so fast that Bessr was still leaping back when it hit Walt in the chest. His armor didnt bend around the point of impact; rather, the impact turned into pure momentum and sent him flying backwards.

[Launching Strike]. Or something like that. Yvlon watched Walt crash and lie on his back, winded and stunned on multiple levels. Tekshia walked forwards.

Anyone else want to waste my time?

Ow. What was

Someone kicked Walt. Tekshia looked around. No one spoke. The Guildmistress walked forwards and fixed Bessr with a look. He winced as his team decided to take a seat out of the line of fire.

Lifwail Blades, eh? Well, Bessr, I havent ever seen you in the Bloodfields. If its so easy compared to the dungeon, mind strolling through it for an hour or two? Thats how Gold-rank teams in my day proved they were worthy of the name.

Uh

Flushing, the Drake retreated. Tekshia nodded. Then she whirled around and snapped at the Human adventurers.

You lot! Listen up! Im Tekshia, Guildmistress of the Adventurers Guild. Youre in my Guild, so stop making a damn mess! Youre here to take on the Bloodfields contract. Well, we must be truly desperate, but you all qualify for the job.

She accepted her cane as the Gnoll brought it back to her. She rapped the floorboards, scowling. No one spoke. Yvlon admired the old Drake. This was a proper Guildmistress.

This isnt a game. Liscor needs experienced adventurers to protect our workers and scout ahead, hence you all getting the offer. But if any of you are Bronze-rank incompetents masquerading as Silver, get out. The Bloodfields are nothing to joke about. Your job is to stay away from the Bloodfields, but even that can be dangerous. And any idiot who thinks theyre tough enough to wander too close and get their team killed and everyone theyre guarding? Step on up if youre that tough and Ill save us all the headache.

She glared at Walt. He decided to remain sitting. Tekshia looked around.

Alright. Today you get to listen to a wonderful explanation of why the Bloodfields are so important and help us scout which way were going. East or west! Then, when all of you have put your heads together to come up with this difficult answer, well begin actually preparing a road. You all report here each morning or you dont get paid. Bevussa? Get these rookies out of my guild!

A Garuda whod been sitting at a table stood up with her team.

Yes, Guildmistress Tekshia! Issa, get the [Scouts] and [Master Builder] Reikhle. You all, with me!

She gestured, and strode towards the door. The Silver-rank adventurers paused a moment before they realized Bevussa was moving. Then they scrambled to grab their things and rush after her. Yvlon knew where they were going and made her way to the back door. She saw Bessr waving at her and paused.

Bessr?

The Captain of Lifwail Blades was still flushed from his dressing down from Tekshia. But he growled at her as Ceria and Ksmvr paused with him.

Heard some of the teams who gave yours shit for the crypt were here. They give you any trouble?

Yvlon stared at him. She managed a startled response.

Nouhno. Its fine.

Good. Dont let teams who havent taken a beating do that. I heard yours went down holding the line. Not a lot of teams do that, disaster or not. Stay safe; Bevussa knows what shes doing with the Bloodfields. Gold and glory, Horns.

It was an old phrase, but maybe not among Drakes. Yvlon was so startled she clapped an arm across her armor reflexively.

Silver and steel.

She left with Ceria and Ksmvr. The half-Elf gave her a wide-eyed look. Respect? From a Gold-rank team? It filled Yvlons chest.

Then they were outside, making a beeline for The Wandering Inn. The other teams were following Bevussas at a fast march. They were disconcerted by Liscor; not only by Tekshia, but by the fact that Liscors pedestrians would shove them aside rather than give way to adventurers.

Move it, you inbred Humans! I see you in that armor! Move it! Dont you know how to walk?

Dead gods. That was the Guildmistress? Theyre somilitary around here!

Alais panted, too wide-eyed to be awkward as Ceria and Yvlon fell into place next to them. Yvlon had to grin.

Welcome to Liscor.

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Hey Bevussa! Ceria, Yvlon, Ksmvr! My favorite team!

Another surprise greeted the Human adventurers at the inn. Theyd all come through, but the sight of Erin Solstice, a bunch of [Actors] trying to put on zombie makeup, and a carrot cake stumped them. Bevussa turned as they poured into the room via the door.

Alright! Everyone move forwards! To that side! Were going back through the door! Erin, I set up the door. Its the purple stone now. Where is

Lyonette already added it to the dial. We even have labels now! See?

The adventurers all turned and saw the purple stone marked Bloodfields on it. Bevussa nodded.

Dont let anyone wander around near there or go through, Erin. Ohand Im supposed to tell you your service fees coming.

Awesome! Hey everyone! Im Erin Solstice! This is my inn and youre using my door! Its free of charge and weve got a connection to Esthelm! You can go to Pallass, but you have to apply. And this is my favorite team in all of Liscor! The Horns!

Erin waved at Ceria, Yvlon, and Ksmvr. Yvlon flushed and Bevussa raised an eyebrow.

All of Liscor? What about us or the Halfseekers?

Uhhey Bevussa, want some cake? Its carrot! Hey, you adventurers! Any of you ever had cake?

Some of the teams looked very interested; theyd probably not even stopped when coming through to the guild. Bevussa shook her head briskly.

No time, Erin. Well come back later. Everyone through? Okaysomeone turn that dial to the purple stone. Yes, just turn it. Then open the doorgo on through, but dont go anywhere!

She began barking orders. Erin waved the adventurers off.

Alright, but when you get back, Ive got cake ready! Ooh, and potions and my special Scale Soup! Lyonette, were doing a product demonstration when they get back! Have you got a nail? My knife is too sharp

Yvlon followed Bevussa out into another world. South of Liscor, the bowl-shaped valley opened up and the higher elevation sloped downwards, away from the High Passes, the mountain range that separated Izril. A flatland emerged, full of grass and open space, perfect for pastures and forests.

Or that was how it should have been. In truth, the flat area was a perfect battleground that Humans and Drakes had traditionally fought in in ages past. By mutual consent, armies had fought in this space, and so much blood had been shed that over time the ecology of the grass had mutated, turning red. Crimson. And a new biome had emerged, one that craved blood. A deadly, alien landscape.

The Bloodfields. Yvlon looked around, her skin crawling under her armor. She stared around at the greenlushgrass..

They werent at the Bloodfields. The adventuring teams spread out on the grass, looking around, many muttering about their encounter with Erin.

I was told shes insane

Heard about the incident with that gang?

Knows the Horns? Maybe

Alright! Attention! Eyes forwards teams!

Bevussas shout made every head turn. She flew out of the door and held her position in the air, wings beating as her team flew out and landed behind her. A few other Drakes and Gnolls were present; Yvlon recognized them as [Scouts] and the [Builder]. Bevussas voice directed her attention back up.

The Gold-rank Captain was in full authority-mode. She shouted down at the Silver-rank teams.

My name is Bevussa Slenderscale, Captain of the Wings of Pallass! You are now standing at the edge of the Bloodfields, where youll be working! I dont have the specifics of your job; it will change day to day. Youll be responsible for removing monster nests, guarding workers as they clear a road, and scouting! However, my job is simple! To educate you about the dangers of the Bloodfields!

She pointed one wing, turning in midair. The adventurers turned with her and saw

Red. Dark red soil and grass in the distance, crimson. Like a stain, spreading across the normal grass and trees. But where the Bloodfields began, still miles distant, the world changed.

It was alien. Distant, tall and strange plants grew out of the soil. Brambles, huge and twining, emerged. Bright, glowing plants emerged, and the Bloodfields grew denser further in. Almost like a junglebut in pockets. Some areas looked strangely bare; the growths of plants were dense in some places, not at all in others. But what stood out was simply the color.

Blood red. And yet, it was still distant. So far away in fact that Yvlon estimated there were at least two miles, maybe even three of ordinary grass between them and the Bloodfields. Bevussa pointed grimly.

You may know of the Bloodfields or you may not. Either way, this is what you must know. The Bloodfields are an exceptionally dangerous area south of Liscor. The plants, animals, and monsters are all a lot more dangerous than most areas of the world. Everything there wants your blood. Even the animals and other creatures living there want to drain you dry.

She looked back at the Silver-ranks. Yvlon glanced around and saw some doing likewise. Shed heard of the Bloodfields of course, but they werent being paid to go through it, just around it. However, older adventures like Stan were seriously listening to Bevussa, and Yvlon looked back up. The Garudas voice snapped at the teams below.

My only lesson Im being paid to teach you is this: do not go near the Bloodfields. Not in the summer, and even in the winter some of the things living there will kill you. The Bloodfields are a Gold-rank threatmeaning that Gold-rank teams can and have died there, not that its safe for them. The only time the Bloodfields are safe is when an army comes through and literally burns everything away. And when theyre gone, the Bloodfields are back within the month. Now. I know youre probably not convinced, so were going to have a demonstration. Everyone look ahead. See those huge plants?

She pointed. Yvlon had to squint to see and the adventurers shaded their eyes. They were so far distant from even the nearest discoloration in the soil from green grass to red, and the nearest objects breaking up the flatlands were even more distant still. Because everything was flat, as opposed to Liscors rolling valleys, Yvlon could see what Bevussa was pointing out.

Those things? What the hell is that?

Kam muttered as she peered ahead. She was looking at a cluster of fatplants? They looked like pillows. Or fat cushions, some as large asYvlon squinted. Houses? Only, it was one entire plant.

It was an odd, disconcerting sight. Some of the adventurers muttered.

I can barely see it! What is that, a boulder?

No. Its a plant.

Why the hell are we so far back?

For your safety.

That came from one of the Drakes. One of the Silver-rank teams, actually, a rarity in the north. She looked very nervous. And Yvlon realized all of the non-Humans were regarding the distant red edge of the Bloodfields warily.

She stared at the pillow-plant in the distance. It gave her an uneasy feeling. Ceria moved over and whispered to Yvlon and Ksmvr.

My [Dangersense] is going off just looking at that thing.

I believe it is highly dangerous, Captain Ceria. I am familiar with the Bloodfields.

What is it, Ksmvr?

I have only studied it, never seen it, but most likely

Your attention!

Bevussa shouted and everyone looked up. She pointed.

Can anyone hit that target from here? If not, Ill fly closer and shoot it.

The adventurers looked at her, surprised. From here? If it was thousand feet, it would still be a huge ask. Alais looked around, shifting as she lifted her staff.

I could try a [Lightning Bolt]? Its awfully long, though, and my control

What, and fry us? Ive seen your aim. Let me try. [Long-Range Shot]!

Captain Kam stepped up. The [Bow Rider] wasnt mounted; shed been complaining about having to find a stables since Erins inn didnt have one, a huge problem. She lifted her shortbow, drew it back, and loosed. Her arrow sped through the air as the adventurers watched. High, going further, further

It fell short by about, oh, nine thousand and five hundred feet. Good for a shortbow! But the adventurers all laughed. Kam lowered her bow, flushing.

It really is far. I wondered if it were an optical illusion.

Let us try, then. [Seeker Shot]!

[Arrow of Light]!

[Ice Spike]!

Even Ceria joined in. Spells and arrows flew from the Silver-rank teams, but all were far, far too short. Even Cerias best, enhanced spell didnt even come close to the distance. Yvlon looked around and saw some of the Gold-rank adventurers of Bevussas team shaking their heads. She looked mildly annoyed.

If none of you has a mile-long Skill

Who has one of those?

One of the adventurers looked incredulous. Bevussa stared at him. Gold-ranks, thats who. Captain Kam looked around and frowned.

Its fine. Ill get closer and

Hold your ground!

The order came from Bevussa, a screech of fury. Kam stopped, flushing, and Bevussa swooped down, glaring.

No one gets closer! I dont care how fast you are or what dodging skills you haveeven if it looks clear, you will not approach the Bloodfields, regardless of how the ground looks! You will keep your distance? Is that clear?

But were two miles away! This is ridiculous! We dont need to be this far. Do we?

One of the adventurer captains looked annoyed at this display of caution. Zassil, the Oldblood Drake on Bevussas team, snapped at him.

Thats why were demonstrating this, Human!

Bevussa ignored them. She swooped down towards where Yvlon was standing. The adventurers moved back as he stopped before Stan. He hadnt tried loosing a bolt. He blinked at her as his team stared. Bevussa nodded at his side, her brilliant plumage blowing in the faint breeze.

Crossbows, right? Mind if I borrow one?

Stan started. He reached for the two crossbows at his sideYvlon knew he had four more in his bag of holding. He could fire six bolts in a blink, hence his nickname.

Of course, Captain Bevussa. Here.

He offered her both crossbows. Bevussa took one and jumped up into the air. She looked down at the others.

See that plant? Furthest from the right? Watch it.

So saying, she flew towards it. The Garuda was fast, a speeding bullet in the air. Yvlon had only seen Bevussas max speed once during the baseball game and now she understood why the Gold-rank Captain was one of Pallass best. Bevussa closed the distance as fast as any bird, even with her armor, gear, and the crossbows weight. They saw her flying higher as she reached the edge of the crimson grass.

Shes got to be at least three hundred feet up. Whats she worried about?

Ceria glanced at Yvlon. The armored woman bit her lip. There were stories, but she didnt know the specifics. Everyone was watching now, as Bevussa paused in the air. She was aiming, Yvlon guessed. But she was so tiny they couldnt see when she fired.

They didnt see the bolt strike the distant pillow-plant either. But what they did see was it pop. One second it was a bulb in the distance, the next

Dead gods! It exploded!

It was so hard to see, butYvlon stared. A mass of red and black had erupted as the bulb burst. It flew into the airlike powder? Noit wasnt spores. She saw it land, and thenmovement. Bevussa was flying back quickly, but the Silver-rank adventures were transfixed.

The pillow-bulb had unleashedsomething. But the adventurers took a few minutes to figure out what theyd seen. Then they realized what the squirming, moving mass was on the ground and several swore or blanched.

Bugs. So many that theyd filled the plant to bursting. They rained down, writhing, released from the crossbow bolt hitting their bulb. Now they were spreading out in a huge mass, visible even from here.

How many? Yvlon shuddered. She tried to imagine being covered in them. Youd inhale them. And if they bit or tried to get in your armor, your mouth

Everyone was silent when Bevussa dropped down in front of Stan and handed him the crossbow back. She looked around, flew up again, and pointed with one wing towards the exploded bulb.

Even if you fly, you will not get closer to the Bloodfields. Thats one reason why, and the least of your threats. Let me say it again: my one job is to explain to you how dangerous the Bloodfields is today. Youre all adventurers, but you need to understand.

She gestured at the other pillow-structures. Now they seemed full of danger to Yvlon. Each one was a nest of insects? How did that even work? Yvlon felt a crawling sensation on her arms and shuddered. Bevussa was continuing her lecture.

You walk by one of those living beds and it pops and those things will eat you alive faster than you can scream. Thats one of the Bloodfields fauna. Ever seen a Watchertree? They stand high up and see anything that moves on the soil for a hundred, sometimes hundreds of feet around them. You can spot them by the bare ground aroundthats because their root system is killing anything in their area! And if you step on the ground, a root comes up and spears you! It can even go through unenchanted armor if the hits right!

The Silver-ranks shifted. That sounded like a nightmare come to life! But Bevussa pointed out a nearly invisible, tall, tall plant in the distance. And it was indeed devoid of vegetation around it.

There are monsters too. Blood slimes, vampiric spidersthere are animals, but all are adapted to live there and most are dangerous. Even the rabbits. Thats why you will all stay clear of the Bloodfields by at least two miles from the nearest visible edge, understand?

Captain Bevussa, is that safe? Would some monsterspursue us out of the area?

Kam raised her hand, looking worried. None of the adventurers were protesting Bevussas injunction now. If anything, Yvlon agreed. Were they too close? Bevussa shook her head.

Most of the Bloodfields threats are stationary. The bugs, for instance, dont pursue you that far. And the Watchertrees? Totally safe if you stay away. Thats why the radius is important. Frankly, you need to be worried about creatures living around the Bloodfields; there are monsters in the area. But we want to make sure you dont wander close. Got it?

Everyone nodded. Bevussa flew lower. Now her team took wing. The Wings of Pallass joined Bevussa and she pointed.

Im with you all just for today. I wont be around to bail you out; I might be in the dungeon or unavailable. So well be flying above, watching you. These are some [Scouts] from Liscor. [Pathfinders]and [Master Builder] Reikhle is from Pallass. Hell be helping determine which way well be setting a path. Your job is to escort the [Scouts]; each team pair off with a scout and coordinate your path. They know where to go!

Suddenly, it was work. And credit where credit was due; the Silver-rank teams might have been nervous from the threat of the Bloodfields, and new to Liscor, but they were still adventurers. Each captain began calling orders and Yvlon found Ceria and Ksmvr. They made their way to a Drake [Scout].

Excuse me? Im Ceria, Captain of the Horns of Hammerad.

Hissle. Dont laugh. Im a [Pathfinder]. Is this your team?

Ceria nodded.

Theres only three of us today; our fourth members occupied. Is that a problem? Should we double up?

The Drake paused.

Hm. Maybe. Lets see what Captain Bevussa has to say. How fast is your team?

We can jog. Yvlon, you can keep up, right?

I can. Can you?

Yvlon looked pointedly at Ceria. The half-Elf was the least in shape. She turned red.

Ive been running! Grimalkins been forcing me to do all kinds of lifts with those stupid weights

Hey! That team! Yes, you! Thunders Solace? With the Horns of Hammerad! There! Partner up with Scout Hissle!

Bevussas voice shouted from overhead. Yvlon winced, but Captain Alais and her team didnt protest. Awkwardly, she made room for the other team and Hissle looked around.

My names Hissle. Dont laugh. Im the [Pathfinder] tasked with the eastern sidewell be taking that route. Its some climbing, but well move as fast as youre comfortable. Lets confer before we get moving. Who has detection Skills? Ill share point if theres someone with similar Skills to mine. And who are the team captains? I know Captain Springwalker. And the other is?

Alais. This is Thunders Solace. We have a [Tracker]. Ceria?

Alais stepped forwards and Hissle shook her hand. Ceria shook her head.

All weve got is Ksmvr. Hes fast, though. [Skirmisher]. And he can jump. Should we put him on the front?

Hissle brightened up.

Id appreciate that. Extra security is nice. Uhoh, one of the new Antinium? Are you painted?

He looked at Ksmvr. The former Prognugator shook his head.

I am a disgrace.

Uh

The [Pathfinder] looked at Ceria. She shook her head. He paused.

Right then! Lets get marching. Well sort out an order of movement and commands; for now, listen to me when I shout! If any of you see something suspicious, shout it out and everyone groups up, understand? If one of the Wings of Pallass shouts? Pay attention!

The team took off. The [Scouts] moved on with the faster teams firstYvlons group began a fast march after them. The Wings of Pallass watched from above. Their only job besides being backup was to teach the adventurers how to keep from getting too close to the Bloodfields by accident, and they did that rigorously.

And then it was just a job. Yvlon had done escort requests before, and while Hissle set a fast pace, he assured the adventurers this wouldnt be their job the entire time.

Youll have to escort people clearing roads, even laying stones, perhaps. The Council hasnt decided yet, but they want a good, fairly safe road. So youll get a slow pace. You just need to be on watch! You never know whatll come up in the foothills or on the road. Mostly, I think it wont be bad, but its the rare examples that calls for adventurers.

The Councils spending a lot on this trade road.

Ceria remarked as she, Yvlon, and Alais kept pace near the head of the group. Alais glanced at her; the Human woman was lost, but Yvlon and Ceria had gotten to know Liscors politics. And indeed, Hissle was more comfortable around them. He nodded as they climbed a rocky slope.

Careful. Watch your step. Hold onI need to map this. Our current area maps are good, but we want to be certain and to check there are no nests or hazards the [Map Makers] missed. Too bad an expert [Cartographer] didnt come through here, but the Bloodfields arent exactly prime terrain. [Merchants] just go through the center in the winter, soyeah, the Councils got gold! Apparently the Antinium and the Walled Cities are donating a lot.

He looked sideways at Ksmvr as he said that. The [Skirmisher] nodded helpfully.

The Hive is rich.

How rich?

Well, my approximate understanding of our gold supply was

Ceria nudged Ksmvr. After a moment, Hissle went on, pointing ahead.

Looks like the east has a viable path. Rocky in places, but theres some good flat land. West is too grassy. I dont like the odds of the Bloodfields or something spreading. Rocks? That damn stuff doesnt like rocks by and large. We can cut a path going away from the Bloodfields just in case, then angle it once were well clear and shoot for Pallass. We might be on the winning path, folks.

Its nearly four hundred miles from Liscor to Pallass. Itll take years to do a route, surely?

Yvlon was panting, sweating in her armor and the warm air. Hissle laughed.

For a proper road, maybe. With stones and everything? Sure! But clearing a road and making sure two large wagons can roll unimpeded all the way? We can do that a lot faster. The Antinium have [Diggers] and our own teams can move dirt! [Merchants] will use this road if we do just that and ensure all the major hazards are out of the way.

Brave of them.

Alais panted. Her team was wearing wood and chitin armor due to her imprecise control of lightning, but it was still heavy. Hissle called a halt to avoid them getting too winded.

Well slow the pace. You need to be able to fight, after all. And is it brave, Captain Alais? Ive seen [Merchant] caravan guards. Theyre good! And they might even hire teams like yours to guard them.

Fair point. But looking at this, Hissleits going to be a lot of work.

Theyd summited the rocky hill. Hissle nodded. Yvlon stared down and imagined someone having to shape the hillside to create a natural ramp a wagon could climb without extreme effort.

Itll be work. But paid work. And Pallass will help from their end too. In truth, we just need to get past the Bloodfields by about, oh, ten miles? Then well hit Drake roads and were done! And Liscor will be connected to the south again.

That did make it seem easier. And the tone in Hissles voiceYvlon looked at him.

You seem passionate about it, Hissle.

He nodded.

I volunteered to scout. Liscor wants the trade route, and so do I. Im a nativegrew up here. Served in the army, but not for long. Ive been to Drake cities, though. The city needs it a lot more than Pallass does. Otherwise we can only trade by land when its late fall or winter. Thats why were called a border city, you know.

He paused, staring across the landscape. In the distance, the Bloodfields were visible, a red stain on the land. All the teams were moving around it, searching for that path, east and west. Hissle stared darkly at the Bloodfields. Yvlon almost imagined she could see the red grass advancing, slowly, second by second, year by year.

It didnt use to be like this. There was a time when the Bloodfields were smaller. And they were lessactive. But its growing. We should stop it for good, someday. But fire only makes it pause for a while.

He shook his head.

Come on. Lets keep moving. I want to go a good distance before we report back. Shame we cant use that teleportation door, but apparently its got a hefty mana limit. Just as well; I need to earn a living too!

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On they went. Yvlon began chatting on the march; it helped with the work. And she found herself talking with Thunders Solace and Alais. You couldnt help it. She didnt make up with Caddin, but she was eventually comfortable enough to laugh at a joke around him, and he could talk to her without having to look away.

It was something. And Yvlon was used to disputes between teams. The incident in the Guild hadnt even been bad; it could get nasty. Soon, she and Alais were telling Ksmvr about the good old days, and their rivalry between teams.

That bull, Calruz, he was always a pain to deal with. You know Walt? He and Calruz nearly had both their teams throw down over a dispute one time. Stupid idiots. Stan, now Stans great to work with. Hes led a team for longer than all of us put together.

Why is he not a high-level adventurer, then, Captain Alais?

The [Aeromancer] looked uncomfortable.

Safety, maybe? Stans got two kids, Ksmvr. He doesnt take huge risks; he takes jobs that dont end in him being dead. Being an adventurers a career for him; he earns a good amount, more than most jobs, and he can take more breaks. Its smart for him. I hear hes got a lot saved up.

Ah. May I infer by your omission then, that Crossbow Stan is not married?

Yeah. His wife left him.

I see. Why?

Ksmvr, why dont we move ahead? Ill explain to you why thats a touchy subject and why youre never allowed to ask Stan that.

Yvlon smiled at Alais. Relieved she let Ksmvr and Yvlon move ahead. Ksmvr turned and Yvlon tried to explain heartbreak, infidelity, and the changing nature of affection to an Antinium who she was fairly certain had never been interested in the opposite sex. If there even one was besides his Queen. WaitKsmvr was male, right? She had seen him nude and there wasnt anything to actually see. He just wore clothing

The Antinium was marching with Yvlon when she grew silent. He looked at her questioningly. Yvlon kept looking back at Ceria, laughing with Alais, and Thunders Solace. He looked at her arms, but she hadnt been feeling at them.

Is something wrong, Yvlon?

Yvlon Byres hesitated. She bit her lip, looked at Ksmvr, and then spoke softly.

Her name was Maise. But with an accent on the e. Mais.

Who is Mais?

My former teammate. Back when I was Captain of the Silver Spears.

Oh. I see.

Yvlon shook her head. Her old friends face appeared in her mind. But the details were faded. It was harder to remember the exact curl in her hair, the way she stood. The sound of her voice. She went on. Shed never talked to Ksmvr about Mais. But she had to now.

She used a spear. We used to joke that she was the real leader of the Silver Spears since she was the only one on the team who actually used the weapon regularly.

I see.

That was all he said. But he was listening. Yvlon looked at the Antinium.

Did I ever tell you about the others?

No, Yvlon. You did not.

She bit her lip and looked down. Veronika, Mais, Dalia, and Samite. There had only been five of them, but theyd all been good. At least, Yvlon had thought so.

Let me talk to you about them. For a bit. We were a team. Just last year. I wanted us to be like my brothers team, the Silver Swords. We werentwe were good. Thats what I always thought. And if we kept training, if we got that one big windfall, wed be Gold-rank. There were five of us. You see, back when I first wanted to become an adventurerI knew Mais growing up. She lived on Byres lands. We were always

She never forgot them. And she had never told anyone of how they died. She knew how Ceria had left her team. Fleeing, as Gerial bought her a moment of time. As her teammates fell around her. Calruzdisappearing, screaming as Skinner plucked his arm from his body. But Yvlon had been there too.

It haunted her dreams. Her failure. But now? Yvlon looked at Ksmvr. He listened to her every word. Trusted her. She looked back at Ceria, her friend, huffing as she ran along. Even Pisces. She wished hed been here to bond with the other teams. But he was improving. Shed have a word with him, try to introduce him. She hoped Kam and the others would accept a [Necromancer].

Shehad her team now. That was what mattered. But Yvlon still felt like she was back in the crypts sometimes. Watching her friends disappearing as they ran, fighting the undead, trying to reach for the surface.

I heard yours went down holding the line. If only that were entirely true. Was it cowardice, or practicality? Why was she the only one whod made it? She was rich now. She had magical armor, a strong team

But she hated it. Yvlon shook her head, realizing shed fallen silent. She forced a smile at Ksmvr. He needed her, almost as much as she needed him.

Hey, looks like were being called back. Lets go join the others. And rememberno talking about Stans wife.

I will attempt to do so. May I talk about his children?

It would get better. It had to. Without that, what did she have left? Yvlon laughed, and she joined her group. Her team. The infection would get better. It had to. She couldnt let them down. Not again.

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The adventurers had all finished their scouting by evening. It had been a solideight hours of work? From morning to evening! Yvlon was tired, but pleasantly so. There hadnt been much trouble; six of the teams had run into monsters and her team had encountered a deer. Ksmvr had shot it, his reasoning being that they had a bag of holding. It was fresh meat and it had been a welcome meal for lunch, if wild. Yvlon wondered if Erin could make something of it.

Alright. The [Scouts] will confer and help pick the route. By tomorrow, well be sending more scouts and beginning preparations to build an actual road! Were not dallying around; Olesm, [Master Builder] Reikhle, and our other experts will be working all night on this one! But you all earned your pay! Good work!

Bevussa called out and the Silver-rank teams cheered. Yvlon saw gold being passed out; even if was going to be split, it was a welcome sight. Ceria accepted hers and grinned, flashing some at Yvlon. Strange, how it was so good to see. They were rich. As soon as they got to Invrisil

Lets get a drink, huh, guys? And some cake at Erins inn!

The half-Elf called out to her team. But Alais stopped her as the teams began filing back towards the inn.

Hey, Ceria. The team captains are going to have a drink in Liscor. Not your innsomewhere private. Most of our teams will stay at the inn, butyou want to come? You and Yvlon?

Ceria blinked. She looked at Yvlon. The armored woman stared at Alais. The [Aeromancer] was biting her lip and pointing. Stan, Kam, Waltall of the team captains and some of the older adventurers were waiting in a small group by the door. Ceria hesitated.

I uhwith all of you? What about?

Justtalking about the past. Recent events. Stan and I want toall of us. If its alright. Your friendKsmvr?can come. But wed like to talk. The old crew.

Yvlon looked at Alais flushed face. It couldnt be easy to say that. Yvlon saw Ceria looking at her, her brows raised in silent inquiry. Yvlon hesitated, and then smiled. She reached out and touched Alais shoulder.

Id like that. Thank you.

Alais looked up and smiled. Yvlon followed her with Ceria and Ksmvr to the other group. She looked at Walt, Kam, Stanand all the others. And they nodded to her. She felt a strange sense of nostalgia. She felt welcomed again. She smiled.

A drink? I know a good bar if were spending a lot of coin. If not, I know a few dives. Lets hit the town; Erins got poor alcohol. Everything else is great, though. Well have a chat and then see a play and eat some cake.

They laughed and agreed. Yvlon led the way through the magic door, smiling a bit. The adventurers left, closing the door, and leaving the grass, the wilderness in silence.

Up ahead, the Bloodfields rustled. The watching plants swayed in the breeze. The dark earth was silent. Few things moved. It wasalmost inviting.

A dead bird lay on the ground, in a bare patch of land. It was freshly dead, an inviting meal. Some creatures might ignore the danger for a free snack like that. And indeed, one red russet fox, believing its fur coat was a good fit for the red grass, crept closer to the bird. It looked around, but the Bloodfields were silent.

There was no grass where the bird lay. And if the fox had been cautiousit missed the hole in the center of the body. It was food. So it darted ahead, rushing towards the bird, prepared to grab it and dart back into cover. It passed under the watchful aegis of a tall, thin plant. With a strange bulb near the top. The fox pattered forwards. It snatched the bird in its jaws.

A tendril stabbed out of the ground, spearing the foolish fox through the abdomen. It jerkedstopped moving. Its blood ran onto the soil as the tendril lowered back into the ground. The dead foxs corpse remained, to feed the soil and attract other unwary scavengers. The Watchertree absorbed the blood, its wide root system feasting.

Silence again. And death. All that lived here was made of the Bloodfields, or dangerous enough to resist the death here. The adventurers had gone. Food had gone. But food would be back. Few things dared to live around the Bloodfields. But what did live was dangerous. And the Bloodfields were just as deadly. Food would return.

The Bloodfields waited.